Page 73 of Hell & Back

That was the difference between the Sons and the Phantoms. That Tuck would ask a question like that shows the decencyin the men he called brothers. The Phantoms were nothing but sadistic bastards.

“You probably don’t want to hear this, but Kylie really needs you to come home, man.”

Fuck. He knew Tuck was going to say something like that. “I can’t. Trust me. I’m fucked up.”

“We can help you through this.”

“No. No one can.” Darren started backing away. “Just,” he choked, “take care of her.” He spun on his heel and bolted for the back door. If he was remotely lucky he would get outside, make his way around to the front and onto his bike without running into Kylie. He had to get out of there. It was too much temptation to be around her and not be able to touch her. And if he touched her, even the simplest touch, he’d need more. A whole lot more.

15

DARREN

Preacher’s men were still in Taos which meant everyone was still spinning their wheels.

With the Black Horsemen in town, Darren spent less and less time at the clubhouse. He had no desire to answer the multitude of questions that were sure to come his way once they got the news he’d been taken by the Phantoms. And it was only a matter of time before they found out that he’d been drugged and even more questions would ensue as to how he was handling it.

Hewasn’tfucking handling it. As a matter of fact he’d finally given up on fighting the urges caused by the drug. He’d reasoned that maybe if he fucked it out of his system, he could go back to being normal again. He’d come to the point he was willing to try anything.

He’d gotten several texts and voicemails from Tuck and Kylie which he still hadn’t read or listened to. If he was going to fuck up his life royally, he wasn’t going to bring them down withhim. He’d been avoiding the clubhouse because he didn’t want to chance getting cornered by either of them. He would only return when they called church to plan the take down.

He’d opted to give his room to Chance and gotten a room at one of the local motels. It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t the worst, but it served his needs. A place to sleep and shower. Today he was adding fucking to the list of essentials for this room. He’d gone with blowjobs for the first night he’d come here. Since then he’d moved on to fucking. He’d brought two other women here in two days. Neither one could keep up with his appetite. After they’d come three or four times, they’d tap out.

Darren had picked up a woman this afternoon at a bar down the street from where he was staying. The place had been decorated in black and orange streamers, witches hats on the tables and glittery bats hanging from the ceiling in honor of Halloween. He’d gone there to get something to eat and she’d sat down on a bar stool right next to him just as he was finishing. He bought her a drink, asked if she wanted to fuck and brought her here. Picking up women had never been a problem before and it didn’t look like it had changed. She was a beautiful woman with long black hair, blue eyes and a rockin’ body. She wasn’t Kylie.

With every passing day, he hated himself more and more. His need for vengeance burned hotter and deeper with each new sunrise.

He parked his bike in front of his room and waited for the woman, he thought her name was something like Macy or Stacy or Tracy, he couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter anyway. They were there to fuck, not talk. Once they’d gotten their fill of each other, he’d call an Uber to take her home just like he’d done with the other women he’d brought to his room. He always made it clear before anything ever happened that it was a one and done kind of thing. There would be no repeats. And when he was once again all alone in his room, he’d get drunk and pass out.

He was finding it harder and harder to look in the mirror. When he looked into his eyes all he saw was guilt and shame. This wasn’t the man he once was. Crockett and RIP had ruined everything. If they didn’t get news back from Preacher’s men soon, Darren might take off on his own and see if he could get his hands on those two.

He offered his hand so Macy, Stacy, Tracy could get off his bike, then climbed off behind her. He walked the few steps it took to get to his door and unlocked it. He entered, knowing she would follow behind him. He dropped his keys on the nightstand and plugged up his phone while she stood just inside the door checking out the room. “You wanna drink?” He motioned to the bottles of tequila, whiskey and gin setting on the table near the window.

“Sure. Tequila.” She dropped her purse in a chair. He handed her a shot in one of the two plastic cups the motel provided. He tossed his back and gritted his teeth against the burn.She sipped from her cup then set it aside on the table. “So,” she hesitated.

“Strip. We came here to fuck. Let’s get to it.” He reached behind his neck, grabbing for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was reaching for his belt and she still hadn’t started removing her clothes. He arched a brow at her which kicked her into gear. She kicked off her heels and removed her shirt, revealing a lilac colored bra. Just as he thought, she had more than enough to fill it out. She shimmied her jeans down her legs and kicked them to the side. One side of his mouth kicked up seeing her panties matched her bra. He unfastened his jeans and slid them down, stepping out of them.

He stood up and watched her eyes widen at his hard cock. Yeah, he got that reaction a lot. He wasn’t bragging or anything, but God had been good to him where his dick was concerned. She licked her lips while her hungry gaze took him in from head to toe.

“Like what you see?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She nodded her head enthusiastically.

“Then get rid of the bra and panties so we can get to it.” He walked toward the nightstand to get a condom. Never in his life had he gone ungloved except for Kylie and well, Sadie. He ripped the package open then slid the condom over his throbbing cock. He stayed where he was and crooked a finger. “Come here.”

She went to him like she was powerless not to obey him.

Normally, this was where he’d tell her to suck his dick, but he was already rock hard. He needed her to catch up so they could fuck. He turned her so her back was to his front, his dick nestled in the small of her back. He shifted her long black hair over one shoulder, giving him access to her neck. Darren wrapped one arm around her to fondle and grope her tits and the other slid slowly down her stomach, cupping her trimmed pussy. He slid his hand between her legs, using his finger to tap her clit, causing her hips to jerk. Her breathing quickened as one finger dipped into her pussy. He was more than happy to find her already wet. He pinched her nipples and kissed her neck while adding a second finger. He worked her hard until she was gushing in his hand.

“Bend over the bed.” He spun her so her hands settled on the bed, her ass pointed toward him. He lined himself up and pushed in with one hard thrust. She gasped and shuddered. He knew she was ready for him so he set off in a quick pace. He hammered at her until she, unable to hold herself up any longer, collapsed onto the bed. It didn’t stop him. Still balls deep, he held onto her, put a knee to the bed and scooted her forward so that she was lying crossways in the middle of the bed, on her stomach. He picked up the pace until he was damn near drilling her into the mattress. Thanks to this goddamn drug he was ready to come at any time, but he wanted to make sure she got something out of it, too. He waited until he felt herinner muscles starting to milk his cock and knew she was close to coming. He slipped his hand beneath her so he could get to her clit with his fingers. He pinched her clit and she screamed into the mattress as she came apart beneath him. Thank fuck. He gave himself permission to come and held on for the body-shaking orgasm that always came. It always left him feeling like he was going to pass out from the force of his release. The only upside to the drug, if one could be found, was that it always made him come hard and it felt like it would go on for forever. Everything else about the drug, he despised.

He pulled out and went to dispose of his condom. When he got back to the bedroom, he found the covers pulled down and Macy, Stacy, Tracy sitting up against the headboard, a huge smile on her face.

Her eyes dropped to his still hard cock and groaned. “Lucky me. You’re ready for round two already.”

He grabbed another condom and rolled it on. “Yeah, are you?”

KYLIE

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