Demon, page 5
"Go ahead and watch, damn you," I hissed. I hoped his other eye fell out. Ignoring his rough chuckle, I quickly brought my sleep tee down over my head. It fell to my hips. I swung around and went to my closet for a pair of jeans.
"Do you have a pair of boots?" He hadn't moved from where he’d planted himself in my room, but I could feel his eyes on me.
"It hasn't been that long since I lived at the clubhouse," I said in a snarky tone. "Of course I have boots." I dug them out and went to the bed to slip them on, and then I looked up at him. "Should I pack a few things, or are you going to kill me right away?" I sassed.
He snorted. "I don't give a fuck what you do."
Bastard. I pulled out my carry bag from beneath my bed and stuffed a few shirts and jeans into it. Then I went to the bathroom to brush my long hair before braiding it. I knew from experience what a ride on a bike could do to long hair if it were left to hang freely.
Demon had followed me into the bathroom, and he stood watching me from the doorway. I tried to ignore him but it was hard knowing that his eyes were on me. I felt my nipples bead against my shirt, a tingling of awareness I didn't appreciate spreading over me.
It wasn't fair that my body was betraying me by responding to his silent scrutiny. I felt like I needed to say something to take my mind off what my body wanted. "You're going to be sorry when you find out that I'm innocent," I said with confidence. I turned slightly to look at him, slapping a hand on my hip.
"You're not innocent," Demon said with just as much confidence and in a tone that made me wonder if we were talking about the same thing. "You about done here?" he growled.
I pressed my lips and pushed past him. Since he hadn't moved I was forced to brush up against him, which didn't help soften my nipples any. I caught Demon's low growl as my breasts brushed against him. I resisted making eye contact, afraid that he'd see something in my eyes that I didn't want him to see. Maybe I was afraid, too, that there would be something reflected in his eyes.
I didn't bother asking why we couldn't wait and go in the morning. Demon did what he wanted. Grabbing my bag, I went to the door and waited. I didn't know what was holding him up until he finally appeared with my jacket hanging from his hands.
"You're going to need this for the ride." He held it out to me.
"You're such a gentleman," I smirked, taking it from him. "Worried about my catching a chill when you're planning on killing me?"
Without warning I found myself pushed up against the door, trapped inside Demon's arms when he flattened his palms against the wood. "I can do without your smartass remarks, Bobbie," he gritted through his teeth. "And if I were you, I'd be real fucking worried about my killing you. It's more of a possibility than you seem to think."
"I'm not a traitor," I insisted.
"We'll see." He pulled me roughly away from the door, enough to open it, and then we were slipping outside.
It was dark now, but the parking lot lights illuminated the whole area. I hadn't noticed any bikes when I'd first arrived home, and I didn't see one now. The reason soon became clear when Demon led me around the building to where his motorcycle was parked. He took my bag and stashed it into the saddlebag. I noticed that there was only one helmet.
He removed it and handed it to me. "Put this on."
"Yes, sir," I said smartly.
His head whipped back around to me, but he said nothing. As I buckled the strap beneath my chin, Demon mounted his huge Harley and started it up. I climbed on behind him, forced to wrap my arms around his torso in order to hold on. As we left the parking lot it hit me then that I'd never seen a woman on Demon's bike before, which probably explained why he only had one helmet.
I wondered how he felt about me being on the back of him.
I wondered what it would feel like being underneath him.
Chapter 6
Demon
I should never have denied myself the pleasure of fucking Bobbie in the past, because I was paying for it now. Having her behind me with her lush little body up against mine was fucking torture. All I could think about was stopping somewhere, turning around on my seat, and fucking her into tomorrow. My dick strained against my zipper with the thought of sinking inside her tight, wet pussy. Having seen her naked twice now was hell on my libido. I could have dived into her lush curves and not come out for a week.
No. Fuck that. Forever.
Knowing that was probably the reason I remained fucking hard during most of the ride back to the clubhouse.
No matter how much I wanted the bitch, I had to find out what her involvement was, if any, with the destruction of the clubhouse and the killing of my brothers. Oz's source indicated that someone from the inside had been the mastermind. Bobbie had insisted that it wasn't her, had even sounded convincing, but I'd learned a long time ago that trusting the word of a woman could lead to the downfall of a man.
Hadn't my ex trapped me with her lies?
I hadn't thought about Julia in a long time. Not since long before I'd signed the divorce papers and she'd gone off with that prick, Darrin Cylus. Christ, she could be the traitor for all I knew, but I quickly brushed that thought aside. She'd had plenty of times during our years together to bring trouble down upon the MC, but she hadn't seemed to care one way or the other about the club. I'd never given her any reason to hate us, and it was clear that hate was the driving force for whoever had betrayed us.
I kept a steady pace down the lonely stretch of road that cut through the Mohave Desert. In spite of it being night time, dry heat brushed against us in the twilight zone-like darkness. Bobbie's hands hadn't so much as twitched since she'd wrapped them around my body and linked them together. In the beginning of our ride she'd been stiff as a board, an indication that she wanted to be anywhere but on the back of my bike. But as our ride had continued she’d gradually relaxed, and now she was leaning her head against my shoulder.
I smirked. I didn't put women on the back of my bike, but I had to admit that the feel of Bobbie pulled up tight against me felt damned good. It would have felt even better if her hands shifted down to play with my dick, but I had a feeling she wouldn't be receptive to that suggestion. When she'd been one of the girl's at the clubhouse she'd done nothing but glare at me and keep her distance, something I'd been thankful for, considering how fucking badly I'd wanted her.
As the president of my club, I could have had her any time I'd wanted, and more than once I'd come close to saying “to hell with it” and taken her to my room. Thank fuck I'd come to my senses and resisted my urges by taking one of the other girls instead. Them I could fuck and send on their way without a second thought. I knew that if I ever gave in to my cravings for Bobbie, I'd have a hard time forgetting her.
I'd watched as my brothers, one by one had found their women, but I wanted no part of that.
I felt a light tapping just above my belt. Yeah, baby, just a little lower, I thought to myself, willing her hand to slip, and give me relief.
"I have to pee!"
Fuck. My mouth turned down as I pulled over. "Make it quick," I said without turning. I felt her hesitation. "What's the problem, Bobbie?"
"Out here?"
I looked around at our stark surroundings. "I can't produce a toilet at will, woman. Yes, out here."
"It's dark, asshole."
Her sass made me grin. "So?" What did she want from me? "Look around you. You see any towns? Rest stops?"
"What if there are snakes?" she huffed.
Since we were in the desert that was a good possibility. "If you can't hold it this is the best I can do." I was beginning to lose patience. "Just watch where you squat."
She hesitated a moment longer before releasing a harsh breath and using me to balance herself while she got off my bike. "Do you think you could at least flash a light around the area before I ’squat’?” she bitched.
I snorted. "If something bites you on the ass your sass will kill it first." It was a good idea to check the area, though. I pulled my phone out and scanned the ground nearest us. "No creepy crawlies. Your ass is safe." I put my phone away and crossed my arms.
"Fuck you, Demon," she huffed. "Maybe I'll get lucky and something will bite you."
I heard the sound of her lowering her zipper, and then a subtle sound followed that couldn't be disguised. A minute later Bobbie was using my shoulder as she climbed back on the bike behind me.
"Do I need to check your ass for bites?"
"You wish," she hissed.
I barely gave her enough time to wrap those arms around me again before I spun the tires and took off. No more stops, and we made good time. I saw the lights to the clubhouse long before we pulled up to the gate. It was like a beacon in the sky. One of the new prospects, Joker, was manning the gate, and once I got close enough for him to recognize that it was me, he opened it and I rode on through. I didn't stop until I'd pulled up close to the building and backed in to my usual spot.
I turned my bike off, ready to head inside for a drink to unwind. Used to be I'd grab a bottle and a couple of whores and take them to my room for most of the night, but I hadn't fucked any of the club women since Bobbie had left. They didn't do it for me anymore. Fuck, they hadn't done anything for me since I'd looked into Bobbie's baby blues the first day she'd walked through the clubhouse door, and I’d felt a connection that went beyond simple animal attraction and lust.
The feeling had freaked me the fuck out.
It was clear the feeling hadn't gone away, either.
Bobbie dismounted without being told to, and removed her helmet as I brought my leg over the seat. I reached for my pack of smokes, tapping one out and putting it between my lips, looking forward to the sweet hit of nicotine as I sucked in a lungful of smoke. Squinting at Bobbie between the smoke that drifted up in front of my face, I held the pack out to her.
She shook her head. "I gave up that nasty habit," she smirked.
I took another drag, a smirk curling on my own lips. "To be replaced with the nastier one of sucking the dicks of our enemies."
The slight humor in her eyes vanished into chips of blue ice. "Fuck you, Demon. You're determined to think the worst, that's your problem. You think the bruises on my face came from rough sex?"
She had a good point, and maybe she was right and I did want to think the worst of her because it was easier than thinking that she'd been taken against her will and raped. My thoughts drifted back to the other two women that we’d found with Bobbie, my mind halting on the young girl who'd committed suicide. Even in the state we'd found her it had been clear that she'd been an innocent and that something traumatic had happened to her. The cages that we’d found confirmed that someone had been held prisoner there, but that didn't mean shit where Bobbie was concerned.
Maybe I was a little too eager to believe the worst because I had a traitor to find, and her actions conveniently put her at the top of the list.
Bobbie opened my saddle bag and removed her bag, spinning around to leave as if she knew where the fuck she was going. She hadn't been in the new clubhouse before.
"Where the fuck you going?" I growled.
She halted and looked back at me. "I assumed you'd want me to stay with the other girls?"
"Hell fucking no," I snarled, taking a last drag of my smoke and flicking it away. "I want you under lock and key until I know for sure what's going on."
She rolled her eyes and huffed.
"I don't want you sucking and fucking your way out of here."
"Why not?" Her words were short and clipped, revealing her anger. "Don't trust your brothers?"
"I trust my brothers." I stepped forward and reached for her arm. "But I don’t trust little bitches who spread their legs for anyone with a dick."
She surprised me with a laugh. "Anyone but you."
I clenched my teeth, resisting the urge to rectify that. I pulled her behind me with the intention of throwing her ass into the windowless room at the back of the kitchen that doubled as a storage room. I wanted her close, and the hidden cell at the back of the warehouse was too far away. It wasn't a party night, so it was quiet as hell. As I reached for the doorknob it turned from the inside and the door opened.
A surprised look flashed across Junior's face when his eyes landed on me. "You're back, Prez," he said, stating the obvious. There always seemed to be some level of tension between us since I'd taken over as president when his old man, Killer, had died. Junior had thought the spot would go to him.
His gaze moved on to Bobbie, his expression turning lecherous as he took her in from top to bottom. "Hey, baby! Thought you were gone for good."
I didn't give her a chance to respond. "Where you off to?"
He pulled a joint out of his top pocket. "For a smoke, since smoking's been banned inside because of the preggoes."
He was referring to Oz and Reid's old ladies, JoJo and Ellie, both of whom were expecting. They weren't the only old ladies who were pregnant, but they hung out at the club more often than the others did. It was just like Junior to omit the fact that we'd voted to keep the new clubhouse smoke-free to cut down on the toxic atmosphere. It didn’t hurt the brothers to step outside when they wanted to light up.
"I wouldn't mind a hit of that," Bobbie said lightly. "Considering the last two weeks I've had."
I snorted and dragged her ass inside before Junior could oblige her. It was quiet for a change. Only a couple of the tables were occupied by brothers, who were being entertained by two of our club sluts, Cherry and Lulu. The men looked up when I came in and acknowledged me with chin lifts before returning to the women. Another one of our new prospects, Snake, was behind the bar, wiping shit down. My eyes lit on the only brother sitting at the bar. LD was staring into a glass of whiskey. It appeared he'd been at it for a while. The brother had demons, and it looked like tonight they were winning. I caught Snake's eye and motioned him over.
"Yeah, Prez?" The eagerness to please was in his young voice. They all sounded like that when we first took them on as prospects--excited to be involved in the MC at any level, eager to work and show their loyalty, eager to be belong to something bigger than they were.
"Lock Bobbie up in one of the empty rooms." I handed her off to him with the intention of getting a drink and heading up to my own room.
With a huff she pulled her arm away from Snake, shooting me a glare. "I can walk on my own."
She was going to fight me to the very end. Any other time and I would have appreciated, even welcomed her spirit, but I was fucking tired and not in the mood for her attitude.
Snake looked to me for direction. My first instinct was to take her ass to a room myself and leave her with a piece of my mind. I gave him a nod instead, indicating the direction of the stairs that led up to the rooms. I made sure Bobbie followed him before I took the last few steps to stand behind the bar. I reached for the bottle of tequila and poured myself a shot, cutting my eyes to LD as I threw it back.
I set the glass down to refill it. "You good, brother?"
He looked up at me with lifeless eyes, his expression carved in stone. "Fucking good, Prez."
I nodded, accepting his answer even though it was clear that he was far from good. I brought my glass up to my lips, hesitating. "Sax and Cole make it back okay?" I knew they had, but I wanted to make sure that LD knew what the fuck was going on when I was gone. So far he hadn't disappointed me as my VP, but I knew the brother had a dark soul and tended to keep to himself.
"Yep. Rode in yesterday." He'd been slashed across the throat during a fight once and now had that perpetual raspy sounding voice. Some of the ladies found it sexy as fuck.
I nodded, satisfied. "Spread the word, church at nine in the morning."
"Will do."
I set my empty glass down on the bar and pivoted toward the stairs, thoughts about getting back to Crystal's Palace and Annabelle flickering through my mind. With the shit going on now it was possible that I wouldn’t make it there any time soon. At least she was on the mend and I knew that she was being taken care of. Once she was well enough to travel I planned to bring her back with me, but that was weeks, maybe months away, depending on how hard she fought her recovery.
I reached my apartment, shucked my clothes, and lay down on the bed with a heavy sigh. I was fucking tired, and it was already tomorrow. I wondered if Bobbie was asleep, or if she was sitting there stewing over her situation. I kind of hoped that she was the traitor so we could deal with her ass and move on, but I didn't think it was going to be that easy.
I did know one thing, though--she was going to be a problem.
Chapter 7
Bobbie
I'd slept in my clothes, too tired to do anything but fall upon the bed after Snake had dropped me off in my room and locked me in. I had to be in the world's smallest room. Four walls, no closet or bathroom, a single bed tucked up against the wall, a chest of drawers on the opposite wall, and one tiny window. Not too tiny that I couldn't crawl out of it, though. And then what? Walk my ass through the desert all the way back to Pahrump?
Running away again would only convince Demon that I was the traitor he was looking for.
I put my feet on the floor and stretched, moaning loudly at the soreness of the muscles I'd engaged in order to stay on Demon's bike during our ride the night before. I hadn't been on a bike in months, not since I'd left the club. As I rose to my feet, two things hit me at once--I was hungry, and I had to pee. Really badly. I hopped my way to the door and turned the knob even though I knew that it was locked.
I pounded on the door. "I have to go to the bathroom! Someone open the door!"
"Cross your legs," I heard someone snicker from the other side.
The humor I detected in their tone only angered me. "Asshole!" I hit the door with my fist. "I'm a tiny, little woman, what do you think I'm going to do? Overpower you?"
