BEAST (A Coyotes of Mayhem MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) (8 page)

“Fuck no, I didn’t. I’m no murderer.”

“Okay then. When I was going through my divorce, I met a couple of really high-profile attorneys. They’re defense attorneys who are known to get even the most guilty people acquitted of their crimes; these guys got ties with the judges. These are people who actually did what they were accused of and had tons of evidence against them. They’ve been allowed to walk right out of the courtroom. These lawyers are the real deal. If they’re able to put that kind of doubt into a jury, imagine what they can do for someone who really didn’t do what they were accused of. I’m positive they can find evidence of the real killer. They’ll be able to find evidence of you being innocent instead of the other way around.”

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. What was I thinking? Was I really risking my own freedom to help this man? What if he was lying to me and he really was a murderer? I could go to jail for a long time for harboring a fugitive. Even more charges could be added for aiding and abetting if they found out how much I was helping him. Regardless of all that, something told me that he was telling the truth. He needed some help and I wanted to give it to him.

That was the moment everything changed for me. That was when I realized that I was falling in love with him. As crazy as it sounds coming from a woman who only met the man because he had held her captive, I had developed feelings for this man and they were real.

“Do you think it will do any good?” He asked. “Is anyone really going to want to take my case? In Arizona, everyone knows about the Coyotes. Most people just see us as a bunch of fucking bikers looking to start shit, even though the only trouble we ever start if when people have it coming. We don’t fuck with innocents and we don’t fuck with anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”

“Lawyers don’t care. A case like this is sure to get a lawyer some press coverage. There’s nothing an attorney likes more than attention. I have no doubt you’d have the best representation possible.”

“What about the money though? Lawyers like that don’t come cheap.”

“I’ve thought about that too. I’ll go to some attorneys and tell them your story. See if any of them want to take your case on a pro-bono basis.”

He hesitated for a few minutes. I was sure he was going to back out and get off at the port. “Fuck it, let’s do it then. It beats the hell out of being on the run for the rest of my life. Of course, if the Aces find me anywhere, I’m as good as dead.”

“We’ll still hide you out. You won’t be found easily.”

Beast threw his bag back into the corner and collapsed on the mattress. It was the first time I had seen him calm all day. It made me feel happy to know he was willing to put his trust in me. I slid into the bed next to him, leaned over and gave him a kiss. He returned it with a kiss of his own. His kiss sent electrical charges through my body. Every hair on my being stood on end, anticipating his next touch. I reached down and started to rub his crotch through his jeans. The bitter feelings from the night before began to disappear as I felt him harden at my touch.

Not wanting to wait another moment longer, I didn’t bother even unzipping his pants. I yanked his jeans and boxers straight down, freeing his stiff dick. Opening wide, I took him into my mouth and started sucking as I moved my head up and down, using my hand to stroke his shaft with each movement. He was so hard, perhaps even harder than our first time together. A deep growl escaped his lips as he leaned his head back and snatched me by the hair; guiding my head back and forth along the length of his shaft.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to have him inside of me right then and there. I pulled my bikini bottoms over to the side, exposing my cleanly shaved pussy and climbed on top of him. Grabbing onto him with one hand, I guided him inside of me and could feel my womanhood gripping onto his thick, veiny cock. He was so big that I had trouble lowering myself completely onto him so I had to start slow, even though all I wanted to do was fuck his brains out. Little by little, I lowered myself further until I could feel his balls pressed against my ass.

Finally used to the feeling of being full of his hard dick, I sat straight up and began moving my hips back and forth. The movement made his shaft put pressure on my clit, driving me insane. He reached up and started playing with my breasts and squeezing my nipples with one hand while controlling my hips with the other. As he grew more excited, he started getting more aggressive from the bottom, moving his hips upward to meet my body. I leaned forward over him and let him pound upwards into me, lifting my knees off the mattress with every hard thrust. The rougher he became, the more turned on it made me. As my tits dangled and bounced in front of his face, he bit my nipples as he drove himself deeper into me.

“Fuck me, Beast! Fuck me harder! I’m cumming!” I gripped the pillow with each of my fists as he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm by savagely plunging his thick cock into me as he massaged my G-spot with his tip.

I sat back up on top of him and rode him as hard as I could. Leaning back, I reached behind me and started rubbing his balls as he slid in and out of me. Almost instantly, I felt his nuts tighten as he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back down to him. I kissed him as he exploded inside of me. He came so hard that I could literally feel each spurt shooting out of his cock. When I lifted myself off of him, his seed was pouring out of me. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

CHAPTER 9

BEAST

Sometimes, I just don’t fucking understand women. I was sure she hated me and never wanted to see me again. I had my shit packed and ready to go. Once we talked, everything changed. Maybe Paige was right, maybe this whole thing was fate. But did I believe in any of that new age bullshit? Fate and destiny? If you would have asked me that before, I would have responded with a resounding fuck no. Now, I’m not so sure. There are a million different things that seem to be pointing in that direction. Paige herself made some very valid points. She wasn’t even supposed to be in the room I was hiding in. It was supposed to be empty. If she wouldn’t have been there, I’d be roaming the streets of Honduras trying to figure out what my next move was going to be. If she hadn’t forgotten her shit at home, she would not be in my life. That sure sounds a lot like fucking fate to me.

Paige isn’t anything like any of the girls I’ve been with before and that scares me. Yeah, I said it. It scares the shit out of me. I’ve been raised in a culture where we don’t show feelings, and we sure as fuck don’t talk about ‘em. Fuck, I’ve always been told not to have feelings at all. If your heart is cold, no one can break it is what my old man used to tell me. That’s what I became. I was a cold, heartless son of a bitch for so long. The club sluts were plenty and it was easy enough to fuck ‘em and forget ‘em until I needed some pussy again. It was always about getting my dick wet, plain and simple. This chick, though, she’s different. She makes me feel shit that I’ve never felt before and I don’t know what to think of it. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is where fate comes in. Maybe it’s time for me to stop fucking with the club sluts and leave them alone for good. Maybe it’s time to be with a broad who has a good head on her shoulders and a brain in her head, especially when she’s the only one willing to go out on a limb to try to save my ass. Maybe it’s time I settle the fuck down and be a one-woman man.

I couldn’t tell you where all these thoughts were coming from but I really needed to put them on the back burner. As long as I had pigs and rival clubs trying to track me down, I might as well not have a future. I sure as fuck won’t be able to give her the kind of future she would want unless we were able to figure some shit out and prove that I didn’t kill that dude. She isn’t cut out for a life on the run, I could already tell that. It’s actually all kinds of fucked up that I was turning to a woman who wanted to try to protect me. I’m the fucking man. I should be the one protecting her. If she got too caught up in my shit, that may be something I have to do.

“So what is the plan when we get back to your place?” I asked her, as I was completely oblivious to what she had planned.

“The first thing we’re going to do is go online and compile a list of attorneys who may be able to help us. I was going to do it here on the boat but the internet is horrible. I figure I’ll call them up, tell them the story and see if any of them want to help.”

She makes this shit sound so easy.

“Promise me that you’ll run the lawyers by me before you contact them.”

“Of course I will, but why did you say it like that?”

“There’s some lawyers who are on the payroll of the Aces. The attorneys don’t make that info public but I know who they are. Even if they aren’t the main lawyer in the firm, I’ll need to check into who they work with. Those little fucking weasels will tip off the Aces without missing a beat.”

“I promise I won’t do anything without your full approval. This is all for you. All I care about is proving that you didn’t kill anyone. The right lawyer will be able to pull police reports and see what the cops found with the body. There’s bound to be something there to tie to murder to someone else.”

“I hope so. I really fucking hope so.”

§

Getting off the boat was a lot more stressful than getting on. Once Paige was off, all that was left to do was wait for an opportunity to get the fuck off myself. Apparently, the crew isn’t allowed to get off the ship until every single passenger has had a chance to leave. This made me nervous as I wondered if there was going to be more scrutiny as we all got off. My gut feeling turned out to be right. Crew members were being stopped at random by security as the walked down the ramp. The security guards asked them for their identification and searched their belongings. With the way my luck was going, I was positive I was going to get stopped but I was fortunate enough to slide right through.

I made a rush for the doors leading to the parking lot. I didn’t want to give anyone the chance to spot me and start questioning who the fuck I was. It was easier to get over on everyone before the cruise but these people had been working together for the last week. I’m sure at least a few of them had to see me when I was on the deck and may be wondering why I was dressed as an employee.

Outside the doors, Paige pulled up right in front of where I exited the door. She rolled down the window and told me to get into the back of the SUV.

“I didn’t think you were coming out,” Paige said in a half-joking manner.

“The motherfuckers started picking out employees to search at random. I thought I was screwed for sure.”

“I’m glad they didn’t get you,” she turned and winked at me. “I’d much rather have you up here with me but it’s probably safer if you hide out back there. It’s going to be a long trip so just try to get comfortable.”

Getting comfortable for a long trip is a lot easier said than done when you’re as big as I am. At least the SUV was a better travel option than a Harley when you’re trying to be discreet. The trip itself was pretty uneventful. Paige and I talked about a bunch of random shit and spent time getting to know each other. After a couple hours, we grabbed some grub from a drive-through and then crashed at a cheap hotel several hours later.

It seemed like it was taking forever to get back to Arizona. That had to be thanks to my nerves making me look out the back window every five minutes, sure I was going to see a fucking pig following close behind. Paige was careful, though. She did the speed limit, didn’t make illegal lane changes or any shit like that. She was your goddamn Mother Theresa of the road that day. The trip was long but we traveled the miles little by little. Finally, we began seeing signs for Scottsdale and it was nice to know we were getting close. I needed some real rest, good food, a good fuck and a hot shower, not necessarily in that order. We had about 15 minutes to go when it happened. I sat up in my seat and thought for sure my eyes were playing tricks on me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said, pressing my face against the glass.

“What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Turn the fucking SUV around. Go back to the gas station back there.”

“Beast, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You know that motherfucker that everyone is saying I killed?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the piece of shit was just walking into that gas station back there.”

Without saying anything else, Paige made a U-turn and made her way back to the gas station. I climbed up into the front seat to make sure I was able to get a good look. Sure enough, he was coming out of the gas station as we were pulling in. Right as he was getting into a car, he looked up and our eyes locked. The look of fear in his eyes would have been comical if it were not for the fucked up turn the situation had just taken. He got into the car and sped off quickly. We tried to give chase but a surge of traffic developed right as he peeled out of the parking lot. By the time we got out, he was long gone.