Dark Menace MC: Stone (28 page)

“Okay, yes.”

He kissed me. “Good. I have a lot of shit to
clean up.”

Someone knocked loudly on the side of the
van. “You two done, ah, talking in there?” There was noticeable
humor in his tone. “We’re gettin’ ready to leave for the water
truck.”

Stone shook his head with a resigned sigh.
“Those two fuckers don’t miss a thing,” he smiled. “Yeah, we’re
done, for now.”

The last two words were spoken softly, for my
ears only. He took my hand and led me to the door. One of the twins
assisted me down to the ground. At a distance from us I could see
the carnage, but I quickly turned my gaze. I knew what had
happened, I didn’t need to see it, too. The two brothers mounted
their bikes. Stone and I had been so involved with each other that
we hadn’t heard them approach earlier. He directed me to one of
them and helped me get on.

“Guard her with your life.” His tone was
hard, and there was an underlying threat that didn’t need further
explanation. “And this is the only time my woman rides on the back
of your bike, unless you want to leave Bulldog without a brother,
brother.”

Both twins laughed and jump started their
bikes. Pit Bull had a bitch seat with a back rest, so I didn’t have
to wrap my arms around him. I wondered if Stone had chosen him to
take me back to the club for that reason. I didn’t really care. I
was just glad to be getting away from there. It was dark. It was
quiet. The ride back to the club went without mishap on the lonely
back roads we traveled.

Once I was back at the bar, I found myself
surrounded by Maddie, some of the girls, and Ty. Their concern for
me was touching, but I convinced them that I was okay, wondering to
myself if I really was. Having a friend killed who was sitting
right next to you, being knocked unconscious, kidnapped, and shot
at could mess with your mind if you let it. Fucking Stone had
grounded me back to a more pleasant reality.

A glance in the mirror behind the bar
revealed that I had a bruise on my cheek, blood on the side of my
head where I’d been pistol whipped, and blood all over my blouse. I
knew Maddie would freak if I’d told her that was caused by being
shot at, so I kept the news to myself.

“We were so worried about you,” Trudy said,
wiping her eyes. “Some of the boys took right off after you.”

“But you were too far ahead of them,” Rhonda
added.

“And then someone from Phantom Riders called
to say you were with them and that you were okay,” Lulu explained,
still in her barely-there dancing costume.

I wondered if that had been Hawk, after he’d
locked me into the van.

“You need to let Ginger take a look at you,”
Maddie insisted.

“I agree,” both Ty and Ginger spoke at the
same time.

I didn’t bother to refuse, sitting on a stool
while the club nurse ripped the material of my blouse where it had
been grazed by the bullet. Once the wound was revealed and Ginger
recognized it for what it was, she said, “You were lucky.” Then she
moved on to examine my head. “You don’t need any stitches, but I do
want to clean and put antibiotic cream on them after you get a
shower, and I don’t think it will hurt for you to go on antibiotics
for a week or so to avoid infection. Okay?”

“Sure.” I glanced at Ty, who was watching us
with quiet concern. “Jimmy—”

“All taken care of, honey, he was never
here.”

I got Ty’s meaning. I wasn’t to bring up the
incident to anyone outside the club.

“Sorry about your ex-boyfriend,” Maddie
murmured and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about
Ronald. “We’re bad news for men, huh?”

I didn’t respond to that. Jimmy had lost his
life because he was here to see me, and now his family would never
know what had happened to him. I would have to come to terms with
that but it wouldn’t be easy. My hopes to borrow the money to pay
Dark Menace back so that Maddie could move on with her life were
further away than ever. She deserved to be free of Ronald’s debts,
to be happy, but I didn’t know anyone else with that kind of money.
I wondered if Stone would let her go and let me work off the debt
alone.

“What about the biker—?”

“Looks like you, only worse,” Ty said with a
slight smile. “Pissed they’d got the drop on him. He’ll be hurtin’
more when Prez gets a hold of him.”

No doubt, Stone was a hard man. I was
relieved to find out that he was still alive. I closed my eyes for
a minute to reflect on the day’s events. God, it could have turned
out so much worse. There’d been a time during the shooting that it
had sounded so war-like, two enemies determined to annihilate the
other side to win the prize. I’d cringed inside the van, helpless
to do anything but listen, knowing that I was the cause of it
all.

If Wildman hadn’t been in my past, if he
hadn’t wanted me…fuck, the tears wouldn’t help. Only Stone, and
being in his arms, being claimed by him, would help. I heard
something hit the bar and opened my eyes to see the glass Ty had
set down in front of me.

“Looks like you need this.”

“Rachel, why don’t you go shower so that
Ginger can treat your wounds?”

I smiled at Ty and Maddie, reached for the
glass, and drank the contents down without knowing what it was. The
coughing fit that ensued brought laughter, and someone hit me on my
back, but none of that stopped the burn that settled in the middle
of my stomach.

“What the hell, Ty?” My eyes were
watering.

“You’ll thank me later,” he said.

It was brandy and I knew he was right, but
right now I just hoped to make it through my shower and Ginger’s
treatment before it took effect on my abused and tired body.

****

STONE

Fuck, I was tired. We’d done everything we
could to clean up the fucking evidence that there’d been a shootout
at the old cemetery. Unless the law or Feds were specifically
looking for something, they would be hard pressed to find anything.
The ground was saturated, but it was with water, not blood, and it
would dry up once the sun came up. During the whole fucking
clean-up not one car had come by, which was a good sign that no one
ventured down that part of the road. And why would they, when the
factory had been abandoned for fucking years? There was nothing
else around there for miles.

Getting back to the club was always a welcome
feeling, and meant ramped-up emotions running high on adrenaline
could be worked out, usually with a sweetbutt. Fighting, war,
partying hard always seemed to end between their fucking legs. It
wasn’t uncommon for the women to welcome the brothers back, and it
wasn’t any different now. Most of the night was over, killing
Wildman in the slowest and most fucking painful way that we could
had taken hours of torture. In the end, seeing his face when we
stuffed his nuts into his mouth right before Ripper gutted him, had
been worth it. He’d never hurt Rachel or another human being
again.

I brought the bottle of whiskey to my mouth
and drank it down like water, trying to get the gruesome sight out
of my head. Most of the men had already picked their fucking poison
and were being led to their rooms by half-naked sweetbutts. They’d
fuck like it was their last pussy for the next few hours, and come
out looking reenergized and ready while the girls would look
thoroughly used up.

Thinking about the fine pussy I had in my
room, I headed there. I’d grab a shower and then bury my dick so
far inside Rachel’s sweet cunt that she’d feel it for days. I
thought about the fuck we’d had in the van, it had been rough and
intense, and I’d come so hard that my dick was still tingling. That
had been a fucking sweet surprise, and there’d been no way I could
turn my woman down. She wanted my dick, I gave it to her no matter
where, no matter when.

Jesus, I was sporting a fucking hard-on by
the time I reached our door. I opened it slowly, thinking that
Rachel might still be sleeping, disappointed to find the bed empty.
Fuck, it was obvious that she’d slept there, she must be with
Maddie. I continued to the bathroom and took a quick hot shower,
hoping that by the time I was finished that she’d be back. I
toweled dry and walked naked through the doorway, and paused.

Thank fuck, she’d come back and was in bed,
covered up in the blankets. I let my hand drift down my body to my
dick, taking the half-erect muscle at the root. I ran my hand up
and down it a few times, squeezing it tightly in my fist. I
groaned, thinking how fucking tight Rachel’s wet pussy would hug it
and milk it dry.

I walked to the bed.

I didn’t care that my hair was still wet and
dripping.

All I could think about was crawling beneath
the covers, taking my woman by the hips, and ramming my dick home.
I used the liquid leaking from the head of my cock as a lubricant,
readying my flesh for the trip to fucking heaven. Not bothering to
pull the blankets aside, I made my way beneath the mound until I
came in contact with Rachel’s soft, warm nakedness. I might not
even make it to her cunt before coming all over her like a randy
teenager.

She moaned low when my hand found her ankle
and drifted up her leg, then between her thighs, with every
intention of testing her readiness for me, because once I got
inside her I wasn’t stopping until my nuts were empty. But then the
door to the room opened and I pulled my head from the blankets,
ready to blast the fucker who dared enter my room without knocking
first.

“Get the fuck out—” My gaze locked on to the
shocked look in Rachel’s eyes. “What the fuck?” I snarled, ripping
back the covers to expose Rita, laying there naked and laughing at
the stunned looks on our faces. I was boiling with instant rage,
and jumped from the bed. “Get out!” I snapped between my teeth. Her
laugh grated on my nerves, and in that moment I wanted to kill the
bitch.

“Doesn’t exactly look like you want me to
leave,” she had the nerve to say, her eyes lingering on my dripping
dick. “When I saw
her
leave--” Her gaze stabbed at a still
silent Rachel, who was frozen at the door. “I figured you’d have no
one to fuck the war and anger out of you like I know you like. I’ve
always waited for you in your bed, Stone, or did you forget that? I
know how you like to have your dick sucked, how you like to eat a
pussy out, and you were within seconds of sticking your fingers
inside me.”

That damn bitch! I knew she was going for the
shock factor when her fingers began to play with her clit. “Your
time at the clubhouse is done, Rita. Get. Out. Now.”

I could tell the bitch was going to drag this
out for as long as possible, especially now that she knew she was
out of the club. After tonight she had to go, something I should
have done when Rachel first came here. Rita had always been a
possessive whore, and once I’d cut her loose I should have fucking
known that she would do everything she could to cause problems. She
knew something I was only now figuring out—that I loved Rachel.

I fucking loved her.

It would be a miracle if this latest shit
with the naked sweetbutt in my bed didn’t form a permanent wedge
between Rachel and me, one that no amount of talking would fucking
bridge. Jesus, before I could even tell Rachel how I felt about her
I was going to lose her. Not because of the wild life I lived, or
the fucking threat of danger, the constant chaos, but because of
one whore who thought she wore my brand, and played dirty.

We were both naked, Christ, I still had a
fucking hard-on, but it was for Rachel, always for her. Could
things look any worse? The thought that I would lose something good
before I ever fucking had it made me want to destroy the woman
staring up at me with a smirk on her face. I felt my hands curl
into fists at my side, fighting the overpowering urge to wrap them
around her skanky neck until there was no more breath in her body.
She must have read my murderous thoughts, if the sudden pallor of
her face was any indication.

Good.

Finally Rita understood the seriousness of
her situation.

If I fucking lost Rachel over this, I was
going to end her.

RACHEL

I’d just gone to check on Maddie before
returning to Stone’s room, hoping eagerly that he’d finished
business and had come back and was waiting for me. Our fast,
impromptu fuck in the van had only whet my appetite for more, and I
wondered if I’d ever get enough of him. I was prepared to tell the
bad-ass biker how I felt about him, whether he wanted to hear it or
not. It wouldn’t change anything, but he needed to know.

And then I walked into this.

It took me a few minutes of watching the
scene play out in front of me before I realized that I was frozen
in the doorway. So many emotions rushed through me like a freight
train out of control. The look of genuine anger on Stone’s face
told me the truth, and a slow, blinding rage began to build inside
of me, hardening me. I loved this man, and here he was trying not
to kill the bitch that was doing her determined best to come
between us. Well, I was over it.

I was over her.

I stepped inside the room, purposely keeping
the door open. Stone’s gaze met mine as I slowly passed him and
made my way to our bed with a determined purpose that I’m sure he
recognized. The air was so thick with angst and distrust that you
could practically see it, and you could definitely feel it. I
focused my eyes on Rita, who’d moved into a semi-sitting position
against the pillows. She was there and she wasn’t moving, her
expression said to me.

So, what am I going to do about it?

“Didn’t my man just tell you to get the fuck
out?” I grated the words down into her face, at the same time
grabbing the hair at the top of her head. “Get your skanky, naked
ass out of our bed so I can burn it!” I yanked her hair hard, hard
enough to make her screech and reach for my hand.