Ox (The Devil’s Riders #5)

Chapter 6

SIX

Kayla

“Something is wrong. We gotta get out of the building,” Ox said, pulling me to my feet and fixing my clothes so I wasn’t a walking billboard sign for incredible sex.

A little bleary-eyed and still absorbing the aftershocks of my mind-altering orgasm, I nodded and followed him toward the front door. The fire trucks were there within minutes, checking over the entire complex. When everything was determined to be safe, we were let back into the building and Ox called his Brother Pipe to see if the computer genius could figure out what had actually happened. To my utter disbelief, the man was able to hack into the city’s internal system and see that an alarm had been tripped from the inside of the apartment complex.

When he got off the phone, Ox told me what he’d learned. Too frazzled to do anything but worry, I asked, “Do you think Ghost got inside somehow and pulled the alarm?”

Ox didn’t bother to sugarcoat his answer. “Could be, but we won’t know without definitive proof.”

I began to involuntarily shake. “It was him, Ox. I know it. It had to be. I’ve lived in this apartment for three years now and we’ve never been evacuated because of a tripped fire alarm before this. That’s not a coincidence.”

The powerful biker strode over to where I was standing and braced his bear-like palms on my shoulders. “We don’t know that, Kayla. What we do know is that I’m here and you’re safe. Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m around. You got that!”

Ox had said this same statement to me before. But I needed to hear it now just as much as I did then. Maybe even more.

Ox got another call from his Club after that and I went into the living room to give him some space. Taking a seat on the couch, I turned on the TV to get my mind off of Ghost and the possibility that he’d been so close. At some point, I must have dozed off after my adrenaline spike wore off. When I awoke, I was being lifted into warm, strong arms and carried somewhere.

It seemed like as soon as he set me into my bed, I fell back asleep. The next morning, I was groggy and tired despite how long I’d slept the night before. While getting ready for work, I drank an extra coffee to boost my energy. Because the weather had dropped and he didn’t want me to “catch a chill” riding on the back of his bike, Ox drove me in my car.

As soon as I walked into the restaurant, I could see things were pretty much dead. And, about two hours into my shift, my boss decided to cut one of us loose. I drew the short straw and was told to go home early.

Knowing Ox was off taking care of Club business, I really didn’t want to disturb him. As I completed my side work, I thought through my options. Not wanting to go back to my apartment, as I felt so vulnerable there, I decided to do some last minute Christmas shopping for my parents.

I had a moment of hesitation, but concluded there was no way Ghost could know about this totally spontaneous decision of mine. Besides, after the tripped fire alarm, I was probably safer in a public place than my own home at this point.

Ordering an Uber, I went to the mall and started to peruse what to get my parents for Christmas. They were both notoriously difficult to shop for, as they always claimed “they didn’t need anything at this stage of their life”.

My dad was a hunter, so I was looking through some racks of camo sweaters to find one in his size. As I sifted through the smalls, which seemed to be the only size left on this freaking rack, my mind drifted to what happened with Ox last night.

The memory alone gave me goosebumps and flushed my cheeks. Everything the man did was hot. From the way he looked, all bad-ass, tattooed biker, to the way he treated me like a queen. I’d never felt so safe, and turned on, in my life.

And the way he’d propped me up on the counter and talked dirty to me! I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it now. However, I wasn’t sure if the moment had had the same impact on Ox as it had on me. I mean, how could it? He probably saw me as just another lay. A way to pass the time until he went back to his Club and the women that entertained him there.

I wasn’t a fool. Maddy, who was dating Ox’s Club Brother German, had told me all about the women at the Club. About how they’d do everything, and I do mean everything, for the Brothers who lived there. One in particular had even tried to poach German. Luckily, Maddy’s man was loyal and wanted nothing to do with those types of women. All he cared about was Maddy.

But Ox and I were another story. We weren’t dating. I was no one to him. And, as much as I’d enjoyed what had nearly happened spread-eagled on my worn countertop, I needed to get the fantasy of us being together out of my head before I set myself up for major disappointment.

Not finding my father’s hoodie size, I moved on to another store to look for something for my mother. As I passed a coffee stand, I decided to grab myself a cup to enjoy while I shopped. Once in line, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. My skin began to prick with the innate fear we’re all born with, but have buried deep down in the most primitive place in our brains, to recognize danger before it was too late.

Glancing around, my eyes darted back and forth, searching for the source of my concern. Not seeing anything tangible, I decided I must still be anxious from last night.

“Can I help you?” the young barista asked me then, dragging me out of my thoughts.

Turning forward, I cleared my throat and placed my order. However, as I spoke, I couldn’t banish the sense that I was still being watched.

Ox

Corinth, California

The DiamondBacks’ Clubhouse was about an hour’s ride from Kayla’s apartment. My Brother German usually did the meet-and-greets with new Clubs, but since I was in the area, Reaper, my Club Prez, had asked me to stop in and take the temperature of the new MC.

The DiamondBacks had only formed five years back, but they were doing some big sales in the game of gun-running and so it was important to get to know our competition.

Pulling up to the gates, I let their Prospect know who I was. Once he waved me through, I parked outside and made my way toward the porch. The Club’s Roadmaster, Creed, met me at the front door.

“They weren’t kidding when they said you were a huge motherfucker,” Creed said, shaking his head with a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

My eyes scanned the man over before I smiled back. “I’m not sure I’m so big,” I returned with a grin of my own. “I think the rest of you bastards are just too small.”

Creed slapped me on the back and ushered me inside into their AV room. “Fair enough.”

The warmth of the air was a shock to my system after such a long ride in the cold. Unzipping my coat, I glanced around the room and noted all the expensive media equipment around. Multiple plasma, big screened TVs. State of the art speaker system. Leather couches. This Club might be new, but they were definitely making bank. Something I was going to report back to my Prez as soon as I was done here.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Creed asked, reaching into a stainless steel fridge packed with booze, beer, soda, and various other drinks.

Tipping my chin in his direction, I said, “I’ll have the same.”

Creed tossed me the bottle and I caught it in my right hand. “How was the ride over?”

“Brisk,” I said, tossing my leather coat onto the back of the couch.

A few Club girls strolled into the room as though they’d been waiting for my arrival. Which, if I was a betting man, they were.

“Can’t control the weather, but I can offer you something other than a beer to warm your blood if you’re interested,” he smirked, indicating the three blondes who were smiling back at me.

“Maybe later,” I said dismissively, knowing I wasn’t ever going to take him up on that offer. Like it or not, there was only one blonde on my mind these days. And her curvy body, big tits, and sweet brown eyes were all I could think about.

“Suit yourself,” Creed said, settling down on the couch while the gaggle of blondes circled around him. Two on either side of him, one on his lap.

I didn’t know this guy from a hole in the wall, but he was young, cocky, and clearly enjoying the fruits of Club life. Don’t get me wrong, I could appreciate that. I’d been in his exact position when I’d joined the Devil’s Riders over a decade back. But I had no interest in hanging around this Club for any longer than was necessary. Since Ghost kept rearing his ugly head wherever Kayla went, I hated to be far from her in case he suddenly popped back up and she needed me.

One of the blondes began massaging the crotch of Creed’s jeans while the other two began making out with each other. Again, I loved debauchery as much as the next guy. Hell, I probably loved it more. Tag teaming two women was my go-to move. But I didn’t want to watch the live porno version of just another Saturday night at my Clubhouse play out in front of me right now. I was here to get the details about the DiamondBacks’ operation and then get the fuck out. And if Creed was getting his dick wet, he wasn’t going to be interested in talking Club business. Which meant I’d be here longer than I liked.

Creed whispered something into the ear of one of the women and she rose off the couch and got me another beer. Handing it to me, she smiled and took a seat beside me.

Wanting to move this along, I cracked the beer and said, “From what I hear, and see, your Club is moving up in the world.”

Shrugging, Creed wrapped his arm around the blonde to the left of him. “We’re doing okay.”

“You do a lot of business up north?” I posed, curious if we were competing for the same markets.

“We actually do most of our sales down south,” he returned, letting me know Mexico was where they were earning the bulk of their wealth.

I wasn’t surprised. The cartels south of the border had an endless desire for weaponry of all kinds. Even if our Club was a hundred times the size it was now, we’d never be able to supply their voracious appetites. And a startup Club like the DiamondBacks would be like a drop of water in the whole ocean in regards to feeding that constant need.

The blonde to Creed’s right, unsatisfied with the attention he was showing to his other companion, unzipped his jeans and threaded her fingers through the opening slit.

Adjusting himself so she had better access to what lay within, Creed took a sip of his beer. “They sure do love their ARs down south. Can’t say I blame them. I enjoy them myself.”

Getting more ambitious, the blonde to his right began to pump his shaft and lick her lips at the thought of getting it between her greedy lips. The blonde sitting next to me grew bolder and began petting my leg.

“You serve in the military?” I asked, curious if he was like most of my Brothers, or if he was just fan boying over the military lifestyle.

“Nah,” Creed said, hitching in a breath when the blonde worked up the courage to swallow his dick down like she was in a hot dog eating contest. The second blonde, wanting in on the action, began kissing Creed’s neck while fondling his balls. “How ‘bout you?”

“Nope. Though half my damn Club came directly from the Marines,” I said with a snort.

The blonde next to me was practically in my lap at this point. Her hand was at the top of my thigh, kneading it in time to the girl sucking off Creed.

My dick had a mind of its own and began rising faster than the tides on a full moon. The sounds of the blonde sloppily sucking off Creed certainly weren’t causing it to go down any time soon. Plus, I hadn’t fucked since last week. Which, for a guy like me, who had access to pussy twenty-four-seven, felt like a goddamned eternity.

Christ, what I wouldn’t give to have Kayla here beside me now. I’d love to finish what we’d started in her kitchen last night. That tight as fuck cunt of hers was all I could think about since I slipped past her sleep shorts and finger-fucked her until she’d detonated around me like a dirty bomb.

My jeans grew so tight at the memory that I thought they might cut off the circulation of my dick. Creed looked over at me and smiled. “You sure Abby can’t help you out with that, Big Guy?”

My dick was rock hard and tenting my pants so aggressively now that Creed could apparently see it from across the room.

“I can’t stay long,” I cryptically stated, draining the remains of my beer before setting it on the glass table between us. “I’m in the middle of some Club business that requires my attention.”

“That’s okay, Abby can make it quick,” Creed insisted, threading his fingers into the second blonde’s hair so he could force her down on his crotch as well. “She sucks cock like a goddamned pro! Why don’t you give her a go and see for yourself?”

The two girls sitting on either side of him began taking turns blowing him fast and hard. At one point, they both greedily licked his shaft and balls like they were fighting over a fleshy lollipop with a delicious cream center.

“I can make it really good for you, Ox,” Abby tempted, her fingers caressing the ridge of my cock outlined along the strained denim.

I was so fucking tempted to let her do it. To drain the stress of the ride from my balls inside of the wet heat of her willing mouth. But, for some reason I couldn’t really explain, I was holding out.

Okay, I knew what the reason was. She was about five-two, had tits that filled my hands just right, and an ass most women dreamed of and most men jacked-off to. Unlike the majority of my adult life, I was going to force myself to wait for something I wanted. As trying as that might be to my cock, it would all be worth it in the end.

The women continued to fight over Creed’s johnson like two strays over a bone. Finally, he moaned and came like a geyser while they willingly lapped up each hot, salty drop. Abby, the Club girl beside me, was breathing hard as she raptly watched her friends get what they wanted. I could feel her staring at my dick, and me, but I ignored the hungry expression on her face as Creed did up his pants.

“Why don’t you ladies go find some of the other guys,” he said with a satisfied smile. “I’m sure they’d enjoy your company as much as I just did.”

I waited for the three women to leave before I spoke. “Club life is as good for you as it is for us, I see.”

Leaning back against the soft leather of the expensive couch, Creed grinned his trademark smile. “Sure is.”

“Seems rather quiet around here,” I noted, wondering where everyone else was. “Your boys on a run down south or something?”

“Some of them are,” Creed answered, not giving much away. “But there are some other Brothers around here, too. The top floor has a bunch of bedrooms where guys can stay permanently or just for the night. You want to meet them?”

“Sure,” I said, hoping that maybe they’d be more willing to talk business than their Roadmaster had been.

Taking out his phone, Creed shot off a few texts. “You want another beer while you wait? Maybe something to eat? I’m starving.”

After what I’d just seen, I’m sure he was. “I could eat.”

“All right then,” Creed said, rubbing his hands together. What are you in the mood for? Thai or Italian. Both restaurants are amazing and deliver.”

I’d never eaten Thai before, but I couldn’t imagine I’d dislike it. I wasn’t a food snob and enjoyed whatever I ate. “Dealer’s choice. I trust your judgment.”

Creed liked the sound of that. “Thai it is. You won’t regret it, Ox. The place is top tier.” Making the call, he began to order a feast while I checked my messages and missed calls.

Just as I was about to text my Prez, my Brother Pipe texted me an alert with an attachment. The text read, “I was able to tap into the security system at Kayla’s apartment and run facial recognition software on everyone coming and going from the complex. He’s there now, man. Call me as soon as you get this.

With mounting rage, I clicked on the attachment and watched as Ghost entered the back entrance of Kayla’s apartment building.

Getting to my feet fast, I startled Creed. “Cancel my order. I gotta go,” I quickly explained, willing myself to stay calm and not run the remaining distance to my bike.

“Are you leaving?” the man asked incredulously. “You just got here, man.”

“I’ll be back soon. Got Club business to handle right now. I’ll call you later,” I absently tossed over my shoulder, finding my way out of the house and over to my bike.

The only thing keeping me sane was knowing my girl was at work, safe, and out of the hands of that fucking psychopath as he broke in to her private sanctuary and did God knows what inside her apartment.

Ghost

The apartment was quiet and dark. Just how I liked it. The only thing missing was Kayla. She was still at the mall, shopping for Christmas gifts, so I knew my time was limited here. I was going to have to make the most of it while her fucking bodyguard was away and I had the place to myself.

Stalking through her kitchen, I poked through her drawers and looked through her fridge, finding nothing that interested me. Moving on to the bathroom, I breathed in the scent of her soap and body products. That familiar scent of hers caused my cock to lengthen and stiffen along my thigh. It was like she was so close, yet so far away. But I needed more. Another hit of her presence. I longed to be in the place she slept. The most intimate place of all. Her bedroom.

I knew instinctively which room it would be. Pressing open the door, my pulse began to race. My cock was throbbing now. I was so fucking excited it was like I’d done a bump, causing my heart to thud hard and fast in my chest.

Going straight for her closet, I ran my fingers through the clothes hanging there. A red, slinky dress caught my attention then. I imagined what my girl would look like in it, sprawled on top of the mattress waiting for me to rip it off her gorgeous body. Glancing down, I saw a basket of dirty laundry and smiled darkly.

Sifting through the basket, my fingers snagged on something lacy and delicate. A pair of her used panties. Lifting the scrap of black material to my nose, I sniffed long and deep. It smelled just like her lotion with a hint of her skin and sex. My dick gave a convulsive jump as the aroma filled my lungs. The inner animal inside of me swam to the surface and growled for more. I was taking these with me. A prize of sorts, until I could get my hands on the real, living, breathing, woman.

I knew what I had to do then. What Kayla required in order to understand who she belonged to. And what it would take for that fucking giant to realize he couldn’t keep me from her. I was going to mark the place she slept. Let her smell me, like I couldn’t wait to smell her.

Kneeling on her bed, I drew down the zipper of my jeans and my throbbing cock easily sprung free. My fingers wrapped around my thickness and my fist gave it a good choke. Precome seeped from the tip and I smoothed the fluid around the sensitive head until I was shivering for more. Reminding myself I didn’t have much time, I lifted her panties, closed my eyes, and inhaled. As I did, I imagined Kayla on her hands and knees in front of me.

The fantasy wasn’t gentle. I didn’t give her an ounce of leeway. My little princess had avoided me for too long. She needed to be punished for her defiance. To feel my wrath.

The first thing I was going to do was tie her hands behind her back. That way, she’d lose all control. All free will. Then I’d fuck her pretty little mouth until I was half way down her goddamned throat. When I saw the tears running down her pink cheeks, I’d toss her onto her stomach, ass in the air, knees spread wide, and make her take every inch of my cock until she was begging for it to end.

My breath began to saw through my chest as I crested toward my hurried orgasm. My hand worked my cock with brutal intensity, until what felt like liquid lava erupted from the tip, spraying the blankets and her pillow with my thick spunk.

Once I’d caught my breath, I cleaned myself off with a tissue from a box on her nightstand. Zipping myself back up, I tucked Kayla’s used panties into my back pocket for later when I could repeat this fantasy over in my mind’s eye at a slower, more teasing pace. Before I left her apartment, I left something else for her to find. Something I knew she’d spot as soon as she walked inside her bedroom door.

An empty Pepsi can. I placed it on her nightstand right next to my used tissue, knowing she’d immediately recognize it was mine. And then, bodyguard or not, she’d know she was mine now too.

Kayla

Laden down with packages, I awkwardly opened my door. The moment I stepped inside, I regretted leaving the safety of the mall. Something was off in here. I could feel it.

Setting my bags down, I hurriedly locked my door and tried not to panic. I’m sure I was just being silly. Nothing was wrong here. Glancing around my apartment, I couldn’t see anything amiss. It was just my anxiety taking control.

My skin began to prickle as I reached into the fridge for a bottle of water. Suddenly dehydrated, I chugged several sips before I felt strong enough to check out the rest of my apartment.

Stopping in the bathroom, I quickly assessed the space and didn’t see anything out of order. Next, I moved on to the bedroom. I’d shut this door before I left for work this morning. Now, it was open. Ox could have something to do with that. However, I highly doubted the man had entered my room without asking first.

Stepping over the threshold, my eyes scanned the room. That’s when I saw it. The can of Pepsi sitting on my nightstand.

Gasping, I covered my silent scream with my hand. Ghost had been in my apartment. There was no denying that fact now.

Approaching the can with caution like it might bite, I noticed crumpled tissues beside it that hadn’t been there before. Then I spotted the splotches of semi-dried liquid on my bed and pillow and nearly gagged when I realized what the foul man had done.

White and black spots popped behind my eyes and I grew dizzy. Afraid I’d pass out, I backed out of the room as fast as my feet could carry me.

Strong hands grasped my shoulders then and I began to scream. Ghost must have been hiding in my apartment all along and meant to end what he started so many months back. Fighting with all the strength I possessed, I lashed out and began to fight for my very life.