Chapter fifteen
Digger
Fucking hell! Digger couldn’t believe it had only been half an hour since they’d got back from the run. Duke and Nicole had their triplets, two of their own brothers were hurt, they’d got three dead Riot brothers and four in the outhouses waiting to be questioned and now they had Bianca trembling and clinging to them. He felt like he needed a few hours to sort shit out in his head.
King started walking to their room, Bianca in is arms. He and Bones followed with Bianca’s hands not loosening her grip on theirs. He knew she would have been terrified with all the gunfire. They needed to calm her down and get her settled quickly, Prez wasn’t going to let them linger long; they had to get answers out of the Riot brothers.
He could hear King hushing and talking softly into Bianca’s ear. By the time they got to the room she was down to sniffling. He ran his thumb over her tiny knuckles. She was so delicate yet strong. A lot of shit had been thrown at their woman in a short space of time and she was holding herself together.
“Sit down, angel. We’re all okay.” King reassured her as he sat her on the bed.
Her tear streaked face lifted from his neck. She was so beautiful, even red and puffy. Digger sat next to her and put his arm around her waist, tucking her into the side of his body. She fit perfectly against him and he allowed himself a few seconds to be grateful that they had all got out of this shit unscathed and had an old lady worth fighting for.
“As much as I know you hated what just happened, some good came from it. We’ve got four Riot brothers to question right now. Some of them may be the ones who held you in that fucking cell.” Her big blue eyes looked up at him seeming more confident than moments ago. “Even if they didn’t, at least one of them has got to know about Dane and where he is. We’re closer than ever to ending this and getting Maggie and Brandon back to you.”
Her bottom lip wobbled and she threw herself onto his lap and nearly strangled him with the tight hug she was giving to his neck. He chortled, rubbing her back. She climbed off his lap and jumped into Bones’ arms, wrapping all her limbs around him and then did the same thing to King. Her complexion was much brighter when she finally pulled away.
Bones got her attention and said seriously, “What we need you to do now is stay in here, watch TV or anything else you want to do while we go and get the information we need. Okay?” She nodded, drying the last of her tears. “Be back soon, beauty.”
Bones pressed a hard kiss to her lips and he and King followed suit. He glanced back at her as he closed the door and she blew him a kiss. Fuck, he needed to bury himself inside her and have every inch of Bones and King touch every inch of him. The urge to reconnect in the most primitive way pulled at him; it always did when their lives have been in danger. He knew it was grinding on Bones and King too, but right now they had shit to do.
Prez was sat at the bar with a beer and called them over to him.
“Listen, you three need to keep your fucking heads when we go in there. I’m short Duke, Razor and Slam right now and doubt they’ll be back any time soon. That leaves me and Hollywood; that’s not enough to hold you back if you flip the switch. So, I want to make it fucking crystal clear that if you can’t keep your shit together then you’ll leave. Do anything I don’t like or approve of, there will be consequences. Understand me?”
Digger fucking hated it when Prez gave these little speeches like they weren’t grown fucking men, but he got it. He was club president and it fell to him to keep them all in line. It wasn’t an easy job with all the hot heads in this club.
“Got it, Prez.”
Prez eyeballed them all, probably gauging how fucking likely they were to lose it. He seemed satisfied with what he saw and nodded,
“Alright, let’s end these fuckers.”
Hollywood joined them and they headed towards the outhouses.
Bones
He was barely holding it together. They’d questioned and nearly killed the two fuckers who were slowly bleeding out and they didn’t know shit. That he was sure of as they have very effective questioning techniques; branding, slicing and extractions are enough to loosen any fucking lips. All they’d known was that Dane exists and had an agreement with Wrath, their now dead club president, but not how to get in touch with him or how much money had exchanged hands. They shot up the club for revenge for Riot almost being ended by Fallen MC.
Bones couldn’t give two fucks about revenge. Riot was going to end one way or another at some point. Shit, now they’d taken out seven of the bastards he wasn’t sure how many members they even had left. But before they ended the last two he needed to know where Dane was. The fact that this small-time mafia wannabe fucker had evaded them so far was pissing everyone off.
As they walked in to the third outhouse, Bones knew this one would be different. There was defiance in his eyes and a self-satisfied air about him. Hollywood strode straight up to him and punched him in the jaw. Hollywood’s punch was akin to being hit with an anvil, so Bones knew that had to fucking hurt. The guy just smiled and spat out a tooth, leaving a trail of blood coating his chin. Hollywood moved as if to hit him again but Prez caught his arm.
“We need him to be able to speak.” Hollywood grunted and lowered his arm.
“Makes fuck all difference if I can talk or not. You fuckers aren’t gonna get me to say anything worth hearing anyway.”
Bones’ rage increased. This guy was a cocky fucker. He was confident and that meant he thought he was strong enough not to break. It could take hours, but he’d break.
It ended up taking forty-five minutes. Leaving the outhouse, he looked down and saw the fine sheen of blood that coated his leathers and flicked off a small bit of skin that was stuck to his arm. King grabbed his neck and pushed their foreheads together. He felt his hot breath on his face and knew what he was trying to get across. They knew where to find Dane. Thank fuck! Now if they could just get this last one to confirm it they’d be able to put an end to this shit storm.
*****
They got back to their room feeling fucking relieved and elated. The last guy, Mammoth, was Dane’s contact. They got addresses, phone numbers and drop-off points out of him before he succumbed to his injuries. It felt good to finally have a direction to go in. Prez had charged them with dealing with Dane, knowing full well there was no way they would be left behind.
Bianca was sat on the couch with the TV on and he could tell she wasn’t really watching it. She was in her own head to the point that she hadn’t noticed that they were back. He was desperate to get his hands on her but he wasn’t going to touch her with the blood of those bastards on his skin.
They’d found out a bit more about what had happened to Bianca while she was with Riot and he could honestly say that he relished every slice and broken bone he’d delivered to them. They’d whipped and starved, tortured her with sleep deprivation and left her cold and dirty for days on end. He wished they didn’t have to finish Mammoth so quickly. He would have loved to leave him rotting in that outhouse with his own shit and blood coating every inch of it.
They started to strip off their clothes. Bianca spotted them in her peripheral vision and jumped up to race towards them. She ground to a halt and stared horrified at the state of their clothes and hands.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted under her breath. She waved her hands in front of her as if she wanted to check that they were okay but couldn’t bring herself to touch the gore. Her eyes flashed over them cataloguing everything, searching for injuries.
“Stay there, beauty. We’re gonna jump in the shower, then we’ll tell you what we can.”
She nodded and wrung her hands together, shifting her stance with impatience.
Bianca
Her guys had just finished their shower. She fought the urge to go in there and bleach every surface to within an inch of it’s life. She couldn’t believe how they’d looked when they’d come back. They were stood covered in the blood of their enemies, muscles taut and sweat shimmering on the surface of their skin; fulfilling every Viking fantasy she’d ever had. The relief that that they weren’t harmed and the fact that they’d been doing all of this for her, made her blood heat and her heart race.
Digger met her eyes and must have seen the sexual tension that she was trying to contain. His towel tented and he stalked towards her, gripped her hair and pulled her head back. His mouth slammed down making hers surrender to his onslaught. His tongue plunged between her lips and his delicious flavour flooded her senses.
His rough hands left her hair and travelled down her back. When he reached the bottom of her t-shirt he teased the skin just underneath, unleashing goose-bumps everywhere he touched. A new hand palmed her nape, breaking their kiss. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw King pressed up to Digger’s back. He smirked as Digger went down to his knees in front of her and King took over the kiss.
His hands were less patient. His fingers curled into her collar and with a sharp wrench, her t-shirt tore open. She dropped her shoulders and let the useless material fall to the floor. Cool air caressed her legs when her jeans were pushed off at the same time as her panties. Wet, sucking heat stimulated her back and ass. She vaguely heard ‘fucking juicy’ murmured against her ass cheek followed by a stinging bite. Bones wasn’t leaving one inch of her unaffected by his strokes. She felt positively worshipped. It seemed that their every carnal encounter felt more decadent than the last.
Her leg was pulled from under her and her thigh rested on Digger’s wide shoulder. His hot mouth sucked and pulled on her sensitive folds. His tongue probed her every crease and pushed inside, driving her closer to madness. She felt her body ready to climax and tried to hold off as long as she could. She wasn’t ready to escape these feelings yet.
King’s head dropped to her breasts. Bones held and massaged them from behind as King attacked her nipples with small bites soothed by long slow licks. She felt herself reach the edge. Digger and King sucked in tandem on her clit and nipple, and her body imploded. Her body felt fevered and a euphoric sensation swept through every cell of her body like a tornado.
She shuddered, twitched and fought with every last bit of her mind to stay in her body; she felt like she was going to fly out of it at any second. Her legs lost their fight to keep her upright and went out from under her. Her body never hit the floor and felt like it was floating. Several strong arms had supported her and saved her from a sudden descent. Her body went weightless and she was placed gently on a soft surface. She wallowed in absolute comfort and bliss. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she was eventually able to open her eyes.
Her eyes focused and the sight that greeted her was pure sex. Digger was over her, caging her in on all fours. She twisted her head up and saw Bones’ cock sawing in and out of his mouth. His balls swung close to her face. She arched her neck and sucked each one into her mouth and was rewarded with a cuss and groan. He pulled out of Digger’s mouth and pulled her to lie on top of him.
She felt him part her cheeks and his wet cock slowly penetrated her tight hole. She breathed through the burn until pure pleasure replaced it. When he was fully in, he slowly rocked and all her nerves came alive. He hooked her knees and pulled them up so they were nearly in her pits. Being so open, Bones slid deeper and all the air left her lungs on a long exhale. She wailed in rapture and tried to focus on Digger and King. Their eyes were glued to her and Bones but her eyes took in the passion and motions they were creating. She watched as were Digger was furiously working his cock underneath him while King was slamming into him from behind.
She was like a turtle on it’s back and Bones was her shell, she couldn’t move and she wanted Digger filling her from the front. Frustration rode her when she discovered she wasn’t close enough to reach out to Digger. King pulled out of Digger and urged him over her. Digger caged her and Bones’ bodies under his again. His hand reached down and grasped his swollen cock. The weeping head slid over her clit and down before reaching her centre. He pushed in slowly, letting her absorb the feeling of every glorious inch of him stretching her muscles and causing pulses of pure bliss to move in waves over her body.
King pushed Digger’s head into her breasts. He buried his forehead between her mounds and stilled. He and King moaned out as King penetrated Digger again from behind. They all paused to let the overwhelming sensations settle, then they started to move. The pushes and pulls became firmer and the rhythm picked up until she felt like she was coming undone. Her body arched as all the heat combusted in her core and exploded into the single greatest climax of her life. She could hear her men reaching their peaks too and the loud yell and groans came to a final culmination. They all collapsed, shuddering and twitching as their bodies tried to recover from what happened between them.
Bianca loved Digger’s weight pressing on her but him and King combined were too much. She tapped his shoulder and made a strangled noise and they both rolled off. Bones grasped her sides and slowly turned them to the side and separated. Her body was beautifully sore and her muscles burned with exhaustion. She didn’t even react when a warm cloth cleaned her up. She purred her thanks and fell into a deep sleep.
*****
She woke in the morning, bursting for the toilet. She hastily climbed over Digger and King, giggling at their grunts as her hands and feet dug into their sleepy bodies. She was careful not to hit anywhere important though. She could have scooted to the end of the bed but where was the fun in that? Finished, she returned to the bed and snuggled in. Searching fingers started to poke into her ribs and her arm pits, tickling her to the point she couldn’t breath. She managed to gasp “Uncle” between her snorts and giggles. Her body flopped and large, muscled arms swept her into the curve of a hard body. She snuggled in and let herself drift off again. Sleep was coming easily now knowing her sister would be back in her life soon.