BULLET: Lords of Carnage MC Page 9

  “Angel, brother,” he yells with a wolfish grin. “What the fuck took you so long?”

  “There any booze left for us?” Angel cracks back. The two presidents approach each other and clap one another on the back.

  “Shit, yeah,” Axel laughs, looking around at the rest of us. “But you better get moving. My men have been goin’ at it for a while. You snooze, you lose.”

  “Hey, stranger,” coos a soft, feminine voice beside me. I turn to see one of the club girls, a hot as sin redhead I remember spending some quality time with last time I was here.

  “Hey, there, darlin’,” I smirk as she drapes herself across me, casting about in my head for her name.

  “It’s Ginger,” she pouts, reading my thoughts.

  “Looks like you’re already jumping right in, brother,” Tank grins. “I’ll leave you to it.” He, Striker, Hale, and the others head off to join the crowd. Angel and Beast go with Axel, no doubt to talk business before they start to party in earnest.

  “It’s been too long, baby,” Ginger whispers breathily in my ear as she clings to me. “I missed you. Nobody fucks like you, you know that? Nobody.”

  In spite of myself, I’m irritated. My cock isn’t in complete agreement with me on that — like I said, this chick is hot as sin — but even so. I can’t pretend my cock couldn’t use some servicing tonight, especially because I’ve been fighting blue balls ever since my date with Six got blown out of the water. But Ginger just isn’t doing it for me right now. I know without even trying that if I take her down the hall into one of the guest apartments, I wouldn’t be able to help comparing her to the girl I just left back in Tanner Springs. Shit, if I was there right now, I’d be getting ready to give her orgasm number six — and probably trying for seven and eight.

  “Nah, not today, darlin’. There’s plenty of other men who’d play, though. Go find one of them.”

  But Ginger ain’t so easily deterred. She looks down and mistakes the swell in my jeans for enthusiasm. She licks her lips, her pout turning into a grin of triumph. “That’s right, baby,” she coaxes, reaching down to cup my growing erection. “See? You know you want to!”

  For fuck’s sake. I know from experience that she’ll do whatever the fuck I want her to in bed, but I just ain’t in the mood for this shit. “Goddamnit,” I growl, grabbing her hand. “I ain’t that hard up. Go find someone else to grope.”

  Her eyes flash. “You didn’t think you were hard up the last time we made it!” she spits.

  “Any port in a storm, darlin’,” I drawl. “But right now, there ain’t no storm. Piss off.”

  Letting out a little growl like a pissed-off alley cat, Ginger spins on her high heels and stalks away, steam practically coming out of her ears. She passes the rest of the night climbing all over my other brothers and shooting me dirty looks, trying to get me jealous. But I don’t give a fuck — they can have her. Hell, most of them probably have already. Good luck to her, and to them.

  As for me, I head over to a group of men clustered around two Ironwood brothers engaged in a drunken wrestling match. It’s fight night at the clubhouse, and this is as good a distraction as anything else. I spend the next few hours trading shots with the men, placing bets on who’s gonna win the next fight. It’s a perfectly decent way to drown my sexual frustrations — trying not to think about the hellhound tattoo with a heart-shaped pupil on my torso, and the golden-haired Mystery Girl with flashing blue eyes who put it there.

  13

  Bullet

  The next morning, I come to on a raggedy-ass couch with springs sticking into my back. I don’t remember getting here, and judging from how I feel, I’ve had a lot more booze than I have sleep. Around me, other Lords are waking up. Some of them are in better shape than me, some worse.

  “Jesus fuck,” I complain to an Ironwood brother named Rogue. “You assholes need to spend some money on some new furniture.”

  He grunts in agreement and chuckles. “That’s what the booze is for, brother. You drink enough, your head hurts worse than your back in the morning.”

  “Ain’t that the truth.” I wince as I sit up. “I don’t know if there’s that much whiskey in the world.”

  The club girls who are still around are busy cleaning up and making us breakfast. Normally, I’d grab myself a red beer — my hair of the dog of choice after a night of drinking — but the run this morning has me taking a more sober approach. I slowly wake up with a cup of black coffee, sitting outside as the morning warms into what promises to be a hot and sticky motherfucker of a day. My dreams are blurry, but I remember Six was in some of them. I’m trying to remember what happened when Angel comes outside and sits down beside me.

  “We’ll be heading out pretty soon,” he grunts. “We got a few hours’ drive ahead of us to get to the meet-up.”

  I grunt back. “I’ll be ready.”

  “You good?” Angel asks. “You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet since we got here. ‘Course,” he chuckles. “I shouldn’t be looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

  I snort. “Yeah. I’m good. Just… this run kinda interrupted something I was in the middle of last night.”

  “In the middle of, or inside of?” Angel smirks.

  I laugh. “Fixin’ to be inside of.”

  Angel gives a single nod. “Huh. I saw you brushing off that redhead last night. I was wondering what that was about. You ain’t in the habit of turning that shit down, brother.”

  “Not all tail is created equal, I guess,” I mutter.

  Angel chuckles. “Don’t I know it. Well, don’t let yourself get distracted today. This should be a routine run, but you never know.”

  “Don’t worry, boss. I’m good.”

  He nods. “Okay, then.” Standing, he claps me on the back. “I’m gonna head back in. Be ready to go in thirty.”

  Four hours down, and another four hours back. Everything goes as planned, with no problems. We meet with our contacts, load up the gun shipment, and arrive back to Ironwood around early dinnertime. When we get back, the Lords are in the kind of good mood that comes from a successful run. I can tell there’s another epic party brewing to rival last night’s. But instead of looking forward to it, I’m feeling antsy.

  Angel is inside the clubhouse with Axel and their two VPs, Beast and Rourke, bottles of beer in hand. I go over and pull him aside.

  “Hey, I think I’m gonna head back to Tanner Springs, if you don’t need me anymore tonight.”

  Angel cuts me a look. “You going back to take care of unfinished business?” I nod. “All right, then. See you back there. Don’t forget we got church tomorrow.”

  I lift my chin at him and slip out, before I can get any grief from the other brothers. An hour and a half later, I cross the city limits into Tanner Springs. It’s only then that I realize Six might already have plans for tonight. Well, fuck it. She’s gonna change ‘em.

  I pull out my phone while I’m gassing up my bike and send her a text.

  Back in town. U around?

  A few seconds later I get a reply:

  Out with Hannah at Lions Tap. Come by

  * * *

  “I didn’t think I was going to hear from you,” Six says calmly as I slide into the booth next to her. Across the table, Hannah greets me with a nod and a sly look from underneath her shelf of fire-engine-red bangs.

  “Didn’t know how long I was gonna be busy.” I signal to Zeb at the bar to get me a beer. “Just got back into town. Haven’t even stopped at home yet.”

  “I’m flattered.”

  “Hope I’m not crashing your party,” I smirk, looking from Six to Hannah.

  Hannah sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. “Hardly. You’re all Six has been talking about since we got here anyw… ouch! Bitch!” She scowls at Six, who I’m guessing just kicked her under the table.

  “Is that right?” I cut my gaze to Six. Her face is flaming as she glares back at Hannah.

  “Oh, please, Hannah is exaggerating,” she insists.

  “Like hell I am!” Hannah chortles, shaking her head. She tips back her bottle of beer and drains it just as Zeb appears with mine. “You know what, I’m gonna leave you two to it. I was just a placeholder until you got back anyway, Bullet.” She nods at me. “I’d tell you to keep her out of trouble, but I’m not sure you’re capable of that.”

  “She’s safe with me.”

  Hannah snorts good-naturedly. “Right. I’ll see you at Rebel Ink, girl.” She tilts her head at both of us. “I’d tell you to have a good night, but I think you already got that covered.”

  I watch as Hannah waves goodbye to the staff and exits the bar, braided plait of scarlet hair swinging between shoulder blades. “I’ve always liked that girl,” I remark with a chuckle. “She knows what’s up.”

  “She’s a blabbermouth,” Six mutters into her beer.

  “So, you’ve been talking about me, eh?” I tease. “What about, exactly?”

  “None of your business.” She’s clearly uncomfortable, which just makes me want to push her more.

  “Maybe… you were telling her about how loud I make you scream when you come?” I let my voice go low and deep, sliding closer to her so she’s the only one who can hear me. “Or about how wet your pussy gets when you think about me? Is that what you were talking about, Mystery Girl?” I lean forward and slide my hand between her legs. Her thighs tense, and even with the noise of the bar, I can hear her breath hitch in her throat.

  “Stop it…” she pleads in a strangled tone, but her heart’s not in it.

  “Stop what, baby girl?” With one finger, I lightly graze the fabric of her jeans, just where it covers her clit. Six stifles a moan. “You sure you really want me to stop? Cuz I dunno… it sure doesn’t sound like you do.”

/>   “Bullet…” she whispers. Her back arches, her breasts straining forward in spite of her best efforts not to show the effect I’m having on her. My cock stiffens as I realize I can feel her getting wet through her jeans. Now it’s my turn to stifle a groan.

  “You’ve missed me,” I state. She gives me a quick nod, not daring to look me in the eyes. I graze my nail across the fabric above her clit again. She sucks in a breath, her thighs clamping around my hand.

  “Babe, I think we need to get out of here. Finish that drink and let’s go,” I command.

  Six doesn’t argue with me at all, just raises her beer to her lips with an unsteady hand and downs it. She reaches into the booth and grabs that oversized jacket of hers. Then I’m out of my seat, cock throbbing. I throw a couple bills down on the table. A minute later, we’re outside, and she’s climbing on the back of my bike.

  Neither one of us talks. Our bodies are saying everything that’s important. She squirms against me, her hips rocking slightly forward. The way she’s moving against me, I’m pretty sure the vibrations from the engine against her clit are driving her crazy. Sure enough, her breasts begin to rise and fall more quickly against my back as I drive. I can feel her trembling with need as she holds onto my waist, but the fact is, she ain’t the only one. I’m about to bust out of my skin. I’m hard as a fucking rock and can barely concentrate on steering the bike. It takes everything I’ve got in me not to just pull over on the side of the road and take her up against my bike. But I want her long, and slow, and all night long. So I tell my dick to calm the fuck down and work on getting us to her place in one piece.

  Thank fuck, when we get to her apartment building there’s a parking spot about half a block down, in a dark spot between two pools of light from the street lamps. I roll to a stop and cut the engine, then wait for her to hop off the bike. She pulls off the helmet and hands it to me, her eyes huge and dark in her face. She’s still breathing fast and hard, her plump lips parted in anticipation.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “Feels like I’ve been gone a month.”

  My mouth comes down on hers, my hands dropping to her ass. I pull her against me, roughly. When she feels the hardness of my erection against her, she moans loudly into my mouth.

  “I don’t want to talk anymore,” she whispers. “Take me upstairs.”

  I can’t resist one more taste of her before we break apart. My lips leave hers, and travel lower, to trace the curve of her chin, then down to her neck. Her skin is soft, sweet like a velvety peach. My cock thickens painfully as I imagine tasting the sweet fruit between her legs, licking the honey from her folds as she cries out in pleasure. Fuck. I can’t stand anymore. I have to get this girl inside.

  I turn her around and place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her up the sidewalk toward the front door of her apartment building. I wait impatiently for her to fit her key into the front lock. My mind is swimming in desire, so dizzy and drunk with the need to have her that it takes me a minute to register what she’s saying.

  “What?” I ask through the fog of testosterone.

  “The door’s not locked.” She pushes it open with one hand, frowning. “I thought it always locked automatically.”

  “Fascinating,” I rumble. “But that ain’t getting us to your apartment any quicker, babe.”

  She looks up and gives me a breathy laugh. “Sorry,” she mumbles, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

  “Fuck, that mouth of yours,” I growl. “You do that just to torture me, don’t you?”

  “Do what?” Wickedly, she lets go of the lip. Deliberately, slowly, she slides her tongue over it.

  “You’re gonna pay for that, little girl,” I warn.

  She flashes me a saucy smirk. “I hope so. Over… and over… and over…”

  “Oh, Jesus…” I groan, my cock so hard it hurts.

  I can’t wait to bury my face in her wet, waiting pussy as I watch her ass wiggle in front of me on the way up to her place. I’m so absorbed in the sight, imagining just how I’m gonna strip those tight little jeans off her, that when she stops dead in her tracks I almost run smack into her.

  Six gasps, one hand going to her throat. “Oh my God…”

  I come around to the side of her, not registering what’s happening. “What?”

  All color has drained from her face. Wordlessly, she points in front of her. I follow the direction of her arm to see that the door to her place has been kicked in.

  “Motherfucker,” I fume. “Looks like you’ve been robbed.”

  Instantly, I’m on high alert, all thought of sex immediately on the back burner. “Look, it’s okay. I got you. We’ll check to see what they took, and then call your landlord. You probably ain’t the only one who got hit, since they went to the trouble to force the front door. Maybe someone saw something. Hell, maybe someone else got some video foot…”

  But Six is shaking her head. She looks like she’s seen a ghost. “It’s not a robbery,” she whispers.

  “What? How do you know?”

  “Because I know who did this.”

  “How? Are you sure?”

  She nods. I watch as she wearily leans against the wall next to the doorway. She squeezes her eyes shut. “Bullet, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

  “Don’t worry, darlin’,” I answer. “We’ll get this taken care of. Like I said, we’ll figure out what all they took, if anything. You can decide whether you wanna call the cops, or whether you want the MC to take care of it. You can stay at my place tonight, and tomorrow…”

  “No,” she cuts me off. Six shakes her head almost violently, looking miserable. “I mean, I have to leave town.”

  I frown. “What? The fuck are you talking about?”

  “I have to leave town. Now. I’m sorry.” Her voice breaks.

  First, I’m confused. Then, suddenly, I’m angry as fuck. Because I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s clear there is a bunch of shit she is not telling me. And goddamn it, I’m about to find out.

  “No. You are not going anywhere. Fuck that, Six.” I kick at the half-open door with the toe of my boot. Then I reach for Six’s hand and lead her inside. “First, you are gonna tell me what the fuck is going on. And then, we’re gonna handle it. Together.”

  14

  Six

  Bullet is furious.

  I can’t figure out if he’s mad at me, or mad at the situation, or what. But he’s demanding an explanation. And I’m pretty sure there’s no way I’m going to get out of giving him one this time.

  Tiredly, I follow him inside the bashed-in door of my apartment. Turning on the light, I pull off my old leather jacket and hang it on the hook by the door, suppressing a bitter sigh as I think about where it came from.

  I go over to the couch and flop down on it. It barely registers that my place has been tossed. That’s the least of my worries right now.

  “It was my ex,” I murmur, staring down sadly at the rug I love so much. “He’s found me.”

  Bullet’s expression turns to stone as he takes in my words. For a few seconds he says nothing. My mind is already starting to mentally pack up. My suitcases are in the storage locker downstairs. I don’t have time to go buy rope to tie the rug to the top of my car, so I’ll have to leave it after all. I have enough money in my bank account for maybe two full tanks of gas and…

  “Six.”

  I look up, befuddled, to see that Bullet has sat down on the couch next to me. His cold, angry eyes bore into mine. “Who the fuck is your ex? And what does that mean, he’s found you?”

  I let out the breath I don’t even realize I’ve been holding.

  “It means exactly that,” I sigh. “I thought maybe in Tanner Springs, I’d done a good enough job of disappearing that Flash wouldn’t find me for a while.” My tone sounds robotic, detached, to hide the fear underneath my words. “I got stupid and stayed too long.” I shrug. “I should have known better. So… it’s time to go. Before he comes back.”

  “And does what?” Bullet growls insistently.

  My shoulders move up and down again. My blood is rushing in my ears, so when I start talking again, my voice sounds far away. “Tries to hurt me, I guess. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with me. I thought when I broke it off, he’d just let it go. Or at least get over it eventually. But I don’t think that’s going to happen until he makes me pay.”