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  Rooster (Devil’s Boneyard MC 8)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Rooster (Devil’s Boneyard MC 8)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Dedication and Acknowledgements

  Harley Wylde

  Rooster (Devil’s Boneyard MC 8)

  Harley Wylde

  Alora -- I’ve prided myself on being a strong, independent woman and not needing anyone. I didn’t become a bestselling author by the age of twenty out of pure dumb luck. I worked my tail off to get as far as I have. But there are few perks to having a man in my life. Laughter, romance, and companionship. Battery operated boyfriends can only do so much. Too bad the guy who sets me on fire is a bossy biker who wants to claim me. No way I’m letting him label me as property. Nope. Not happening. Doesn’t matter if he does make my knees weak and my heart race. I’m not giving in!

  Rooster -- Of all the women to capture my interest, it had to be the most stubborn, sexy, adorable woman on the planet. I love her mind, her sense of humor, and the way she fills out a pair of shorts. I don’t even mind that she’s an exhibitionist, as long as no one touches. Doesn’t matter to me her uncles were both rotten to the core. The Devil’s Fury may think she belongs to them, but I have other plans. Alora will be mine -- no matter the cost.

  Chapter One

  “A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.”

  -- Ouiser Boudreaux

  Alora

  I nearly danced my way to the mailbox, eager to see if my package had arrived. I yanked open the metal door and squealed when I saw the box inside. Pulling it out, I turned it over in my hands, noticing there was a return address with no company name. Anticipation hummed in my veins. The contents of this unsuspecting box would break my writer’s block and I’d finally be able to finish my novel. Preferably before my editor came after me with a pitchfork… or worse. I grabbed the other mail and shoved the mailbox shut before hurrying up the walkway.

  I rushed into the house, letting the door slam behind me. The rest of the mail fell to the floor as I ripped into the package. While I’d been eager to try everything inside, the wireless egg held my attention. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a satisfactory orgasm. It had caused a dry spell in my writing. How could I write about sex when I hadn’t experienced the euphoria of a release in months? Not to mention my character reviewed sex toys for her blog. Not knowing how they worked made it difficult to write a believable scene.

  Gypsy, my Akita, circled my feet. The spoiled diva knew her toys arrived by mail in a box similar to the one in my hands and probably thought I had something for her. I stared her down, holding my treasure up higher. “Not for you! These are Mommy’s toys.”

  She whined and pawed at my leg, eyeing the cardboard box. I knew she’d never leave me in peace if I didn’t give her something. I took a quick detour to the kitchen and grabbed an antler from the mixed pack of chews I’d picked up at the store for her. I tossed it and Gypsy snatched it mid-air, running off with her tail wagging.

  “You’re welcome!” I yelled after her. I’d only had the rotten puppy for two months, but she’d already gotten huge. I had to admit she was super smart. She’d been house trained within two weeks.

  Carrying the box up the stairs to my bedroom, I dropped it onto the mattress and squirmed in place as I ripped into the individual packages. A vibrating anal plug, another vibrator with dual penetration and clit stimulation, some vibrating nipple clamps, a rabbit with guaranteed G-spot stimulation, and the holy grail -- my wireless egg! All but the last two ran on regular batteries so I carried my two precious items over to the dresser. Since these were just the latest in a long line of products I’d tried before using them in a book, I kept a power bank on the corner of my dresser.

  I plugged in both toys before retrieving batteries for the others. I’d made sure everything was waterproof because who didn’t love having a bit of fun in the shower or tub? Once the other toys were ready to go, I placed them on the bathroom counter and decided to set the scene.

  I’d left my character in the bath, alone and moping. While the tub filled with steamy water, I went downstairs to pour myself a glass of wine. Checking on Gypsy first, I smiled when I saw her sprawled across her bed, gnawing on the antler. She’d stay busy for a while.

  When I got back to the bathroom, I set the wine on the ledge of the tub and pulled out a thick, fluffy towel. I stripped out of my clothes, set the toys within reach, and climbed into the heavenly water. Sighing, I closed my eyes and leaned back. I’d tried this very thing multiple times already. Without success of breaking through and figuring out my book. I blamed a lack of sex. Which explained the toys just waiting for me to give them a try.

  I also blamed one hot, sexy biker who’d ruined me for other men. Ever since my short fling with Colorado, I hadn’t found a single man who piqued my interest. But Colorado had made it clear he wasn’t ready to settle down. Or rather, he didn’t want a relationship with me. I hadn’t taken it to heart and had enjoyed our few days together. Even if I’d been at the Devil’s Fury compound for less-than-ideal reasons, at least I’d gotten something out of it.

  And a cousin. I’d gotten my cousin, Meredith, out of the deal too. I’d had no idea my uncle had been part of the Devil’s Fury, or that he’d had a daughter. From what I’d learned about him while I was there, and my other uncle, Saul, I could see why my mother insisted she was an only child. But Meredith was great, and I’d had a blast getting to know her!

  I shook the thoughts from my head, not wanting to think too much about Colorado or the Devil’s Fury. After the incident, I’d moved to another town. Since I wrote for a living, it didn’t matter where I called home. As long as I had wi-fi and electricity, nothing else mattered. So I’d picked up and mo
ved to Florida.

  If the eye candy I saw around town, wearing cuts that said Devil’s Boneyard, would give me the time of day, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I hadn’t told anyone I was related to the Devil’s Fury and didn’t plan to. But I had to wonder if I’d have a better shot at one of the yummy bikers if I did admit to my ties to another club. Unless they were rivals. I shivered. Yeah, not going to take the chance.

  I took a sip of my wine and leaned back in the tub, closing my eyes a moment. I breathed in and out, deep breaths meant to calm me. My mind had a tendency to wander, which kept me tense all the damn time. I took another swallow of my wine and cupped my breast. The alcohol coated my tongue as I pinched and tugged at my nipple. I rolled the tip until it plumped up. I set the glass aside and reached for the nipple clamps. I clipped one to the hard peak I’d been toying with and turned it on.

  “Oh! Now that’s nice.” I bit my lip as I adjusted the vibration, turning it up a little. I played with the other side until I could attach the second clamp. “Oh yeah.”

  My hips shifted as my clit started to pulse with need. So far, I was loving my latest purchases. I only hoped it had the desired effect. Well, two. I wanted to come so hard I’d exorcise the demons so to speak, and I needed to finish my damn book. If this didn’t give me a breakthrough, my writing career would be over. I had a week to get my book to my editor. One. Week. And how far had I gotten? Chapter three… of twenty-eight. I had a feeling I’d be throwing out the plot I’d written before I’d started the book. I didn’t know why I bothered trying. It never worked.

  The doorbell rang downstairs making me growl in frustration. I wasn’t getting up to answer it! Absolutely not! It rang three more times before whoever had stopped by decided to give up. I sighed and tried to get back in the mood. I swirled my fingers over my clit and eyed the other toys I’d brought into the bathroom with me. I picked up the dual-penetration vibrator and turned it on. It hummed as I lowered it beneath the water. I used one of the rounded tips to tease my clit some more before sliding the toy down further.

  It took a little teasing and finessing, but I finally got it into position. The smooth end in my ass pressed against the longer, thicker part in my pussy. I turned it up another notch and gasped as the top nub worked my clit. All it took was a slight rocking of my hips and it felt like every nerve in my body was lighting up. I came so fast and hard I nearly blacked out, my throat sore from screaming out in pleasure.

  I heard a crash downstairs, lots of barking, and heavy steps pounding up the stairs. I tried to shake the stars from my eyes, but the toy kept buzzing and soon I was coming again. My back arched, my ass pressing down harder on the toy, and the scream that tore through me made my throat hurt even more. The bathroom door crashed open, and I blinked at a police officer.

  “Um.” He stared at me, mouth open, before slowly straightening and stepping back. “I thought someone was hurt.”

  I’d forgotten to turn off the toys and felt another orgasm building. I whimpered and reached for them. I managed to shut off the nipple clamps and tossed them aside, but the other toy kept going and before I could remove it, I was coming again.

  Sweet baby Jesus! I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to stop or invite the hot cop to join me. And yeah, I’d noticed his broad chest, bulging biceps, and the long, thick cock that was getting harder by the moment. I moaned and shut my eyes, wondering if it would be possible for the earth to open up and swallow me whole.

  I reached down and removed the toy, shutting it off. I panted for breath, my eyes opening just enough to see the officer still gaping at me. Not the way I wanted to introduce myself to the local law. Shit.

  “Ma’am, um… There’s an IRS auditor downstairs who wants to speak with you.” His gaze skimmed over me, making my cheeks heat.

  “I’m behind you,” a man’s voice said from inside my bedroom. “Ms. Danvers, I need to discuss your previous tax returns with you. You can’t claim sex toys as a business cost.”

  I tipped my head back and laughed softly. “I will be happy to explain why they’re a tax write-off. Could you wait downstairs?”

  The officer was still staring at me and I watched him. He was young, but probably older than me. Cute. And definitely checking me out. He cleared his throat and reached down to adjust himself. I should have been embarrassed, or screaming my head off at having a strange man in the bathroom while I lay naked in the tub. At least, a normal person would have probably reacted that way. Good thing I’d never claimed to be normal.

  “Officer, if you’re going to stand there and stare, could you at least help me out of the tub? I’m not sure my legs still work. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. Definitely leaving a review on that one!”

  He seemed to snap out of it, his cheeks flushing, as he stumbled forward and held out his hand. I grasped it and let him haul me to my feet. The water cascaded down my body as I reached for the towel, accidentally knocking the toys to the floor. He picked up the dual-penetration vibrator, eyed the three rounded tips before his gaze slid over me again.

  I took it from him and decided to explain, since he was clearly curious. His girlfriend or future wife would thank me later.

  “This one,” I said point to the shorter tip, “buzzes against my clit. The middle one goes inside my pussy, and the third goes in my ass.”

  He audibly gulped, the heat in his eyes nearly searing me as he looked me over again. As tempted as I was to ask if he’d like a demonstration, I refrained. Barely. But the shock factor might have been worth it.

  I wrapped the towel around me and went into the bedroom where I pulled out a tank and set of pajama shorts. I slipped them on, forgoing a bra and panties, then led the way downstairs to the living room, where I found the IRS auditor pacing. He wasn’t much taller than me, a bit soft around the middle, and his glasses kept sliding down his nose. Not bad if you were into the geeky type. The officer behind me was more my speed though.

  “What can I do for you?” I asked the auditor.

  “I need to see your receipts and your tax forms for the last two years. And then we need to discuss what is and isn’t a business expense,” he said, staring at me down his nose.

  Pompous ass!

  “First off, I’ll gladly get those items for you. They’re in my office. Secondly, the sex toys are a business expense, and if you’d read any of my books, you’d know that. Each and every toy has featured in my books. If I don’t know firsthand how they work, I can’t write a believable scene with them. I’d offer a demonstration, but it would probably give you heart failure.”

  The officer behind me muttered something that sounded like I want one.

  The IRS auditor gaped at me and I resisted the urge to reach over and close his mouth. While he processed my words, I went to my office and retrieved my tax files and receipts, as well as the flash drive where I’d scanned everything and kept a digital copy. The officer followed me through the house, and I glanced at him over my shoulder.

  “Why exactly are you here?” I asked.

  “The auditor has had some trouble before, of the violent kind, so I was sent along to make sure you didn’t get out of hand.” He eyed me. “You definitely aren’t the sort I typically would protect him from. Not that I’m complaining.”

  “I bet you say that to all the women you catch masturbating in their tubs,” I said.

  “You’re very calm about all this.”

  I shrugged a shoulder. “Not the first time someone has seen me naked. I was a stripper for a few months. While I hadn’t exactly been shy to begin with, after taking off my clothes for money, it desensitized me to people seeing me naked. Not to mention, I rather liked having an audience.”

  He cleared his throat and gazed straight ahead. “If I may say so, I’d gladly be your audience any day.”

  I paused and placed a hand on my hip. “Why, Officer, are you flirting with me?”

  “If you can’t tell, I must be doing it wrong.” He winked. “And the name is
Officer Tim Murray. But you can call me anything you want, as long as you call me.”

  I snorted and rolled my eyes, continuing down the hall back to the auditor. “Does that line ever actually work for you?”

  “Sometimes. Is it working now?”

  “Not even a little.” I smirked and entered the living room, handing the files and flash drive to the auditor. He leafed through the documents before taking a seat. I noticed he had a laptop bag strapped across him. I hoped like hell this wasn’t going to take long. The bliss from my orgasm had faded and now I was just getting annoyed.

  The front door nearly rattled off the hinges when someone started pounding on it. If I hadn’t known King Kong was a fictional character, I’d think he was on my porch. What the hell?

  I narrowed my eyes in the direction of the front entry and went to answer it. It wasn’t like I knew anyone in town. I’d only been here a month, which made it doubtful I’d pissed anyone off -- yet. I yanked it open, ready to tear into whoever was on the other side, but stopped and stared.

  The man arched his eyebrows and tipped his sunglasses down enough to peer over the top of them. God, why did I find that so sexy? He’d braced an arm against the doorframe and his muscles bulged. I licked my lips and tried to remember how to speak. As my gaze skimmed over him, it snagged on the black leather over his shoulders. Fuck. It was one of the bikers.

  Rooster -- Devil’s Boneyard MC.

  “You going to let me in, a ghrá?”

  His voice sent chills down my spine and my nipples hardened against my thin tank. He smirked, clearly knowing the effect he had on me. Asshole.

  “I don’t let strangers into my home,” I said. I peered over his shoulder and saw another man on a motorcycle at the curb. It seemed only one of them wanted to come into the house. Thank goodness for small favors.