Bishop: A Dark MC Romance (The Devil's Riders Book 3)

Chapter 14

Evie

Matty kicked open the door to the locker room, setting me on my feet in front of one of the sinks. He didn’t give me a chance to speak. Instead, he literally attacked my mouth with his.

Our tongues warred with one another before I pulled back and held my hand against his chest. I had to tell him something. And if I didn’t say it now, I was going to chicken out and never be able to tell him.

“I love you,” I confessed, needing him to hear it as we looked deep into one another’s eyes.

I’d been afraid to love him because of the way I’d grown up. But, after tonight, I wasn’t living in fear anymore. I was taking what I wanted, when I wanted it, and never looking back.

Matty cupped my head with the palm of his hand and said, “I love you, too, Evie. You’re everything I could have ever hoped for and never deserved.”

My heart bloomed at his words. Feeling as though I couldn’t wait for one more second to have him inside of me, we crashed back into one another like turbulent waves onto the shore. Our lips slanted over one another’s mouths with a desperation that could only be quenched by physical contact.

Matty suddenly spun me about and I braced my hands against the porcelain of the sink. His fingers found my waistband and tugged it down below my ass.

Spreading my legs for him, I caught his aqua eyes in the mirror and begged him to, “Fuck me hard.”

Matty obliged, tugging down his shorts and kicking apart my thighs even further. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed it onto the head of his cock and pressed it against my tight slit before slamming himself inside.

Pumping so forcefully that I had to counteract his thrust with an outstretched hand against the mirror, Matty grunted behind me. “Fuck, you’re already so wet, Babe! Your pussy loves swallowing my cock. I think she also likes watching me fight.”

“It’s all yours, Babe,” I told him, reaching between our legs and fondling his balls between my fingers. “Get her as dirty as you want.”

Slapping my ass hard, he said, “Yeah, you want me to come inside of you?”

“Yes!” I growled, pushing back against him with equal force.

“Then show me how bad you want my come by coating my dick with yours first!” he challenged.

Between the dirty talk, his spanking, and the speed of his thrusts, I was almost there. Reaching for my clit now, I began to roughly work the overstimulated bud with my slippery fingers.

“I’m almost there,” I told him, my muscles feeling like they were drawn tighter than a bow string.

“Does my dirty girl need another spanking to come?” he questioned, his strong fingers biting into my hips as he pounded away inside of me.

“Yes,” I mewed in response, driving my hips backward against him and relishing the sloppy, wet sound we made together.

Matty accommodated my desire by giving me several more hard spanks in a row. “I want to watch you come in the mirror, Babe. I need to feel you squeezing my dick with that greedy little pussy of yours.”

Edging toward the finish line, I begged, “Again, Matty. Spank me again.” And he did. Over and over again.

That’s all it took. I rocketed into space. My cries of passion caused his thrusts to become even more demanding and furious as my walls spasmed against his rock-hard shaft.

Tossing his head back, Matty roared as he unleashed a tidal wave of hot seed into my spasming channel. Closing my legs, I trapped both his cock and come inside of me, causing the most delicious sensation to creep up my spine as the waves of euphoria moved to every cell of my body.

Matty shook from head to toe, before he pumped one final time into my core. Panting, we both stayed there for a moment, catching our breath as we floated back down to earth.

Pulling out of me, Matty grabbed a hunk of paper towel and wet it under the tap. Gently, he cleaned between my legs and tossed it into the trash before doing the same to himself.

Feeling boneless, I tugged up my shorts and dragged them into place. When I turned, Matty was already dressed and laced his arms around my neck.

“So I guess you liked my surprise for you,” he teased, kissing first my forehead and then my lips.

It took me a second to realize what he meant. “Your tattoo!” I laughed, throwing my arms around his waist and squeezing. “I love it almost as much as I love you.”

“Good. Otherwise, it would be a total bitch to remove,” Matty teased, softly batting his nose against mine.

There was a sharp knock at the door of the locker room then. Hawk’s booming voice called out, “All right, Champ. Get your clothes on and get out here. Your fans want to see you.”

“That man is forever interrupting us,” Matty jested in reference to the night of his prison release party, as he lazily gave me another kiss.

Together, we walked out hand in hand, and immediately Matty was swamped with people who wanted to congratulate him on an amazing fight.

Stepping back so he could take pictures and sign kids” autograph books, I watched from afar, thinking how good he looked with those tiny adoring fans.

The three drinks I had before Matty’s fight suddenly kicked in then and I decided to head to the bathroom. After attending to my needs, I stepped out of the women’s restroom when a shrill sound wailed above me. The fire alarm was going off.

Bomb popped out of the men’s room at nearly the same time. Looking around the crowd, he said, “Evie, you okay?”

Nodding, I looked about for my friends. When I didn’t see anyone, I asked, “What’s going on? Do you think it’s real?”

“I don’t know. Could be real, could just be some kid having fun. Either way, we have to go outside,” Bomb answered. “Come on, I’ll take you with me.”

He was right. False alarm or not, the building would be cleared to make sure everyone was safe to return. Bomb grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the back entrance of the building. I thought that was strange, but I guess it was closer than the front and so probably the best choice to exit out of during an emergency.

However, as soon as we were through the back door, I realized this was never about my safety and there was no fire. Someone had pulled the alarm. But it wasn’t a kid.

“Hey there, Evie,” Maze greeted me with a feral smile. “Good to see you again, Babe. Did you miss me?”

My voice caught in my throat. My eyes shot wildly up to Bomb who was just standing there, not reacting.

“You got my money?” Bomb demanded, his hold on me becoming less protective, and more aggressive by the second.

Maze gave one of his men a head nod, and a black gym bag got tossed at Bomb’s feet.

My captor leaned down, picked it up, and hefted the contents. “It better all be there,” he warned.

“Now why would I fuck over a future Brother?” Maze spoke, smiling like the crazy man he was. “It’s exactly what we discussed. Right down to the last penny.”

Snapping out of my shock, I realized I had to fight back now, or forever regret my cowardice. Jerking hard to the right, I managed to break free from Bomb. Unfortunately, he was too fast and snagged my hair before I could shoot back into the building.

“A deals a deal,” Bomb returned, launching me in Maze’s direction.

Tripping on my own two feet, I nearly hit the ground but the President of the Watchmen caught me before I could. Pulling me into his arms, he knotted his hands in my hair giving it a hearty whiff. “Love the way you smell, Babe. Can’t wait for my sheets to smell like you in the morning after I fuck you all night long.”

My eyes traveled desperately back to my only exit, but it was already closed, and Bomb was long gone.

“Prez, we need to get out of here before someone comes looking for the bitch,” a man whose patch read, Scratch, said then.

“Come on, little Evie,” Maze told me. “I want to show you around my Clubhouse. We’ll start with my bedroom. It’ll be your new favorite place, I promise.”

It was now or never. I had to act fast or be subjected to God knows what depravities at the Watchmen’s compound. As we neared Maze’s bike, I realized what I had to do. When we were only about a foot away, I raised mine and slammed it as hard as I could to destabilize the hulking metal beast.

The bike was heavy, but because it was propped in the opposite direction, my kick threatened to topple it. As I’d predicted, Maze instinctively dropped my arm to stop his beloved ride from slamming headlong into the pavement.

As soon as he let go of my arm, I bolted in the opposite direction. I heard swearing behind me as Maze tried to right his bike and scramble after me simultaneously.

In a footrace with these powerful men, I’d be a loser every day of the week. Lucky for me, a group of uniformed police officers picked that exact moment to sweep around the building to check out any issues that could potentially be related to the fire alarm.

When they saw me racing toward them like a bat of Hell, it caught their attention. As I got closer, I heard one of them say, “Who is that?”

Running straight for them, I waved my arms in the international sign for help. The cops moved faster then, calling out to me, “Is everything okay?”

Glancing back, I saw that the arrival of the police officers had stopped the bikers from chasing me. Hastily getting back to their rides, they started their collective engines, blocking out any of the voices of concern surrounding me. Maze was the last to mount his bike. As he revved it to life, he watched me, a look of pure malice painted across his ruddy face as he sped away.

Someone grabbed my arm then and I jumped. When I glanced back to see who it was, I realized it was the officer who had helped me in the parking lot a few days ago.

“I said are you okay, Ms. Wild?” he repeated, holding me as I began to violently shake.

Looking around, I saw that five sets of eyes were focusing on me, hard. Gathering myself together, I took a deep breath and said, “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. I’m just looking for my friends.”

I could tell that exactly no one believed my words. Least of which, the officer holding my arm.

“Do you remember me?” he prompted. “We met the other day.” He pointed to the embroidery on his name tag where the name Carmicheal was stitched.

“Yes, I remember you,” I forced myself to reply, adding a bit more animation to my voice so I didn’t sound as scared as I felt. “You work over at the seventh district.”

Carmicheal frowned. “Ms. Wood, you know you can tell us whatever you need to. We’re not your enemy. Despite what your boyfriend’s Club might have told you, we only want to help.”

I heard someone shout my name then, and I looked over Carmichael’s shoulder. It was Matty, followed closely by German and Ox.

“I’m over here,” I shouted, desperate to throw myself into my man’s arms for safety and comfort.

Matty sprinted in my direction, and I felt something being slipped discreetly into my hand. “Here. Take this. It’s my card. You might not want to talk today, but just in case you change your mind.”

I tucked the card into the waistband of my shorts as Matty approached, scooping me into his arms. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

My smile was false but wide when I told him, “The alarm went off when I was in the bathroom and the nearest exit took me around the back of the building.”

Matty studied my face and knew I was lying. “Come on, we’re leaving,” he said, shooting the officers an icy stare.

Tossing his arm around my shoulders, I knew he could feel my shaking. A tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly swiped it away with the back of my hand.

Waiting until we were far enough from the watchful group of cops to speak freely, Matty said, “Now tell me what really happened?”

I stopped and looked him directly in the eye. “You’re going to want Reaper to hear this.”

My heart thudded anxiously in my chest as I thought about their Club Brother’s betrayal, and how I was going to have to be the unfortunate one to reveal it to them.