Shoot The Moon (Scorpio Stinger MC Book 6) Read online

  Shoot The Moon

  Jani Kay

  Copyright 2016

  1 — Razor

  The smell of sour beer and stale smoke hung in the air. I leaned over the pool table, trying to focus on hitting the ball into the corner pocket, but my concentration was broken by bubbly laughter from behind the bar.

  Lexi’s laugh was contagious and sexy as hell. I loved the sound of it, yet at that moment it gurgled like molten lava inside my gut.

  Without moving my head, I glanced to the side and scowled. Lexi was pouring Ryder a beer. It seemed like an innocent action, after all it was her job, but I knew better. She had a fucking thing for Ryder and it was as clear as daylight whenever he showed up at the club.

  The Messiah himself has arrived.

  Halle-fucking-lujah.

  Everybody stopped whatever they were doing to greet the Scorpio Stinger VP and the way they hung on every fucking word he spoke sickened me. I turned my attention back to the game I was seemingly playing by myself since he arrived, and slammed the cue into the ball with so much force that it hurdled toward the pocket, hit it diagonally with a slamming sound and spun off the table.

  “Fuck.” I groaned as I watched it bounce a few times then roll away under a couch. Just my fucking luck to lose the ball.

  Leaning my hip against the pool table, I closed my eyes to block everything out, but of course it was impossible. Raucous noise grated on my nerves and I clamped my jaw tightly while gripping the cue with both hands.

  All my fucking life I’d lived in the shadows of my brothers. Being the baby of the family and growing up without a mother meant I got the shit kicked out of me by the evil twin, Daemon, and my father, Chopper Malone.

  Yet it was a blessing in disguise. I was the toughest motherfucker of them all. Blood excited me. Caused an adrenaline rush like nothing else. So when everyone else was too much of a fucking pussy to do the job right, guess who was their man?

  Me, of course.

  Razor Malone. Mean badass motherfucker and proud of it.

  Judge and jury.

  Master of lethal weapons.

  Ruthless killer.

  I wore it like a badge of honor. I wasn’t the kind of man anyone dared fuck with if they had half a brain. I had a reputation to uphold, one that required dedication and proof in the form of body-count.

  There was only one thing that could bring me to my knees. Raven haired, full body tattoos and piercings in the most provocative places made me drool. But it was her dirty mouth and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that gave me a raging hard-on for Lexi Clarke.

  Lexi could simply turn me on with her wicked sexy-as-hell smile. Even if that fucking smile was directed at Ryder, her eyes glued to him.

  Rage filled every inch of my six foot two frame while I watched her looking at the Scorpio Stinger VP the way I wanted her to look at me. I’d fantasize about slitting Ryder’s throat with the razors imbedded into my biker boots so many times that I practically salivated over it.

  I didn’t understand the fuss everyone made over Ryder. As if they hadn’t just seen him a few days ago, and worst of all was Lexi. It was like she lost her fucking brain the minute he stepped into a room. Her gaze was pinned to him, followed him with longing. He finished his beer, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he rose to his feet.

  “I have to get back to LA. See you ugly fuckers in a few days.” He grinned at the ladies. “That excludes all of you, of course.”

  The background music drowned out as another round of laughter filled the room. Fucking lame.

  He lifted his chin as he passed by the pool table. “Later, brother.”

  “Yeah. Later.” I chalked up my cue, not bothering to spare him a glance.

  He left the clubroom with Hammer in tow. Finally. I couldn’t wait for him get the fuck out of what was increasingly my domain.

  Lexi dropped a heavy sigh. The smile that had been plastered all over her beautiful face the whole time Ryder was there, wiped off as if it never happened. Only the rosy glow on her cheeks remained and the way her lips parted as she watched his back made my insides tie into a tight knot.

  It’s sickening.

  What did she see in Ryder fucking Knox?

  What did he have that I didn’t? I could give a woman as much as he could. Fuck, I could give her more without even trying too hard. I was a catch and bitches begged for my dick.

  All but one. The one woman I wanted, was stuck on somebody else.

  I sneered. “You’re such a fucking easy bitch.” Her shoulders dropped and it filled me with satisfaction, even though a part of me knew it was wrong. Jealousy was an evil monster and I just couldn’t get a fucking grip on it. Leaning over the sticky bar counter that had seen better days, I growled next to her ear. “Ryder’s cock belongs to Jade. He doesn’t see you sweetheart, he only has eyes for her.”

  Her cheeks reddened and her eyes blazed as she shoved me away, nearly knocking my glass over. “Fuck off, Razor.”

  “Only if you come with me.” I took a sip of my beer and watched her pour another for Ox and slide it across to him. My lips curled into a wicked grin. “I think you’ve forgotten how a real man fucks his woman. Let me remind you.”

  It had been a while since I’d been inside her warm and tight little pussy and my dick ached for her. Who was I kidding? Every fucking inch of me ached for her sexy body.

  “When will you get it through your thick stupid skull that I don’t want you? I’m never going to fuck you again, Razor, so quit wasting your time.” She looked around the club room. “There are plenty of whores who’ve told me all about your new cock piercings, and I must admit that intrigued me, but it’s never going to happen. So suck it up and move the fuck on.”

  I loved a fucking challenge. A grin of satisfaction spread across my face. The pain I’d endured a few weeks ago to get pierced was worth every second if it caught Lexi’s attention. That was exactly why I’d gone to the trouble. She’d loved my thick and heavy cock when I fucked her before, even if she was saying she didn’t want it. I knew better.

  “You like pierced cock, don’t you? Well, babe, you’re gonna salivate when I fuck that dirty little mouth of yours. You don’t know what you’re missing, but I’m going to show you.”

  Her lips parted and her attention was glued to my crotch as if she had x-ray vision. I could practically see her brain ticking over as her eyes gleamed. The fact I’d given it to other girls and not to her would piss her the fuck off even if the little bitch wouldn’t admit it.

  “I’m gonna have you scream my name,” I smirked, “you’ll never want another cock as long as you live. What’s the bet one look at my piercings and you’ll wanna wrap your lips around it and suck me off?”

  She laughed, her whole body shaking so that the tops of her tits jiggled in her low cut top. Lexi had a pair of knockers that could send a man to war. I’d had the pleasure of sinking my teeth into the soft white flesh and the memory alone made my cock throb.

  “Jesus, you’re such an over-confident asshole. Guys are practically tripping over their dicks to fuck me and you think I’m worried about yours? Get over yourself.”

  She turned her back to me and placed the glass she’d been polishing for the last three minutes on the shelf with the others. For a MC club, we had the shiniest fucking glasses of them all and it was kinda embarrassing. If only Lexi used her polishing skills better by rubbing my dick, I’d be happier.

  I wanted her and I’d do any-fucking-thing to make it happen.

  A plan formed in my head. Lexi couldn’t resist a challenge—just like me.

  “What’s the bet I can get half a dozen babes to suck my dick bett
er than you can?”

  Lexi’s head snapped up. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. She slammed a glass on the counter with a thud.

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  I nodded. “Sure am.”

  I needed her to take the bait. I needed those fucking lips with the dismissive sneer around my dick. Just the thought was enough to get my heart racing already.

  Her eyebrows raised. “That’s not even a legitimate bet. How the fuck can anyone measure that? You’re full of shit.”

  My girl was hooked already. I just had to come up with a great angle and I’d have four chicks blow me. I couldn’t lose.

  “Hey, bro, you got some balls, man,” Hammer piped up, slapping me on the back with a nervous chuckle as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

  Ox grinned, baring this corncob teeth. “This I gotta see. We ain’t had this much fun in a while.”

  Logan’s eyes widened. “Respect, dude. I underestimated you.” The kid was a womanizer, so that had to mean something. Courage surged through me. Maybe it was foolish but I’d started this and I was never one to quit.

  Lexi’s hands rested on her hips. She lifted her chin, her eyes blazing with fire, yet her voice stayed cold as ice. “What are we playing for? I need it to be worth my while.”

  “Yeah, what’s the deal?” Axel spurred me on.

  A crowd gathered around us, amusement written on their faces. Lexi and I had history and I guessed everyone was curious to see how it played out.

  I rubbed my chin as I watched Lexi squirm. Fuck me if I wasn’t enjoying this. She’d teased and tormented me for goddamn weeks and it was my chance to show her who was fucking boss.

  “For an entire week you’ll be my bitch and I’ll own you. You’ll obey my every fucking command, no arguments.”

  “And if you lose?” Lexi snarled.

  “I won’t. But if I do, I’ll promise not to pester you for seven days. Good enough?”

  She took the bait.

  “No. For one month you won’t speak a word to me if you lose.” She picked up another glass and started shining it up.

  “No problem,” I said, my spirits soaring. This was too easy.

  My gaze went around the room and a lazy grin moved my lips as I checked out some of the club whores who’d showed me a great time over the years. Hungry eyes beamed back at me, some of the girls pushing their tits up just a few inches so I didn’t miss them.

  “Don’t get too cocky too soon—there’s more.” Her voice was low and husky. I tilted my head to the side and stared at her for a beat.

  “More? Ask for anything you want sweetheart, but the chances of you winning are close to zero.”

  Of course I had a plan. I wasn’t as dumb as people thought. In order to win all I had to do was to close my eyes and imagine hell on earth while she sucked me off. I’d witness enough horrifying deeds over my lifetime that would make any man impotent—all I had to do was recall them. I was fucking sure I wasn’t going to lose.

  She tapped her index finger on her chin, scrutinizing my face. A sly grin replaced the frown. “You’ll shave your head and grow a beard. And get a tattoo with the words Lexi is Boss.”

  “What?” I raked a hand through my wild hair. I was having way too much fun with this to back out now. “I haven’t cut my fucking hair for years, for a reason.”

  My hair was safe, but I was still considering getting a tat even if I lost. That would get a rise outta her regardless of the outcome of the bet.

  “I don’t mind getting inked with your name, but the words will be different. Lexi is my bitch.” I rubbed my chin as the idea settled in my mind. “Yeah, that sounds better. In fact, I’m tempted to let you win just to get that ink right here.” I lifted my shirt and pointed to the space between the V of my groin just above the studded belt where my jeans sat low on my hips. “That way you’ll see it every time you go down on me as a reminder.”

  Lexi slammed the glass down on the counter. “No fucking way.” She pursed her pretty red lips and narrowed her eyes at me. “My rules or this bet is off.”

  Ox laughed out loud. “She’s got you by the curlies, bro. I fucking love it.”

  I glared at him. “I’m not fucking losing, so it’s no big fucking deal, is it?”

  Hammer slapped me hard on the back. “You sound cock sure of that,” he said laughing his ass off.

  Lexi narrowed her eyes at me. “What’s it gonna be, Razor? You ready to back out of this stupid bet?”

  I shook my head. “Hell, no, baby. My cock needs attention.”

  “You egomaniac, you’re really gonna do this in front of everybody?” Her hands sat squat on her hips as she stared at my package. If her eyes were laser beams, my dick would shrivel up and die—disintegrate into nothingness. Lucky for me, she had none such powers, but she looked sexy as fuck anyway, with her eyes blazing and her cheeks glowing.

  “Let the games begin,” I said, smacking my lips. “Unless you give up and I win anyway.”

  “In your fucking dreams.”

  I pulled down the zipper of my jeans, never taking my eyes off hers. She licked over her lips and that action alone made my cock jerk. But I had to play it cool.

  “You sure you can handle this?” I smirked.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “You’ll be up against the best cocksuckers this club has to offer. No offense, ladies,” I said quickly with a cocky smile.

  Axel nearly choked the way he was laughing. The girls giggled, and I knew they were just dying to get into this. We hadn’t had an orgy around the club for a while since Cobra got shot and the mood turned all dark and sombre.

  Patches of red flashed on Lexi’s cheeks, chest and neck. She hated when she lost a bet. “Bring it on. I dare you,” she said in a terse voice.

  I’d teach her never to wager against me. “These gentlemen will be the judges.” I pointed to Ox, Hammer, Logan and Axel. “We’ll put numbers in a hat and each babe draws one out. You’ll all have turns of three minutes on my cock to make me come. The chick who does it best, wins.”

  “Fuck man, you’re a genius,” Axel chirped, rubbing the palm of his hand over his cock. I chuckled. There probably wasn’t a man in the room who wouldn’t wanna trade places with me.

  But this was my bet. Mine to win because losing wasn’t an option.

  I was a gambling man and I loved taking risks, especially for a payoff like that. I’d collect my prize with all the satisfaction of a cat who got the cream.

  2 — Lexi

  I wanted to win the damn bet, even though it was the most ridiculous thing he’d come up with so far. I wasn’t interested in Razor’s pierced cock; been there, done that . . . but I wasn’t going to be upstaged by any little club slut. Hell no.

  The cocky asshole had the gall to call me a slut and he was going to eat his fucking words. I wasn’t the kind of woman to mess with and he’d learn that the hard way.

  Everything about the man was maddening and I wanted nothing more than to put Razor fucking Malone in his place once and for all.

  He’d hooked his thumbs into the fronts of his sleeveless leather cut the way he always did when he was being arrogant and brash, standing with his legs planted wide and firm. His long hair hung partially over his left eye and I had the urge to reach out and brush it back off his face. But I didn’t act on the impulse. The man was already so fucking confident he would win and I wasn’t going to give him anything more to add to his overoptimistic fantasy.

  Eyeing the women across from me, I could tell that they were crazy enough to participate in Razor’s scheme. They made no secret of it that they’d do anything to be Razor’s old lady and that simply added fuel to his fire. The bastard was going to use them to get to me. Ha. He didn’t stand a snowball’s hope in hell.

  Fuck it! I’d show everyone.

  The only thing I really wanted from life was to be taken seriously for once. Why did everyone assume that because I had a few tatts and piercings that I w
as rotten inside? People judged me without speaking one word to me. How fucking dared they assume the worst without any proof.

  At high school, I’d always been the misfit. The girl who didn’t belong to any group until I started my own. If nobody wanted me in theirs, I didn’t care because I had a few friends who were outcasts like me and we hung out together, getting through puberty and life one day at a time.

  Was I an angel? Hell no. My poor father couldn’t understand why I wasn’t more like my cousins of the same age, Jade and Rebecca, and he constantly bemoaned the fact that he was stuck with a wayward daughter. I embarrassed him and he worked longer and longer hours, leaving me to my own devices. By the time I got to high school, I slept over at a friend’s place more often than at Dad’s house.

  Jolted back to the present by an uproar of laughter, my attention went to Hammer. He’d dug his hands deep into his jeans pockets and his shoulders were slumped forward while he cast his gaze toward his boots as if it were the very first time he’d seen them.

  “Hammer, you’re such a loser. You haven’t had pussy for years. Watch and learn from a pro.”

  Hammer’s neck turned blotchy and his cheeks went crimson. I thought he was adorable, even while everyone was making fun of him. I took a step toward him.

  “Why don’t you get Logan to show you how to get a girl?”

  “Maybe Hammer doesn’t like girls. Maybe it’s Logan he likes. The two of them spend so much time together in the security room. You gotta wonder what goes on in there. Maybe all the chicks Logan beds is just a cover for what really is going on.”

  Scorn flitted across Logan’s face as he punched Axel in the arm. “You’re an asshole, mate. Watch your mouth.”

  Things had been dull around the club house and everyone could do with a little excitement, but I baulked that it had to be at my, Logan and Hammer’s expense.

  Logan could defend himself, and in his Aussie way he made no bones about telling them off. But Hammer? The man didn’t deserve to be humiliated. If it weren’t for his mad skills on computers and security systems, the club would’ve been in a hell of a lot more trouble when shit hit the fan.