Semua Bab The Devil's Ice (The Road Devils MC 5): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Scars slid his hands under her ass, lifted her against him, angling his hips to reach as far into her as possible. She threw her head back and he ran his tongue down the length of her throat. She gripped his broad shoulders and moaned, long and loud.“Scars,” she whispered.His eyes opened and met hers. He stared at her gorgeous face, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen and luscious. She held his eyes as her orgasm started to build, and she met Scars thrust for thrust, reaching for that release that was so close… just a bit more. A bit more. A bit harder. Oh, God, harder…As if her thoughts had set him off, he gave a long moan and thrust so hard, the force of it pushed her up and off his thighs – her feet left the floor. He lengthened inside her, pushed her sweet spot and her orgasm tore through her. His name fell from her lips over and over again as she came, her pussy tightening and relaxing on him. The clenching on his cock sent his whole body into overdrive, and he heard himse

Salt Lake City, UtahThe Highway Hellions MC ClubhouseTwo days laterWolf pulled up to The Highway Hellions clubhouse, hoping that he looked far more relaxed than he actually felt. He was sure that there were eyes on him right now, and he doubted that any of them were friendly.Taking his time, moving deliberately, he opened the car door – this was the first car that he’d bought since joining The Road Devils, and it was a second-hand piece of shit, and he was already missing his motorcycle like he’d miss air – and stepped into the parking lot. He looked around, noted the MC businesses (a tattoo studio and a bar, somehow both compulsory when talking about biker clubs), and just the sight of them made him long for Blue Dragon and Satan’s so badly, he thought he might crack in two.He grabbed his duffel from the back seat, slung it over his shoulder. His whole life was packed in this bag – Wolf had learned to travel light as a kid, back when he’d kept a packed backpack in his closet – a

“Yeah, sorry.” Scars managed a tiny grin as he saw a bit of the tension leave the other men’s faces. “I don’t know what Bale has on this guy, but I can say that Bale has contact with one of Viper Grant’s boys… and so he has eyes on Wolf. Indirectly, but still.”“Wolf knows who the CI is?” Cole Porter said. “The two of them can cooperate inside the MC?”“No,” Scars said. “That was the one stipulation – non-negotiable – to Bale offering his help: Bale can’t give up his CI. Hell, nobody inside the gangs unit even knows who it is. The guy is high up in the MC, he’s on the executive committee itself. He clearly fears for his goddamn life every minute of every day, and he’s beyond paranoid that some corrupt cop will rat him out to Viper for a nice payday.”“I can see that,” Cole agreed. “Especially with Viper just taking over. He’ll be looking at everyone closely, testing their loyalty to him. Every MC in the goddamn country knows about what Dawson did to Wolf, starting a splinter group and

Ice left the meeting room, feeling better than he had in two weeks. As he’d followed Scars out into the hallway, it had come to him suddenly and in a blinding flash just how badly he needed to be useful, to be of service. To his MC, to his brothers, to his Presidents (both of them, because in his mind Wolf and Scars held that title simultaneously). The fact was that as much as he regarded himself as solitary and removed, as cold and implacable, he was lying to himself about that in some ways. The truth was that he was part of a family of brothers, and he was fiercely driven to protect them.Oh, he’d always excelled at Enforcing, of course, but he’d always thought that it was because he was violent and cruel. He intimidated people with relish, and left men bleeding on a floor without a backwards look, and he could snap a man’s neck without so much as a blink. Zero regrets, no guilt or shame. But maybe it wasn’t rage or violence that drove him on in those moments. Maybe it was because

The first thing that Wolf felt was pain. It sliced through his head so deep that his teeth and cheekbones actually hurt. He bit back a groan, heard breathing coming from in front him, tried to get some sense of who else was in the room with him. There was a sudden kick to his stomach, and the force of it rolled him over. Now he felt the concrete floor beneath him, and its chill brought him back into his body more fully. It came to him that he was completely naked.Another kick, this one aimed at his upper back. “Wake up, asshole.” Wolf opened his eyes, saw a gray wall just a few feet in front of him. He blinked, and full sensation and consciousness rushed into his head, his body, his fingertips. He was one hundred percent awake and aware – and he was seriously fucking pissed off. Too pissed off to feel worry or fear, that was for sure.In a single movement and without any warning, he shot to his feet, turning as he did so: he was gratified to see that Viper and Preacher looked shock