Down & Dirty: Slade
Dirty Angels MC, Book 6
By USAT Bestselling author Jeanne St. James
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Blurb:
Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Slade’s story…
He thought he liked easy. Until she showed him easy was boring.
Right out of the Marines, Slade’s first mistake was patching into a club that was headed down a destructive path. His second was rolling into Shadow Valley on a search for answers. He had no plans to patch into another club, even one like the DAMC, and he certainly wasn’t looking for an ol’ lady. Especially a ball-buster like Diamond, who could singe the hair off a brother’s nuts with just a look.
DAMC born and bred, Diamond was ready to give up on becoming an ol’ lady until the heavily tattooed biker rolled into town on his Harley. Problem is, months later Slade’s still a mystery. He never talks about himself or his past, and Diamond wants answers. But she's not quite ready for what’s uncovered: secrets that could very well implode the club. It doesn’t just bring Slade’s loyalty into question, but forces Diamond to make a choice she doesn’t want to make. A choice that affects not only Slade, but the whole MC.
Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
“C’mon, brother, wake the fuck up.”
Slade groaned as the annoying voice
disturbed his peaceful rest.
“Slade. C’mon, brother. You gotta
get the fuck outta here.”
For some reason, the disturbance
sounded a lot like Dawg. Why the fuck would the strip-club manager be giving
him an unwelcome wake-up call?
Slade popped one eye open.
Probably because he had passed out
at Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s club. Again.
That wasn’t a pillow under his
head. Nope. It was a stripper’s lap.
He tipped his eyes upward. Not
surprised at all, she was passed out, too. Her head rested against the back of
the red velour love seat, her neck bent cockeyed and her mouth wide open.
She didn’t look so hot right now.
But then, he probably didn’t look much
better.
With a groan, he lifted his head
off her fishnet-stockinged thighs. Hopefully, she didn’t mind the little bit of
drool that had escaped his gaping mouth during his snooze-fest.
Fuck.
He wiped the back of his hand over
his mouth and groaned.
“Seriously, brother, you gotta get
the fuck outta here. Wanna lock up. Take ‘er with ya, if you gotta. But just
get gone.”
He blinked. His brain felt like a
whole lot of cotton had been shoved between his ears.
He sucked in a deep breath, then
grimaced.
Fuck.
He wouldn’t be eating that snatch any time soon.
Fuck him. That was deadly.
He pushed himself upright faster
than he should have, and his head wobbled. No, that wasn’t his head, that was
his pickled brain.
“Want me to get one of the
prospects to take you back to church?”
He blinked again, hoping his vision
would clear. He turned his head to find Dawg standing about five feet away,
hands planted on his hips, an unhappy expression on his bearded face. The
six-foot-two biker had dark smudges under his eyes. He was probably ready to get
some shuteye of his own after working all night.
Slade tried to shake his head, but
that made things so much worse. “No,” he finally got out, his voice croaking
like a sick frog.
“Either that or Diamond. Take your
fuckin’ pick. If I were you, I’d take door number one. Number two might just shriek
your head right off, an’ then slam your dick over an’ over in that door.
‘Specially since your usin’ one of my girls as a fuckin’ pillow.”
Door number one sounded like a good
option. There was probably a prospect still in the club that could drag his ass
home.
Slade forced out, “Where’s Moose?”
“In the back, restockin’. Gonna get
him to haul this passed-out bitch home in a few an’ can get ‘im to drop you
off, too.”
Slade started to nod but thought
better of it.
His brain felt like soup; no point
in sloshing it around more than necessary.
“Don’t get why you’re gettin’
fuckin’ plastered here every night instead of The Iron Horse. Drink free there,
here you don’t.”
He drank here because most of the
club members didn’t come out to the strip club. It wasn’t a typical hang-out
for them. They preferred drinking in church or the public side of the bar, so
they could just walk upstairs to their room to pass out.
If he had any sense he’d do the
same, but after working a shift at The Iron Horse slinging drinks for Hawk, the
club’s VP and bar manager, and helping contain any out-of-control customers, he
didn’t feel like serving himself. He wanted to sit on the other side of the bar,
enjoy himself, and not be bothered.
It also didn’t hurt that most of Dawg’s
girls were easy on the eyes and came with big-ass tits.
Not to mention, soft laps to pass
out on. And sometimes pussy that didn’t smell like death warmed over.
But that wasn’t the main reason
he’d been ending up here. Fuck no, it wasn’t.
The main reason was to lay low. Get
his drink on without that bitch harping at him.
A bitch he hadn’t even banged yet.
A bitch who had tried to get her
claws in him. Take a permanent seat on the back of his sled.
He wasn’t ready to have an ol’ lady,
for fuck’s sake.
And even if he was, it certainly
wouldn’t be Diamond. While they had a bit of fun last summer during some of the
club runs, that was all it was... fun. To an extent.
At least until she wanted to become
his regular piece.
Worst part about her was the woman
didn’t listen. No fucking way was he putting up with backtalk and attitude.
He didn’t mind claws as long as they
only came out while fucking. Screw that everyday shit, though. That would give
a brother a headache. Worse than the hangover he would have tomorrow.
Was the bitch hot? Fuck yeah, she
was.
Long dark, dark, dark brown hair that
was typical for the Dirty Angels MC women, and great for digging his fingers
into. Bright blue eyes that could pierce him to his soul. Plump, red lips that would
be perfect for wrapping around his cock and sucking him like a fucking Hoover
vacuum. And the fucking tits on her... Damn, they’d been pressed to his back
during the runs a couple times. He couldn’t forget those curvy hips of hers, either.
Perfect to sink his fingers into, whether he was fucking her from behind or she
was riding him like a bucking bronco.
All stuff he had planned on doing
with her until he found out she was fucking crazy, too. She could flip the
bitch switch in an instant.
Could have something to do with
Di’s father, Rocky, doing time in SCI Greene for murder. She was the kind of
woman who needed a firm hand and apparently didn’t get it growing up with her
mother, Ruby, from what he heard. The only father-figure she had was Ace and that
poor man already had his hands full with his own two sons, Diesel and Hawk, as
well as his nieces and nephews, Dex, Ivy and Bella.
But it wasn’t like he’d had a
father-figure in his life, either.
No matter what, Slade certainly
wasn’t going to be filling in for her “daddy” and giving her some life lessons.
Especially now that she was about to turn thirty.
No. Fucking. Way.
Though... some of those so-called
life lessons could be fun. Her sister, Jewel, got a lot of those from her ol’
man, Diesel. It always seemed D, the club’s Sergeant at Arms, was throwing his
ol’ lady over his shoulder and hauling her ass either home or upstairs to his
room at church to “teach her a lesson.”
His lips twitched. Those were the
best kind.
Slade wasn’t sure if that’s what
Diamond needed. But if she did, he wasn’t the one willing to give them to her.
Though, he normally didn’t mind a
challenge, right now he wanted easy.
No lip. No attitude. Fuck, tuck,
and go.
Another reason he kept landing face
down on Dawg’s girls. Couldn’t get easier than that. For the most part, anyhow.
They knew better than to cling
afterward.
“What’s ‘er name?” Slade asked
Dawg, who was coming from the back room with Moose on his heels. Slade had been
so caught up in his thoughts, he hadn’t even noticed he’d left.
Damn.
“Don’t think it’s gonna matter when
you wake up tomorrow mornin’.”
“It is tomorrow mornin’ already,” the prospect told Dawg.
“No, once he lands in his rack, he
ain’t wakin’ up ‘til tomorrow mornin’.”
Moose laughed and nodded.
Nope, that couldn’t happen. Slade
had to work The Iron Horse tomorrow night... tonight... what-fucking-ever.
“What time is it?”
“Three.”
“Fuck,” Slade groaned.
“Yeah, an’ I wanna hit my own rack.
So get the fuck outta here.”
Slade tilted his head toward the
still passed-out stripper. “Didn’t fuck ‘er, right?”
“No. Didn’t make it off that couch ‘fore
you both passed out. Got a sloppy lap dance an’ then you were both out fuckin’ cold.”
“Fuck,” Slade muttered again.
“Yeah, owe me a hundred bucks.”
Slade’s eyebrows shot up his
forehead. “For the lap dance?”
“No, owe her for the lap dance. Owe me
for the loss of tips since she missed her last dance on stage.”
“Shit.”
Dawg nodded. “Yeah, shit. This shit’s gotta stop, brother.
Bad ‘nough when you’re gettin’ wasted, but gettin’ my girls wasted ain’t good.
Got me?”
Slade sucked in a breath. “Yeah.
Got you.”
“Gotta carry her, Moose. Make sure
she gets inside her place an’ it’s locked up ‘fore you leave.”
“Got you, boss.”
“An’ don’t be copin’ a feel,
either. Got me?” Dawg said louder than what was necessary, which made Slade
wince.
The heavyset prospect lifted his
palms in front of him. “Ain’t takin’ advantage of some unconscious lady.”
Dawg snorted at the prospect’s use
of “lady.” But no matter what Dawg thought of his “girls,” he treated them well
and made sure they stayed safe. That’s why he never had a lack of talent on
stage.
“An’ that’s why I pay you well,
prospect. Now get ‘em both outta here so I can go crash.”
Moose leaned over, picked the
stripper up like she weighed nothing, even though she was dead weight, and
Slade reluctantly climbed to his feet. His head spun for a second but once he
leveled out, he was good to follow Moose out of the club’s back door to the
employee parking lot.
However, out in the parking lot on
the way to the prospect’s vehicle, he had to take a quick pit stop and rid his gut
of its liquid contents.
And that didn’t make him feel one
fucking bit better.
****
“The big three-oh!” Jewel practically
screamed in her ear.
Diamond winced at her sister’s loud
enthusiasm. Who the hell was excited when they turned thirty? Not her. Di was
not looking forward to her thirtieth birthday. No way, no how. Thirty and still
single. Thirty and still not an ol’ lady. Thirty and still didn’t have anyone
in her bed on a regular basis. Thirty and her steady boyfriend took batteries. And
a lot of them.
She frowned.
“Okay, so what are we planning?”
Bella asked, leaning back into the counter at Sophie’s Sweet Treats.
They were having an impromptu
meeting of the DAMC women. Somehow, whenever that happened they always ended up
at Sophie’s bakery.
Well, the reason why was simple.
Fucking awesome, sweet, fattening
cupcakes. The best in western Pennsylvania if you asked Diamond. But that was
neither here nor there...
The point was the women wanted to
do something for her birthday.
“We could do a ladies’ night out!”
Kelsea chirped.
“Where?” Ivy asked.
Kelsea shrugged. “Find some hot
club in the ‘Burgh?”
“I’m not going to some club,” Bella
muttered.
“Why not? It would be fun!” Kelsea
exclaimed.
“Well, that would leave me out,”
Sophie said, holding onto her huge belly. “All I need is my water to break in
the middle of the dance floor.”
Sophie looked like she was about to
pop out Zak’s kid at any second. Di wrinkled her nose. It actually looked
painful with her body stretched enormously out of its natural shape. It looked
like she shoved an overfilled beach ball under her maternity top. She couldn’t
imagine Sophie’s former hot body would ever be the same again.
The woman waddled over to the
display case and groaned as she tried to lean over to pull out a tray of
cupcakes for them to devour.
“Oh!” Sophie gasped.
“What?” Kiki yelled, eyes wide.
Sophie straightened, making a face.
“I think I just peed myself a little. Freaking kid is riding on my bladder like
it’s a Harley.”
“Let me get that,” Bella said,
putting a hand on Sophie’s back and gently moving her out of the way. She
pulled out a tray of cupcakes that looked mouth-watering.
“What are those?” Diamond whispered
in awe, mesmerized by the hip-widening confections.
Bella did an elaborate hand sweep
over the tray. “S’mores cupcakes. Chocolate cake filled with a swirl of fudge
and marshmallow filling, topped with toasted marshmallow frosting and graham
cracker crumbles on top.”
Ivy sighed as she stared at the
baked goodies.
Di felt the same way. “Give me one
of those right now!”
Bella laughed and handed them out.
Everyone got very quiet as they shoved all the sugary goodness into their
cupcake holes. Eye rolls, passionate groans, and lip smacking ensued.
Then the bells over the door
jingled and they all turned their attention in that direction.
“How’d you know we were pigging out
on the newest cupcake flavor?” Bella called out.
Axel pushed through the door,
wearing his uniform and a heavy patrol jacket since it was March and winter
still hadn’t completely vacated Shadow Valley. He smiled and shrugged. His gaze
bounced from the tray of cupcakes to Bella.
“I’ve been thinking about them all
morning. Especially since you mumbled something about S’mores cupcakes in your
sleep.”
“I did not,” Bella scoffed.
“I swear you did! Give me one of
those.” He approached the display case and Bella handed him a cupcake.
All the women held their breath as
Axel peeled the baby blue paper baking cup off the bottom of the cupcake and
waited for him to tongue the icing in the sensual way he was known to do. But
he didn’t. He just took a big bite.
All their breath rushed out at
once.
“What the fuck, Bella? You ruined
it now that he’s in your bed every night,” Ivy muttered under her breath to her
sister.
Bella smirked and shrugged.
After swallowing his bite, he
cocked an eyebrow toward the group of women behind the counter. “Am I
interrupting an important meeting?”
“Yes, since your cousin’s turning
thirty in a couple weeks. We’re making plans.”
“Oh fuck,” Axel muttered. “Like
what?”
“Going clubbing or male strippers.
Or,” Kelsea shrugged, “something fun.”
Axel frowned. “Male strippers?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Di didn’t miss it when Axel’s gaze
hit Bella’s. Something went unsaid between the two.
“We’re not doing male strippers,”
Bella said softly, rolling her lips inward to contain her amusement.
“Says who?” Kelsea asked,
disappointed.
Diamond was surprised she didn’t
stomp her foot for good measure. She was known to do that on occasion.
“I could tell you who would have
something to say about it.” Axel’s gaze landed on Jewel. “Diesel.” It moved to
Sophie. “Z.” It bounced to Ivy. “Jag.” Then finally landed on Kiki. “And Hawk.
Maybe that’s who.”
“But not you, right?” Kiki asked,
just as amused. “You’d be fine with Bella going to see male strippers?”
Axel’s inhale of breath and his
chest puffing out was unmistakable. He yanked up his duty belt. “I have no
problem with it.”
Kelsea’s laughter peeled through
the shop as she slapped her palm on her thigh. “Right!”
“I wouldn’t. Bella’s free to do
what she wants!” he exclaimed.
“Riiiight,” Kelsea said again,
still laughing.
Bella moved around the counter and
up to Axel, slipping a hand into his open patrol jacket and planting it on his
belly. “Maybe it’s best if you leave us women to finish our little pow wow. Go
fight some crime or something.”
He planted a quick kiss on her lips
before shoving the remainder of the cupcake into his mouth. He nodded, chewed
and swallowed before saying, “Can I take one to go?”
Kiki grabbed another cupcake and
held it out to him. He moved to snag it and then leaned into Bella, putting his
mouth to her ear.
Diamond wondered what he whispered
to his woman and felt a pang of jealousy. It wasn’t that she wanted Axel, hell
no, she didn’t. He was her cousin, for fuck’s sake. But she was envious of what
those two had.
Hell, she was envious of what all
the women in the room, who had hooked up recently, had with their men. All but
her. Well, and Kelsea, too.
Bella beamed up at him and after
another quick kiss to her forehead, Axel left.
Bella turned to the group who was
staring at her and she clapped her hands together sharply. “Now, let’s get down
to the business of planning Di’s thirtieth birthday bash!”
The women hooted and held up their
cupcakes, tapping them together like champagne glasses.
“I know part of my plan is that I’m
getting laid for my thirtieth,” Di declared with a nod.
“Easy enough,” Ivy said, licking
icing off her finger.
“No, seriously.”
“We believe you, sis,” Jewel
assured her. “All we have to do is plan a pig roast and there’ll be plenty of
dick to choose from.”
“Like who?” Di asked and before anyone
could answer, she added, “And don’t say Slade.”
“Okaaay. I won’t.” Jewel frowned.
“Like hang-arounds. And... we can invite the Dark Knights. I’m sure one of them
would drag you by your hair upstairs and bang the shit out of you.”
“Yeah, I’m sure our brother would
love to watch me being dragged upstairs by a Knight. Your ol’ man might have
something to say about it, too.”
Jewel waved a dismissing hand in
the air. “Then don’t do it at church. Take whoever it is back to your place.”
Di tilted her head as she
considered her sister’s suggestion.
“Okay, but we still need to plan
what we’re doing,” Kelsea said.
“I think we need to do it somewhere
other than church,” Kiki said. “We want it to be special. You only turn thirty
once and we don’t want it to turn into a club party just like any other.”
“True,” Ivy said, tapping her
bottom lip with her finger.
“So we don’t want to do it at The
Iron Horse, either...” Kiki said, clearly giving it some thought.
“No. Plus, do we really want the
men busting in and being all up in our business? Making sure we’re not doing
something they don’t approve of?”
Jewel said, reminding them all of how bossy and domineering the club members
can be.
“Right. I thought you liked driving
your man so crazy he gives you those “lessons” of his?”
Jewel smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“I do. But still...”
“Right. They’ll spoil it. It has to
be elsewhere.”
“So we go to a club and go dancing.
Simple as that,” Kelsea said.
“Somebody really wants to go out clubbing,” Kiki murmured.
“What else is there to do?” Kelsea, the
youngest of all the club sisters, asked.
“Not goin’ out dancin’,” came the
deep grumble from the direction of the bakery kitchen.
“Ah, fuck,” Kelsea muttered next to
Di as Zak came through the door.
“Ain’t goin’ out runnin’ ‘round
puttin’ yourself in danger with the fuckin’ Warriors on the warpath,” he
continued.
“The Warriors aren’t going to be at
a night club in Pittsburgh,” Kelsea huffed.
Z shook his head, making his dark
shoulder-length hair swing, and stepped up to his wife, curving a hand along
the bottom of her extended belly. “How’s he doin’?”
“She’s doing fine,” Sophie corrected him.
“Why didn’t you guys find out the
sex?” Kiki asked with more than a little exasperation in her voice.
Sophie waved a hand around, then
laid it over Z’s. “We want it to be a surprise. And I already know it’s going
to be a girl.”
“Ain’t gonna be a girl,” Z
grumbled.
Bella snorted at the argument that kept
being repeated for almost the last nine months. And it was driving them all crazy.
“What are you going to do if it
is?” Kiki asked, her eyes crinkling with amusement at his stubbornness.
Z opened his mouth and shut it. His
eyes narrowed, and he frowned. Then he said, “You women wanna party, do it at
church.”
“Z! No!” Kelsea yelled.
“No, we’re not doing it at church,”
Jewel seconded Kelsea.
“No lip. Ain’t gotta choice.”
“The fuck we don’t!” Kelsea cried.
Z raised his brows and swung his
head toward her, laying down the law. “Church or nothin’. Got me?”
“What the fuck,” Kelsea muttered.
“We’re not having our meetings here anymore.”
Di sort of agreed with Kelsea. It
was difficult to have their meetings at the bakery now when it always seemed
that Z was around. Instead of working in any of the other club businesses, he
decided he’d help “manage” the bakery, which, to him, pretty much meant he got
to boss his wife and Bella around and sometimes
do paperwork.
But really, Diamond thought the
reason he wanted to “work” in the bakery was to keep an eye on and protect his
pregnant wife.
Sophie cupped her man’s cheek as
she grinned up at him. “Then you men have to promise to stay out and we can
have male strippers come in.”
His blue eyes swung back down to
his wife. “What?”
“You heard me,” Sophie murmured,
her grin widening to a smile.
His eyebrows hit the top of his
head. “Strippers?”
Di tried not to laugh at the way he
spit that word out of his mouth.
“Yeah, you know, like the ones that
are always at all the club parties, except these have dicks instead of tits,”
Kelsea said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Shouldn’t have a problem with
that, right? With equality and all that.”
Z’s eyebrows dropped low and his
expression turned dark and stormy. “Equality? Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
“Nope. Time for this club to come into the
twenty-first century. We’re demanding equality,” Kelsea declared as she stomped
her foot. Ah, there it was.
Z snorted, dropped his head to
stare at his boots and shook it. “Brain musta got scrambled,” he muttered to
the floor. He raised his gaze to his wife. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere with my kid
in your belly, got me?”
Sophie pinned her lips together as
she patted his chest reassuringly. “First off, I’m not going out dancing in
this condition.”
“In any condition,” he corrected
her in a mutter.
“And your concern with our safety
is duly noted.”
“Reason for it.”
“Right. I get it, baby,” she
whispered. She glanced toward the rest of the women. “But it’s Di’s thirtieth
birthday and we are going to
celebrate it, whether you like it or not.”
“That so?”
“Yep, that’s so,” Sophie repeated
with a nod.
Di rolled her lips under in an
attempt not to beam at Sophie’s control over her husband. As club president and
badass biker, he wasn’t normally willing to bend for a woman, but Sophie had
him wrapped around her little finger. And right now she was wiggling that
powerful pinky.
The rest of the women were
pretending not to notice Sophie’s control over her old man. Di eyeballed
Kelsea, hoping the younger woman kept her trap shut and didn’t blow it for
them.
Kelsea’s eyes slid to hers and she
bugged them out in a silent message. Di gave her a slight nod.
Zak finally sighed. “Gonna get Hawk
to close down The Iron Horse an’ get Dawg to book you some male strippers.
Ain’t gonna let any of the brothers over there to bother you. Drink, dance,
eyeball some strange dick, have fun. Still safe. Got me?”
“Got you,” Sophie whispered, her
eyes sparkling.
“Invite Dawg’s girls.”
“No,” she said firmly with a shake
of her head.
His eyebrows furrowed. “The sweet
butts.”
“No.”
“The Knights’ ol’ ladies,” he
muttered finally.
“Fine.”
“Gonna set the prospects out front
to guard the door. Keep an eye out for trouble.”
“Fine. As long as they don’t come
in.”
His nostrils flared. “Whatever,” he
muttered, pressed a kiss to her forehead and moved back in the direction he had
come from. No one said a word until the door to the back kitchen swung shut.
Then they even waited a few more seconds until they knew he was out of hearing
range.
Then they all looked at each other
and beamed. Di rushed up to Sophie and gave her a high five. “Good job.”
“Now, I just hope I don’t pop until
after the party. I want to see the results of my negotiations.”
“Strange dick?” Ivy asked, quoting
Z.
“Hell yes!” Kelsea crowed.
Ivy snorted. “Dawg should have
connections to find a hot traveling troupe of male strippers on short notice.”
“Up to him, he may find the ugliest
ones.”
“I’ll call him and make sure he
doesn’t,” Jewel assured Kelsea. “And I’ll make sure there’s a lot of them. One
for each of us.”
“Oh, brother. You know Z was only
the first obstacle. Some of us will have one of our very own,” Kiki said.
“Like Hawk?” Jewel asked.
“Mmm. And remember that big,
serious, overly protective brother of his?” Kiki asked her with an arched brow.
“How can I forget?” Diesel’s ol’
lady answered with a frown.
“Right.”
“Bah,” Jewel answered, waving a
dismissing hand. “They’ll all get over it.”
Di was suddenly glad she didn’t
have to worry about a possessive man like most of them did. She was free to
enjoy her birthday and hot, naked men as much as she wanted.
And she was going to make sure she
took full advantage of her birthday celebration. Maybe she’d even be able to
talk one of the strippers into a private dance. At her place. With both of them
totally naked. And horizontal.
No batteries required.
Yeah, that sounded like a great
idea.
She couldn’t wait.
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