Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC (13 page)

I had to lower my body further still so I could place one hand on the floor for support. Deep voices shouted obscenities, suggestions, offers. Bouncers closed in, ready to start hurling bodies of it got too rowdy.

My orgasm manifested with little warning. I dropped to the hard surface of the stage, moaning and undulating with an animal lust as I plunged my fingers deep, riding the waves of my very public climax.

Shouts erupted in the audience but I didn't look up. I couldn't. There was no way I'd be able to face anyone after that. Instead I rolled onto my stomach and stood, covering my face with one arm, and rushed back offstage. I didn't even have my skirt rearranged before the manager grabbed my elbow in a bony hand. "I don't give a fuck what Viper says to you next time," she hissed, "That type of act is dangerous. That crazy fucker's gonna bring this whole place down around our ears."

I furrowed my brows. "I thought you worked for him. I was just following orders."

Her grip loosened. "Hell no we don't work for that fucking outsider." Her expression finally softened - the first time I'd seen it do so. "He's overseeing the place temporarily. Things will be a little better when he leaves. You'll see."

But I think I'm leaving with him. Oh, God...
"When's that?"

She shrugged. Her angry demeanor was back as quickly as it had faded. "How the fuck would I know? A week, two? Go get your clothes back on."

A couple weeks. I stumbled back to the dressing rooms and found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that sat in a cardboard box of clothes that someone had brought by. The only articles explicitly handed to me were the dance costumes. I dressed quickly and, finding a baseball cap and tugging it on to hide my face, I walked back out past the stage and to the bar.

But Viper was gone. "Business," one of the bartenders said.

"Did he leave me anything?"

"Not a thing."

Fuck
. I was starting to sweat. What was I going to do?

"Hey. New girl. Ivy?" I bounced over to the booth, smiling shyly. The president of the club wanted to see
me?

"What can I do for you?"

His handsome face took me in. He was tall, lean, and intimidating. I wouldn't want to meet this guy in a dark alley at night. He sipped a beer alone. "Where you from?"

"Connecticut."

"Far away. What brings you all the way out to the desert?"

I shrugged. "Running." It was a summary of the truth. Somehow I knew those considering eyes would see through a lie.

"Are you being chased? Anyone we need to worry about?"

"No. He gave up by Kansas."

"Good," he said, nodding. "Any drug habits? Vices? Other things we might need to know about?"

I grimaced. "No drugs. God, no. But..."

"But?"

"Collections won't stop calling me."

He laughed. The president of the motorcycle club laughed. I smiled along, unsure if this was a good or bad reaction. "We get a lot of ladies with a lot of problems passing through here, and you're the only one that led that conversation with debt." He brought his glass down to the table with a jolly slam. His eyes darkened, though his lips still twitched with amusement. "Ever been with a president, honey?"

Why had that memory pushed its way into my head? Maybe because I missed the club so badly. I’d had no clue how good I’d had it.

Sex with Bill had been a rough affair - a lot of athletic position changes, a lot of banging against the walls - but dammit, he'd
enjoyed
it.

I looked up at the man fucking me with disdain. There was no enjoyment there, no fun. Sex for these guys was all about feeling powerful, feeling dominant, or just plain getting off. Fuck, even Gunner, who was all about power games, who liked to fucking choke me, would crack a joke once in a while. I would see barely contained fury in his eyes almost all the time. He wasn't a nice guy. But he wasn't like
this.

The balding man wouldn't meet my eyes. He stared straight ahead as he thrust in and out of my body. I might as well have not even been there.

But he swore he would give me a hit when he had finished.

I'd tried to hold out, to wait until Viper relented, or until the awful sick feeling passed. I didn't want it to come to begging strangers. But the manager and the girls couldn't - or wouldn't - help me out at all.

What am I doing? What have I become? What the hell would Theo think?

I thought of him constantly - his deep brown eyes, his muscled, tattooed chest. I pretended he was coming for me. I imagined he was hiding out there amongst the other men, waiting for his chance to snatch me up and take me away.

I hummed a tune to myself as the man’s strokes became more ragged.

"Shut up shut up shut up." He grunted heavily as he came.
At least this one had enough brains to use a condom.
I waited for him to dispose of the thing before bringing up what he'd promised.

"We had a deal," I said, extending my arm.

He hesitated. "Supplies-"

"You promised!" I growled the words like an animal, teeth bared. "What kind of man breaks a promise?"

He considered it for a moment before pulling the supplies from his coat with a muttered curse.

The wave of relief I felt just watching him prepare the needle was the most frightening part of all.

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I looked out at the audience and despaired. How many shifts had I done? How many fucks, how many hits? I was unhealthy, and tired, and there was nothing pretty left.
Why not just shoot me?

I danced and scanned the faces of the crowd and dreamed of sleep. Blissful sleep, the kind where you drift off in warmth and comfort, just sinking into it, with no fear, no sickness, no sweating or tremors, the type where you never want to wake up.

One face tickled something in my brain, raising an unbidden memory.

"Take me for a spin?"

The young man laughed and looked around. "Me?" I stood on the porch of the clubhouse and admired his motorcycle - black and chrome and impeccably clean.

"Yeah, you. I've never been on one."

He grinned. "Obviously, since you called it a ‘spin.’ You go for a
ride
."

"Well?"

He put on a mock serious face. "A girl's first ride is a special and sacred thing. You sure you want to do it with a lowly Prospect?"

"Hell yes. Let's go!"

Irish.

I could have sworn that I saw his face hidden beneath a ratty old baseball cap.

I finished my dance and rushed out to the tables as quickly as I could. He turned as I warily approached. Our eyes locked, and I felt like my heart seized up. It was him.
Play it cool. Viper is watching
.

"Want a private dance, mister?"

He nodded, looking like he was seeing a ghost. I led him to one of the booths and guided him into sitting in front of me. I danced close, slow and sexy, turning my body so Viper couldn't see me talking from his spot at the bar.

"You found me," I breathed.

“We've known where you were for a while. This place has been heavily guarded, though."

"But they let you in?"

"Stole an identity. The door guy didn't recognize my face, at least. Jesus, Ivy, are you okay?"

I bit my lip. I couldn't answer that. "It's really good to see you, Irish. Open your pants."

"What?" His jaw dropped.

"If you want to keep talking, you have to fuck me. He's watching."

"No! Are you crazy? Ivy..."

I leaned in close, lifting my chest near his face. "It’s not like we haven’t done it before. Please. He'll make me stop dancing for you if we don't. He'll send me to someone else."

He grimaced like he was in pain. "Shit. Fuck." But he unbuckled his pants.

I slipped his cock free - it was nearly hard already, thanks to my suggestive dance moves. I gave him a few strokes and a reassuring smile, then climbed onto his lap, flipped my skirt up and impaled myself on his hardness.

He groaned. "Thank you," I whispered. I took his hand and kissed his fingertips. "You're the only friendly face I've seen." Settling into a slow rhythm, I asked, "How am I going to get out of here?"

He took a shaky breath. "We can't storm the place. We have to wait until they move you. We were afraid we were too late already, we've been hitting as many trucks as we could..." He wiped tears from my eyes that I didn't even know were there.

"Everyone's looking for me?"

He nodded. My heart swelled.
They didn’t forget about me. I just have to hang on a little longer
. "All I know is that they’re moving me to the east coast in the next week or so. That guy - Viper - he's obsessed with killing Theo. I doubt he'll leave here with him still alive."

"Theo. Fuck, he's gonna kill me for this."

I froze. My hands gripped his shoulders tight. Irish gently stroked my back.

"He's been out of his mind over you," he said softly. "He'd tear this place apart with his bare hands if we weren't holding him back." A sad smirk quirked his lip up. "Dawn, too."

I rested my head on his shoulder.
My friends. Theo. I have to get back to them
. "What do we do? What can
I
do?"

He took off his watch. "I'm gonna put this in your hair. Er, sorry." He gently tugged my head back by my ponytail and planted his mouth on my neck. The warmth between my legs burned hotter at the touch of his lips. Sex with Irish had always been uncomplicated. Not wild enough for my tastes, but he was always quick to make a joke or laugh at his own expense. But now I'd had more than my fill of rough and crazy; his soft touch was a comfort, and I held his head to me as he wrapped his watch inside my hair tie.

I pulled him up for a kiss, hungry and desperate, and began moving with more urgency in his lap again, his cock still rock hard and straining inside me.

"Oh girly, I'm so sorry. We're gonna get you out of here. But I have to go." He tried to push me away, but I clung to him and rocked my hips. He groaned. "What about Theo?"

I laughed bitterly. "I'm fucking his sworn enemy for hits of H."

"Fuck."

"Give this to me, Irish. I don't know if I'll ever even see him again."

His voice was fierce. "You will." But he obliged. He laid me out on my back along the booth's seat so we were partially blocked by the table, then climbed between my legs. He slid inside me with a slow, sure stroke.

Then he smiled. "Dawn will kill me, too."

I clapped a hand over my mouth. "She's finally realized that you exist?"

He shrugged. "Still calls me Prospect. But yeah."

"Oh, God. I can't even believe it." I drew him close and whispered, "Fuck me, Irish. She'll forgive you. We'll pretend this is that time at the bar, when we found that expensive bourbon and thought Nella wouldn't miss it."

With a hand on my cheek and a thumb on my clit, he obliged. He picked up his slow pace and pounded into me, keeping his eyes on mine, and I pretended I was with him back at the clubhouse. He was more sure of himself now, working my sensitive button with gentle circles, slowly increasing the pressure even as his cock slammed home over and over.
My friend
.

He kissed me as I came, muffling my soft cries, inhaling my staggered breaths, until he came, too, with a strangled groan.

I stood and let him rearrange his pants. "Tell Theo I'm okay," I said, my voice small. "Don't tell him about Viper or the drugs. I don't want him to worry. I don’t want him to get reckless."

He looked doubtful, but he nodded. "Just don't lose the watch." I walked with him part of the way to the front door, but broke off and joined Viper at the bar. I felt stronger. Braver.
The troops are mobilized
.

"That took fucking forever," he sneered.

"Kid couldn't keep it up," I scoffed. "Said I look like a corpse up close. Couldn't deal with it."