SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (7 page)

11.

(Layne)

The road wasn
’
t long enough to keep me away
from her. I
’
d fucking chase
her to the end of the world if I needed to. My heart raced to find her yet my
mind had no idea why it fucking mattered. I tried to convince myself that her
connection was important. Her mother was supposed to die by my hands. Her
father had ties to the mafia. Shelby didn
’
t
know anything about it, but she had purpose. And that purpose went beyond getting
in between the sheets with me.

Fuck.

I caught up with Jet and he
signaled that she was cruising a mile up the road. He
’
d been smart enough to hang back and stay away so
that he didn
’
t scare her
into speeding or hurting herself. She was, however, getting dangerously close
to enemy territory. No chance she would go near the Mountain Killers. They
’
d tear her apart without giving
a fuck about her, me, or the MC. That meant she was trying to jump Oakville and
probably jump the state. Christ, that would put her right into the arms of the
mafia. Not to mention Devil Call MC had charters everywhere. I could make a
fucking call and have another crew out to get her.

There was no escaping me.

I put a hand out telling Jet to
hang back. I was going to fucking take it from here.

I throttled my ride and made damn
sure Shelby heard me.

When I spotted her car, I grew
angry.

Who the fuck was she to go behind
my back and take off? Did she not get what I was trying to do around here?

I sped faster and faster. Shelby
’
s car stayed the same speed,
meaning I gained distance on her. Then I saw her head move. She looked in the
mirror, probably worrying the Mountain Killers were coming after her again.

She spotted me and quickly pulled
her car to the side of the road. I rode right up to the front of her car and
turned my wheel. I killed the engine, tore off my helmet, and stormed the car.
I ripped open the door, my hand latched on her arm like a vise, and I pulled
her out of the car.

She yelled, swung at me, and I
threw her back against the car. I put my body against hers as she shook her
head. The goddamn woman was scared half to death. My hand touched her jaw,
forcing her head to be steady.

“
Fucking
shit,
”
I growled.
“
Look at me.
”
She fought.
“
I said look at me!
”

Shelby stopped. Her hair was in her
face, dancing with her heavy breaths.

My left hand twitched. I thought
about taking my gun out and
…
doing what, Layne? You going to shoot her? Fuck you, man. You can
’
t hurt her.

I brushed the hair out of her face.

“
What
the fuck are you thinking?
”

Shelby lifted her knee and hit me
in the balls. I stepped back and she put both hands to my chest and shoved.
That gave her enough distance to try and get back in the car.

“
Why
did you even stop in the first place?
”
I yelled.

All she could do was shake her
head.

So I had no choice.

I took out my gun. I then shot out
the two tires on the driver
’
s
side of the car. The gunshot rang and the tires hissed as they deflated.

That
’
s
when Shelby finally gave up. She had been gripping the wheel tight. Now, she
simply put her hands up, giving in. That
’
s
not what I fucking wanted for her. I wanted her to understand me and trust me.
Not this running bullshit. Nothing good could come of it. And judging by the
look on her face when she looked at me, I knew something bad had happened.

I pointed my gun at her, hating
myself for doing so.

I ordered her out of the car.

“
Keep
your fucking hands up, sweetheart,
”
I said.
“
Don't make me
…”

“
You
going to shoot me?
”
she
asked.

“
No.
”

“
You
should. Just put a bullet between my eyes. I deserve it. I know I do.
”

“
Why?
”

“
I
’
m deep in this. I was probably
the one who shot up the bar.
”

“
You
know that
’
s impossible,
”
I said.
“
You were with me. I was looking right at you when
that first bullet went zinging by. How the fuck could you have done anything
wrong?
”

Shelby stared at me. Her eyes were
open, but she wasn
’
t
completely there. It was almost haunting to look at her. I shut my eyes for a
second and collected myself. Then I lowered my gun. Of course I wasn
’
t going to shoot her. I wasn
’
t going to fucking kill her. I
just wanted to keep her safe. I needed to keep her close, keep her mine. Fuck,
I had to figure out how to kill her mother.

I inched closer to her and grabbed
her arm again. I pulled her close to me. She was like jelly, loose, ready to
collapse.

“
What
the fuck is wrong with you?
”
I asked.

Shelby looked at me.
“
They know. They
’
re everywhere. They
’
re coming.
”

“
Who?
”
I asked.

“
You
should have stayed away, Layne. You should have found another charter. I should
have left a long time ago. This is why my mother left. She was smart. She was
right.
”

I shook at Shelby.
“
Don
’
t fucking talk about her. Ever.
”

“
What
are you going to do about it?
”

I gritted my teeth. Shelby wanted
me to hurt her. She wanted me to shoot her. Goading me into doing something I
’
d regret later. But I wasn
’
t going to let that happen. I
walked Shelby to my ride and gave her my helmet.

“
We
’
re going home, sweetheart.
”

“
I
have no home,
”
she said.

I pushed my body against hers,
pinning her against my motorcycle.
“
Yes
you do. With me, you have a fucking home.
”

“
Yeah,
”
she said.
“
A bed in a closet. Like I
’
m some kind of fucking animal.
”

“
Don
’
t run and I won't have to chain
you up.
”

Shelby spit in my face. The spit
dripped down my cheek. Her eyes went wide, cheeks turning red. I touched my
cheek and wiped the spit away.

“
You
’
ll pay for that,
”
I whispered.

I pointed my gun behind me and
unloaded the rest of the clip into her car. The back window, shattered. Hell,
all the windows, shattered. I even managed to get a couple bullets stuck in the
windshield.

“
You
’
re leaving it like that?
”
Shelby asked.

“
Yeah.
Let them think you were attacked.
”

“
Layne
…”

I grabbed Shelby
’
s face. I pulled her mouth to
mine and kissed her.
“
Sweetheart,
you
’
re done talking. You
’
re done running.
”
I ran the tip of my nose
against hers.
“
I
’
m going to take you back to the
clubhouse and fuck you.
”

12.

(Shelby)

Layne held my wrists with one of
his large hands. He walked me through the lot like I was a prisoner. Everyone
there stopped to look at me. Nobody dared to speak a word.

“
Get
back to work!
”
Layne
bellowed.
“
Find something
to do. We have enemies that want to fucking kill us.
”

Layne kicked opened the clubhouse
door and squeezed my wrists tighter. He put me against the bar and pressed up
behind me. I could barely breathe with his muscular body against me. To my left
I saw Ax standing at the bar holding a bottle of beer. He looked concerned for
me. Finn came walking from the meeting room and froze.

“
Drinks!
”
Layne ordered.

A prospect brought him beers and
then we were on the move again.

As Layne walked by Finn, he said,
“
We
’
re
meeting at midnight. I want a full table. Call everyone who is still out there
and bring them back. Send out prospects to canvas the town. All riding, no
stopping, no matter what.
”

Layne didn
’
t let Finn respond. He pushed at me and we were
walking again. When we turned the corner, he put me against a wall. His put the
beers on the floor and his hand cupped my ass.

“
You
like that, don
’
t you?
”
he growled.

I didn
’
t respond.

“
You
want to fucking run from me? You want to get yourself fucking killed?
”

“
No,
”
I whispered.
“
I was
…”

“
Shut
up. You
’
ll talk when I tell
you to.
”

Layne
’
s
hand reached around and slipped between my legs. He pushed up, driving my
panties against my sex. I throbbed, thrust, ached with a burning wetness that
demanded Layne
’
s touch.
Rough, gentle, whatever, I just needed him so badly.

Fuck first, talk later.

That was perfectly fine by me.

Layne opened my jeans and his hand
cut down into my jeans and panties. One of his fingers curled and pulled,
rubbing against my sensitive clit. My knees bent a little as I sighed.

“
You
’
re soaking wet,
”
Layne said.
“
Christ, sweetheart.
”

His fingers pressed harder, swiping
left to right over my clit, each time sending pulses of intense pleasure up and
down my body. It made me jump. I bit my lip to keep from screaming right there
in the hallway.

Layne pressed his body harder to
mine. His hand moved down, his fingers cutting down along my center. He went
beyond my pussy, teasing me, cupping his hand over me.

“
This
is all fucking mine,
”
he
said.
“
Do you fucking
understand me?
”

“
Yes,
”
I whimpered.

“
You
ever try to leave again and you won
’
t
be back here. I don
’
t care
who you are.
”

I nodded.

I felt my pussy throbbing against
the palm of his hand. It was simply torture that he was there but not doing
anything. My toes curled tight. My nerves were shaking.

Just fuck me. Touch me. Finger
me. Fuck, Layne
…
fuck
…

Layne pulled his hand back and sank
two of his thick fingers into me. I groaned as he pushed as far as he could
reach. My depths were ready for him, my hips rocking forward and back.

Layne took his hand away from me.
He let my wrists go and then spun me around. He showed me his two fingers,
glistening from the sweet wetness he caused.

“
Taste,
sweetheart. Right now.
”

I parted my lips and Layne offered
me a taste of myself. I licked his finger. He licked the other finger.

Fuck, my body was on fire.

Layne slipped his hand back into my
pants and panties, rubbing my clit even harder. He knew right where to get me
and how to do it. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall.

“
Move,
now,
”
Layne bellowed.

He turned his hand and grabbed my
panties. He walked, taking me with him. As fucked up as it was, I felt one of
his rock hard knuckles press against my smooth skin, putting pressure against
my clit. I was so ready, so achy, I thought I was going to come as I walked.

Layne took me to his room, a room I
hadn
’
t been in for a while
now. The second I was inside, Layne
’
s
smell flooded my nose. That sexy musky smell of leather, sweat, man, his soap
and deodorant. The hottest smell ever. What my sweet smell did to him was what
his smell did to me.

I melted even more.

Layne threw me forward, my belly
crashing to the bed. He was then right there, against me, leaning over me. His
hands were under my shirt, touching just below my breasts.

“
Take
those fucking pants and panties off right now,
”
he whispered into my ear.

Layne eased back just enough to
give me some room to do as he ordered. I pushed at my jeans and panties down to
my knees. Then I kicked them off the rest of the way. Layne pulled me back and
brought me to my feet. His hands raced up the rest of the way, taking my shirt
off. His fingers grabbed the clasp of my bra, twisting it, rendering me fully
naked for his pleasure.

His fingers touched my shoulders.
Then they ran down my back, sending chills everywhere. Down to my ass, he
cupped with both hands. That
’
s
when I felt his lips touch my neck. And then in the most seductive move I
’
d ever felt, Layne kissed inch
by inch, following my spine all the way down. I started to shake with
anticipation, my body so close to the edge it almost hurt. I clawed at my own
legs, wanting so badly to just rub my clit to bring myself to climax. 

One of his hands touched my lower
back and pushed.

Layne bent me over. I looked back
and all I could see was his massive hands on my ass. Cupping, squeezing,
spreading me. I felt his burning hot breath between my legs.

“
Oh,
fuck, sweetheart,
”
he said.
“
You
’
re practically dripping.
”

I opened my mouth to say something
but Layne stole my words with the slice of his tongue to my pussy. My body
jumped and shook. I cried out as he went right to work. I felt the pressure of
his perfect tongue against my folds, my hole, flickering at my clit. In a
matter of a few seconds, he
’
d
thrown me over the edge.

My knees buckled and I started to
fall to the floor. I clawed at the bed to hold myself but my legs had lost
feeling. Layne
’
s powerful
grip held me wide open as he devoured me. The tip of his tongue was everywhere
between my legs. I pulsed and throbbed, spilling everywhere and Layne was there
to clean me up.

His tongue then kissed and licked
up one of my ass cheeks and to my back. He pulled away and stood up behind me.
His hands grabbed at my hips and pulled me back to my feet, still bent over.

“
Get
fucking ready,
”
he said.
“
I can
’
t wait any longer.
”

I heard the zipper of his jeans and
then he touched me. He was thick and hard. My center was tender. I was still
soaked. One hard thrust and Layne sent me forward to the bed. He buried himself
deep inside me. His cock feeling endless. His jeans pressed against my ass. His
belt buckle touched my back.

One of his hands grabbed my hair
and pulled it away. He turned my head and planted his lips to my cheek.

“
I
fucking love your pussy,
”
he groaned as he thrust.

My body jumped. The full feeling
made me cry out. It hurt a little but felt good a lot. My body was at war with
itself.

Layne pushed back and then started
to fuck me. He held my hair tight, pulling when he wanted me to fuck back at
him harder and faster. His other hand squeezed at my ribs tight. He thrust with
grunting force.

I was all his, whether I liked it
or not.

It made me wonder if this was how
he fucked other women when he was looking to just get off. Was that what I had
been reduced to now? Just a piece of pussy to fuck?

His hand let go of my ribs. There
was an achy relief.

I let out a breath and looked back
just in time to see - and feel - Layne pull out of me. I saw his cock standing
rigid and tall, wet with my pleasure. He stared at me as he took off his
leather cut. His shirt came off next, my eyes climbing up and down the
beautiful muscles that made up his body.

Then Layne pulled at his belt
buckle. His lip was curled up in a snarl as he took his jeans off. All there
was for my eyes to view was a cut piece of wild biker perfection. His chest
muscles connected to his stomach muscles. His stomach muscles ran down to flat
skin right to the root of his cock. His legs were thick and powerful, legs that
had been pumping at me just a minute ago.

“
I
’
m not done yet,
”
he said and slapped both hands
to my bare ass.

The
smack
sound rang out
across the bedroom, followed by my yell.

He flipped me over and grabbed my
knees, opening my legs. His hands ran up my sticky inner thighs, his thumbs
stopping a millimeter from my pussy. Dropping to his knees, Layne came forward
with his mouth again, tasting me. He engulfed my sweet center, suckling so hard
against tender skin that I crunched forward, screamed, grabbed for his hair. I
pulled at him, my body instinctively wanting more. I rocked my hips as hard as
I could, grinding my clit against his flickering tongue. His hands slid around
to my ass and lifted me up, devouring me even more.

My body started to feel weak. My
grip on his hair lessened and finally my fingers fell to his shoulder and
rested there. My other hand held at the sheets but with no strength. I rested
my head back on the bed, shut my eyes, and lost myself in. The wet sound of
Layne
’
s tongue pleasuring
me, sucking at me. The warm pulses raced throughout my entire body. My legs
jumped, flexed, but I had nothing. He had taken everything from me.

One of his hands moved up and
spread across my belly. I put my hand to his and gave a weak squeeze. Layne
then turned his hand and interlocked his fingers to mine.

I quivered with a desire to be
needed, wanted, to have Layne in a way that went beyond the bed and the back of
his motorcycle.

I opened my eyes and looked down.
Layne
’
s eyes locked with
mine and he took his mouth from me. He kissed up over my smooth body, his eyes
never leaving mine. Inch by inch, he moved slow, calculated, my heart racing,
my body aching for more of him. At my breasts, he kissed, once, gentle, enough
to make me shiver so my nipples were painfully hard.

Layne knew how to fuck. Fuck my
body. Fuck my mind. Fuck everything.

His lips finally met mine. Our
tongues touched and a familiar sweet taste flooded my mouth. That
’
s when he thrust at me with his
cock, entering me again.

The first couple pumps were slow
and deep. Then he put fists to the bed, pushed up, and picked up right where he
left off when he was behind me. Fucking me harder, faster, me bouncing on the
bed in a endless state of orgasmic ecstasy.

“
Ah,
fuck, sweetheart,
”
he
groaned.
“
My balls can
’
t hold back anymore.
”

“
Don
’
t,
”
I said. I put my hands to his back and looked at him.
“
Fill me, Layne. Right now. Fucking fill me.
”

“
Done,
”
Layne said.