“Do you have to look down my shirt?”
I fucking love getting under her skin. She has fantastic fucking tits. They’re more than a mouthful, so much more, and my mouth waters at the thought of taking her sweet tits in my mouth. I bet my dick would feel fantastic between ’em as I fucked ’em.
“You know you love me checking out the merchandise, Sugar Tits. Why else would you wear shit like that?”
“One, it’s called a shirt. Two, I’m wearing it because I’m hot. And three, because I’m—”
“It’s barely sixty today. There ain’t no way in hell it’s because you’re hot. You like struttin’ around here.”
“Oh sweet baby Jesus, you’re flipping unbelievable.” She shakes her head. “Make yourself useful and blow up some more balloons.” She pushes a plastic bag of pink and white balloons at my chest. “They should be home soon, and I want this place decked out for the princess’s arrival.”
It’s been five months since Jenni showed up at the compound. Five fucking months of her swinging her tits and ass around. Me and the guys are constantly adjusting our junk—it’s not even funny. She walks around here like it’s no big deal while the rest of us are constantly at half-mast. The thing is, Jenni’s different. Different from any other bitch I’ve ever met. Those big brown eyes seem to be full of truth. She’s too honest to calculate shit, so what you see is what you get. From her head of wild curly brown hair, down to her rockin’ body, she’s the whole fucking package.
It’s really fucking with my head.
I’ve been watching her, spending as much time as I can with her to try to prove myself wrong. I’ve been waiting for her to mess up. To show me her true colors. To support my beliefs that women are good for one thing, and that’s to keep your dick warm and wet, but I ain’t found nothing that tells me she’s like the rest.
“I’m not interested.”
I hear Jenni’s voice coming from the alleyway on the side of the shop. She’s been helping around the shop here and there while Savannah spends her time getting things ready for when Grace arrives. It’s not supposed to be for months, but Sin has been adamant that Savannah gets enough rest.
Rounding the corner, I see a couple of customers towering over Jenni. One fucker has his hands on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh, while the other stands back with a smirk on his face.
“Come on, baby. A bangin’ body like yours—I’m sure you’ve got a line of dicks a mile long just begging for a piece.”
“Yeah, sweetness, don’t tell me you’re not looking for some action when you’re shaking your tits waiting for the next guy to take his shot. Bitches like you know how to get us worked up.”
The second fucker’s words grate across my skin. It takes everything in me not to make my move and shut these bastards down, but I wanna see how this plays out. I need to see how she reacts to what these fuckers are offering. I need her to show me that she isn’t as sweet as she portrays herself to be. Someone as sweet and pure as Jenni can’t be real.
“I said no for crying out loud!” She grunts as she tries to push the dude off of her.
“I bet I can change your mind.” He pulls her closer, making her body slam into his. The other fucker laughs.
I’ve seen and heard enough.
Barreling towards them, I reach out, tearing Jenni from his grasp. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I seethe.
The fucker stumbles back a bit, losing his grip on Jenni. “Doesn’t fucking matter who I am. Me and the lady were busy.” He flicks his hands, dismissing me.
Busy? He’s fucking lucky I don’t rip his fucking dick off. Then we’d see how busy he can be.
I draw my fist, hitting him square in the jaw. His head snaps back, making his body crumble to the floor.
“What the fuck?” Dipshit number two says.
“Fuck man, that wasn’t even my good hand. Your friend here is a pansy-ass piece of shit.” I push my boot into the fucker’s leg. “Have you forgotten where you are? Get the fuck up and off Fury ground. If I see either of you around here again…”
“Got it, man.” The fucker squats down to pull his friend to his feet. “Bitches just ain’t worth it.”
As soon as we step through the back door of the shop, Jenni launches herself at me, her body shuddering as she cries. “Th-Thank you so much.”
Wrapping my arms around her tiny frame, I almost engulf her. Fuck I want nothing more than to protect her, but in the end, I’m sure someone will need to protect her from me.
Yeah, she’s far too good for me, and way too precious for this place.
“I ain’t got no clue why you think we need to deck out this house in all this frilly shit anyway. That baby’s not gonna know what we’re doing for her. She ain’t gonna be crying in her Cheerios because we don’t blow up some fucking balloons.”
She throws her hands on her waist and pops her hip. “Because, Tylan, I’m Savannah’s best friend and that little girl is my niece. I will raise h-e-double hockey sticks to make sure everything is perfect for her. Balloons included.”
Her inability to use actual cuss words is sexy as fuck. I never thought I’d like the innocent act, but damn if it doesn’t work for her.
“I wish you guys would just fuck already,” Hawk says as he walks by. I cock an eyebrow at him.
“I thought I was saving myself for you?” Jenni taunts him.
Hawk stops and turns back. “Hell, baby, all you gotta do is say the word, and we’ll ditch this party and make one of our own.”
“Step the fuck off, Hawk,” I warn. I know the kid is messing with me, but still.
“Touchy, touchy. No need to get your panties in a twist, man. I’m only messing with ya.” He gives Jenni a wink and saunters away.
I turn around to look at Jenni, giggling to herself. “What?”
“Nothing, Tylan.”
“Why do you insist on using that name?”
“Why do you insist on looking down my shirt every chance you get?”
“Because I can.”
“Exactly. Now use the hot air you’re full of and get these darn balloons blown up.”
She turns on her heels and marches her fine ass back into the house. She knows she doesn’t have to look back to see that I’m doing what she told me to do. Every time that woman opens her mouth, my body follows her every command. I can’t fucking stand it, but I’m in no hurry to change it.
I would never admit it to any of these fuckers around here, but I knew the moment I watched her exit that taxi that I was fucked…
“Who the fuck is that?” I ask myself as the shortest fucking thing I’ve ever seen slams the door to a Yellow Checker Cab. I didn’t even know that company was still in business.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I watch her curvy little body make its way towards me. With a pull-behind suitcase in one hand and a fucking fluff ball in the other, she trots herself up the drive wearing nothing but some short as fuck cut off jean shorts, brown cowboy boots, and a bright purple tank. The taxi driver, who is gracious enough to pull her shit out of the trunk, stands behind her, adjusting his fucking dick as her ass sashays up the dirt path to the front of our clubhouse.
“Who the fuck are you?” I shout before she gets too close.
My voice startles her, and her steps seem to stumble, but she doesn’t answer as she continues her pursuit. I don’t know who this chick is, but she don’t fucking belong here. That’s for damn sure.
She stops at the bottom steps to adjust the handle in her hand and the dog in her arm before taking a deep breath. Lifting her head, her eyes squint a bit. I can see that she’s taking me in, but there’s no fear in her eyes. No judgment, no fucking ulterior motive, she’s just looking at me. Never in my life have I had a bitch just look at me and see me for who I am.
It doesn’t settle well.
“Hi,” she says with a smile that’s fucking bright and pure. It’s been years since I’ve seen a smile that’s just that—a smile. “I’m Jenni. I’m a friend of Savannah’s—”
I cut her off because there’s no reason for her to continue. “Don’t give a fuck who you are or who you think you’re here for. This here is an MC club.”
“I know.”
“Well, then you’ll know that no bitches are here other than the ones who are full of cock, and if they’re full of cock, then they ain’t got no names worth remembering.”
She has no reaction to my words not even so much as a twitch. “I was told that Savannah Ray was here. Her parents told me–”
“Again, don’t give a fuck.” Not sure who this bitch is or if that mother fucker Redding sent her here, but there’s no way she’s getting near Sin or his woman. Not on my fucking watch.
“Geez, give me a second to finish my sentence before you insist on telling me that she’s not here. Because I know she’s here, and I need to see her.”
“Ain’t my problem.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“If I can just come inside. I know she’ll want to see me for Pete’s sake.”
“There ain’t no way that rat of a dog is coming into this clubhouse, turbo tits. I don’t give a shit who you think you are or how hard you make my cock. This here’s an MC, not a fucking dog park.”
Her eyes rake over my body, stopping at my dick. I know my shit ain’t small and I know she can see that I ain’t lying. My. Cock. Is. Hard. Fuck me, just bantering back and forth with this chick has me turned on. It’s more than the fact that she’s got a banging body, it’s the fact that she ain’t afraid of me. She ain’t cowering down at my size, and she ain’t batting her fucking eyes to get her way.
It’s hot as fuck.
I’m so zoned in on her and her mop of curls, her fucking curves, and her angelic face that I don’t even hear Sin and Savannah walk up.
“Jenni?”
Savannah’s voice breaks me from my daze. The chick in front of me actually sticks out her tongue like ‘I fuckin told you so,’ before turning her back on me, “Darn right it’s me,” she says, and I know that this cute as fuck bitch is gonna feel so good, once her lips are wrapped around my cock.
I laugh as I remember our first meeting. Since Savannah and Jenni showed up, shit has really changed, and the birth of Sienna Grace, Sin and Savannah’s daughter, is the least of the changes. We all knew what was coming when Sin risked the club when he brought Savannah here. She’d been beaten and then got knocked-up by some hoity-toity oil heir.
Sin tried to make the excuse that he was doing the ‘right thing’ by keeping her safe and out of danger, but we all saw through his load of shit. We knew there was something there. Something that he didn’t want to acknowledge. And once he found out about the baby, it only fueled his need to care for Savannah and to keep them both protected. His blood may not flow through Grace’s little body, but she’s his just the same.
The death of that piece of shit Prez of the Diablos, Louie Sr., has allowed the dark cloud that’s hung over this MC to dissipate. Cut, our current Prez, and his wife, Lily, are able to actually act like a married couple. They live in the same house, interact with each other in the open and not just behind closed doors. He no longer lives in fear that his wife’s fate will end up like his sister’s. It’s sick as shit to see how much they love each other, but I’m happy for our Prez.
There had always been bad blood between Devil’s Fury and The Diablos. Turf wars were normal when territories run parallel to their rivals, but this shit went deeper. Louie Sr. and our original Prez, Devin, had more issues than who was walking on who’s territory. They had both fallen in love with the same woman. Too bad for Louie, because Bianca only had eyes for Devin which resulted in a marriage and three children. Cut, Sin, and their sister Sienna.
Louie Sr. continued to be obsessed with Bianca, so Devin made it his mission to keep his wife safe by building up not only the MC but several houses along the land of the compound. He wanted to make sure that his family always had the MC around to watch over the ones he held most dear. With years passing, his watchful eyes never faulted, but Devin never thought Louie would aim his sick obsession towards his daughter. Devin was killed trying to bring Sienna home.
We lost so much that day: our Prez, our family, and the feeling that we were invincible. We were a shell of what the MC once was.
Until now.
Years later, the death of Louie Sr. means freedom. It means justice, and it lifts the weight we all had carried on our shoulders as members of the Devil’s Fury MC. The houses that were once abandoned have been reopened, and most of them occupied. Sin and Savannah have settled into their home, waiting patiently to be a family with their daughter, and Cut and Lily have taken up residence in another one of the houses. We’ve even got guys from Canada trying to make a home and a name for themselves here in New Mexico.
These past few years have been rough on the club. Our numbers dwindled when Cut chose to move the club into a different direction. The years of running guns and slinging drugs were over. Turf wars weren’t something that Cut saw when he looked at the future of the club. He wanted stability, a legal way for the club to earn its money, and he found it in the way of bounty hunting. In the short five years that Devil’s Fury has been in the business, we’ve made a name for ourselves.
Once word got out that things were changing in Las Cruses, some of the old members came back, and some of the sister charters transferred over, including a few nomads. Everyone is excited about what Cut and Devil’s Fury stand for. They like the fact that we do things by the book and don’t look for illegal activities to make the money we need to survive.
This is a new time for Devil’s Fury.