Ox (The Devil’s Riders #5)

Chapter 10

TEN

Ox

I got a call early that next morning from Hawk, my VP. He needed me to stop in at a local MC to troubleshoot a supply chain issue we were having with some of the ammunition we were trafficking over the Canadian border.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, Kayla was out of bed and taking a shower. I’d wanted to wake her up by eating out her pussy and then stretching her wide with my cock, but I’d lost the opportunity. Which, to be fair to her tight hole, was probably for the best. Lord knows I’d used it all night long until the woman fell, in exhaustion, into a deep sleep.

Sore pussy or not, we were going to have to check off some of those fantasies I’d been having since meeting the woman. Up against the deck railing was definitely on the top of my to do list.

When Kayla came out of the bathroom, she was wrapped in a towel looking as beautiful as ever. “You up for a ride, Babe?” I asked, not liking the idea of leaving her behind in the woods by herself.

She quickly nodded. “Where to?”

“I gotta stop in at a local Club called the Mavericks. They got a chapter a couple hours’ ride from here and I need to talk to their Prez about something.”

Smiling big, Kayla said, “Let me just get dressed and I can be ready in twenty minutes.”

Damn, I loved a low maintenance girl who could go from the shower to the front door so quickly. “Sounds good. I’m just going to hop in the shower first.”

As much as I loved the smell of her pussy, I didn’t need the Mavericks smelling it on me. Bikers, although my people through and through, were a feral crew. Once they got a good look at my girl, like me, they’d definitely want more. And I’d have to kill any son of a bitch who was dumb enough to step in her direction.

Since it was past noon by the time we got on the road, we pulled through a drive thru for something to eat and some much needed caffeine. After last night’s marathon sexcapades, I was definitely going to have to fuel up. Especially since I planned on having another session as soon as we returned to the cabin.

After talking to Hawk this morning, we’d decided that it was best to stay at the cabin another night. There was no rush to get back to Nevada, and I wasn’t sure yet how long my business with the Mavericks would take to resolve. Besides, being alone with Kayla wasn’t exactly a hardship. If I had it my way, we’d stay the rest of the week until her pussy was so sore she begged for a break!

The closer we got to the Mavericks’ Clubhouse, the more nervous Kayla seemed to grow. “You know you’re safe with me, right, Babe?”

A look of guilt flashed across my girl’s beautiful face. “Of course. I just,” she paused, appearing conflicted about how to finish her statement.

“What is it? You can ask me whatever you want to know,” I told her, hoping to ease her obvious fears.

She shrugged. “Besides that party at the DiamondBacks’, I know nothing about Club life. I’m not sure how to act around bikers that aren’t, well, you,” she confessed.

I chuckled. “Babe, we’ve talked about this. It’s not like they’re royalty or anything. The rules are simple. Don’t talk to any guys without me. Don’t tell them anything about why you’re riding with me unless I give you the go-ahead to do it. Other than that, it’s pretty straightforward.”

Kayla bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Am I dressed okay?”

“I have no complaints,” I told her, heat smoldering in my eyes as I thought about all those beautiful curves I’d explored last night.

I sighed internally when my eyes roved over her buxom figure. This woman would surely be the death of me. She looked phenomenal and twice as edible as last night’s dessert. And that was some seriously delicious pie! Her lush curves couldn’t be hidden under that turtleneck sweater, and those leggings hugged her so snugly I could practically make out the shape of her perfect pussy. The Mavericks were going to want to know who she was to me, and if they could have a taste. She might not truly be my Old Lady, but I realized that it was only a matter of time before she was. As soon as this Ghost issue was cleared up, I’d claim her. Until then, I was going to guard her like a dog and his favorite bone.

We pulled into the Mavericks’ Clubhouse at half past one. The guard at the front station, a Prospect who looked bored as shit, greeted us and patched us through. As soon as we parked, the Mavericks’ Prez came out to greet us.

“How’s it going, Ox?” Hatchet called out, eyeing Kayla with interest as she hopped out of the lifted truck.

I couldn’t help but notice how her tits and ass jiggled as soon as her feet landed on the ground. And, as good as she looked, I’m sure no one else missed those points either.

“Why don’t you guys come inside? It turned colder than a witch’s tit out today and I was just grabbing some wood to start a fire,” Hatchet said, a bundle of dry kindling curled under his right arm.

Following the man inside, the Mavericks’ president dropped his pile of wood at the door and we shot the shit about the recent Clubhouse renovations. As we talked, Kayla glanced about, taking in the large space like a tourist on her first vacation.

When Geo, the Club VP trotted down the stairs, I noticed the man’s attention zoom right in on Kayla. In fact, I’d say the man was close to eye fucking her like she was the newest dancer at a titty club his MC owned.

Not missing a beat, Geo asked, “Who’s your pretty friend, Ox?”

Since Geo and I weren’t particularly close, I didn’t feel like answering him. However, in the interest that I didn’t have to start a rift between our two Clubs by decking the man in his stupid face, I said flatly, “She’s Property of Devil’s Riders.”

Geo grinned and looked Kayla up and down with unveiled interest. “You got a nickname, Property Girl?”

Kayla nervously wrung her hands together. “Um, usually my friends just call me Kayla.”

“He doesn’t need to know that, Babe,” I told her, my voice full of annoyance. “Geo ain’t going to be your friend.”

Tilting his head to the side as he finished assessing my girl’s rack, Geo shrugged. “I don’t know about that, Ox. I can be a mighty good friend to have.”

This shit head was just like my Brother Bishop. Too pretty for his own good and twice as cocky as any man had a right to be. However, the ladies seemed to love him, cocky behavior and all.

Hatchet slapped his VP on the back and said, “Stop busting Ox’s balls, Geo. He didn’t come here to fight. He came here to talk business.”

That sobered his VP right up. “Is there a problem I wasn’t aware of?”

I surreptitiously glanced at Kayla and said, “Yeah. We need to talk somewhere private and I’ll give you the overview of what Hawk told me this morning.”

Pulling out his phone, Hatchet shot off a quick text and said, “My Old Lady can get your girl a drink and show her around the Clubhouse while we talk.”

Kayla smiled at that, so I took it to mean she was okay with waiting for me while I talked shop.

It didn’t take long for Melany, Hatchet’s Old Lady, to come downstairs and introduce herself. Before she walked away, I snagged Kayla’s arm and pulled her in for a kiss that would have been illegal in all fifty states if done in public.

Slapping her ass for good measure before I let her go, I told her, “I won’t be long,” before facing her back toward Melany and giving her a little nudge in the older woman’s direction.

As soon as Melany and a dazed Kayla went to the kitchen to get a drink, I followed Geo and Hatchet into the Prez’s office to deal with business.

Kayla

Melany waited until we were out of earshot of the men before asking, “When did you and Ox get together? I didn’t even realize the big guy had a woman, let alone one he’s so clearly into. That kiss earlier? Girl, that man was definitely putting his stamp of ownership on you so Geo would back the hell off,” she said with a chuckle.

Not quite sure how to navigate this awkward situation, I decided to be a bit cryptic with my explanation. “It’s all new and kind of complicated. We’re still figuring it all out.”

Studying my closed expression, Melany nodded. “Yeah, being with a biker can sometimes be a bit complicated. But hang in there, girl. Ox is a real one. I’ve never seen him in a serious relationship before, which means he must really be into you. Has he asked you to be his Old Lady yet?”

I blushed, not knowing how to respond to that. “No, not yet.”

“He will,” she assured me. “I can tell. He has that look about him.”

My heart stilled for a moment, daring to hope for more between me and the powerful biker. “What look?”

“The one that says he wants to tear off your clothes whenever he looks at you, and that he wants to tear apart anyone who dares think the same,” Melany teased.

I hated to get my hopes up, but Melany wasn’t making that easy. In an attempt to get the spotlight off of me, I decided to redirect the conversation entirely. “Do you live at the Clubhouse? What’s that like?”

Melany scoffed. “No damn way I’m living in this rathole! I might be with a biker, but I have no intention of living with thirty of them. Plus, the constant parties and naked women would drive me insane.”

She definitely had a point there. My friend Maddy had said nearly the same thing about the Devil’s Riders’ Clubhouse.

Leading me to the kitchen, Melany explained her living situation as I followed close behind her. “Me and Hatchet have a house together a town over from here. We only stay at the Clubhouse when there’s a big party or business keeps him here late.”

That sounded a lot like Ox. I guess even the guys needed a break from Club life from time to time.

“I’ve only ever been to one MC party before,” I confessed then.

Melany was reaching into the fridge when I said this. She chuckled as she handed me a bottle of water. “Oh boy, you really are new to all this. I can see why Ox wants to keep you away from the other guys. You have an innocence about you that they’d just love to exploit.”

Blushing from her observation, I gratefully accepted the bottle of water. “I feel like a fish out of water when it comes to this world.”

Twisting off the cap, I took a swig from the cool plastic. It seemed like I couldn’t quench my thirst since last night. Just the thought of my wild night with Ox made my face flush four shades darker than it already was.

“If you and your man are interested, we’re all going over to a bar called Skids tonight. It’s not a club party, but it is a biker bar. Might as well pop your cherry on neutral territory like Skids,” Melany pragmatically explained.

I gave that some thought. Maybe Ox and I could go to Skids tonight and I could get a deeper understanding of what Club life would be like. See if I could hang with bikers for more than just a fun party and an evening of mind blowing sex.

“I’ll see what Ox says,” I returned, not wanting to overstep my place.

“I’m sure he’ll want to go. Whenever he stops in, the boys take him to Skids. Hatchet told me there’d be a few people from out of town there tonight he wanted him to meet, too,” Melany confidently spoke.

“Well, I’m game if he is,” I replied with an honest smile. “Any tips for my first time at a biker bar?”

Melany gave that a good think. “It’s a rough crew, so always keep your eye open for trouble. Also, you want to be firm with anyone that gives you shit. Bikers don’t respect weakness. Although, with Ox by your side, I doubt there’d be anyone stupid enough to bother you. The man’s an absolute savage when pushed too far.”

These were the exact pointers I was looking for when I’d talked with Ox earlier. “Got it. How should I dress?”

Giving me a quick once over, Melany tilted her head with a knowing smile. “That depends. You angling to make that biker your Old Man or not?”

I grinned back, liking the way she thought.

Ox’s meeting with the Mavericks lasted much longer than both of us expected. At some point, he texted and told me that it was going to be a while longer and that he hoped I wasn’t too bored hanging around the Clubhouse. On the contrary, Melany was a great hostess and I was enjoying her company a great deal.

After Ox’s text, Melany and I headed over to a nearby strip mall. Since I had nothing to wear for tonight, we decided to go and both do some shopping. Since my funds were pretty low, I wasn’t going to be able to get much. But I figured after everything I’d been through lately, I deserved a little treat.

Melany parked right outside a shop that sold mostly leather goods. I’d never been one for leather, outside of a nice jacket or pair of boots, but I was definitely curious to see what my options were. If there were ever a time to get a little daring, it was definitely while visiting a biker bar. I figured I needed to step out of my comfort zone and live a little.

“Hey Melany,” the woman at the counter greeted, as soon as we came through the door. “Looking for anything in particular today?”

Rocking her head in my direction, Melany said, “I’m always looking for something cute, but I’m really here for my friend, Kayla. She’s Ox’s girl, and we’re going to Skids tonight.”

The store clerk’s brow hiked. “Ox has a girl? That’s news to me. What are you looking for, sweetie?”

Glancing at Melany, I shrugged. “I’m not sure. I guess I just want to make a good impression. Step out of my comfort zone a bit.”

Melany and the clerk looked at each other with puckish, twin smiles. “I think we can manage that. I just got a shipment of miniskirts that would look killer on your figure. I hope you aren’t bothered by the cold?”