Devlin was in hell. It was ironic that someone with the nickname of 'Devil' would end up in hell. Even more surprising was that he was loving every minute of it.

Well, not every minute. Not the past two days. Those had been the worst of all.

Kaylie was driving him insane. He'd seen her every night this week and every night he'd dared to go a little further with her. Just grazing the edges, making her want him as badly as he wanted her.

He hadn’t thought it was possible, but his shy little virgin was giving him a run for his money.

Once he'd opened pandora's box, she was the one who didn't want to stop. He grimaced, just thinking about what she'd done to him two nights ago… once again leaving him with an uncomfortable hard on.

His dick could have drilled for oil. Or cut glass. The thing felt like a steel rod, the kind you used to hold up a damn building.

It was still hard and aching, even after he’d rubbed a few out. The relief had been momentary at best. Only she could scratch that itch for him, and he had promised her mama to go slow.

He was dangerously close to breaking that promise. He was constantly fighting the urge to toss her over his bike, take her to the cabin and tie her to his damn bed.

The longer he waited, the more he wanted to have rough, bed breaking sex with her. Things were not going according to plan. Not at fucking all.

He'd even stayed away last night to see if he could loosen her hold on him. Instead he’d drank beer after beer, staring miserably at the clock, counting the hours until he could see her again.

It was happening so fast. He didn’t just want her now. For years she’d been a goal- something to wait for. Something that was a reward.

What he hadn’t counted on was this feeling that he wasn't just him anymore- now he was part of an 'us.' It wasn't even just wanting her in his bed, though that was a big part of it. He didn't feel like he was in control of his feelings anymore.

He didn't like it.

Two nights ago they'd been fooling around for an hour, he'd finally come close to touching her sweet little pussy. He’d slid his fingers between her legs, rubbing them lightly over her tight denim shorts.

He'd been wondering about the wisdom of unzipping her shorts when he'd felt her tentative caress on the front of his jeans. Jesus. That fluttering little touch had almost sent him over the edge. And then she'd gotten bolder.

He'd had to take another cold shower last night. He was enjoying her, more than he thought was possible, but his patience was wearing thin.

Tonight was the night. He was done waiting, and if he were honest with himself, she seemed to be done waiting too.

If he could just get through this meeting he'd be fine.

He was finding his razor sharp mind was less focused than usual. He forced himself to listen careful to what Jack was reporting.

The new Sherifff was making things difficult for the club. They already knew that. But now it was looking like his animosity was specifically targeted at Devlin.

He'd been ticketed again last night, after he'd dropped off Kaylie thankfully. He didn't want to think about giving the cops a chance to hassle his woman. She was so delicate… he frowned at the thought.

Enough was enough.

"This stops now. Find out what they have on me. You still in with your cousin, Donnie?"

Donahue nodded. His cousin was on the force one town over. He couldn't keep the cops off their asses but he could tip them off when a big bust was brewing.

The Spawns of Satan, aka SOS, didn't traffic in drugs, guns or hookers, but they did have their own set of laws. And they did partake in drugs, guns and hookers.

Well, not Dev himself. He had never paid for it, not even before he was club president. Hell, he just had to snap his fingers as he was swimming in girls, all before Kaylie of course. And he didn’t do drugs or get hammered on booze. But a lot of the guys did.

He didn't enjoy drugs because of his need for control and as for paying for sex, that was a joke. He spent most of his time turning women down. It was almost annoying, especially since he had Kaylie now.

Why go out for chicken nuggets when you had kobe beef at home?

It was a running joke at the clubhouse that Dev had the best sloppy seconds. Girls just hung around waiting for him to notice him all the time. If he did, he didn't usually see them more than once.

When he passed them over, they became easy pickings for the rest of the guys in the club. He couldn't tell you the number of times he'd been credited with getting another Spawn laid.

For the most part, Devlin ignored it. Sex was just sex just a release. He saw no need to talk about it. It had never meant anything to him beyond that.

Being good looking was definitely part of it, but it was the power of running the SOS that had made it go over the top. He was bored by the cheap thrills. He didn’t want the hassle.

Devlin knew what he wanted and he'd found it. His mind wandered back to Kaylie and what they'd be doing later tonight. He couldn't wait to seal the deal.

It was finally going down. This was it. No more waiting.

Tonight he made her his once and for all.

He had to take care of this cop situation so it didn't blow back on her. Once people knew she was his old lady, she'd be affected by everything he did. The thought of Kaylie being bothered because of him made him see red.

That wasn’t going down. No way. He’d go ballistic if anyone dared bother her.

Speaking of which, Jack hadn't had an easy time getting rid of Dani the other night at the State Fair. She'd resisted his one more demand to vacate the carnival apparently. He'd had to use some rough moves on her to get her to leave.

He hadn't hurt her, Dev wouldn't stand for that, but it hadn't been pretty. Dani had fought back, even scratching the giant biker’s face with her nails. He’d had to restrain her and take her miles away before letting her loose,

Dev was pretty sure they should expect more trouble from Dani, brother-in-law in the Club or not.

"Okay, find out what's up. And get Bruce in here. I need to talk to him about his sister-in-law."

"Dani?"

"Yeah."

Dev drummed his fingers on the heavy wood table. The meeting room was large enough to accommodate the core members of the club for now, but they were growing. They also had a couple of other smaller clubs that were part of a larger circle, counting themselves as unofficial members.

Kind of like MC cousins.

Things were changing. Someone had even mentioned changing the name of the Club from Spawns of Satan to Devil's Riders. That’s what people were calling them now anyway. It was something he kept trying to put a stop to, but the name was sticking. He couldn't help but notice how many people had started using it.

He didn't mind being called Devil but naming the club after him seemed like a slap in the face to the old timers. To his own father and grandfather. He could picture them rolling over in their graves at the thought. He was a firm believer in tradition. He’d make it clear to the club to put a stop to it.

Devil's Riders was fine as a nickname for the core group but that was it.

Bruce walked in and sat down at the table with Dev and Jack. Donnie shut the heavy wood door and leaned against it. Devlin stared at Bruce for a couple of minutes before starting in. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation to have.

Family stuff always hit close to the bone.

Bruce looked nervous which was pretty funny considering the guy was a 6'4" wall of muscle and had been in and out prison most of his adult life. He'd calmed down in his mid thirties after getting hitched and was spending less and less time at the clubhouse these days.

It was a good thing he'd been there tonight, or else they would have had to call him in.

"Thanks for coming, Bruce.”

“Of course, Dev. Anything for the club.”

“We want to talk to you about your sister in law."

Bruce nodded. He didn’t look surprised.

"Dani's been out of control lately. I heard about what happened at the carnival, man. I'm sorry."

"Can you get her to chill out?"

He shook his head.

"I can try but the problem's not just her. It's my old lady too. They are both in a tizzy about your new girl. It’s not just normal jealous chick stuff.”

Devlin sat forward, his eyes hard on Bruce’s face.

“What are they up to?”

“Nothing yet. Just words.”

“What words?”

“Calling her an interloper. Saying she's friends with cops."

Devlin sat back and ran his hands through his hair. He knew where that was coming from. Trust Dani to mix truth and lies. It was the best way to manipulate the facts to her liking.

"She went to high school with Jefferson but that's it. The guy is on ticket duty, he doesn’t even wear a gun.” He sighed. “It doesn't matter anyway. Kaylie is my old lady now. She's off limits to this kind of bullshit."

"Congrats, Dev. I didn't know it was official.”

Dev nodded.

"Okay, you need to get your old lady in line. I won't tell you how to do it. Rip up her credit cards or something. If she or Dani come near Kaylie again they will be banned from the clubhouse. Permanently"

Bruce inhaled sharply but nodded. He knew the drill. Dev put Dani and the club out of his mind as the older man left. He was grinning when Donnie handed him a beer.

"No thanks, man. I have a date tonight."

Donnie grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah, we know."

"Did you get the cabin aired out?"

"Yeah, man it's full of fucking rose petals too."

"Very funny. See you tomorrow my brothers."

He clasped their hands and strode out of the clubhouse. It was time to go and get his woman.

Tonight, he was finally taking what was his.