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  Taken by the MC

  Penetrators MC, part one

  By Devyn Douglas

  Taken by the MC

  Penetrators MC, part one

  © Copyright 2017 Devyn Douglas

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  Digital ISBN: 978-1-944060-54-1

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  Taken by the MC

  Harmony's used to her mom's bullshit hitting her doorstep. She's mastered saving her mom's ass, but her latest stunt might get them both killed. The local drug dealer and the Mexican Mafia both want blood. Unfortunately the sexy MC President wants more. From Harmony. To keep them both breathing she'll work off the debt--on her knees. A slave to the MC.

  No one was ever supposed to find out about her darkest fantasies--but the Penetrators MC has, and they intend to fulfill every dirty detail.

  CHAPTER ONE

  The sharp knife nicked my throat when I swallowed. Smart people did what they were told when their life was one slice from ending. Let's just say I'm not the brightest crayon in the box.

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Lonnie?” I slapped his hand. “Are you suicidal? Put that away before someone sees.”

  The blade returned, pressing against the thundering pulse in my throat. Lonnie shoved me against the brick wall, a mere six feet from my clunker Honda. We both knew no one would see anything, not in Pecan Grove, population two thousand and dying, especially at three a.m. The town rolled its respectability up at nine. Anyone caught out after that? Well, we deserved whatever we got. Welcome to the Bible Belt of Southwest Texas.

  Lonnie's buggy gaze jumped from one spot to another, the hand holding the weapon poised against my throat shook with the force of an earthquake. “Where is she?”

  “I'm not my mom's keeper. You know better. She'll surface in a day or two, and I'm sure you'll be her first stop. Maybe her second.”

  “Where's the stash?”

  The stash. I suspected more than half the batch went into Lonnie, but kept silent. The less I knew about Mom's nefarious drug life, the better. Her troubles were dumped on my doorstep like an errant mutt often enough. “Go home, Lonnie. Sober up, then pray no one got word to the Penetrators about this shit.”

  Lonnie scraped a muddy hand down his face, moving the pungent dregs from his face enough for me to see the smug, toothless grin. “Penetrators are hunting her, too.”

  Fuck.

  When mom dragged us into this hellhole six years ago, one thing kept me sane—a not-so-healthy obsession with the local motorcycle club. The MC owned the town and every smart person in it. Everyone else kept breathing by looking the other way. I'd skulked outside their fenced-in compound on the edge of town like a whore in waiting, my sixteen year-old jail bait ass would do just about anything to be inside with them. Anything.

  Six years later and I hadn't changed much.

  They had though. The Penetrators toughened up. New membership rode into town and took command a couple years ago. Mom took notice in a big way and hooked up with Ray, the new President. Things went downhill from there.

  See, I'd been lusting after Ray for a long time. He'd taken full control of the MC when the new peeps came into town. They were his new officers, or so I'd heard. It wasn't like I was welcomed to their parties. Mom didn't care enough to pay attention.

  “What the hell does this accomplish, aside from pissing me off?” I shoved at his wrist again. “Go home. She'll come around soon enough, she always does.”

  “The bitch took my stash and Penetrator cash, cleaned them out.” Lonnie chuckled. “She's a dead cunt walking.”

  Growling pipes drowned out my response. A stream of motorcycle lights lit up the somewhat dark alleyway. Lonnie's wobbly grip on the knife stiffened as he dragged me against him, my back to his front. His stench permeated my nostrils.

  “You call them, bitch?”

  Idiot. I didn't bother responding. My gaze swept the motorcycles. I knew very few of the club by name. They'd avoided me like the jail bait I'd once been.

  “You wanna keep breathing, let her go.” Controlled anger reflected in the words. Anticipation threaded within my pulse when he moved, a barely contained beast clad in snug jeans and leather. I salivated and memorized the confident stride of thick thighs, the arrogant flex of fists and muscles beneath a black henley melded against bulging muscles.

  Ray. Penetrator President and my mom's latest play toy.

  My nipples hardened, my skin tingled. He halted a couple feet from us, gaze sweeping me in a seemingly disinterested manner. My stomach soured. Bastard.

  “I ain't got no beef with you.” Lonnie spat on my neck as he spoke. I shuddered in revulsion and willed myself not to puke. “This ain't your problem.”

  “Let her go,” Ray repeated.

  I knew very little about the shit Penetrators did. Hushed whispers within the town were few and far between. I doubted he offered anyone a second chance, which was clearly what those words were. The riders atop the other motorcycles didn't move, as if knowing their leader could handle this trash without help.

  “You good?” Ray's gaze steadied on me.

  “Peachy.”

  “Hold steady. We'll get this sorted.” The words held promise.

  Wait. We.

  My gaze swept the bike again. He wasn't there. My pulse thundered wildly in my ears. Ray's second, the other obsession in my darkest fantasies. The two men were always, always together.

  Lonnie's grip across my body tightened. He gurgled in my ear. The knife wobbled, then clattered to the busted concrete near my feet. I kicked it away as the bastard's grip loosened and I stumbled forward on shaky high heels.

  A strong arm coiled around my waist and halted my fall. Awareness spread through me, a brushfire I couldn't contain as I stood, my body locked against a firm heat. Deft fingers ran across my throat, as if seeking assurance I hadn't suffered more than a few nicks.

  “I'm okay.” I squeezed the meaty arm. “You can let me go.”

  “Stay,” he growled.

  Uhm. I don't think so. “Let me go.”

  The hold tightened until my ass rubbed against... Common sense fled the scene in a rush of adrenaline-fueled lust. I'd had enough hard dicks rubbed against my thinly covered butt to recognize one. To say Ray's surprised me was an understatement.

  “She good?” The voice rippled through me, tough like nails, but rough like gravel. Max stood before me and ran a finger across the small nick I'd suffered before they arrived. His jaw twitched.

  “I'm okay.”

  “Lesson, warning.” Ray's two words didn't say much, but I figured they held a world of meaning for the men around him. A couple came off their bikes as a van appeared. “Her
place, ten minutes.”

  I stifled a gasp as he handed me over to Max and charged off. I blinked, shock rippling through me at the abrupt departure. What the hell?

  “Let's go,” Max ordered.

  He shuffled me with ease despite my wobbly legs and teetering heels. He straddled the massive bike and offered a smug grin when I stopped and eye-fucked the unfolding scene. Okay, I eye-fucked the rider way more than the ride, but a kick-ass Harley got my girl bits tingling pretty quick no matter what.

  “Climb on.”

  The offer cast a shockwave of temptation and fiery need through me. I shuffled from one leg to another, willing the arousal between my legs to a tolerable level. If I got much more turned on, I'd detonate the second he awoke the beast he straddled. And wouldn't that be embarrassing?

  “Fuck,” he mumbled. The motor thundered to life beneath him. I stifled the groan, or hoped I did.

  Amused chuckles erupted around us. Heat rose in my cheeks. Clearly they'd been around enough women to figure out my problem, not that I wanted to hide it. What can I say? I embrace my inner slut. She's my greatest asset, and my proudest achievement.

  “Get on,” he ordered.

  I crawled on, straddling the massive beast and grinding my aroused self against Max. My arms wrapped around him, my hands wandered down his thick, muscular frame and sought the warmth beneath his snug shirt. I hummed in approval as I settled against him and held on.

  The cool wind whipped across me, as if calming the roiling storm quickly surging out of control within me. The burst of adrenaline and my fight-or-flight response gave way to reality. Lonnie cornered me outside my work, held me at knife-point. What the hell? Anger gave way to fear.

  I hadn't seen Mom in a couple days, not that she checked in with me a lot. She crashed in the extra bedroom I kept for her, but didn't have much to say beyond the incessant demands for cash. To say she and I had a strained, and downright strange, relationship was an understatement, but she was my mom and I didn't like a piece of shit drug dealer like Lonnie Fisher coming after her. Or me.

  Anger strangled my fear. Damn bastard.

  Mom had issues, ones I didn't pretend to understand—mainly because I sorted enough of her shit without taking those monsters on. I had my own demons to tame, ones far darker than whatever chased her. And the Penetrators MC riding to my rescue tonight awoke them all.

  Max rolled to a stop outside my duplex. The small, old house was nestled in the not-so-nice part of The Grove, as the locals called it, because Pecan Grove was a shit name for any town. Rent was cheap, mainly since the landlord didn't fix a damn thing. Unease kept me silent as I noted Ray's bike already here. A couple dudes with a prospect patch stood sentry by the door.

  I slid off the bike, more goo than spine after the heady ride here. Max went the long route, circling the windy loop around rather than the straight shot up the main road. I'd figured it was to give me a chance to get off on the back of his bike—which I had about a mile ago. Guess I'd missed the real reason.

  I headed toward the door, but Max fisted my hair and looped an arm around my waist. Hot breath danced across my temple as his turbulent blue eyes studied my sated gray ones. The fingers in my long curls clenched until my lips parted in a slight gasp.

  His gaze chased his other hand, which explored across my shoulder and paused to squeeze a breast. A smirk spread across his handsome face when he thumbed my hard nipple. The thin, black half-shirt barely covered the even thinner, lacy bra I wore beneath.

  I waitressed at Tops, a local diner, during the weekdays. On weekends it rolled up all respectability and became the county's only strip joint. Mom hadn’t been okay with me stripping, probably cause she and Ray spend all their time hanging out there. Seeing your kid working a pole apparently passed a line even she wouldn’t cross. While I hadn't been allowed to strut my naked self across the stage and make serious cash, I pushed all uniform boundaries on my night shifts Sunday through Thursday nights. I had a banging body and didn't mind letting guys get off looking—especially if they tipped well.

  The molten gleam in Max’s gaze warned me he'd decided to do more than look. I'd fantasized about the moment for so long I wasn't sure how to act. Jumping him on the sidewalk seemed a bit obvious. I kept silent as the hand continued its southward meander down my aroused body. I squirmed and whimpered when he skimmed my outer thigh, then delved inward and up, cupping my sex beneath my skirt.

  He didn't bother teasing my sensitive flesh. He plunged two fingers in my wet pussy and took full control of my senses. I clung to him as he finger fucked me hard and fast.

  “You always get off so easy when straddling a bike?” He licked his fingers.

  “No.”

  He grunted his approval and fucked me harder. “You've been taunting me with this sweet little pussy a long time. You ready for me to take it?”

  Yes, yes, yes. I shouted the response mentally, but was too aroused to speak more than a few grunts as he tightened his grip around my waist and took me deeper into the hungry haze he'd incited.

  “Fucking sweet, wet pussy. Tight.” He nipped my earlobe with his teeth. “I bet you'll clench my dick even harder, won't you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let's go.” He turned us toward my house, but halted a few steps from the front door. “I'm not leaving here until your pussy juices are soaking my dick.”

  I damn near collapsed right there. I got off on dirty talk and rough sex. I had a weak spot for badasses, the more alpha the better. Max and Ray both exuded everything I wanted.

  As he took the few steps up, I realized my short skirt had ridden up and now exposed more pussy and ass than it covered. Ray's gaze settled there when we entered my living room. My entire body pulsated with need. I hung onto one man while the other eye-fucked me back into the mindless lust I'd been lost in on the way home.

  Max kicked the door shut, then moved us deeper into the small living room. My breaths came in shallow pants as the two boxed me between them. They'd both been here before, Ray more than Max. But where one went, the other was rarely far behind. I'd spent many nights tossing and turning while the former was in the room beside mine, doing things I'd rather not ever imagine my mom doing.

  I swallowed back the guilt. Lusting after my mom's latest fuck toy wasn't smart, but I didn't much care. She was forty, he was thirty one, I was one day into twenty two and math wasn't my strong suit. I figured Max was about the same age as Ray, but didn't much care about that either.

  “You fuck her?” Ray's fingers glided across my wet slit. I angled myself backward, away from the probing digits and into Max, who held my hips in place and kicked my legs apart.

  “The bike got her off.” Max chuckled in my ear. “Sweet-tasting tight pussy though.”

  Ray thrust a finger inside me and I groaned. Had I entered an alternate dimension where both men finally realized I existed? He took a step closer, his heat now pressed firmly against me. I couldn't tell where he ended, I began or where Max did.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Waking the fuck up to a couple things.”

  I kept silent. Whatever was going down between he and Mom wasn't good. Rage clung to each word he muttered.

  “How long has she been hooking up with that lowlife shit?” Ray asked.

  “A while.”

  “Define a while,” Max ordered.

  “A couple months after we came to town,” I replied. Way before she hooked up with you. Mom liked her boy toys, but nothing competed against the highs she scored way more often.

  “You always chase after your mom's man?”

  I glared up at him. Max tugged my hair, but I said nothing. Enraged tears pricked my vision. I stared at my sofa until firm hands guided my focus back. They wouldn’t know the truth.

  “Answer me,” he growled.

  “Fuck off,” I hissed.

  “Last chance, Harm. I'm not leaving without answers. The sooner we get b
usiness done, the more time we get to fuck your sweet little holes raw.” My body ignited. He stroked my cheek and lowered his voice. “Is that what you want?”

  “I don't know where she is, okay?” I pushed against Max’s grip and willed air into my lungs. “Just let me go.”

  “Answer us and we'll consider it,” Ray promised

  What was the question? Goosebumps marched along my skin. Butterflies somersaulted in my gut. Arousal pooled between my legs where Ray's fingers feathered brief touches. I wanted to grind myself against his hand, but Max locked me into place.

  “You always chase after your mom's man?” Ray repeated. He cupped my sex. “Or does she go after what you want?”

  Ray lifted his other hand. Dread soured my arousal as my peripheral vision latched onto what he held. My journal. Holy shit.

  “I showed up a couple hours early last week, crashed on the sofa.” He stepped back. Max’s grip loosened. “I found some interesting reading.”

  Horrified, I watched as the man thumbed through my darkest thoughts, my closest guarded secrets. Cotton balls formed in my mouth. A lump lodged in my throat.

  “I'm not much of a reader like you, man, but this shit changed my mind.” Ray chuckled and handed the journal off to Max. “It even came with pictures.”

  “No shit?”

  I lunged for the damning evidence, but both men moved too fast. Ray's hot breath danced along the shell of my ear as he wrapped arms around me from behind and held up his phone. God, he'd snapped copies. I closed my eyes, shamed by what I'd done.

  I didn't need a visual reminder. My body tightened in his firm grasp. Impulsiveness was one of my many weaknesses, my nemesis most days. Tonight, it was my arch rival.

  “You take these while I was in the next room banging your mom?”

  The unspoken response hung between us. He knew the answer already. Miserable toad.

  “Bitches don't get to wear our cuts,” he growled. “Gotta say, though, you look hotter than hell in mine, especially fucking your little dildo. Did you think about me while you got off?”