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Enticing Fury: A Satan's Heathen's MC book 1, page 1
Enticing Fury
B. Schmitt
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Cover art by K.B. Barrett Designs
Contents
Also By
Blurbs
Dedication
Introduction
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
About Author
Afterword
Meadow Valley Series (Stand Alone)
Something
Gained
Something
Promised
Stand Alone
Shiver
Broken
Pieces
Male/Male Romance
Breaking
His Rules
Abby
Being in the foster system since the age of twelve, Abby never knew what having a family or belonging felt like. That is until she took a job as the inside computer hacker for Satan's Heathens motorcycle club.
Being around all these tattooed and bearded bikers should make a girl's heart melt, right? Except they’re all like brothers to her. That is, all but one of them—the club's enforcer.
Fury
Fury isn't good with relationships. After he ends a two-year relationship, Fury wants nothing more than to have a little fun and has vowed never to take love seriously and he has vowed never have an ol'lady.
Even if he can’t get the club’s resident computer hacker off his mind. He can look but never touch her as she is deemed off-limits by the club's president. But the luscious little blonde bombshell is more tempting than Fury can handle.
When the club is asked to help with the kidnapping and trafficking of children, it is up to Abby and Fury to go undercover as a couple to get on the inside. The problem is there are no limits to what they will do to play the part.
To all you girls and guys out there who always thought yourself too nerdy of geeky to get the hot hero. Hold your head high, believe in yourself, and always tap into your inner Baby Girl.
XOXO
Welcome to Satan’s Heathens Motorcycle club. These guys are not one-percenters, but they know how to get their hands dirty. If you are here looking for dark and disturbed, you’re not going to find it here. You will find a great group of guys that love their club, love helping the innocent, and of course, love getting down and dirty. They are so fun to write, and I hope you enjoy Fury and Ghost as much as I loved writing them.
Each book will wrap up the relationship, but the back plot will spread throughout the series. I hope you stick around for book two, where we will see Heaven and find out what brother if any, she takes a liking to.
Happy Reading
XOXO
B.
Chapter one
Fury—
Hmm. Fuck yes.
There is no better way to pull yourself out of a state of slumber than to be awakened by your dick nestled inside a hot little mouth.
I had just been dreaming about those ruby-red lips and the woman attached to them. I fantasized about what I would do to her and that luscious body if I only got the chance.
Ms. Abigale Kennedy, known to the club as Ghost, consumes more of my inner thoughts and sexual fantasies than any other person. She is the only woman I want. The only one I can’t have. She is branded as off-limits to me as she is to everyone inside Satan’s Heathens motorcycle club.
I groan as my mind conjures up all the dirty things I want to do to her. Inside my mind is the only place I can have her, and I have fantasized about having her in every way possible.
Guess dreams do come true after all.
I arch my ass off the bed, rolling my hips against her face plastered in front of my groin.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers through her thick blonde hair, twisting the soft curls inside my fists. Only her hair doesn’t feel as thick as it should be. Or, as long as I remember it being just yesterday.
Confused, I peel one eyelid open and gaze down the front of my body, excepting to find the fire engine red-covered lips wrapped around my dick, leaving that red stain against the dark skin tone of my cock as I have imagined it would. I expect to find dark-rimmed glasses framing the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen and long full waves of blonde hair on top of her head.
Instead, my dreams are shattered with disappointment when I find a wash-out version of what I crave.
Frustration gnaws at my throat with sudden disappointment that has my dick softening and ready to fall limp to the side.
This is not what I want. This isn’t who I want.
“What the fuck are you doing in here, Kourtney?” I ask, making sure to sound as annoyed as I am.
The young dark blonde pulls away from me with a vocal pop from her mouth and gazes up at me. “What do you mean? I spent the night with you, baby. Don’t you remember pounding into me so hard that I…”
I cut her off. “I remember last night, Kourtney. I mean, what the hell are you still doing here this morning? You know I don’t do stayovers.”
Her face quickly flashes with hurt before plastering a smile on her lips. “You weren’t complaining last night.” She purrs, rubbing a hand between my bare pecs. I grab her hand to still it. “I’m complaining now. Out.”
Sitting up, she crosses her arms over her naked chest and sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. I hate that whiny ass shit.
“Don’t act like a fucking child. I said out.”
“Baby?” she whines again.
“And don’t fucking call me that. I hate that damn name.”
“What did I do wrong?” she shrieked, forcing tears into her fake lash-covered eyes.
Fuck. If there is one thing I really can’t stand is the sight of tears. Yell and scream, call me a piece of shit, anything but cry in front of me. Jazz used to do that to me, and I fucking hated it. She knew it pissed me off too. We had been together for three years. How could she not have known?
I release a breath and rub my hand over my eyes and face. I can’t take my frustration out on Kourtney. The truth is, she’s a great kid and a good fuck. But that’s all she is to me, and that’s all she ever will be. I decided never to get an ol’lady after the fucked up condition Jazz left my shattered heart in. After three years, I was ready to claim Jazz at the table. Hell, I was prepared to propose like a regular asshole in love. If she had asked me for the house, car, and two-point-five kids, I would have given them to her. I was in love with what I thought was the perfect woman. It turns out she didn’t feel the same. At least not when she was away from me. She wanted to party and fuck any guy who showered her with money and gifts.
I gaze back to the girl kneeling at the end of my bed. “It’s not you, sweetness. It’s…” fuck. I need to stop drinking so damn much. Had I stopped after a few beers last night, I would have been able to stay awake after I came, and I could have kicked her ass out of my room like I always do. Overnight stays only lead to mixed feelings and broken hearts. It’s why I don’t allow stayovers. If they stay one time, they become stage four clingers. No one has time for that.
Making a big show of wiping away the lone tear from her cheek, Kourtney moves from the bed to begin dressing. I run my hand over my short-cut hair. I need to be nicer to her. After all, Kourtney has been my go-to girl for the last few months. I’m too damn old to keep playing the game. Chasing tail was great in my twenties, but now that I’m nearing thirty-five, the game got old. Kourt is always a sure thing, and there’s no need to chase. Since the girl I want has a no-fly zone etched on her and orders straight from the club president himself, I will take what Kourt is offering. It makes me a dick, I know.
I swing my legs over the bed, glance down at my now soft cock, and toss the sheet over my groin to cover it.
Kourtney moves back over to the bed, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “I know you invite me here because I remind you of the one you want. But damn it, Fury. She’s untouchable. Are you going to keep torturing yourself forever?”
I lift my head, surprise showing. “What?”
She narrows her eyes at me and cocks her head to the side. “Baby, you whisper her name when you come.”
Fuck. Do I?
She must have seen the horrified expression on my face because hers softened, and she took a step closer. “Your secret is safe with me.”
With that, she turned and headed for the door. Opening it, she runs face-first into Dodger. He smirks as she ducks around him, disappearing down the hall.
Dodger waits until she’s out of sight to stroll into my room, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Kourtney again, brother? Are you making things serious with her? Because if you are, you may want to claim her at the table so the other brothers will stop dickin’ her too.”
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“Have at it. If I ever claim an ol’lady, she will never have or touch a brother besides me, or she won’t be mine. I don’t share.”
Dodger nods. “True that. Hey, Prez is calling church in twenty. He had a hush-hush meeting this morning with that chick Karma and her daughter Heaven. Now he’s calling church. We might have a new assignment. Thank fuck because I’m bored as hell.”
I laugh. “You? Tired of drinking and dickin all day?”
He grins. “Right? Who knew? Come on. Cover that shit and get downstairs. No one wants to see all that.”
“Fuck you. I’ve had plenty who want to see what I’m packing here.” I grab my sheet-covered dick to give it a good shake for show.
He rolls his eyes. “Shit. Everyone already has.” He says, laughing as he leaves my room, shutting the door.
It takes me less than ten minutes to find clean clothes and get my ass downstairs. One of the conveniences of living above the club is always being around when needed. The clubhouse is home to most of the brothers since there are five rooms upstairs, two more downstairs, and another room behind the kitchen. That’s Ghost’s room.
It used to be storage, but when she came to live with us, Shep, our Prez, decided it was best to have her own space away from us. He reminded us that she probably didn’t want to hear all the dickin’ going on every night. He’s probably right.
I enter the room we call the chapel where we hold church. Church, as most motorcycle clubs call it, is a meeting for members only. You’re not getting inside these four walls if you don’t have a patch. Only members or visiting members from our brother chapters are allowed inside this room during church.
I wait as the others fill the space around the massive oak table. There are eight chairs altogether. Shep’s place is the head where the gavel sets since he is the president. Our club’s emblem of a bike engine and skull looms over us from floor to ceiling on the wall behind our president. Dodger sits to his right as VP. Capone and I are next since he is treasurer and I’m enforcer. Gatlin, our road captain, sits next to me, and Pike and Tatum round the table.
Shep pulls his cell from his jeans pocket, typing away for a minute as all the brothers take the free time to talk among us as we wait.
“Waiting on one more to join us. Then we can start.”
We all exchange looks and wonder who that could be, but none of us wants to be the one to question Prez.
Five minutes later, a soft knock sounds outside the door, and Shep eyes Dodger and nods towards the door, indicating to let the person in.
I should have known it was her. Shit, I should have been able to smell her out in the hall. Her cherry-scented perfume is one I would know anywhere. Not only because she wears the same scent every day but because I may have tracked the damn brand to a local mall and got a bottle to keep in my room.
What can I say? I like the pillow beside me to smell like her when I jerk off.
“Come in, Ghost. We may need your savvy qualifications for this next job.” Shep’s deep voice boomed out, jerking my head up and away from my thoughts.
“Hell yeah, we do.” Dodger hollers out, giving Ghost his famous pretty boy smile that is well-known for pulling panties down.
“Don’t scare her off, man. She doesn’t want any of that. Do you, Ghosty? Now, me, on the other hand—,” Capone says, giving her a nod. I roll my eyes at these fuckheads.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve heard all about where you have been. I would need a tetanus shot to come near you.” She replies, giving the brothers another dazzling smile.
That’s my girl, a sassy little smartass.
My gaze moves to the curvy blonde walking through a room full of monsters. Abby’s head held high and back straight like she’s a fucking princess in our world. Today she has a tight long red skirt that hugs the curve of her ass and hips. Matching red shoes with spikes for fucking heels makes me wonder how women can walk in that shit. Her shirt is white, nearly see-through, with red poke-a-dots all over it. She’s even traded her standard, black-framed glasses for bright red ones and son-of-a-bitch if she isn’t wearing that fire engine red fucking lipstick that I have dreamt about making a ring around my cock. When she shares a smile with the men in the room, the deep red makes the bright white of her teeth stand out.
“Gentlemen and Capone, what can I do for you?” she asks, taking a seat in the chair Capone, our treasurer, pulled out for her. She’s sitting on the opposite side of the table from me, which I can’t help but notice gives me the perfect view to see her well-displayed cleavage popping out over the neckline of her shirt. I grin to myself at the thought of staring at that soft milky flesh throughout the meeting, but then I realize that if I can see it, so can my brothers.
My grin drops from my lips. Abby's eyes catch mine, and I wink at her with a smile. I love watching her cheeks darken with a blush. It makes me wonder if other parts of her fair-skinned body will blush as she gets worked up. She blows me a kiss and returns the wink—the little vixen.
“We just got the rundown on a situation we might be looking into. Before I bring this job to a vote at the table, I thought it best to get as much information as possible first. We don’t need to be going in blind. Have any of you heard of the Children of Eve? Known to most as the COE.” Shep asked, directing his line of questioning around the room to stop at our visiting bombshell.
“Um, isn’t that a cult? I don’t know much besides some whack-a-doodle thinks he’s playing Adam and Eve, and they have the garden of Eden. I've heard rumors that their church is just a bunch of people sitting around naked having orgies.” Ghost offers, twirling her pen between her fingers before sticking the end between her teeth.
Capone chuckles, “Shit, where can I sign up?”
Some of the brothers join in with fist bumps and laughs.
“We’ve been over this. No one wants to see that Capone.” Pike mocks from the other end of the table. Capone shoots him a dirty look before flipping him off.
Shep takes the floor back. “A friend of mine reached out this afternoon. Her daughter somehow got mixed up with the place; from what they told me, this place sounds pretty messed up. The daughter has brought some disturbing information with her. It seems the boss there….”
“Prophet.” Capone corrects.
Shep pauses to glance at the brother who interrupted him, then moves his gaze back to Ghost. “This prophet has been rumored to be trafficking young girls. Our source says that some of these girls aren’t even fifteen yet, and he wants to sell them off to men three times their ages like some fucking Mormon polygamist. There are also rumors of child abuse going on.”
Hearing Shep retells the facts makes me sick. Having two younger sisters myself, the thought of some middle-aged man trying to get with them makes my fucking blood boil.
“I need you to find out everything you can about the prophet and the Children of Eve,” Shep tells Ghost. “I want to know that if we were to make a surprise drop-in, what we would be up against. I also don’t want to put ripples in the water. No one can know that we are looking into the COE.”
“It’s why we call her Ghost, boss. There isn’t anyone who can sneak in and give a cyber fuck you like our Ghost can. She has them running scared before they see what she’s doing.” Dodger says to the room, causing all the brothers to pound on the table with their fists in agreement. Ghost’s beautiful pale cheeks brighten with a rosy blush, and Dodger uses that to his advantage, and the fucker winks at her.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
We all flirt and have fun with Ghost. So why is my blood running hot as I stare the fucker down? He must have felt my intense stare because when his gaze meets mine, the fucker smirks.
Is he trying to piss me off?
The fucker is smirking as if he knows my dark little secret I’ve been trying to hide for a year from everyone.
I want Ghost.
Bad.
