All Chapters of The Devil's Silver (The Road Devils MC 2): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Yeah, that’s another problem. It’s the Prez and Vice-President going at it, and the guys are kind of caught in the middle. Fox has told them to stay out of any problems between them, Sabotage sure as hell has told them to stay out of it, and so they stand back and watch the arguments. I’m guessing that Sabotage upping things to a physical attack was a surprise, and they didn’t react as they usually would.”“But –” Jo was utterly perplexed. “Why doesn’t Fox just… I don’t know… whatever the MC equivalent of firing Sabotage would be? I just don’t get how any man can shout at or throw a punch at Fox and not be… whatever. Kicked out of the club?”“Oh, discipline is way possible,” Zeke said darkly. “Believe me, angel, you don’t want to know what these MC boys can do to even each other, if the Prez gives his orders.”“But Fox puts up with it? Why?” Jo looked over at Nell again. “And what does his mother say about it? She knows the life, she knows how her husband was treated. Surely she’d wa

“Wait. You’re staying across the road too?” he rasped. “In number seven?”“Mmm-hmmm.” For good measure, Jo batted her eyelashes and he laughed. “So what do you think, shall we get you out of those beer-stained clothes and freshened up in my bathtub?”“Maybe. You gonna be in there with me, Ana?”“You bet, Zeke. Swimming lengths.”He laughed again, then he stopped and stared at her. Like just stared, stared like he’d stripped her red dress off her trembling body, stripped off her white cotton panties, stripped off all her defenses and left her vulnerable and completely naked under that intense gaze. Like he saw every single thing that she was and wanted to be, all her tangled-up dreams and wishes for tonight, and for tomorrow. Like he was seeing her as she so longed to be for him, for herself.Like he was seeking her damn soul.“What are you doing here, sweet thing?” he asked softly, and she heard the layers and levels to that question. “What are you really doing here?”“In this bar?”“

Suddenly, Zeke pulled back. He was still again, his hands back around her waist and unmoving. He held her gaze for a few intense seconds, then he smiled and said, “For a first move, that one was damn impressive.”Jo giggled in surprised relief. “Really?”“Hell yeah, angel.” He moved his hands up her body, up the sides of her breasts to rest lightly on her bare shoulders. She shivered at his warm touch, wanting to feel it all over her body, over every inch of her skin. That was when her fear just dissipated like dew in morning sunshine, just fell away like scales on her eyes. She suddenly understood that she wanted and needed this, and that she wasn’t going to feel afraid or ashamed about what she wanted and needed.She’d spent enough years of her life steeped in fear and shame. That ended this second. It ended here.A woman with a mission now, Jo took Zeke’s hand and gave him a small tug to follow her to the bathroom. He did so without a word, let her take the lead without protest. T

Silver took her wet, shiny nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue and fingers swirling at the same time. Ana’s whole body was lifting to offer herself to him – her breasts, her hips – and he fought to stay in control. He moved to kiss her other breast now, his hand still lazily stroking her pussy, and she shuddered with need.He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his again. As their lips met, his middle finger slid inside her tight channel and her whole body stiffened against him. He pushed in farther, felt her pussy flutter around his finger and his cock pulsed.“Zeke!” she cried out. “Please!”“Not yet, Ana,” he muttered against her open mouth. “You come when I say so. You hear me?”She nodded and relaxed again. Her thighs fell open wider now, and he slipped a second finger inside her heat, moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. She moved her hips in time with his rhythm, rising and falling on his fingers and he murmured encouragement against her

She was back now, walking over to the bed carrying two glasses of water, naked and gorgeous in the pure moonlight. He eyed her body as she approached, and at the sight of those traffic-stopping curves, he found himself getting hard again already. He knew that women’a magazines and Hollywood glorified thin women, small women and the closer to a damn size ‘0’, the better. But he was a guy who really, genuinely wanted a woman with hips, breasts, thighs and ass – he wanted a woman-and-a-half in every direction. And that’s exactly what Ana was, in her 50’s screen siren dress and out of it.She handed him his water and then joined him on the bed. He reached out and stroked her thigh as he drank, loving to be able to touch her when and how he wanted. He’d suspected that she’d feel like molten silk under his fingers – hot and cool, welcoming and dangerous – and he hadn’t been wrong. Ana was a pleasure to touch… and he wasn’t done taking his pleasure of her.“So,” he said, putting the glass o