Page 3 of Devil's Work: Dark

We walk back to one of the private dance rooms, where she shuts the door and locks it. It’s deep purple velvet and mirrors with long, soft cushions on the built-in sofa.

“My real name’s Faith, by the way,” she says.

“Don’t care,” I reply truthfully.

She looks a little put-off, but really, I don’t give a shit.

“You gonna tell me your name?”

“Nope.”

I reach behind her back to unclasp the swath of fabric covering her tits, then slide the straps down her arms, tossing it to the floor. Her tits are huge. Round. Hard. She paid big money for those things. I twist and squeeze her nipples as I walk her backward toward the sofa. Her mouth drops open until the backs of her knees hit the furniture and she falls onto the cushion.

“How you like it?” I ask.

She reaches her hand up to cup the back of my head, bringing it down to hers trying press her lips to mine. That shit goes on for two seconds before I turn my head away.

“I came to fuck, not to kiss.” Fucking bitches always want to kiss. What’s the point? She’s wet, I’m hard. It’s time for the good stuff. I plant her on the sofa the wayIwanther. No chance of repeating that shit. I lift her up by her armpits and flip her around, facing away from me. Knees to the cushion, spread wide. Ass out. Hands to the back of the sofa.

This one reacts the way they all do when I don’t offer the lovey-dovey bullshit and pouts, but she doesn’t move. I unbuckle my belt, then unbutton and unzip my fly, only moving my jeans down enough to spring my cock.

Her panties, I yank those down her legs, stretching them to capacity. Then I pull a condom from my pocket, ripping the packet open with my teeth, and roll it on. I use my fingers to make sure she’s good and ready for me, which, she’s dripping, then I plow that pussy going balls-deep.

She gasps and rears back, trying to take more of me, but there’s nowhere else for me to go. Then it’s on. We fuck hard and fast and rough. I twist her hair around my hand and pull back, going in deep with each thrust.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god…” she keeps mumbling. This ain’t gonna take long. Her walls begin quivering and I feel my balls seizing up.

“Come for me,” I order. She thrusts back two more times, fucking herself with my cock, and lets go. I shoot my wad hard. Breathing heavy, I give myself just a moment to collect myself, releasing her hair, steadying myself against her shoulders before pulling out. I rip the condom off, tossing it into a small metal trash can, then tuck my cock back inside my jeans and zip up.

She’s still trying to collect herself. She has her forehead resting against the wall. Her back is moving from taking in such heavy breaths.

I smack her ass twice to let her know I’m leaving and mumble my, “Thanks.” Then I’m gone.

My phone starts buzzing. It’s one of my MC brothers. Sarge. I love the guy, we’re tight, but now he’s all loved up on some bitch and it’s annoying as fuck. First our president and now him. To be fair, both of those bitches are class acts. Smart, gorgeous, and don’t run off getting themselves into trouble. But how many more are gonna fall now that these two got the ball rolling?

We used to be about beer, bitches, and bar fights. Now, I kid not, Sarge knocked his old lady up. A fucking dad? He’s going to be a fucking dad. Bikers and babes go together, not bikers and babies. All it takes is one and that shit starts to spread. Next thing you know, our club will become the Brimstone Lords, another MC out of Thornbriar, Kentucky. They started off as our bitter enemies under our last president, but thanks to Vlad, our new president, they’ve become good friends. But that doesn’t mean I want a daycare for a clubhouse.

“Whatcha need?” I answer the phone.

“Vlad’s calling a meeting. Need you at the clubhouse.”

“What we got going on? Was thinking about heading down to Nashville for the weekend.”

“Well, go after.”

“Smartass,” I mutter to his returning laugh. “I mean, does he want us for something that’ll take a while?”

“Nope. Just a vote.”

That gets my attention. We haven’t had to vote on anything in a while. “Be there in a few,” I return and disconnect. Bentley has ordinances. The club I just left, T & A, sits on the outskirts of town, but in the opposite direction from our clubhouse. The leaders thought that barring drinking establishments from offering mostly naked dancers for our viewing, and in my case fucking, enjoyment would keep the good people from becoming morally corrupt. It’s the same bullshit reason they gave to our MC chapter founders for keeping us out, too. I look at it as my civil duty to fight oppression by patronizing those establishments. And for the record, so do about half the town’s council or their families.

I hop on my bike and rumble out of the parking lot. It’s a thirty-minute drive down one mountain, through the downtown center of Bentley, and up a different mountain before I turn into the compound. One of our prospects on the gate opens for me and I ride through. Some of the brothers have taken to calling the kidSlip Knotand I’m not sure why, but he’s moved up the ranks of a prospect fast, so I guess he’s got some redeeming qualities. Size, for one. He’s a tall motherfucker and from what I hear, he’s been hitting the gym pretty regularly. Size and muscles are always welcome in our line of work. But I won’t let him know that.

I offer the punk a two-finger salute as I pass, and I park.

Nic, our president’s old lady, saunters her fine ass out of the clubhouse. All curves and that dark hair of hers pulled up in a high ponytail. Painted-on jeans and a half-shirt. Her man’s a lucky bastard. Every time she smiles at me, my dick gets hard. I’d never go there. Vlad’s my friend and my president, and Nic wouldn’t go there, either. She’s crazy about her man and ain’t shy about letting the world know in visceral ways.

“Dark,” she greets me, walking up with her arms spread, and she hugs me. Nic is the first bitch to hug me since the last hug I got from my mom years ago. And she does it all the time. I think she goes out of her way to hug me, like she thinks it’s her job as the first fucking MC lady to make the brothers feel welcome.

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