Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

6. Spike

CHAPTER 6

SPIKE

“Better watch it, or you’re gonna turn into a creeper.”

I glance over my shoulder at Skye who’s wiping down the bar even though she and the other bartenders at Purgatory keep it relatively spotless. I’ve been here for hours, scoping out my options, but the last thirty minutes I’ve been focused on the group in the corner. More specifically, the chick in the shiny mini-dress and stilettos.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter before downing the rest of my beer.

“Why don’t you go over and introduce yourself?” she suggests as she gets me another beer.

The girl throws her head back and laughs at something, and her smile practically lights up the smoky bar. My cock stirs behind my zipper, and I don’t even bother to hide having to adjust myself.

“Maybe I will,” I reply, no longer trying to deny that I’m interested.

“Go get ‘er, Spike,” Skye calls while I start to walk toward the group.

Apple’s song comes to an end, and the closer I get to them, the more I can hear their conversation, and the more intrigued I become.

“Okay, your turn, Ivory,” the girl who was just twerking singsongs as she sits down.

Finally, a name to go with the face.

“I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” Ivory declines.

“You can’t! We’ve all done one.”

She shrugs. “I’m not in the mood tonight. Can’t we just sit here and enjoy the rest of the show?”

“You’ve never backed down from a dare, Ivory,” the only guy in the group taunts.

She seems to think about what to do before taking a sip of her drink and declaring, “Fine, let’s see what you got.”

Twerking girl scans the bar and grins widely when her eyes settle on Malice, who’s standing near the stage so he can be close to Apple.

“I’ve got just the dare for you,” she says.

“Aw, fuck, Tia,” Ivory groans. “Get that look off your face. You know how I feel about bikers.”

Hmmm… This should be interesting.

“I do,” Tia confirms. “But you said you wanted to see what we had, so…”

“I double dog dare you to take a chance on a biker.”

The words are out of my mouth as soon as I’m within earshot of the group, and all eyes turn to me.

“Excuse me?” Ivory says, her gaze traveling from my face down to my boots and back again. “Were you eavesdropping?”

The guy smacks her playfully on the shoulder. “Who the fuck cares, heifer?”

My hackles rise at the nickname, and I step closer to him. “Call her that again, and we’re gonna have a real fuckin’ problem.”

Ivory settles her hand on my bicep, and I swear sparks fly between us. “He didn’t mean anything by it.” She turns to her friend. “Did you, Eric?”

“Of course not,” Eric says. “Hell, Ivory’s my bestie. I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

I relax slightly. “Good to know.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Tia begins. “Let’s get back to that whole double dog dare thing.”

I grin, my eyes remaining on Ivory. “Seems to me that you were up in your little game. Figured I’d help with that.”

“I don’t date bikers,” Ivory quips, crossing her arms over her chest.

Clearly, she doesn’t realize how much that little movement pushes up her cleavage, and I sure as hell ain’t tellin’ her.

“Gonna have to dance with me first, sweetheart,” I say. “Then maybe I’ll consider dating.”

“Ooh, I like him,” Eric beams. “Can we keep him, Ivory? Please?”

“I dare you to dance with…” Tia glances at me and drops her gaze to my patch. “Spike.”

“Hunter,” I supply. “My name is Hunter. My road name is Spike. You can call me either.”

Tia smiles and faces Ivory. “I dare you to dance with Hunter slash Spike.”

Ivory rolls her eyes. “You sure? You don’t want to think about it for a minute, maybe come up with something… better?”

“Oh, she’s sure,” Eric states.

“Fine.”

Ivory grabs my hand and tries to drag me to the middle of the bar, but I don’t budge. When she glares at me over her shoulder, I arch a brow.

“It’d be nice if you didn’t act like you were on your way to be slaughtered,” I tease.

“For all I know, I could be.”

“I think I can do a little better than that. Be right back.”

Tugging out of her grip, I hurry toward the stage and Malice.

“She’s hot, bro,” he says when I reach him.

“And I need her hot for me,” I counter. “Get your old lady to play that song.”

“What song? She’s got a lot of them.”

“You know the one…” I snap my fingers as I try to remember the name. “Drives women crazy and ma?—

“I got ya covered.” Malice pats me on the shoulder before shoving me back in the direction I came from.

Ivory remains where I left her, her stare seeming to penetrate clear through to my soul. The intensity of it sends my heart rate through the roof, and I take several deep breaths to calm myself. She’s already wary of bikers and jumping her bones right here, right now won’t win me any brownie points.

When I reach her, Apple shifts to a new song, and Ivory’s eyes light up.

“I love this song!” she exclaims when I reach her.

“Soul of a Saint,” I say, the title coming to me out of nowhere. “Everybody loves it.”

“Did you do this?” she asks.

“What?”

“Did you get her to play this?”

I grin. “Yep.”

“Hmm.”

Grabbing her hand, I pull her close and wrap my arms around her as the song’s beat fills the room. For a moment, Ivory stiffens, but she quickly relaxes against me.

I don’t know how long we dance, but when she shifts back and levels her gaze on mine, I know one thing for certain: I’m getting laid tonight.

Thank you, Apple.

Ivory looks over her shoulder at her friends and some silent conversation must take place because the next thing I know, they’re waving and she’s leading me toward the door.

“Where ya taking me?” I ask, not really giving a damn.

She stops before exiting and spins to face me. “You double dog dared me to take a chance on a biker, did you not?”

“I did.”

“Were you really just looking for a dance? Or did you have more in mind?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“I might be a biker, but contrary to what you seem to think, we’re not all bad. I’d never want you to do something you didn’t want.”

“But you do want more than a dance?” she asks again.

I smirk and lower my eyes to my very obvious erection. “What do you think?”

“I think we need to get outta here.”

Twenty minutes and an Uber ride later, and we’re checking into a motel near the interstate. I know next to nothing about this chick, so the clubhouse was out, and she said she lives about an hour away, and I wasn’t waiting that long to get her naked.

“So…” Ivory dips her chin. “We’re really doing this.”

I close and lock the door to our room before spinning her around to pin her against the wall. “Only if you want to.”

Please want to.

She hesitates for a moment, and just when I’m about to step back, she jumps up and wraps her legs around my hips. I slam my lips against hers and dart my tongue past the seam to swirl around the recesses of her mouth.

Ivory moans, and I swallow the sound. Without breaking the kiss, I carry her to the bed and sit on the edge of the mattress with her on my lap. Her dress is hiked up, exposing her thighs, and I run my hands up her flesh until I reach her ass.

“Mmm, thong,” I groan. “I approve.”

“Good to know.”

I rear back and grin. “That’s the kinda statement that makes me think there’ll be an encore.”

“Let’s see if you can get a standing ovation first.”

Growling, I stand and twist, tossing her onto the bed. She laughs, and the husky sound goes straight to my dick. I slowly take off my cut and hang it over the back of one of two chairs in the room. Then I strip out of my clothes, letting them fall into a pile on the floor.

“Holy shit,” Ivory mutters, her eyes widening as she takes in my hard cock.

I take myself in hand and tug. “I’ll fit.”

She scoots into a sitting position and shakes her head. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Get that dress off so we can find out,” I command.

She wastes no time yanking it over her head. My eyes are immediately drawn to her lace bra as she reaches behind to unhook it. Ivory slowly drags the straps down her shoulders, letting it fall to reveal her breasts. I stroke my cock while I admire her perfectly curved body. With her gaze on my dick, she cups her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples.

I come undone at the sight. Pushing her down gently, I crawl over her body. She slips her hands around my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. She tastes like wintergreen and booze, and the combination is intoxicating.

As my tongue glides across her lips, she drags her feet up the back of my legs. When she pulls away again, she levels her eyes on mine.

“So, biker boy,” she purrs. “Ya gonna show me what ya got and make this double dog dare worthy, or are we just gonna make out like teenagers?”

My eyebrows shoot up, and I grin. “Be careful what you ask for,” I say, and then I reach between us to line my cock up with her entrance.

Ivory moans loudly, and I thrust inside her, eliciting a more guttural response. I lean close to her ear and brush my tongue around the shell.

“Told ya I’d fit,” I whisper, and she shivers.

I piston in and out, in and out, the walls of her pussy practically vibrating around me. Ivory digs her heels into my lower back and her nails into my shoulder blades. She lifts her hips to meet each of my thrusts, and every one of my nerve endings seem to burn from the sparks flying between us.

I’ve had my fair share of sex, but with Ivory, it’s primal. It’s explosive. It’s… perfect.

Sliding my hand down, I flick her clit with my thumb, and she bucks wildly.

“Aw, damn,” she groans, throwing her head back.

“Come for me,” I order, pinching her clit as I continue hammering into her cunt.

Her entire body quivers, and she flies over the edge of ecstasy. My balls draw up tight, and my spine tingles just before I explode. Our orgasms seem to last forever, in the best possible way, and when we each settle, I roll off her.

“That was?—”

“Double dog dare worthy,” I state.

Ivory laughs. “It was.” She curls into my side. “But please tell me that’s not all ya got?”

I turn my head to look at her, and the gleam in her eyes has my dick swelling again.

“We’ve only just begun.”