Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) (2 page)

“Oh yes, that’s right. It did take you four times to get the job done, didn’t it? See you around, white boy.” Her snarky tone only turned him on more. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, giving him one last once over and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him pissed and his dick throbbing.

She hadn’t been seen since, which was probably for the best. He’d taken a different woman, sometimes more than one each night since with the hopes of erasing her from his system, to put her out of his thoughts but it had been to no avail.

“Hey, Rumble in ten. You don’t wanna be late.” Tonto grinned as he walked by, lugging a case of beer. Good. Maybe focusing some of his pent up frustration on the fuckin’ Mexicans would do him some good.

Yo Neg rounded the corner, falling in next to Tonto as they walked upstairs where the meetings were held. “Party tonight?”

“Yeah, why? You need to scratch an itch?” Tonto laughed.

“Always. We need some new pussy in here though. It’d be nice to feel something rub against my dick for once when I fuck. These rats are beat out, stretched out, and washed up.”

Tonto laughed. “I’ll see if I can’t round up some fresh after Rumble. There’s been a bunch of requests, I just haven’t had time to go over their background checks and shit. Put your order in with Sandman after and we’ll get some delivered.” He pushed through the door into the room where people were already trickling in to take a seat. He dropped down in his normal spot, propping his foot up against the metal desk that sat in front. Once the room became overstuffed once again with members, Tonto got their attention.

“Yes, I know we need to move Rumble to a bigger facility and we are working on it. Hang tight and I’ll try to make it fast. First order of business, I want you all to welcome back a family member of the Savages, Abi Moon. Even against Sledge's protests, She's been one of us for most of her life, even against all of Sledge’s protests. He couldn’t keep her away, so come on up, Abi.” All eyes turned to the back of the room to see the small girl they all once knew. Yo Neg, on the other hand, dropped his head into his hands, staring at the floorboards. “Fuck me,” he mumbled to himself. He’d only seen her a few times when he too was young coming to the family get togethers with his father, but she had changed so much since those days…as had he.

“You wish,” Tonka said only loud enough for him to hear. Yo Neg looked up to find his brother reveling in his misery with a shit-eating grin. Before Yo Neg had time to retaliate and cover his ass, Abi was standing directly in front of him, smiling smugly.

“It’s good to be back home. College was fine, but now that it’s over, there’s no way Sledge can keep me away from my home.” Her smug smirk set his teeth on edge. Women usually weren’t allowed in Rumble but given she had been a Savage since she was still in pigtails despite being sheltered from most of the life, it was only fitting to give her a proper reintroduction.

Abi had been shoved in one boarding school after another, kept away in Sledge’s poor attempts to give her some normalcy and out of the biker life. His failed attempts only made her seek them out more. When he’d finally gotten her through high school, he didn’t waste anytime sending her to the University of Ohio. But the university didn’t offer much to entertain an eighteen year old, so it wasn’t long that her rebellious boredom landed her into a gym that happened to train and house some of the nation’s top MMA fighters. Halfway through her education, MMA took priority and she’d dropped out of her last two classes, taking to the gym full time.

Sledge had visited a few times, and his choosing to fund housing for her off campus in attempts to keep distractions at a minimum had worked to her advantage once she’d dropped her classes and put all her time into training. She’d managed to keep it a secret for the rest of her time attending college and so far, he was none the wiser.

“We’ll get you settled in after Rumble. It’s good to have you back where you belong, kid.” Tonto hugged her and nodded for her to take her leave. She intentionally walked by Yo Neg, brushing her bare leg against his as she passed.
Little bitch.
Yo Neg held back a growl, both from his throbbing cock and irritation. A few welcome backs were murmured and hugs given as she made her way out, the smirk still tugging at the corners of her lips.

Once the door had firmly closed behind her, Tonto continued with the meeting. “We’ve received word that there’s been Diablos spotted popping up out of nowhere just outside of the Arizona desert. Now, since there aren’t any holes in the fence, they are entering via another route. My guess is they are going
Fast and Furious
through tunnels. After our meeting with the Ops Warriors, most of you know I informed Creed that we would take the ride to check some shit out since we are only a couple hours away. So, I want to send a scout team out. If we can find the rats' hole, it’ll lead back to their head honcho. Eliminate the leader and the brainless cockroaches won’t know what to do.”

“After, we can cut off their way across the border and leave the fuckin’ bastards where they belong, it’ll take awhile for them to come up with another hair brained idea and we can be one step ahead of them.” Digs folded his arms, his normal intensity radiating off him.

“Exactly. We ride tonight. The sooner we can get this shit sorted and finished, the sooner we can get back to normalcy around here.” Tonto continued discussing the so called ‘normal’ business, including financial reports from their businesses and an approximate re-opening of the Pit. With the Diablos hot in the area and since the last little hiccup they’d had, the club had made an anonymous decision to shut their less than legal fight club down and stick to the legal fights and businesses. They’d taken a hit in profits, but had made other ways to compensate their lacking money flow. With headline named bands playing at the casino and popular faces dancing on the poles, they’d still come out banking.

*****

After Rumble, the usual club shindig was in full swing. The ol’ ladies and bitches had prepared enough food to feed an army—which was what they were doing. Spaghetti, bread, salad, and enough dessert selections had the men sitting fat and happy with only one thing on their mind—babes and booze. The rats were already out in full swing, leaving little left to the imagination on what they wanted. Most were half-dressed, walking around in not much more than a Band-Aid for a skirt and a sheer bra or nothing at all covering their tits.

Yo Neg and Tonka sat in the far back corner, watching the night unfold. “Where’s the fresh meat we were promised?” Tonka grumbled. He, like YoNeg, was tired of the same worn out asses night after night. They hadn’t been on a ride in weeks, so getting new cunt was harder in the civilian world. Bitches expected more than they were willing to give. Even the dancers were clingy little sluts, thinking if they got the ‘D’ they were entitled to the cash stack.

“Fuck if I know. He better deliver, my cock is about to fall off from lack of use. These whores are dirtier than the Pit floor. I’d rather rub one out than do one of the house rats.”

“I hear that,” Tonka said, nursing his beer. He’d been in a funk for the past few days, introverted even more than his normal quiet self. Sitting in a room full of rowdy bikers wasn’t his first choice, and once he made an appearance, he planned to duck out early. The tension had been too much lately and he found himself cruising aimlessly down the road most nights, only returning home when the silver light of the moon faded to early dawn. Tonight, riding didn’t even seem appealing. A bottle of Jack and his bed was all he could focus on.

The loud sound of whistles captured his attention and he looked around, half annoyed, half curious to see what the fuss was about. Over by the door, Sandman walked in with a hot new stock of scantily clad rats dressed to impress and eager to please. “Damn. That might give me incentive to stay longer than I had planned…”

“Fuck, check out the ass on that stacked blonde. I can see myself rubbing my dick between those tits…then up in that tight little ass.” Yo Neg took inventory, making mental notes of the ones that made his cock twitch. As he watched the parade close the distance between them, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up when he saw another dark-haired beauty behind them, wearing leather from head to toe, from the vest that left little to the imagination to the second skin pants and high heel boots.
Abi.
His mood took a wild turn as he lost all focus but on her. She greeted those she passed, radiating confidence and a badass air to her that called to him. Instead of following the bimbo train over to where he sat, she branched off and over to the bar, turning those away who dared a death sentence from Sledge for a shot. Instead of her looking for someone, she was content alone and the guys flocked to her. It was a total change of rolls—a Savage eclipse of sorts. He fought back his feelings, mentally smacking himself for his less than tough reaction to her. Hell, she’d walked in the fucking room, and he wanted her to drop to her knees in front of him and suck him off. So he was more than relieved when Sandman approached, waving his arm out to the side.

“You two get first pick before we set the wolves loose.”

“You. Come here.” Tonka pointed at the smallest of the group. The little brunette’s eyes went wide before she plastered on her best fake flirty look and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Yeah, she was fresh all right; barely legal and green broke.

The woman sauntered over to him, propping her hand on her hip. “What’s your name, big boy?” she asked, batting her eyelashes down at him. Tonka’s arm reached out, wrapped around her waist, and yanked her between his parted knees, pulling her against his groin. He couldn’t help but laugh from her pale attempt at formalities.

“Tonka. What’s yours, baby?” He humored her.

“Katy,” she said shyly.

No, she was definitely new to the scene and exactly what the doctor had ordered. She let out a yelp, smiling down in surprise. Time to break her in how he liked ‘em.

Yep. She’s green,
Yo Neg thought
. She won’t be after tonight.
He cocked his head, taking another look at the blonde that had caught his eye first. She didn’t have that semi-innocent glow like the little fawn Tonka had chosen, but she looked like she knew her way around a cock pretty good, which was what he needed tonight—a good rough fuck to get whatever was warped in his brain straight again. While he vaguely heard the girl say her name was Mercy and the corny ‘have mercy’ lame ass joke Tonka spewed, he crooked his finger and stared at her tits. She narrowed her big blue eyes and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she walked, choosing to take matters into her own hands and straddle his lap to skip the formalities. Perfect. Without a word, she leaned down and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth with a little more enthusiasm than he’d expected, not that he was complaining. He pulled her closer, grinding her down on his half stiff rod.

“Mmm. Now that’s what I came for,” her hot breath grazed against his open mouth. When her hands edged up the hem of his t-shirt, he caught them, pinning them together.

“Let’s get one thing straight, bitch. I’m running this show, got it?” He pulled her arms behind her back and held them with one fist as he yanked up her Band-Aid of a top with the other, setting her massive tits free. She didn’t shy away or pull back but the piece of tail Tonka was working on went white.

“Looks like you’ll have your work cut out for you tonight, bro,” he laughed.

“Yeah, but that’s what makes it fun.” Tonka wagged his eyebrows, squeezing the girl on his lap until she squealed and laughed.

“I like a woman who knows how to work a dick.” Yo Neg lowered his head and sucked her nipple in his mouth, biting down gently until the blonde moaned under him, arching her back, pushing closer for more. “Fuck yeah. Why don’t you get down here and get my dick good and hard, you dirty little slut.”

The blonde scooted off his lap, allowing her little short skirt to flip up and expose her bare ass. She looked over her shoulder giving a seductive smile before dropping to her knees. As Yo Neg leaned back, she unfastened his jeans and pulled his cock out, lowering her mouth over him. With experienced precision, she had him hard and throbbing in a matter of seconds with a few licks and sucks. The little bitch hollowed her cheeks and picked up her pace before cramming him all the way down her throat to swallow. The surprise had him growling, his balls hitting her chin in perfect porn star style. “Damn that’s good. Suck that dick, bitch.” She looked up with her big blue eyes smiling and did as he asked.

He laced one hand through her hair, shoving her face down even farther before pulling her back. He leaned his head up, half conscious to the crowd around him to the point he barely heard Tonka speaking to the girl he had grabbed.

“You see what she’s doing? I want you to suck me like that,” Tonka instructed, his voice showing the amusement he took in the girl’s inexperience.

Yo Neg half-heartedly laughed, not envious in the least of having to teach someone when he had this experienced piece of ass working him good. She slurped and sucked, pounding the head of his rod against the back of her throat every so often and other times swallowing him deep. The rat had his dick so sopping wet it was running over his balls. The anticipation of what would come amplified his arousal. As his eyes roamed, half glazed with lust, he spotted Abi across the room and he almost froze. What he saw wasn’t what he expected…or was it that he’d hoped to see more? Abi’s icy smirk was as emotionless as she was. She didn’t seem surprised, or have even a sliver of jealousy reflected on her face. As fucked up as it was, just the fact she was looking at him made him harder, if that was possible. Her eyes glanced at Tonka before she turned around, slamming another shot.

The blonde didn’t let him dwell on what was or wasn’t in her reaction. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up, his dick plopping out of her mouth with a loud ‘plop’. He ripped her clothes off, tossing them on the floor at their feet. He grabbed a rubber out of his pocket and ripped the foil open with his teeth as he bent her over, sliding it on just seconds before plunging his dick in her with the first stroke. Thankfully the little bitch was already wet because he didn’t want to waste time with the touchy feely shit. He needed to fuck and blow his load, whether she came or not. Greedy? Yep. But right now he didn’t give a flying damn. He slammed into her, watching her tits swing back and forth until his hand grabbed one of the huge globes and squeezed, using it for leverage to take her even harder. She moaned, enjoying it more than he’d thought, not that he felt much guilt. When her pussy walls squeezed around him like a vise and her body began to shake as she screamed out her orgasm, he exploded into the rubber, pumping it full as he rode out the last few drops. When he was done he pulled out, removing the condom and handing it to her. “Here, take care of this. Thanks, baby.” She took it, grinning.