SAVAGE ROAD - Layne & Shelby (6 page)

9.

(Shelby)

My hands were still behind my back.
I faced the wall, looking back, Layne right on me. I blinked, waiting to wake
up from this dream. It had to be a dream. A crazy, wild dream. The kind where I
’
d wake up with my legs wrapped
up in sheets, my body on fire, only to realize I was completely alone.

Layne let my wrists go, finally.

“
Hands
to the wall, sweetheart,
”
he
growled.

His mouth was next to my ear. His
cheek brushed against mine. I bent my knees, rubbing my ass to his dick,
feeling him. Really feeling him. He was getting thicker, harder, the attention
of the new President of Devil Call MC all on me.

I turned my head just enough for
his lips to touch mine. Our lips just grazed, casually flirting. I tasted
whiskey and beer on his lips. I wanted more. I fucking craved more. When I
closed my lips, I kissed his bottom lip. I stared into his eyes. He had no
interest in kissing me though.

I didn
’
t care.

I kissed his lips a few more times,
each time making me throb with a needy ache. Between my thighs, I quivered.

Slowly, Layne reached for the front
of my jeans. He opened them and slipped a hand down in front of my panties. His
fingers were massive, curling around me, pressing my panties up into my body. I
melted into his touch, a tingling sensation running up and down my legs.

His hand then moved around,
following the line of my panties. Layne
’
s
other hand joined the fold and he began to inch my jeans down. That
’
s when he moved away from me. I
hurried to look back and watched as Layne took my jeans down to my knees. His
hands came back up, his middle fingers hooking into my panties, pulling them,
making them ride between my ass cheeks. They pulled hard, almost uncomfortable,
but the warmth and wetness provided from Layne
’
s
touch made everything feel pretty fucking good.

I took long, shaky breaths.

His fingertips touched my left ass
cheek, right where Brett had smacked me.

“
What
a fucking loser,
”
Layne
growled.

He then looked at me, right at me,
our eyes locking. A second later I felt a smack again. This time it was harder,
louder, his palm to my bare ass. I clawed at the wall and groaned, the stinging
sensation somehow mixing with the feelings in my core.
Feeling good. I
wanted more. I wanted Layne to
…

His hand went back and he did it
again. This time to my other cheek.

“
There,
”
he growled.
“
Both sides match.
”

My body shook with pain, pleasure, and
a strange sense of fear and anticipation.

Layne
’
s
left hand grabbed my ass, squeezing tight. His fingers dug into my soft flesh.
His other hand touched between my thighs, cutting up until his fingertips were
against my soft and warm pussy. He slid his fingers back and forward, cutting
between me. I opened my legs for him. His fingertips rubbed against me, slowly
penetrating me. Layne worked my body gently, inching deeper, pulling back out,
thrusting harder the second time. His other hand moved around to the front of
my body. Sliding along my bare body, the tip of his middle finger sought out my
clit. I was ready and waiting for him, his touch setting the rest of my body on
fire.

I had my palms flat against the
wall, pushing, thrusting back to his touch. My knees bent, his fingers touching
me everywhere, it was no shock when I felt myself ready to go so quickly.
Nobody had touched me like this in a long time.

Layne pressed forward, his body
against mine. The space between me on the wall stolen. His lips touched my
neck, kissing me. He worked up to my ear and let out a growl.

His right hand was between my legs,
from behind, fingers sliding in and out of me with ease. His left hand around
the front of my body massaged my clit harder by the second.

With another growl, Layne then
said,
“
Come right now. Make
a fucking mess all over my fingers, sweetheart. Right fucking now.
”

“
Christ,
”
I managed to whisper.

No way I could resist my body
’
s needs and Layne
’
s commands.

I tried to thrust and couldn
’
t. Layne had me under complete control.

I shut my eyes and felt the climax
swell and let go. My toes curled in my shoes and I lost my breath as I started
to come. Layne stayed right there with me, his fingers working beautifully,
knowing how to work with me as I throbbed over and over.

Layne then stepped back, taking his
hands away from me. My hands were still against the wall, my hips rocking. I
was done
…
but not done.

I looked back at Layne.

“
You
taking care of yourself?
”
he asked.

“
What?
”

“
If
I come inside you, you
’
re
not going to get pregnant, right?
”

“
Oh.
That. Yeah. I mean, no. No. I
’
m
not going to get pregnant
…”

My head was spinning faster than
reality.

Layne had his hand between his
legs. I watched him unzip his jeans and pull out a long, hard, perfect cock.
His other hand slapped my ass again, snapping me out of my trance. He squeezed
my ass and pushed, his thumb cutting between my cheeks and down, touching me as
I continued to throb.

He was then against me. The head of
his dick pressed to me. For a few seconds it felt impossible that he could fit
inside me. Pressing harder, he tore me open, stealing my breath, making me
shake harder.

“
Easy,
sweetheart,
”
Layne growled
as his other hand grabbed my ass.

He kept me steady, making me fight against
the instinctive need to fuck back at him. He was deep inside me, filling me
beyond the max. My fingers curled at the wall, nails scratching, desperate for
relief. The only possible relief, however, was from deep within my core.

“
Fuck,
”
Layne whispered.

He started to pull back. I regained
my breath and turned my head. His shoulders looked ten miles wide. His leather
cut completely sexy. His t-shirt rested too far down, curling just a little
around his dick. I saw him for a second, his shaft glistening, but then he
thrust forward, right back into me.

I groaned and tried to thrust back
again. Layne was still holding me tight.

“
This
is mine,
”
he said.
“
Get that fucking straight right
now. If this is going to happen
…”

I reached back with my right hand.
I touched the edges of his leather cut. I touched my own ass, squeezing and
pulling, wanting more of him.

Layne pulled back and thrust again.
This time he hurried to repeat the motion, actually fucking me. It brought the
realization that I was breaking my rule. My one fucking rule. The biggest rule
of my life.

I was fucking a biker.

Worse yet, this was the guy who
’
d be wearing the President
’
s patch soon. The guy who had
barged into the clubhouse like a wild storm and had taken the place over.
Standing up to Finn. Taking down Ax. Possibly killing Bain for being a traitor.
And now he was deep inside me. Thrusting. Fucking.

His powerful legs crashed into the
back of my legs. I had to put my hand back on the wall and push to keep my head
from smashing into the wall. Layne
’
s
strong hands were like vises against my hips. His fingers dug in my lower
belly, his thumbs near my ass. Everything about him and his touch had set me on
fire. Maybe because he was new. Maybe because he was so defiant and sexy. Maybe
because he was shot and didn
’
t
give a shit about it.

Or maybe it was just his eyes.

Yeah, of all things, his eyes.

With his cock burying deep into me,
I was thinking about his eyes. They hinted at a darker story for Layne. There
was good reason he left Brocke to come up here. Brocke was supposed to be the
town and charter everyone wanted to be in. Yet Layne was up here in Oakville.

“
Oh,
fuck,
”
I groaned loud
enough that my voice carried down the hallway.

I tensed and fought even harder
against Layne
’
s grip. I had
to move. I had to come. I did both. I lowered my head and looked at my feet, my
shoes, then Layne
’
s giant
boots.

I came with a leg tingling pulse.

Behind me, Layne hissed. His hands
gripped even tighter, almost hurting me. But I wasn
’
t going to argue his touch. I needed it. I
desperately needed it. To make me feel okay and feel alive.

That
’
s
when Layne thrust forward and started to come. His right hand slipped up my
shirt and he lifted me up. His left hand went down to my pussy, two fingers
grazing my clit. I was almost standing, throbbing against his cock as he
spilled into me. Each pulse left me with a warm feeling. Each time his dick
pulsed, he groaned, his mouth right next to my ear. His thrusts were hard,
slow, perfect. I almost never wanted him to leave my body.

Then he did.

He pulled out with a sighing groan.
I felt a gush between my legs and whimpered. I turned my head and Layne was
right there. Even though the hallway was dark, I could see his eyes. I swear on
it.

I inched forward, wanting his lips.

That
’
s
when everything froze.

Our eyes were locked together.

Gently, his hand slipped over my
right ass cheek and he squeezed. My ass was tender, sore, thanks to Layne
smacking me. Fuck, I never knew it could feel so good.

I swallowed hard.

I then made my move at him.

My lips touched his and then he
pulled back.

He licked his lips.

“
No,
”
he whispered.
“
That
’
s not how it works right now. You stay behind that
bar, sweetheart. Someday I may not be there to protect you.
”

Layne backed up. He left me
standing there with my jeans and panties down at my knees. I looked back at
him.

“
If
you are there,
”
I said,
“
this is what I get?
”

Layne grinned.
“
You
’
re hidden, sweetheart. And it
’
s going to get you good one of
these days.
”

“
You
’
re the one who
’
s hidden, Layne.
”

“
Maybe
so.
”
He stepped at me
again. His hands cupped my ass.
I gushed again
…
“
But,
sweetheart, I
’
ve killed a
lot of people. That
’
s a lot
of guilt to bear. What
’
s
your story?
”

He didn
’
t give me a chance to respond. He simply turned and
walked away without looking back again.

I stood there, catching my breath,
still gushing, still so tender between my legs.

What
’
s your story?

That was the answer I feared giving
up.

Simply put
…
my father wanted Layne gone. He wanted Devil Call
MC gone.

He wanted to kill Layne.

10.

(Layne)

I opened my eyes and looked down. I
still had the gun on my stomach, my hand gripped tight on it. To my left, the
bed was empty. My hand was outstretched, fingers wrapped around the pillow.

What the fuck did I expect to be
there?

Shelby?

I groaned and shook my head.

She was a fun little thing, that
was for sure.

A fun little thing.

I sucked in a breath and groaned.

Something had just triggered in me
when I saw Brett smack Shelby
’
s
ass. I had almost been across the room yet my eyes had been searching for Shelby.
It just seemed off. One woman and all these bikers around her. Yeah, I thought
about Everly a little bit and what it was like for her before Talon got out of
prison. I fucked up with Everly, I knew that. I should have been more
protective of her, but sadly it had been clear she and I were never meant to
be. And I took that to heart.

With Shelby, it was different.

This was nothing about heart.

I just wanted to make sure she didn
’
t get hurt. And I didn
’
t mind getting my dick a little
wet.

Her sweet smell still lingered on
me.

I stood from the bed and went to
the bathroom.

I took a long piss, splashed some
water on my face, and left the bathroom to find Brett standing in my room. He
had a gun in one hand -
not my gun; my gun was still on the bed
- and a
cup of coffee in the other.

“
Morning,
”
I said.

“
It
’
s early afternoon,
”
Brett said.

“
What
do you want?
”

“
Coffee?
”

“
You
poison it?
”

Brett laughed.
“
You think that
’
s how I
’
d take down someone like you?
”

“
World
’
s a fucked up place,
”
I said.

Brett put the coffee down.
“
Hey, about last night
…
I was drunk, Layne. Okay? I
would have never
…”

I stepped toward Brett. I grabbed
his wrist and lifted. I put the gun to my stomach. I put my thumb to the
trigger. My eyes were inches from Brett
’
s
as I stared down at him.

“
If
I wanted a cup of coffee I
’
d
have one of the prospects make it,
”
I said.
“
If I wanted to
hear you apologize for touching a woman
’
s
ass, I
’
d chain you up like
I did to Bain and make you beg for forgiveness. Now, if you
’
re in here with a gun in your hand
to shoot me, then you have three seconds to do so before I slam your fucking
head off a wall.
”

Brett swallowed hard. His eyes were
wide.

Slowly, he stepped back. I let my
hand slide away from the gun.

Brett put his hands up, a show of
faith maybe.

“
I
get drunk and think dumb things,
”
Brett said.
“
Shelby and I
had been having these moments
…
I just wanted
…”

“
Brett,
right?
”

Of course I knew who he was.

He nodded.

“
Take
your coffee. Take your gun. Take your fuck fantasy with Shelby. Go fuck off.
”

Brett took the coffee mug and left.
I wasn
’
t in the mood for
that shit right now. I didn
’
t
need apologies for anything. Not for the club. Not for me being here. Not for
Shelby.

This was about business.

I had a hole in my shirt and almost
a hole in my shoulder because of another crew riding through, wanting to send a
message to me. I had a member of our own chained up in a garage, hopefully dead
by now. And I still hadn
’
t
sewn the patch on yet.

I left the room and walked down the
hall. I gazed at the wall where I had pinned Shelby just hours ago. My cock
throbbed a little. No way I could start messing around with that shit right
now. I needed company last night and I got it. Fuck, we didn
’
t even make it to the bedroom,
which was good.

At the bar, I sat down and knocked
on the table. A prospect was there to get me some coffee and some food. Hot,
greasy, exactly what I needed.

Hawke and Ransom were at the other
end of the bar. Rylan sat up from a pool table, looking confused and a complete
mess. He had dried blood under his nose like a crimson, crusted mustache.

“
What
happened to him?
”
I asked
the prospect behind the bar.

“
He
wanted to see some woman
’
s
boobs,
”
the prospect said.
“
So she said if he let her punch
him in the nose, she
’
d
flash him.
”

“
He
went along?
”

“
Yeah,
”
the prospect said.
“
She had a wicked right jab.
”

“
I
can see that. Was it worth it?
”

“
What
was?
”

“
Her
tits, man,
”
I said.
“
Was it worth it?
”

“
For
me? Yeah. Free show. I
’
m
pretty sure she half knocked Rylan out. He probably doesn
’
t remember it.
”

A second later, the clubhouse door
swung open and in came Ax. The guy had to fucking bend over to get into the
clubhouse. Behind him came Finn. He froze when he saw me. Our eyes met and the
tension, the fire, the jealousy, whatever the fuck it was, blew up even more.

I
’
d
have to get to the bottom of his story soon enough.

Finn approached me and ordered up a
shot of whiskey. He mumbled
good morning
and then threw the shot back.
He growled, shook his head, and then looked at me.

“
Morning
to you,
”
I said.

“
Bain
is dead,
”
Finn said.
“
Not sure what you want to do
with him now.
”

“
I
have an idea,
”
I said.
“
Going to be a little messy
though. You okay with that?
”

“
I
love a good fucking mess.
”

“
Great.
You should have gotten me up when you did, Finn.
”

“
It
’
s called an alarm,
”
Finn said.
“
I
’
m
not your bitch, Layne. Whether you like it or not.
”

I had to give Finn some credit for
getting in my face, and trying to be tough and authentic, which he completely
was.

“
What
else is going on out there?
”
I asked.

“
Normal
business. A few deliveries to handle. Junkers that need to be stripped down. We
can sell parts, the scrap, or just rack them up. Whatever works. Not my job.
”

“
So
we have a real operation, huh?
”

“
That
keeps the law at bay, man,
”
Finn said.
“
I know in
Brocke you guys were just outlaws running through the streets. It
’
s different up here. We take a
lot of heat. Locals. State. Sometimes I feel like the feds are even circling
around. Wouldn
’
t shock me
considering our neighbors. You
’
ll
get it all soon enough. My advice
…”
Finn touched my shirt, his finger through the hole, touching the bandaged
wound.
“…
start here. Get
that under control.
”

“
You
the President?
”
I asked,
shaking my shoulder.

“
Are
you?
”

I stood up.

I looked around the bar. I stuck my
fingers into my mouth and whistled loud.

Everyone stopped and looked at me.

“
Let
’
s have a meeting. Right now. If
you
’
re not in there in
thirty seconds, you can join Bain.
”

Everyone moved and moved fast.

They all rushed into the room. Finn
moved slow, just to be an asshole.

I was the last to go into the room,
shutting the door behind me.

I looked up and down the table. My
table. The table I was going to sit at and control.

Slowly, I walked the entire table looking
at all the guys. Some I knew by now, some I didn
’
t.

I stopped at an empty seat and
touched the top.

“
This
was Bain
’
s?
”
I asked.

Everyone nodded.

I pulled the seat out and sat down.
It caused a little stir
…
there was still one more seat missing a person.
The head of the table. The
President
’
s
seat.

I folded my hands and looked at
everyone.
“
He sat right
here. He was fucking with the enemy. Trying to get another cut. Wanting to be
somewhere else. Anyone suspect anything?
”

Nobody spoke.

I shook my head.

“
I
’
m not going to kill whoever says
something,
”
I said.
“
I
’
m
just trying to figure out how this could happen.
”

“
Simple,
”
Finn spoke up.
“
Rex was gone. Bain was scared.
Fucking pussy.
”

“
He
’
s dead now,
”
Ax growled.
“
It shouldn
’
t matter.
”

“
It
does matter,
”
I said.
“
How about I have all the rooms
ripped apart in this clubhouse? I
’
ll
go through everything myself and see what else I fucking find.
”

That brought silence.

I put my hands to the table and
pushed up.

I stood.

“
I
want this chair filled,
”
I
said.
“
As soon as possible.
I
’
m going to trust you all
to vote on who deserves this seat. The table cannot sit broken anymore. Which
leaves us with another open seat, doesn
’
t
it?
”

That
’
s
when I started to walk toward the President
’
s
seat. I stopped behind that chair and just stood there. Rightfully so, I could
have just sat down. Demanded the patch. Had a prospect sew it on.

I believed in something else.
Something even greater than honor and respect. I believed in trust. The one
thing I had never really gotten from the world or anyone in it. But I believed
in it.

“
We
’
re going to keep Mountain
Killers out of Oakville,
”
I
said.
“
I promise you all
that. It
’
s going to be a
bloody fight. But I need to know what else is out there for us to fight.
”

“
A
lot of shit,
”
Brett said.
“
There
’
s bounty hunters always on the prowl for something.
Sniffing around, looking for a score. They come and go. The local PD prefers to
stay right in town and deal with the normal bullshit. As long as we don
’
t roll through.
”

“
Why
not?
”
I asked.
“
It
’
s
our town. Why can
’
t we be
there?
”

Everyone looked at each other. They
were slightly dumfounded by the suggestion of it.

“
What
else?
”
I asked.

“
The
mafia runs through here,
”
Finn said.
“
They have
territories from Vegas to the coast and up. Here up to Canada is very popular
for running anything.
”

“
Like
what?
”

“
Drugs.
Guns. Whores. Dead bodies.
”

“
Dead
bodies?
”
I asked.

“
Yeah,
”
Finn said.
“
There
’
s a trade for it.
”

“
We
don
’
t run that, right?
”

“
No,
”
Finn said.
“
But there
’
s money in it.
”

“
You
know about it personally?
”

Finn looked at the table. He
refused to answer me.

I looked at Hawke.
“
What about you, Hawke? What do
you have to say?
”

“
You
have the idea of it all,
”
he said.
“
Mountain Killers
…
they
’
re brutal. Big, strong, and ruthless.
”