Demon, page 10
"Neither am I," Cole responded. "But we can't eliminate any possibilities because of what our guts are telling us." He paused for a second. "Like to think all our brothers are trustworthy."
So did I, but he had a good point. "You think we should focus on Bull?"
He shrugged. "We all have trackers on our bikes. Might not be a bad idea to find out where he disappears to." He looked over at Oz expectantly, because he would be the one to monitor it.
Sax snorted. "Why don't we just ask the brother?"
"Don't want to tip him off that something's wrong," LD explained. "What about club bitches?
"Shit, they've been with us long enough to have earned our trust, but money is a strong motivation."
I shook my head. "There's no fucking way I'm going to believe that one of them is responsible for the shit that went down that day. Not on their own, anyway. And don't forget, they were all hurt that day, could have been killed. I want to know who wasn't at the clubhouse that day."
Cole released a heavy breath. "I looked into that. Had to go back and examine the schedule for that day. The only ones not accounted for were Junior and Reid."
"Fuck—"
"Fuck is right, brother." Sax cut LD off. "My bet is on Junior."
I ran my hand over the whiskers covering my lower jaw, not ready to single him out. Junior had been born into the club, but he hadn't even been considered to take his father's spot as president. I had been as acting VP at the time, and since then he'd lost out on other positions as well. Too young, too inexperienced, too fucking immature to run the club. But was he pissed enough to sell out his own MC?
"Okay, we have three brothers on the table. Oz, I want you to start keeping a record of where they go when they leave the club. Phone records, too. Soon as anything pops up, you know what to do." I glanced at Sax." You continue to focus on finding a good location for our Vegas office, but keep your ears and eyes open while you're there." I shifted my eyes to Cole and LD. "You brothers keep an eye on activities around the clubhouse and the warehouse out back."
"So we're going to assume the traitor is either Bull, Junior, or Reid?" Oz asked.
I nodded. "It's a start." I ran my hand through the hair at the top of my head. Fuck, I hated this shit. "Until they're ruled out."
"Fuck, I hate this shit," Cole snarled, mirroring my thoughts.
I snorted. "It is what it is, brother." I glanced at Oz. "Get with your contact again and see if he's heard anything else that might tell us who we're looking for."
"Got it. You want me to find out where Reid and Junior were that day?"
"Already thought of that, but it was so long ago. Short of asking them, I don't see how we'd get that information."
"I'll see what I can do."
Sax's sigh drew my attention to him as he relaxed back against the sofa cushions. "Going to take Holly with me on my next Vegas trip. We need some time together away from the club."
"That going to be her punishment for disregarding my orders?"
He returned my smirk. "No, I've already taken care of that. Let's just say she's not sitting down much."
A sound erupted from Cole, his eyes filled with humor. "That's not punishment, man, that's foreplay."
We all laughed at that. "Take her, brother." I could understand an old lady who hadn’t been born into the MC needing a break from the danger and the chaos that came with club life.
And it was obvious that the two were having issues. The love between them was undeniable, but there was discontent lurking beneath the surface. Sometimes the tension between them was visible. If it did have something to do with Holly wanting a kid and Sax being adamant that he didn't, I wondered if that would eventually be a deal breaker.
Having kids wasn't something I'd given much thought to. I was too busy running the club. If Julia hadn't been lying about being pregnant, I'd have a grown kid by now. At the time I'd been fucking furious that she'd trapped me into marriage, but glad that there hadn't been a kid. At eighteen I hadn't been old enough for the responsibility of a family. Hell, I'd just finished a two-month program to work as a corrections officer, including two weeks training at the prison down in Florida that had hired me.
That had been long before I'd decided to live my life as an outlaw.
After I'd lost my fucking eye.
A lot had happened since then.
"Church in the morning?"
"Yep." I got up, signaling that we were done. "You brothers going to join the party downstairs?" The clubhouse was practically throbbing with the bass booming through the speakers below.
"Yeah, it's early, and our old ladies are here," Cole grinned.
"Nothing like booze and wild dancing to rock to get my dick hard," Sax joked.
"Don't want to hear about your dick, brother," I growled, walking with them to the door.
They preceded me out of my apartment. I closed the door behind me and followed them down the hall to the top of the stairs. I took in the scene below. A typical Friday night at the clubhouse. The brothers needed the outlet to let out steam at the end of the week, even though some of them put in weekend shifts. Not saying that they didn't drink during the week also, but Friday and Saturday nights were party nights, and the place was filled with hang arounds and other brothers from MC's that were friendly with us.
I was surprised as fuck to see Moody and Bailey at the bar. They had enough rug rats at home to keep them busy. Fuck, the first time around Bailey had given him triplets, and then another had followed. Who would have thought that all it would take to tame the nomad would be a tiny little redhead who'd brought him nothing but trouble in the beginning. It was good to see the relaxed contentment on his craggy features. For many years, after his first wife had committed suicide, taking their young son with her, he hadn't cared if he lived or died.
I made a beeline straight for them, noticing that Bailey was just as vibrant and beautiful as ever. Motherhood seemed to agree with her. She was smiling up at Moody, listening to something he said; when she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. Her smile grew wider and she mumbled something to Moody, who turned to look my way.
"Brother," I welcomed, offering my hand as I reached the bar. "Been a long time."
He pulled me in for a man-hug. "That it has, brother."
I stepped back, my eyes moving to Bailey. "Hi, sweetheart."
She stepped into my arms for a quick embrace.
"How have you been, Demon?" she asked, speaking over the music.
"Good. Busy." I shot a quick look at Joker. "Whiskey." He gave me a chin lift of acknowledgement, and I turned my attention back to Moody and Bailey. "So, how many kids you two up to now?" I grinned, leaning against the bar.
"Four." Moody shot his wife a wink. "We're shooting for one more."
I shook my head. "Fuck, brother, that's a lot of rug rats running around your place." I looked at Bailey. With her fresh, glowing beauty, you'd never guess that she was the mother of four. "How the fuck you doing it, sweetheart?"
"One day at a time," she smiles. "Moody has special talents, and Holly comes over a lot." I'd forgotten that she and Holly were best friends. "Speaking of which, I see her waving me over." Bailey gave Moody a brief kiss on the cheek. "You know where I'll be, honey."
As Bailey skipped off, Moody reached out and gave her ass a slap before she was out of range.
I took in a deep breath and released it noisily. "You got lucky with that one," I said with envy.
"I hit the fucking lottery, brother." Our gazes followed Bailey through the crowd until she reached the table of old ladies.
I did a double take. Bobbie was with them, laughing and drinking as if she were part of that particular circle. Christ, she looked good. She looked like she belonged. She was dressed to kill, too, in a little black leather dress that fit her curves like a second skin. The front laced up her tits, revealing tempting flashes of flesh between the laces. When she stood to scoot over and make room for Bailey my eyes fell to where the dress stopped at mid-thigh. I drank her in, imagining running my hands up her silken flesh to the hidden bounty between her legs.
Her pussy was calling me.
Clenching my jaw, I groaned low and pulled my eyes away. Sooner or later I was going to give in and take her, and God help her when I did. It wasn't going to be gentle. It wasn't going to be slow. I was going to go all beast on her and fuck her until neither one of us could move. I reached for the drink Joker had brought me and threw it back, willing my dick to behave, but it had thickened and began to throb behind my zipper.
"When you going to get an old lady, brother?"
Moody's deep voice pulled my attention back to him. I snorted when I realized that he was serious. "Fuck, that shit isn't for me. Been there, done that, remember?"
"Then what do you find so fascinating over at the old lady's table?"
My gaze darted back to the table to where Cole was giving Bailey a hug. I smirked, knowing that in the beginning Cole had been interested in Bailey. "Maybe you should be more worried about your own old lady, brother."
I heard Moody snarl as his eyes moved over to Cole and Bailey, and he slammed his drink down on the bar and rose from his stool. Laughing, I grabbed his arm, halting him in his steps. His burning gaze met mine. "Relax, brother. It's just a friendly hug."
The fierceness of his expression revealed how protective and territorial he was over his woman.
"Cole is the latest brother to fall."
A frown developed between Moody's eyes. Next time his eyes returned to the table, Cole was sitting with Raven on his lap. I felt the tension leave Moody as his big body relaxed beneath my hand. When I felt it safe to release him I uncurled my hand.
He sank back down onto his stool. "When did that happen?"
"A few months ago." I held up my empty glass when Joker glanced our way.
His eyes shot back to where Cole and Raven were sitting. "That little babysitting job he did for me?" Surprise was evident in his tone.
Moody had been asked to repay a favor, but with Bailey ready to pop out baby number four he'd asked Cole to deal with it. At the time it had seemed like a simple job. Give refuge to a woman who was hiding out from her disgruntled ex. Turned out that Raven had been lying. She'd really been a witness to a murder of another MC member, and the killers had been after her. A lot of shit had happened during those months, including the attack and destruction of our clubhouse, and the killing of our brothers.
"Yep. He fought it like they all do, but when the one comes along…" I shrugged, my eyes moving to Bobbie. Shit. Was that the reason I was so fucking afraid to take what I wanted?
Bobbie wasn't anything like my ex, Julia. She was tough, and not afraid to fight. There was an element about her that told me she wouldn't crumble at the first sign of shit going wrong. The way she'd dealt with her recent captivity and abuse had made that clear, but even knowing that, I was reluctant to drag her into my way of life. She'd been a club girl, but she'd left on her own accord. I was curious as to what had driven her away. We were good to our girls.
It was too late now anyway. According to Oz, she had a nice, quiet life in Pahrump, and I didn't want to interfere with that. But then the woman in question rose from the table and made her way to where people were dancing. She joined some of the old ladies on the floor and began to move her smoking hot body to Bon Jovi's I'll Be There For You. Her movements were slow and uninhibited; arousing in the way that she closed her eyes and ran her hands over her body. She was clearly lost in the music flowing through her, oblivious to her surroundings.
Bull moved up behind her and put his hands on her waist, bringing his body up against hers and moving to the music behind her. Bobbie opened her eyes and glanced up at him, at first with concern, and then acceptance when she saw that it was Bull. Fuck, I didn't like what I was seeing. My dick was hard for the woman, and she was practically dance-fucking with my brother. I watched them for a minute until I couldn't take it any longer.
Moody was sitting back on his stool, facing the activity on the floor, his eyes never straying far from Bailey.
"Got something to take care of, brother." That was all I said as I walked away from the bar with purpose.
My intention was to take Bull's place.
Didn't give a fuck if my brothers were about to witness me staking a claim.
Because I was going to claim Bobbie, if only for the night.
Chapter 13
Bobbie
Bull was a good dancer, following my movements as if we'd danced together a hundred times before. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying Bon Jovi, the party atmosphere, and just hanging out with friends. It kept my mind busy, and off the asshole who ran the MC. I knew that he was avoiding me, just as he had when I had lived there before, but that was just fine with me. Once I left this time I was going to make it my mission to move the fuck on. I was done giving the bastard my thoughts, my dreams, my heart.
Maybe I should start now, because the combination of the beat moving through my blood and the handsome man grinding behind me was making me hot. I knew it wasn’t just the beer that I'd consumed either. Sure, booze loosened me up, but I had needs and wants just like the next person, and now that I knew I hadn't gotten anything unpleasant from the bastards who'd raped me I could get on with my life.
Dr. Rodriguez's office had called me that morning to give me the news that I'd been waiting for. That had been a huge relief, and had brought on another crying jag. I got it all out, once and for all, angry at myself for giving into the weakness, but realizing that I'd needed to. People dealt with shit differently. For me, crying and breaking down when I was alone had always worked. I was certain that if Sandra hadn't taken her life she would have required years of therapy.
Bull's hands moved to my hips, bringing me back to the present. I smiled and let him rub his body against mine, only slightly surprised that he was sporting a hard-on. The Desert Rebels were a rowdy, sexual bunch of men, and when they weren't working their asses off they were drinking and fucking them off. Bull's hands slid around to my lower belly, and he held me against him tightly. Smiling, unafraid that he'd expect more from me than I was willing to give, I thrust my butt out and rocked it against his cock.
His low growl could be heard over the music. Or maybe I could hear it so well because he'd lowered his mouth closer to my ear. I felt his breath against me, brushing against my skin and moving the hair that fell on my neck. It caused goose bumps to rise on my flesh. I laughed softly, leaning my head back against his hard chest. I could feel Bull's defined muscles through his shirt. As his cock throbbed against my bottom my arms wound up and wrapped around his neck. He growled once more, taking my ear into his mouth and sucking on it lightly while his hands trailed fire up my ribcage toward my breasts.
I knew that I should stop him. I didn't want him to think that he was going to get into my pants. I opened my eyes and looked out at the couples dancing in front of me. They were all doing something similar to us. In fact, some were doing a whole lot more. Nothing unusual for a night at the clubhouse. I continued to move slowly against his body, not fighting the arousal that was snaking its way through my blood. In my mind I replaced Bull with the man I really wanted, and that turned out to be a big mistake.
I got soaked instantly.
I opened my eyes and glanced across the room, seeing Bull leaning against the wall, watching me with a cocky grin on his face. He saluted me with the beer in his hand. My eyes grew round.
What the hell?!
I gasped, realizing that Bull was not the man behind me, and turned my head until I could see who had their hands on me so intimately. Demon's craggy face came into view, dark and stamped with strong lust. He looked like a predatory animal about to come undone. My heart began to race. How the hell had they made the switch without alerting me, and what did this mean? A slow smirk spread across his sexy mouth as he continued to bump and grind against me. A challenge came into his eyes when his hands began to cup and squeeze my breasts.
Was he waiting for me to stop him?
My knees grew weak as his thumbs flicked across my sensitive nipples. I didn't know what Demon was playing at, but if he was doing this just to tease me and then walk away, I'd kill him. In all the time I'd known him he'd never once touched me with anything other than his eyes, and most of the time that had been enough to make me hot. But this? Did he have me confused with one of his club sluts?
"You do know who you have in your hands, right?" I couldn't help asking him with a little sass in my tone.
He snorted. "I fucking know." He surprised me by leaning forward and biting the side of my neck.
I moaned and closed my eyes, arching slightly so he had easier access. I couldn’t help it. "Well, what are you doing then?" I shivered as he continued to nibble and suck me into a shuddering mess. "You must be confused. I'm not Cherry." She was the club slut that I'd seen him with the most.
"Know who you are, Bobbie," he insisted with a growl into my ear. "Don't want Cherry."
We were still swaying lazily to the music. Excitement shot through me with the knowledge that it was Demon and not Bull who was rubbing up against me, turning me to mush, and stimulating all of my senses. It was Demon’s hard cock grinding against my ass as if he wanted to get off. Since his mouth continued to bite and suck the side of my neck, I was helpless to do anything but enjoy the feelings zinging through my wanton body. His hands were ringing moans from my throat as he massaged my breasts roughly and pinched my nipples into burning little nubs. Having his hands on me where I'd always wanted them seemed like a dream come true.
"Don't like seeing another man rubbing up against you Bobbie," he rasped, surprising me.
I laughed, barely recognizing the husky sound of his voice. "You've never cared before."
He stiffened slightly, but didn't say anything in response. The music stopped, and so did we. I was disappointed when Demon let me step away from him.
"Well, this was fun." I didn't know what else to say. I was turned on, but refused to let him see how much.
