Stoney's Property (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 1) Page 8

  “Maybe you should ask me instead of snapping at your cousin.” I whip around to find Stoney standing in the mouth of the hallway, shirtless and barefoot.

  Holy shit, I’m in trouble.

  18

  Stoney

  I’d fumed the whole way back home, wanting to cause pain to someone. Anyone. By the time I made it to the clubhouse and checked the time, I realized I’d made it here an hour earlier than I should have. Climbing off my bike, I stalk into the clubhouse, wanting to do nothing but pass out in my bed.

  “Stoney,” Cherry Pie’s squeal pisses me off as she jumps into my arms. If not for her opening her fuckin’ mouth to Rachel, I’d be balls deep inside my woman. Instead, I’d left her with her cousin, needing time to cool off before I confronted her.

  “Get the fuck away from me, bitch,” I growl, pushing her off me.

  “But Stoney, babe, I’m always in your bed when you get back from a run,” she whines, clinging to my arm and brushing her tits against me.

  “If you don’t get your hands off me and back the fuck up, you’re goin’ to find your ass on the floor,” I seethe.

  “B–But you . . .” she starts but lets go of my arm when I glare at her. “You wouldn’t hurt me,” she murmurs like I’d hurt her feelings.

  “Swear to fuckin’ God, bitch, no, I wouldn’t fuckin’ hit your ass, but don’t mean I won’t push you the fuck off me. Told you to get away from me,” I snarl before leaving her standing there as I stalk off to find Tiny or Momma B. One of them will have my kids, and I’ve missed them.

  How not only Rachel but those two babies wormed their way through my defenses, I’ll never know, but I’m not about to give them up.

  Deciding to start with Momma B, I knock on Bear’s door. When he opens the door, the man is glaring daggers at me. “You know what fuckin’ time it is, Prez,” he growls, closing the door behind him.

  “Shit, sorry, I didn’t think of the time, I just want my kids,” I tell him.

  “Your kids, huh?” He loses the sour look on his face and grins at my words.

  “Yeah, they’re mine same as their momma’s mine,” I say a little harsher than I mean to. “Are they with Momma B?”

  “Oh, yeah, she’s got them with her. Tiny did a damn good job with them,” Bear smirks.

  “Good, I’ll take them to my room,” I tell him.

  “Prez, no disrespect, but those two are sleeping. Not goin’ to wake them up. Besides, the mood you’re in, I think it’s best you have some time to deal with it before coming near them,” Bear states.

  Running my hands through my hair, gripping it at the base, I let out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m fuckin’ doing, Bear.”

  “Why not start with bringing them to your house instead of here?” Bear suggests.

  Putting my hands on my hips, I close my eyes and shake my head.

  “You know, Prez, you’re allowed to be happy. Fuck the trifling cunts who want to play dirty. Rachel’s different. She’s not some cunt, nor is she some petty bitch. That woman is strong and independent. She’s got her daddy’s genes, that’s for sure. Rosco would be proud of his daughter, so would her uncle,” Bear says.

  Rosco had been a damn good brother and was excited when his little girl was born. He’d shoot me for having stuck my dick in his daughter. Being twenty years older than her should make me a perv, but I don’t think I can give her up. Rachel is exactly what Bear says, and I need to prove it to her.

  Nodding my head, I glance back at Bear. “Think the twins can stay with you and Momma B for the day? I’ll come get them later,” I ask.

  “Yeah, what ya goin’ to do?” He grins.

  “I’m goin’ to show my ol’ lady her new home,” I state as I turn on my heel and head back out of the clubhouse, pulling my phone out as I go and texting Tracker to drop Rachel off at my house. I don’t live too far from the clubhouse. Shit, I could actually walk there if I wanted to.

  Soon as I get to the house, I check my phone to find a text from Tracker saying he’d be here in five minutes. Perfect, I can take a quick shower. Once I get out of the shower, I throw on a pair of jeans, leaving them unbuttoned since they’ll be coming off after Rachel and I have a talk.

  “I don’t see why you had to be the one to tell me Stoney didn’t want me at the clubhouse. He should have had the balls to tell me himself.” I hear her voice and the pain she’s trying to hide behind the sharp tone. I fucked up with her, and now I have to fix it.

  “Maybe you should ask me instead of snapping at your cousin,” I call out from behind her as I lean my shoulder against the wall and cross my arms.

  Whipping her head around, I catch the flash of relief in Rachel’s eyes before it turns to anger. “Then tell me why I’m here instead of the clubhouse,” she snaps.

  Clearing his throat, Tracker glances between the two of us. “You good, Prez?” he asks with a smirk.

  “Yeah, go ahead. You know what to do before crashing. We can unload the rest later, if not tomorrow,” I tell him, only giving him a brief glance. My focus stays on the woman in front of me.

  “Alright, Prez.” Tracker nods his head, grinning like a fuckin’ fool.

  “You can take me with you, Tracker,” she says as she starts for the door.

  “I don’t think so, Doll. You’re here with me. We need to talk, and we’re doing it here and now. That way, when we finish, I can fuck you senseless,” I say sternly, stalking toward her. My words hold her in place as the front door closes behind Tracker.

  “You’re a pig,” she mutters.

  “Maybe so, but I’m your pig, Doll,” I declare, wanting her to understand what I’m saying.

  She doesn’t say anything but instead tries to turn and walk away from me. Reaching out, I snag her by the waist, swinging her around until she’s in my arms then over my shoulder. She wants to act that way, fine by me. I’ll just have to make her listen.

  19

  Rachel

  “Put me down, asshole,” I scream, slapping my hands against Stoney’s ass. Why does this man have to turn me on yet piss me off all at the same time?

  Because you’ve been in love with him since you were sixteen.

  I screech as Stoney smacks my ass. “Calm your ass down, Doll.” He chuckles as he walks through a door. Next thing I know, I’m sailing through the air, landing on his bed with him climbing over me.

  “You have some nerve,” I snap, throwing my fist, planning to punch the jerk in his face. Unfortunately for me, Stoney grips my wrist before I make contact. Grabbing my other wrist, he places them both over my head and doesn’t let go.

  “I don’t know what you’re so fuckin’ pissed at me for, but I suggest you get out whatever flew up your ass. Never try to hit me again. I would never lay a hand on you in a harmful way. I expect the same from you,” he growls directly in my face before slamming his mouth on mine.

  Stoney’s tongue duels with mine as we both fight for control. Releasing my hands, he moves his down my body to the base of my shirt. In a swift motion, my shirt is lifted and pulled over my head as he breaks the kiss only to put his lips right back against mine.

  “Doll, you make me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, resting his forehead against mine for a brief moment before peppering kisses along my cheek and down to my jaw, slowly making his way to my nipples. “I should really spank your ass for the stunt you pulled, and I hold the right to do that later. Right now, though, I need to fuck you.”

  Words escape me as he descends back down, taking my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Somehow, Stoney removes both of our pants and with a quick slide of his fingers to make sure I’m ready for him, he sinks all the way in. I scream in pleasure and pain mixed together.

  “Fuck, baby, it’s been too damn long for me to be without your pussy. You feel so good clenching around my cock like a fuckin’ vise,” he groans, holding still to give me a moment to adjust to him again.

  We’d only done it a couple of times before he’d vanished for almost a m
onth and he’s not a small or even an average size man. Rotating my hips, I moan at the sensations already taking over my body.

  “This is goin’ to be quick,” he growls as he lifts my legs up over his shoulders and begins brutally slamming into me. By the time he comes, I’m screaming out his name as he roars mine.

  Stilling inside me, Stoney removes my legs from his shoulders and leans down to press his forehead to mine. “Damn, Doll, I fuckin’ missed being inside your pussy,” he breaths.

  “You’re still a jerk-faced pig,” I mumble sleepily. Other than that night I slept in his arms, I haven’t slept well. I could fall asleep now and sleep for hours on end.

  “At least I’m your jerk-faced pig,” he chuckles, rolling us so that I’m on top of him. His dick twitches inside me, drawing a moan from my lips. “Fuck, Doll, you make me want to fuck you again.” His hands hold my hips in place to keep me from moving.

  “What’s stopping you?” The question slips from my mouth before I can stop it. Other questions pop in my head, but I bite my tongue to keep from asking them.

  “Nothing’s stopping me from fuckin’ you, baby, but the two of us are about to have a damn serious conversation. One where neither of us gets out of this bed. We talk it out, then fuck each other’s brains out. I had to go almost a month without having you after getting such a small taste,” Stoney murmurs, sliding his hands from my hips to cup my breasts in his hands.

  “Stoney,” I moan.

  “What did I tell you?” he demands, pinching my nipples.

  “What didn’t you tell me?” I counter.

  “Doll,” he growls.

  “Stoney,” I murmur.

  “Fuckin’ hell, woman, answer the damn question,” he orders.

  “I don’t remember,” I lie as I roll my hips.

  “Insufferable woman, don’t lie to me,” he says as he thrusts his dick inside me.

  Moaning, I throw my head back and roll my hips again and again bringing myself closer to orgasm. Right as I feel myself about to hit peak Stoney throws me off him rolling us back over, pinning me to the bed.

  I open my mouth to protest when he stops me. “No fuckin’ way, baby. You’re not getting out of answering my fuckin’ question by riding my cock so damn good I could watch your tits bounce all day. Now, what the hell did I tell you to call me when it was just the two of us?” he demands.

  “Ugh, fine, Scott . . . you told me to call you Scott. Now, fuck me again please,” I yell, not liking the fact I’d been so close to orgasm when he stopped me.

  “I’ll oblige soon enough, Doll. We’re gonna talk now,” he says.

  “You’re not just a jerk-faced pig, but an asshole jerk-faced pig,” I huff, looking away from him.

  “Don’t start trying to be cuter than you already are, baby. Now, sit up so we can get our talk out of the way, then I’ll fuck you senseless and you can get that orgasm you wanted.” He smirks as he releases my arm and sits back on his knees. Scooting backward, I sit up with my back pressed against the headboard.

  Stoney’s eyes run up and down my body before he jerks up off the bed and moves around the bedroom. My gaze follows him as he goes over to a dresser, jerks a pair of shorts out, and puts them on before closing that one and opening another to grab a shirt.

  Without closing the drawer, Stoney stalks back over to the bed and tosses the shirt at me. “I can’t do this with your tits staring at me,” he grumbles as he adjusts himself.

  “Tell me how you really feel,” I say in annoyance as I grab the shirt and yank it over my head. I don’t even want to have this conversation right now. He made his opinion loud and clear several times. His whores have as well. I cringe at the in-depth image Cherry Pie drew for me of Stoney, her, and whoever this Boss woman is.

  “I’ll do just that, Rachel,” Stoney proclaims as he sits on the bed facing me. “I’m not good at this shit, so I’m goin’ to do my best to explain it for you to understand me. When it comes to women, I don’t trust them, none of them besides the ones I allow myself to. Marie, Horse’s mom, she’s a real bitch who left us because she decided partying was more important than raising her son. I swore then and there, I’d never take an ol’ lady or anyone on who wasn’t a clubwhore or some random pussy.”

  Stoney holds his hand up when I start to open my mouth. “Let me finish this, Doll,” he says.

  “When you mentioned Boss earlier, yeah, it pissed me the fuck off but not for the reasons you think. She’s the Prez of the Iron Vex MC and we’d agreed on an alliance. While we may still have that alliance, she and I, we’ve never gotten along, never will. Yeah, we fucked, but it was a hate fuck, nothing more.

  “At first, I didn’t have a very high opinion of Boss. She’s a woman in a man’s world trying to show she has more balls than everyone else. But at the same time, I wanted to commend her for her strength in being able to handle what she does. She and I fucked twice, that was it. Both times were nothing more.” The way he stares directly into my eyes, I know in my gut he’s telling the truth. I still think he had to have felt something for her, but that may just be me being jealous because this man is my fantasy man. The one I’ve always wanted.

  “Now you, Doll, you’re completely different. When I claimed you as property, I meant it to be the same as ol’ lady but I’ve always swore I’d never have one. Trust doesn’t come easy and during the past several weeks while I was at Twister and Horse’s charter, my mind kept coming back to you and I couldn’t think of anything else. I want you as my ol’ lady. I want you in my life.

  “But you doing stupid shit, like you did leaving the protection of the clubhouse, when I’m not here to protect you stops,” he growls the last words.

  Speechless, I let his words sink in as my heart pounds against my chest. Licking my lips, I take a deep breath. “I get you have issues with women, and I’ll agree with you, some women can be vindictive, manipulating, conniving bitches. My own mom was one, so I get it,” I murmured.

  “Yeah, Rachel, your mom was one of the biggest bitches any of us here met,” he grumbles. “What I’m trying to say is you are what I want in my life. I watched my son all but crumble this past month yet at the same time stood strong for his ol’ lady in a time that was stressful for the both of them. As I saw the two of them deal with all that, I swore it would be the end for them. Never thought almost losing their son would bring them even closer. I’ve seen men break under that kind of pressure. Same as women. But the women always seemed to want to blame everything on the men.”

  “Wait, what are you talking about they almost lost their son?” I ask in confusion.

  “Shit, you don’t know, do you,” he says stiffly. “It’s the reason I left the way I did. Hades’ sister, Ally, and Kenny were attacked. Kenny ended up hurt really bad and had to have an emergency c-section. Caden was born way too fuckin’ early, but he’s a fighter and he fought. Came home right before Shadow called, telling me you’d escaped.”

  “Oh my God, I wish I’d known. I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

  “No one told you,” he asks.

  Glancing away from him, I say, “No, because I’m only your property.”

  20

  Stoney

  Rachel’s words gut me. I don’t need to hear any more to know exactly why she didn’t want to answer any of my calls and dodged me. I can’t even be pissed at my brothers— they were just doing what they’d do if it were any other brother who claimed someone as property.

  Motherfucker, I’m a dumbass.

  Still though, some of the other shit shouldn’t have happened. That’s another thing I don’t need nor want her to tell me about. The clubwhores will learn when we go to the clubhouse later where their place really is, and that’s beneath Rachel. She’s goin’ to be what she was always meant to be— my ol’ lady, my woman, and the fuckin’ queen over those bitches. They don’t like it, they can get the fuck out.

  “Doll, I’m sorry,” I say, reaching out and gripping her chin to bring her eyes back to mine.
“I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

  Shrugging her shoulders, Rachel tries to act as if it doesn’t bother her, but I can see the hurt behind the tough exterior. “There’s nothing to make up for. I listened to what you said. But still, it doesn’t change anything,” she whispers.

  What the fuck? Did she not get what I said, that I want her?

  “Rachel, it does change things. It changes everything,” I murmur, leaning in to press my forehead to hers. “You want to know something?”

  “What?” she asks quietly.

  “If I’d known you had a crush on me before you’d left, I might not have let you leave for college,” I say.

  “I highly doubt that,” she mutters as her body draws taunt under my touch.

  “Doubt me? How so?” I ask.

  “Because you never once saw me. And you were and probably still are enjoying all the women who surround you,” she says, closing her eyes.

  “What do you mean I never once saw you? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have known who you were,” I retort.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she feigns.

  Yeah, I don’t think so. I want to know what she meant by I never saw her.

  “Don’t tell me it doesn’t matter. I want to know why you think I’d never seen you,” I demand.

  Long moments pass before Rachel finally decides to answer me. “No one ever sees me,” she whispers so quietly I barely hear her.

  “Wanna explain that a little bit better for me, Doll,” I ask, lifting my hand to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “It means I stick to the background. Everyone sees the girl next to me as the hot chick and looks right through me. I don’t fit in anywhere. My mom didn’t want me, would have sold me off if not for my uncle. I didn’t belong around the clubhouse, that point was obvious. I didn’t belong anywhere in this town. That point was made clear the day I left. And after I knew it to be true, I was an afterthought, someone everyone looked past. Neither Tracker nor Hoggs came to visit me while I was at school or asked me to come home to visit. Not once. So, like I said, you never saw me nor did anyone else,” she says, tears prickling her eyes.