Devil’s Vengeance (Devil’s Disciples MC #6)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

CHASE

I knew I shouldn’t keep pushing. She was pissed, and pissed off women were irrational at best. I was only making things harder for myself by continuing. But I just couldn’t pull myself away. I could blame the alcohol for part of that. I went harder than I normally would because every time I saw her laughing and chatting like she was part of this life, memories flooded me, making me antsy to get her out of here. I knew she wouldn’t listen, though, and it pissed me off. I drank in a pathetic attempt to stop myself from dragging her out and hauling her ass home, kicking and screaming. I’d rather she hate me than stay where she could get hurt.

Now, my normal instincts were buried under alcohol and rage. There wasn’t a fucking chance I was letting Gunner give her a ride home. He was a few weeks away from his promotion. I didn’t want him sweet talking her into coming back once he was allowed to touch women again.

The comment about not being mine twinged in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. All I could really focus on was her mouth and how she managed to drink all night and her lipstick hadn’t smudged even a little. Would it stay on like that if her lips were around my cock instead? Fuck, I was drunker than I thought if I was thinking like that.

For someone who’d been fighting me all night, she was surprisingly docile now. When I finally dragged my gaze from her lips, I quickly figured out why. I wasn’t the only one looking where I wasn’t supposed to. She was staring at my mouth, her breathing a little unsteady. A wave of want washed over me, making me reckless. Maybe if I got it out of her system, she wouldn’t come back. That was a decent excuse, wasn’t it?

Ignoring the alarms in the back of my head, I crushed my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue between her lips. She gasped, opening up for me, and her hand fisted my cut to keep me close. Like I was going anywhere. I plastered myself against her, feeling every inch of her curves pressed against me. One hand fisted her springy curls, forcing her head back to give me more control. The other itched to circle her neck. I hadn’t done that shit since Hannah and I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it on this innocent chick, but the urge was still there. To hold her in that possessive way that showed her exactly who was in charge here.

To distract myself from the urge, I grabbed her ass instead, dragging her closer so I could grind my cock against her heat. She moaned, hitching a leg over my hip, and I coaxed the other one up so that she was completely at my mercy.

“Damn. Chase got to her first,” someone commented from down the hall.

Someone else, who sounded a lot like Snake Eyes, snorted. “You didn’t see that coming? He’s been staring at her all night.”

Their conversation irritated me. I never liked an audience. I didn’t do hookups often, but I had enough alcohol in my system to drown out the reasons why. When I hauled her away from the wall and stepped into the guest room, I heard Snake Eyes and whoever was with him catcall, but I ignored it, slamming the door shut with a kick of my foot.

Neither of us seemed interested in slowing down. Her feet touched the floor, and we were stripping out of our clothes in an instant. I ran my hand over every inch of exposed skin she revealed, enjoying what I could, since I hadn’t bothered to turn on the light and it was too dark to see. I shrugged out of my cut and ripped off my shirt, following her onto the bed to claim her lips again. A feral part of me demanded that I fuck up her makeup. Smudge her a little. Maybe give her just a hint of what she was flirting with. If I showed her how dangerous we really were, she’d run screaming and stay the hell away. Then I could stop worrying about her and focus on the shit that was important .

Except, the rougher I got, the more she seemed to like it. I kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she moaned in delight. Skipping teasing and shoving two fingers into her didn’t stop her either. She just spread her legs wider and demanded more. Fuck, she was perfect. Wild and uninhibited. There wasn’t a shy bone in her body.

What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?

I wasn’t drunk enough to forget to wear a wrap. I pulled one out of my wallet as I shucked my jeans down my hips. They got trapped on my boots, but I didn’t care enough to stop. I wasn’t spending the night anyway.

Ripping her mouth away from mine, she made a needy sound, tugging at my hips to get me closer. “Chase…”

I grunted in response, not trusting my tongue right now. My head was fucked up from all the liquor, and I could only focus on getting the damn wrap on my dick before I was guiding myself to her entrance and shoving my way inside her. Still, the rough treatment didn't deter her. She let out these throaty moans that had my balls drawing up and wrapped her legs around my hips to encourage me.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Shut the fuck up!

Growling, I snapped my hips, distracting myself with the feel of her wrapped around me. She was so damn tight and wet, and her nails dug into my back with just enough of a bite to make me shiver. I could feel myself getting close, it’d been too long since I last got off with anything other than my right hand and my stamina was shit thanks to the alcohol in my system. For a second, I considered getting off without her, in hopes of making her think twice about coming back, but I wasn’t that selfish. Besides, I wanted to feel her clenching around me.

Lifting her hips a little, I searched for that perfect angle. I knew I hit it when she started screaming and clawing at my back, desperate pleas filling the air.

“Don’t stop! Right there! Oh god!”

I pistoned into her, nailing that angle every time, and the second I felt her clench around me, I exploded. The relief was instant and overwhelming, knocking the wind out of me. I nearly collapsed on top of her, it was so good, and it took me a few minutes to come back down from that high .

My eyes had adjusted enough to see her through the limited lighting coming from the streetlight through the window. She was breathless and had a sated smile on her face that made me want to–

I cut off that train of thought, sobering up enough to realize I needed to get the hell out of here. It felt like a dick move to fuck her and walk out right afterward, I wasn’t usually that guy, but I wasn’t trying to keep her around. She needed to know the reality of being here. Any of the other guys would walk away. So I pulled out, tied off the condom, tossed it in the trash under the nightstand, and got dressed.

I was prepared for an argument, or some comment about what a shit I was, but she fell asleep before I was finished pulling on my cut. Sneaking out so I didn’t wake her, I made sure the door would lock behind me after I pulled it shut. Not that I didn’t trust my brothers, but I wasn’t taking any chances with her. I just had to keep her safe until morning. Then, hopefully, she’d realize she was making a mistake and stay away.

I was heading back to my room when an alert popped up on my phone. I’d set a few things up while at the library, mostly just alerts for news articles with certain keywords. I was trying to find an opening to get to Trick and finally put that asshole six feet under where he belonged, but he was hiding out with his MC, as far as I could tell. Since I didn't show up the night of the rally, I doubted he was even aware I was looking for him, but I hoped to use that to my advantage. He wasn’t man enough to face me alone unless I forced him.

The article was about Trick’s MC, the Iron Horsemen. Apparently, their local sheriff was cracking down on them, and a few of their guys were arrested for coercion and extortion. Things my club did on the regular, only we were smart enough not to get caught. And we had the local sheriff in our back pockets. We kept the petty crime in the area to a minimum, he and the rest of the pigs stayed the hell away from us. He wasn’t going to get any deal better than that.

A part of me hoped Trick was one of those arrested, but the rest of me wanted him out so I could handle him myself. I didn't want the pigs standing in the way of the job I’d been planning since I was a dumbass eighteen-year-old. I waited a long time for this opportunity. Trick was going to get what was coming for him .

Tucking my phone away, I headed to my room. I could have my own place if I wanted to, but I never had any reason to until now. I wanted privacy to deal with Trick on my own. Hell, I had to go to the local library to get on the internet, because I didn’t want Neo poking around where he shouldn’t. If I had my own place, I could look up who was arrested and where the club was at now, but I refused to do it here. I didn't know what Neo was capable of, but the fact that they didn’t kill him when he fucked up told me plenty. He was valuable enough to spare his life and keep him around. He could probably use the wireless or whatever to look into what I was doing. If the officers demanded it, he’d do it in a heartbeat to earn his patch back. He was stupid enough to lose it by betraying the club. Now he had to earn the patch back with the rest of the prospects. Nearly a year after his fuck up, and he was still seen as a pariah.

I dropped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I’d end up just like him if I kept up with what I was doing. I was asking for trouble by going after Trick when Reaper told me not to. I just couldn’t back off. I’d pushed the thoughts of Hannah out of my mind the past few years, focused on prospecting and keeping my head down. Joining the most dangerous MC in the south wasn’t an easy task, and it kept me busy. Then the girls showed up, and I needed to focus on keeping them safe from Hammer or whoever else was screwing with them. For a little while, I let it all go, thinking maybe it was best to just move on from what happened. But then I saw Trick, saw him acting like the same cocky shit I knew when we were kids, and something in me snapped.

He should’ve been broken after what happened. He shouldn’t have come back from that the same old Trick. I didn’t. And it pissed me off that he didn’t fucking care. That she was just a bump in the road on his way to infamy. To this day, I believed he should’ve died right along with her. And since he hadn’t done shit to show he regretted it, I was going to send him to hell myself.