The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) (9 page)

“Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!”

He kissed her, his tongue darting and slithering as he burned in erotic fire. He was giving her everything he had, and she was begging for more. He felt her begin to stiffen, her kissing becoming harder as her hand dug at his hair until she began to cry out into his mouth as her hand held his mouth to hers.

Her orgasm washed out of her and she felt weak, her legs sagging as they trembled, unable to summon the strength to stand. Asher was holding her tight, his cock deep inside as he held her to his chest and helped her support her weight.

“Shit…” she gasped as she returned to herself, her legs taking her weight again. She was nowhere near finished, but they couldn’t continue in the shower. Another orgasm like that one and she would surely fall. She shoved Asher hard back, forcing him to take a step backwards, then pulled forward, pulling him from inside her. He struggled to hold her, to insert himself again, but she fought him off, turned, and kissed him passionately, her flames of desire beginning to roar again.

Taking her fill of the kiss she pushed him backwards once more, then reached around him to slap off the water. Without word she flung the shower curtain back and stepped out, water dripping from her, as she pulled strongly at his hand. He followed and she led him to the small bedroom, turned, and once again kissed him with as much passion as she could muster.

As she pulled out of kiss she pushed him towards the bed. She pushed him again, harder, and he dropped to the bed, Jenny following him as he twisted and scooted back. The bed was small, but that didn’t matter. It didn’t appear there was going to be any daylight between them for some time.

As Asher aligned himself on the bed, Jenny followed, the water standing on his body, turning her on in a way she didn’t expect. He was gorgeous, hung, sweet, brave, and strong…and he was hers. The moment he became still she fell to his chest, loving the feel of him beneath her, almost squirming with the press of his hardness against the inside of her thigh, and kissed him. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her harder into the kiss, her heat rising to levels she had never experienced before. She was being consumed by her desire.

He never wanted to stop tasting her lips, but she forced her head back and stared deep into his eyes.

“You want me?” she whispered.

“Yes…” he breathed.

She smiled softly at the power she held over him. “You want to fuck me hard?”

“Yes…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. I want to be inside of you,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

She moved, adjusting her position and, as he watched, lowered herself onto him again. Her head tipped back as her eyes closed and her mouth opened just slightly, the perfect picture of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. He reached for her, taking her head into his hands and held her. Her eyes opened and she smiled as she leaned forward, bracing against his forearms, the pressure of his arms against her breasts another source of pleasure as she rose slightly on her knees to give him room to move.

“I love you,” she mouthed, no sound leaving her.

“I love you,” he mouthed in return, as he began to thrust, slowly at first, but harder and faster, his lust for her overriding any control he had left. She gripped his arms, locking them together, her face a mask of untamed beauty. He began to growl, low and deep in his chest as he drove into her, the feel of her breasts sloshing against his arm with their movement and her soft groans as they gave and took pleasure, stripping him bare before her.

She gripped his arms to steady herself as he drove into her furiously hard. When he began to growl, his lips pulling back to bare his teeth, she felt another orgasm swell within her. She could contain her voice no longer and began to snarl back at him, the deep rumble issuing from him the sexiest sound she had ever heard. The world had focused down to this moment, this tick in time, and nothing existed outside this bed. As she watched, his face began to twist with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” he grunted, unable to fight the pleasure any longer.

His words washed over her like a flame, burning away the last of her reserve. With a gasping shudder, she fell into a raging orgasm, her body out of control as it bucked and thrust of its own accord, unable to contain the pleasure as it seared along her nerves. Only Asher’s loving grip prevented her from flying away and being lost forever as she channeled the howl of the mating animal inside of her into a long and loud moan.

Asher roared in completion as Jenny began to thrust and shake, groaning as she struggled against him and the pleasure he was giving her. He arched his back, driving as deep into her as possible as he endured one of the hardest orgasms of his life, coming so hard he burned the entire length of his shaft with each pulse, the twisting of her face as she raptured the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

They gasped at very nearly the same time, Jenny sagging into his arms as if she no longer had the strength to hold herself erect. They were both panting from their excursions and their mind-warping orgasms as she collapsed onto his chest.

“Fuck…” he breathed as he wrapped her up and held her tight.

She lacked the strength to do anything other than nod slightly.

They lay together a moment, their breathing falling into rhythm as they came down from their emotional high. Finally Jenny found the strength to raise her head and bring her lips to his, lips that were eager for their touch. As they kissed they heard some whispers beyond the door then the sound of steps fading away. Jenny pulled back, looked briefly at the door then turned her attention back to Asher.

“I think we had an audience,” she smiled.

Asher looked into her eyes and returned her smile. “Do you care?”

“Do you?” she asked playfully by way of answer.

His smile spread wider, lighting up his face. “No.”

Jenny snickered. “Me neither,” she said as lowered her lips to his once more.

Chapter 7

“No, his eyes are more rounded,” Jenny said. It was Sunday morning and Asher was trying to draw a picture of Hamasaki junior from Jenny’s description.

“Like this?” he asked as his pencil moved swiftly on the paper.

“Yes…but they’re still not quite right. More rounded, like you have them now, but more narrow, too. It’s hard to describe.”

Asher stared at Jenny a moment. He could draw what he could see, but the last ninety minutes had been a study in frustration. “Are you sure you’re not jacking me off just so you can go tonight?”

“No!” she protested. “I don’t really want to go, to tell the truth. I still have nightmares about what happened the last time. But this is hard. I can’t draw, so I don’t know how to describe what I want you to draw.”

He sighed. “It’s not your fault. I have a new respect for police sketch artists. I wouldn’t have guessed this would be so hard.”

Jenny pouted. She didn’t like the way this was going at all. The Bucs and the Trifectas, along with all the Devils except for Chains, Kenny, and Asher, were taking on the Demonios de Sangre. Will and Thomas wouldn’t leave their club, and since she was the only other person to get a good look at Hamasaki the younger, they had been trying to figure out how to positively ID the man. Chances were good he would be the other man in the Hamasaki house, but once you kill a man, there were no do-overs if you made a mistake.

Asher had hit upon the idea of drawing a picture of him from Jenny’s description, but as he looked at the mess on the drawing pad in front of him, the man could be any man with an Asian background. Actually, it could be anybody with dark hair, the only part he was able to get right according to Jenny.

“Shit. Maybe we can—” he began.

“No. There is nothing for it, and we both know it. I have to go.”

“I don’t like that idea.”

“I’m not too fond of it myself. But there is no other way. With Dad out, and Will and Thomas busy elsewhere, what choice do we have?”

“Maybe we should bring in more guys,” he mumbled as he thought out loud.

“More guys, more chance of someone getting suspicious. Asher, we’ve been over this a thousand times. The drawing was a good idea, but if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Look, I’ll hang back out of the way until you get everything settled, okay?”

He looked at her, thinking of all the ways this could go wrong. “I guess we don’t have any choice, do we?”

“Not that I can see.”

He stared into her eyes a moment before reaching behind her head and pulling her lips slowly to him. “Come here.”

She moved in and they kissed, a slow loving kiss. “Mmmmm…” she purred as they separated. “I liked that.”

“You have to promise me that you will stay back, out of the way, until I call you in.”

“I promise. And you have to promise me you won’t take any unnecessary chances.”

“I promise.”

They looked at each other a moment. “What are we going to do for the next four hours until we meet at the clubhouse?” Jenny asked, pitching her voice to be the epitome of sweet innocence.

Asher looked up and right as if deep in thought before his eyes returned to hers and he smiled. “I have an idea.”

She giggled as she leaned in close. “So do I,” she breathed.

Four hours twenty minutes later, Jenny, Asher, Kenny, John and Chains watched as the rest of the Heartless Devils rumbled out from the clubhouse compound, most of their old ladies watching, as well. It was never easy starting a war with another club, and even though the Demonios de Sangre were out gunned ten to one, that didn’t mean every member would be coming home. The Demonios wouldn’t go down without a fight, and every member knew it.

“It’s a good plan, Asher,” John said as the rolling thunder faded into the distance.

“We may lose some members tonight,” Asher replied.

“We might. But every man knows what he’s riding into. They know it’s the right call,” John said, slapping Asher on the back. “I wish I was going with them.”

“Yeah. I know the feeling,” Asher said as he turned. “You have the toughest job of all: waiting. Plus, if they counter punch, you’re the last stop.”

John snorted in amusement. “One old man with a bad ticker won’t do much. Besides, they aren’t going to have a chance to counter punch, and you know it. You four have the much bigger task of taking Hamasaki without the neighbors getting wind of it and calling the cops.”

“We can handle it, Boss,” Chains said confidently.

“I know, Chains,” John said. “You better move out. Once the shit starts hitting the fan, there is no knowing what those assholes might do.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Jenny said, hugging her father warmly.

“You three watch out for her,” John warned the men.

“Don’t worry,” Kenny said. “We’ll keep her safe.”

“See that you do,” John replied, his face crinkling as he struggled to not show his worry.

“Let’s mount up,” Asher suggested, turning toward the club’s SUV. They were taking the Tahoe; arriving on hogs would get them fingered in no time.

Jenny and Kenny climbed into the back, Chains and Asher in the front. John stood, leaning in the open passenger window. “This is some nasty shit you four have to do. I know that,” he said softly to the passengers. “But it can’t be helped. This is the only way.”

“We know, Boss,” Chains said. “It’s been almost ten years since we’ve had to do something like this. You knew it was only a matter of time before someone pressed us, checking to see if we still have it. We’re going to show these fuckers that the Devils are still the baddest of the badasses.”