Bone's phone rang and he answered it on the third ring.

"What's up, baby." Bone asked turning his chair away from Ratchet. His voice taking on that soft tone it always did for Molly.

"Okay, so you're going over there with them." There was a pause then. "Yeah, that's fine. I have stuff that I need to handle....Tomorrow" The man said after another pause. Then he whispered. "Love you too, babe," before he hung up.

"Molly says your girl's staying with Pearl and Bear." He told him making Ratchet snarl in angry disagreement.

"The f.u.c.k she is! She's coming back to the farm with me." Ratchet burst out angrily.

"That isn't going to happen unless she agrees to it. If you can convince her to stay with you instead of Bear and Pearl then fine, otherwise deal with it." Bone snarled back at him.

"No, I f.u.c.king saved her. She needs to come with me I can protect her." He roared standing now, glaring daggers at Bone who watched him silently.

"Not going to say this again. Ratchet, you don't own that little girl. She's safe. You know she is. If that's all you're worried about stay at the clubhouse for a few days to be sure, but know this. I am not in the habit of forcing any woman to live with a man she doesn't want to live with and n.o.body in this club will be taking a woman who isn't fully willing to go with them anywhere. Make no mistake. We will protect her from you if it becomes necessary." Bone stood and he was leaning forward into Ratchet's face as he said this.

"I wouldn't force her." He grumbled sitting back in his chair with a sigh. f.u.c.k, what made the man think he was going to force Mia to do anything that she didn't want to. He was just going f.u.c.king nuts. This bulls.h.i.t was making him f.u.c.king crazy. He'd planned on getting to know her better. A lot better. Only when he'd discovered that she was in trouble he'd decided that he'd keep her. f.u.c.k, he should just go get his d.a.m.ned cut from her and leave. Go home to the farm and forget that Mia's perfect t.i.ts made his d.i.c.k throb so hard his teeth ached.

Even as he listened to Bone telling him about a man they needed his expertise to break anyway he knew he wasn't going anywhere without Mia.

Chapter 10.

Mia watched as Pearl began to mix the batter for the cookies she was making for the bonfire party tonight. She'd been here for two days. She liked it in Devils Falls. It was fun. She'd met a lot of really nice people, but one of the ones she'd wanted to see for the last two days had barely showed his face.

"Okay, it's ready to be put on the pans you greased." Pearl's bash voice told her as she plopped the bowl down on the counter.

Mia was startled out of her stupor. She began rolling the dough and placing it on the pans Pearl had laid out. Bear came into the kitchen walking up behind Pearl. Grabbing her a.s.s, and kissing her on the neck. She smacked his hands away laughingly.

"Stop you big lug. You're making Mia uncomfortable again." Pearl squealed girlishly. This was normal and after three days of this type of behavior she was getting used to it. Bear was sweet. Everyone looked at her like she was nuts when she said it, but she'd been surprised by the large man's gruff kindness on several occasions.

"The girl's fine. What time are you headed over tonight?" Bear told her still kissing her neck.

"About five." Pearl responded.

"Alright, you girls be good." He said just before he turned Pearl around and kissed her until she was limp. Then propping her up on the counter with a chuckle he left. He was out the door and she heard his bike roaring away when Pearl finally sighed before resuming the ch.o.r.e. Mia had already filled a pan and was starting on the second.

"That man is a maniac. Sorry about that Mia." Pearl said breathlessly.

"It's okay. At least someone's getting some." She grumbled angrily smashing her dough onto the pan. Not that she wanted to be getting some she told herself sternly.

"Well the boy's still around. You might see him tonight. Won't that be nice?" Pearl asked smiling as she placed two pans into the oven.

"No, I don't want to see him. He's a jerk. He hasn't even spoken to me since he demanded his cut back. Rudely I might add." Mia told her still slamming dough onto the pans.

"Trust me I get it. Men can be idiots. They are all that way, even my Bear. He'd cut his own arm off before he hurt me intentionally, but he's still a man, honey. They are fatally flawed you know. It's really not their fault." Pearl turned back to Mia smiling as she began rolling the dough into b.a.l.l.s and placing them on the pans.

"I don't like him anymore anyway." Mia told her even though she knew that wasn't true. She did like him, and she was p.i.s.sed that he wasn't even trying to talk to her.

"Maybe we can find you another young man then. That will teach the boy that he should have appreciated you." Pearl smiled.

Mia thought about that for a moment. Then she nodded yes that was the way. She'd show him. She'd find a man who pushed all her hot b.u.t.tons just like he did and that would show him he didn't matter. How hard could it be?

"I like that idea. Know anyone who I might like?" Mia asked getting excited about this idea suddenly. He'd be so jealous when she was with another man, and she'd tell him to eat his heart out.

"Sure, I think Pretty Boy. He's handsome and sweet. He'd do for you I think." Pearl told her after thinking for a minute or two. Perfect Mia thought. Now he'd learn that she wasn't going to wait around on his whims.

Standing on the other side of the fire seething with rage Ratchet watched Mia laughing with Pretty Boy and Log. He was not happy that Mia was talking with them. When Pretty Boy reached out to caress her face Ratchet had had enough. He moved around the fire towards Mia and that stupid f.u.c.k who thought he could touch her.

"Mia, I need to talk to you." He barked. Moving to stand in front of her.

"Okay, we can talk later. Come by tomorrow and we can chat then." Mia said turning away from him to smile at Pretty Boy. Now that just wouldn't f.u.c.king do. Not at all. He reached out his arm sliding around Mia's waist.

"Now, Mia." He lifted her off her feet and began dragging her towards the club house.

"Hey, Ratchet what the h.e.l.l, man?" Log demanded moving into his path.

He glared at the man who thought he had the right to stop him from talking to Mia. Who the f.u.c.k did this a.s.shole think he was messing with. Log stared back at him for several moments while Mia squirmed in his arms trying to get away but his hold was too firm.

"I would suggest you get out of my way, Log." Ratchet said in a deadly calm voice he knew the other man would recognize.

"I don't think that is a good idea. She doesn't want to go with you." Log grumbled.

Mia was watching the way Log was reaching for the gun in the holster at his back. Her heart began to pound. She didn't want Ratchet hurt. Nor did she want to see Log or Pretty Boy hurt for trying to protect her.

"It's fine. I will talk to the stupid neanderthal." Mia told Log who continued to hold eye contact with Ratchet despite her agreement.

"You heard her." Ratchet muttered behind her, his arm still wrapped around her waist not allowing her to escape. Mia wanted to protest, but she also didn't want the two men to fight so she refrained.

It was several tense moments later that Log stepped back and let Ratchet carry her into the clubhouse. Ratchet didn't give a f.u.c.k. If that d.i.c.khead had tried to stop him s.h.i.t would have gotten serious real quick. Mia going with him wasn't debatable. He carried her upstairs ignoring the partying that was going on around him. Carrying her into his room and slamming the door. He locked it then set her down.

She turned on him like a little h.e.l.l cat. "You're a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! How dare you just jerk me up and force me to come with you. And to your bedroom! I don't f.u.c.king think so. Now let me out of here." Mia screamed trying to get to the door.

"Stop, now. I will spank your sweet little a.s.s if you don't. What the f.u.c.k was that down there?" Ratchet demanded as he avoided the blows she tried to land on his chest while she was trying to get away from him.

"How dare you! That is never going to happen!" Mia screeched. Ratchet captured her wrists and glared down at her.

"Try me." He growled, holding her against him.

"Just stop. You don't even want to be around me so what the h.e.l.l is the problem." She demanded glaring at him.

"You shouldn't be twitching your a.s.s at men you can't handle, Mia." Ratchet growled.

"How do you know I can't handle them?" Mia snarled, jerking on her wrists. Ratchet saw red. No f.u.c.king way was any other man touching her. It just wasn't f.u.c.king happening. Not when his d.i.c.k felt like it was about to drive a pike through a steel wall. f.u.c.k, that. She was not going to twitch her a.s.s at another man.

"This is how I know you can't f.u.c.king handle them, Mia!" That was the only warning he gave her before his mouth slammed down on hers. She gasped and he took full advantage sliding his tongue into her mouth. He felt her loosen as he continued to kiss her and released her wrists so that he could grab her hips and pull her to him.

He knew that this was a bad f.u.c.king idea. Getting involved with her would likely cause more problems than it would solve, but with her hot little tongue meeting his every stroke and her hands pulling holding his cut, he knew he wasn't stopping. She was going to get f.u.c.ked, and d.a.m.ned the consequences. She made a mewling sound of pleasure and pressed against his chest. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rubbing him, her little nipples hard points that poked at him.

He slid one hand under the b.u.t.ton up shirt she was wearing sliding over her bare belly. His c.o.c.k hardened even more at the feel of her soft skin as he slid it upwards to cup her breast. He growled low when he felt the lacey bra that barely covered her. He wanted to rip the offending shirt out of the way and suck on those sweet globes of flesh. But first he'd need to rip his mouth away from hers. He growled against her lips, nipping. She made another mewling sound and his d.i.c.k throbbed so hard he thought he'd pa.s.s out. f.u.c.k, that was s.e.xy, he thought.

Her hands were sliding under his cut rubbing his chest. She arched into him, her little hands clinging to him. Mia couldn't believe how hot she felt. She'd been so angry with him only a moment ago, but then he'd started kissing her. It was like he'd doused her in fire. She was suddenly desperate to have him touch her. Caress her. When his hand slid into her shirt and his fingers pinched her nipple she almost came.

She'd never been so turned on from just a kiss. He was tugging at the b.u.t.tons now and she was trying to feel every inch of him. He was wearing just his cut again tonight and feeling all that hot male skin made her want to climb him like a tree. She couldn't believe how wanton she was acting. His lips slid from hers, moving down her neck. She leaned forward biting into his shoulder a bit to keep from moaning out loudly. She felt his hands clench on her shirt and then he was ripping it off her and his mouth was on her breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth with a grunt of satisfaction. He didn't bother to remove her bra he just sucked it into his mouth bra and all, like he couldn't wait that second it would take to take it off.

She was almost mindless and her knees weakened. She would have fallen if it wasn't for his arm around her waist. She was suddenly lifted slightly off her feet and then she was being laid back on the bed. He came down on top of her, his mouth never leaving her breast. When she arched into him, he switched b.r.e.a.s.t.s going after the other one with as much hunger as he'd sucked the first one. Moaning with abandonment, she pushed at his cut trying to remove it. He pulled back with a groan and jerked it off.

Ratchet could barely contain the violent desire that was eating him alive. Moving away from the prize of her tight little nipples to remove his cut had been nearly impossible. Now that he had his mouth on those perfect t.i.ts he didn't want to stop even for a second. He needed that bra gone so he could mark them. He needed his mark all over those perfect t.i.ts.

He ripped the bra trying to get it off, but he didn't give a f.u.c.k. He needed her bare and writhing beneath him. She let out a keening sound of pleasure when his mouth finally touched her bare skin. He began to suck her nipple into his mouth alternating between sucking her nipple and making a mark on a part of her breast, he slowly claimed those globes of flesh. His hand sliding down to take off her jeans.

He pulled at them until she wiggled her hands between them, making his d.i.c.k throb harder when her hand brushed against it. He let out a loud moan, his hand tugging harder. She finally helped get her jeans undone. He didn't push them down just thrust his hand inside, sliding between her legs to feel the slick wetness of her hot little channel. He pushed a finger into her hearing her cry out, and he growled. f.u.c.k, he was in trouble he realized as his fingers slid over her hot little b.u.t.ton.

Mia was twisting beneath him, her mind going numb with pleasure when his fingers slid over her c.l.i.t. Dear Lord that felt amazing. She'd never been so hot in her life. Most of the men she'd dated had been a little boring. They'd barely even known she had a c.l.i.t, and Ratchet had found it in under a minute. His fingers slowly rubbed making her head nearly fly off with the pleasure it invoked. She moaned, her hands clenching on his shoulders, she buried her face in his shoulder and bit down.

Her little teeth bit down on his shoulder making him almost come in his pants like a f.u.c.king school boy. d.a.m.n, she was so hot. Every move her body made seemed to turn up the volume on his desire. He needed inside her now. Was the one blazing thought running through his head in that moment. He stroked across her c.l.i.t, knowing she was close and needing to see her come. He sucked her breast into his mouth at the same time, sucking hard.

He felt her come off the bed with a keening cry of satisfied pleasure. He pulled back watching as she twisted beneath him, her o.r.g.a.s.m overtaking her. As he stared down at her, he realized he was in so much f.u.c.king trouble. He took in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s that were covered in love bites and knew suddenly that he wasn't going to be satisfied until he owned this woman.

Chapter 11.

Mia's body trembled with the o.r.g.a.s.m he'd just given her, she saw him stand up and remove his pants. Then he was back on the bed hovering over her with nothing between them. She moaned, tugging at his hair. His mouth found hers and began to kiss her hard. His hands were working her pants down her legs. He finally tore them off her with a loud grunt. Then he was spreading her legs and coming between them. He didn't enter her, he just began kissing down the side of her neck.

"Beauty, do we need protection?" Ratchet asked. Wanting to know if she was on something to prevent pregnancy. He wasn't ready for a kid, or h.e.l.l an old lady.

"No, I'm on the shot." Mia panted.

Suddenly Ratchet froze. His whole body seemed to freeze up as rage unlike any he'd ever known filled his head. Why the f.u.c.k was she on that shot? Was she f.u.c.king another man when he'd been waiting on her? He'd f.u.c.king kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

"Why." He demanded through clenched teeth.

"Was dating a man about three months ago. Shot lasts about four months." She panted trying to get him to kiss her again. Not understanding what had made him tense up.

Ratchet was relieved that at least since he'd only known her two months that she hadn't been f.u.c.king some d.i.c.khead while he'd been hard as a steel post for her. He was still feeling the rage that coursed through him with a bit of apprehension. He looked down at her. She was lying on his knees which he sat on with her v.u.l.v.a lined up to take his c.o.c.k inside. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were covered in marks of his possession, and still it wasn't enough to calm his rage that someone else had touched her.

It was crazy. He didn't just feel possessive of her, he felt down right territorial. Like not a single other person in the f.u.c.king world should have ever touched her except him. She was his. Man, he was so f.u.c.ked, he realized. Then she moved again her hands reaching for him and he couldn't wait anymore. He slowly began to slide his c.o.c.k into her slick, tight pa.s.sage. He grunted in pleasure as she slowly took every inch of him inside her. Bottoming out, he growled. f.u.c.k that was good, he thought.

Mia wasn't sure what had prompted the long pause after the pregnancy conversation, but she was glad that he'd finally entered her. Feeling his thick hardness inside her made her want to scream in pleasure. He paused once he was fully inside her, then he began to move. His body thrust into hers with a rough stroke, making her cry out in pleasure.

She felt his mouth at her neck kissing and nipping as she clung to his shoulders accepting his hard thrusts. He was grunting and groaning as he took her. She couldn't stop the loud whimpering cry she let out as he pounded into her. She felt like her body was going to combust she was so turned on. The hard rhythm of his body thrusting into hers had her hovering near o.r.g.a.s.m again in seconds.

Ratchet felt her clenching on his c.o.c.k and knew she was about to come again. He took her mouth again. His tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his c.o.c.k. She reached up holding his shoulders as his lips slipped down from her shoulder to her breast. Sucking one nipple into his mouth. He felt her lean forward and her teeth nipped at his skin again. Making him let out a roar, thrusting harder.

She screamed and exploded around him. The feeling of her clenching around him made his own o.r.g.a.s.m explode out in a long jet of satisfaction. He slowed collapsing on top of her for a second before rolling with her in his arms. She moaned when he slipped out of her. His arm possessively holding her to his side.

"Well, I think I handled that quite well. So that doesn't prove anything." The little minx had the nerve to say. He buried his face into the pillow and chuckled. He sat up looking at her.

"Could we argue about this later?" Ratchet asked grinning at her slight shrug.

"Sure. I could use a bit of sleep anyway." Mia whispered.

"You're going to be a hand full aren't you?" He asked grumpily.

"Probably." Mia said, snuggled into his side holding his arm. He sighed and pulled her closer. Yeah, he was so freaking screwed.

Ratchet woke the next morning with a breast in his hand and a soft feminine body snuggled close to his. He moaned, squeezing the sweet globe he held. He'd already taken her four times the night before. He looked at his c.o.c.k which still stood at attention. f.u.c.k, how he was still h.o.r.n.y was a f.u.c.king mystery.

Mia moaned beside him whimpering out, "No more, too tired." Making him chuckle. His poor beauty was exhausted.

"Shh...go back to sleep." He told her with a sigh. He slid from the bed grabbing some jeans and his cut. Not bothering with boxers. He wasn't going to be gone long and he'd be crawling back in bed with her when he came back from getting some coffee for the two of them. He pulled up his jeans and grabbed his phone and gun. Then headed out the door still putting on his cut. He locked the door so no one could bother her.

He was placing his phone in his back pocket when it beeped. Looking at the screen to see the message he felt like a d.i.c.k.

Ratchet, can't find, Mia. Get here now.

It was from Bone. It was also the tenth one he'd received. f.u.c.k. He quickly sent a text back letting him know that Mia was okay and with him at the clubhouse. Then he headed down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he was really f.u.c.king glad that Mia wasn't with him.

He'd been gone too long and forgotten what the h.e.l.l this place was like on bonfire nights. There were four naked male a.s.ses laying on the floor of the front room. Two woman were pa.s.sed out on the couches, one was wearing a bra and half covered by one of the naked males. The other wasn't wearing anything. He needed to hurry up and get that coffee. He didn't want Mia to see this bulls.h.i.t. f.u.c.k.

He was just grabbing a cup of coffee that had finally brewed when Bone came storming into the room with Tank and Tiny. They all looked a bit p.i.s.sed off. He wasn't in the mood for this bulls.h.i.t this morning.

"What's crawled up your a.s.ses?"

"That's what the f.u.c.k you have to say to me. You brought Mia here? What the f.u.c.k man? Did you see the front room? Is that something you want a woman who's been sheltered all her life to f.u.c.king see, Ratchet?" Bone roared at him.

"No. So why don't you get the f.u.c.k out of my way so I can go make sure she doesn't see it, a.s.shole." Ratchet bellowed back grabbing the second mug off the counter and made to walk out of the kitchen.

"I've been looking for her for over three hours instead of being at home with my wife. She's been worried sick about Mia. What the f.u.c.k? You couldn't at least send a message that you had her." Tiny demanded, glaring at him.

"Sorry, but it wasn't the first thing on my mind. Didn't Log or Pretty Boy tell you that I had her?" Ratchet demanded.

"I just bet it f.u.c.king wasn't. You were thinking with your c.o.c.k not your head." Bone said grabbing him and slamming him against the wall. "If you raped that girl. I will f.u.c.king kill you."

"What the f.u.c.k! I didn't RAPE Mia!" Ratchet roared dropping the coffee to grab Bone. The cup shattered and coffee soaked his pants, but he didn't f.u.c.king care.