Devil on My Shoulder: A Biker Erotic Romance (Camden Knights MC) (2 page)

“Yeah, left, I remembered,” answered Short John, more than a little upset that it seemed that Pax would never forget that he had once missed identifying a Marauder because he was looking for the mark on the right side of the neck. Luckily Pax had spotted him before he could lunge with his knife, but he had been able to get way too close to Pax and had afterwards been able to escape without harm into the crowds.

They sat more or less in silence watching as the bar slowly emptied of the few college students who were still there. After the last of the other customers left, Sammie came over to the table. “Time for a refill?” she asked.

“Same all around,” answered Pax. Then he added, “Pour a double Jack for yourself and join us, since the place is empty.”

“I prefer Jim and Coke,” she answered, “but I'll join you.”

She poured the drinks and returned to the table. As she set the Pepsi in front of Short John and the 7-Up in front of Jimmy, she asked Pax: “Are you sure your friends don’t want something stronger?”

Pax laughed and answered, “Oh, I am sure they want something stronger, but they have concealed carry permits and if something goes down tonight, they damn well better be able to blow a zero for the detectives. Otherwise the cops will throw them in jail. Then I would have to go down in the morning and bail their asses out, even though their asses are nowhere near as pretty as yours.”

She sat down and said with a laugh, “You do love my ass, don’t you?”

“There’s a lot to love, but I love all of you. And I especially love your eyes. Isn’t that color a little unusual for a Hispanic?”

“Not all Hispanics are Tex-Mex or Mestizo,” she answered. Her laugh was a little colder, like she was tired of having to explain her beautiful, but light-colored eyes to Anglos. “There are a lot of famous blue-eyed Hispanics. Most have a touch of green near the center like I do. People just don’t realize those actors on TV or those models staring down at them from the billboards are descendants of the Conquistadors.”

She laughed again, this time more warmly, and said, “Should I ask you why you’re a brown-eyed German?”

“Point taken,” Pax replied. Then he asked, “Is it always this quiet in here?”

“Thursday night is always pretty slow,” she answered. “But it is especially slow with four bikes parked out front with a Camden Knight standing guard over them.”

“Actually there are five bikes, and Dave is standing guard over that door and me, not the bikes.”

“Where’s the fifth rider?” asked Sammie.

“Tommy’s up the street standing guard over Dave.” answered Short John. “If anything happens, he or Dave pull the string and this thing goes off.” He held up a small device that looked somewhat like a radio and said “Safe Baby Alert System” on the top of it. “You’re supposed to pin the string to your baby and put the transmitter under the car seat.” Short John explained. “If anyone tries to take the kid out of the seat, it pulls the pin and this thing screams like you wouldn’t believe.”

Pax continued the explanation, “If they get attacked or shot or whatever, they still have time to pull the string.”

“So you came here expecting trouble?”

“These days we always expect trouble,” answered Pax. “We came here expecting to meet someone who could tell us how Long John died. But it looks like whoever it was isn’t going to show. I don’t think it’s worth it to sit around until you close at four AM just to see if he might show up.”

“We close at midnight on weekdays,” said Sammie. “It’s part of an agreement the owner has with the university. They don’t give him a hard time about the name, and he closes at midnight on school nights. Most of the students have run out of money by then anyway and would only sit around taking up tables, so it works for everyone.”

“Why don’t I stop back just before midnight?” Pax suggested. “I could give you a ride home... or wherever. Maybe we could sit somewhere and talk without my friends listening to every word.”

“That would be nice,” Sammie answered. “We could sit and talk and then you could take me back to my apartment... or wherever.”

Pax downed his drink and made a head motion to Jimmy, who immediately got up and went to the door. He stepped outside and then returned a moment later and said “Clear.” Pax and Short John rose and walked to the door.

Pax turned back toward the bar just before leaving and said, “See you at midnight.” Then he was gone. The sound of five motorcycles rumbling to life filled the bar for a few moments, and then died down as they roared off into the night.

Sammie cleared the table and smiled. At last a man who wasn’t afraid of her size, or her father. Well, Pax didn’t know about her father yet, but she was sure that if he did, he wouldn’t be afraid of him.

Paxton returned to the Wild Kat at a quarter to twelve. This time he was alone, or at least Sammie heard only one bike as he arrived. If his bodyguards were with him, they were staying at a very discreet distance.

“I gave Short John and Jimmy the rest of the night off,” he said as he entered the bar. “They’re back at the clubhouse drinking.”

Sammie noticed that Pax was not wearing his Knights jacket. Instead he was wearing a plain denim jacket that matched his blue jeans. He walked over and sat in the corner booth, where he quietly watched her finish with the couple of customers who were still there and begin her closing routine. He seemed to know that she had her own routine for closing down the bar and wouldn’t appreciate his help or assistance.

She also noticed that he watched her carefully as she cleared the tables and cleaned and put away the plates and glassware. She could tell that his eyes were glued to her ample rear end as she walked from the bar to the tables and back.

At midnight, the last of the customers were gone and she locked the front door. As she started to put the chairs up on the tables so the overnight cleaning crew could mop the floors, Pax finally spoke, “I’ll do that for you if you want,” he said. “That way we can get out of here faster.”

Sammie nodded her approval and went behind the bar to count out the cash drawer. She wrote the totals down in a book that was kept behind the bar, and then opened one of the two floor safes to leave the cash for the night. The other safe had a slot for pushing money into it and was only used on busy days when the till was carrying too much cash. This safe was left open and empty until the night’s receipts were placed in it. As she closed it with a rather loud clang, she said, “All done. We can go now.”

Pax was finished with the chairs, and was standing by the front door. “I hope you don’t mind riding on the back of a motorcycle,” he said.

“I’ve been on a bike once or twice before,” she answered. She had put on a thin, white jacket over her red blouse. It had “The Wild Kat” printed on it in blue letters, with the A of “Kat” enlarged and printed in the red and blue outline of the logo of the University of Arizona.

They rode to an all-night diner about a mile away. Neither of them was actually hungry, so they sat sipping coffee and talking for several hours. Pax asked Sammie questions about herself, most of which she deflected, and he talked about his dreams of making the Knights a more legitimate organization. “I’ve seen where the path we’re on eventually leads,” he said with sadness in his eyes and in his voice. “It’s one thing to be wild and rebel against what society says you have to do. It’s another to intentionally destroy each other. Laws are made by man, but honor is a part of life.”

Sammie almost blurted out the truth about herself, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say what she knew she should say. Finally Pax said, “I guess it’s time for me to take you home.”

“Or wherever,” she added.

“If we go back to my place, you know where that will lead,” he said looking directly into her blue-green eyes.

“I’ve known where it would lead ever since that moment you stepped into the bar,” she answered.

Fifteen minutes later they were going up the back steps to his apartment over the Knights clubhouse. “There are two apartments up here,” he explained as they reached the top of the stairs. “Long John used to live in the other one. I paid for a lot of the repairs and renovations, so he made me a half owner. His half went to the club in his will.”

They stood before the open door of his apartment for several minutes in silence. Finally he asked her, “Are you sure about this?”

Sammie’s answer was to push him through the door, throw her arms around him, and kiss him violently and forcefully. The lust and desire that had been building up in each of them exploded within their bodies, and they tore at each other’s clothing while Pax lead them toward the bedroom. The security lights on the front of the building dimly lit the room. He threw back the covers and they collapsed onto the bed. He entered her almost immediately, and both climaxed very shortly thereafter.

They lay on the bed in the semi-darkness of the room for several minutes, breathing heavily and hugging each other. “Now that we have released a little of the pent-up passion,” Pax said, “We can take our time and enjoy each other.”

Sammie gave a soft moan as a response, but then as Pax began to move off of her, she winced and stifled a grunt of pain. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No,” she answered. “I pulled something in my back earlier tonight moving a couple of cases in the storeroom.”

“Then what you need,” he replied, “is a one-hundred percent guaranteed, muscle relaxing massage.” He got off the bed, went into the bathroom, and returned a few moments later carrying a large bottle of baby oil. “Turn over on your stomach,” he said as he went over to the doorway to turn on the lights.

“You have a very beautiful body,” he said when the room became light.

“I know,” Sammie responded, “and you especially love my ass.”

“I said I love all of you,” he answered as he climbed back up on the bed to kneel alongside her. He warmed some of the oil in his hands and began spreading it on her back. He rubbed it into her muscles, paying special attention to the cold knot in the middle of her left side. After the knot had been relaxed out, he began working on her shoulders. Sammie purred in pleasure as her body relaxed totally under his hands.

Her purring became moaning as he moved down and began kneading her buttocks. Pax continued on down and worked on each leg independently, rubbing the oil deeply into the muscles of her thighs and calves. He even massaged her feet and toes. As he moved back up her body, his hands moved farther and farther between her legs until he reached her buttocks once again, with one hand firmly between her legs rubbing her flowing cunt as he massaged her shapely globes. Her moans were now grunts as she pushed hard against his hand.

“Turn over,” he said, and she did so. Pax moved his hands back down to her feet and once again worked his way up her legs with the oil massage. By the time he reached her crotch she was thrusting herself upward and bouncing on the bed. He poured more oil onto her breasts and stomach and positioned himself between her legs.

He entered her easily and began thrusting, slowly at first, and then building in speed and strength. She lifted her legs so that, as he rocked on her, his weight was almost totally on her clit. After a short while she exploded in a tremendous orgasm. Pax joined her in her peak of passion moments later.

He continued to lay upon her, playing with her ample breasts and rubbing more oil into them. Suddenly he saw it. On the very top of her left breast, small, but very distinct, was a red devil with black horns and a black goatee. Beneath it were the initials “TJ.” She was a Marauder Momma!

Pax suddenly raised himself back up to his knees and said in shock, “You’re a Marauder! You’re a Marauder girl!” he almost shouted.

“No,” she answered. “Well... yes, but not the way you think.”

“TJ,” he said loudly. “You’re one of Theo’s Mommas!”

“No,” she answered, “I’m Theo’s girl.”

“Same difference,” he spat out. “Did he send you to me to spy on me?”

“I’m not Theo’s girlfriend!” she said almost shrilly. “I’m Theo’s daughter!”