Page 1 of The Souls We Claim

PROLOGUE

HALO

As I lie back on my bed, with Penny riding my face and Naomi sucking my cock, I realize this is my idea of heaven. Double trouble is twice the fun, especially when it comes without any attachments. The MC life is hard, but the rewards of living a life of your own choosing outweigh any of it.

I’m never going to be a one-woman man, unlike Bates, our club enforcer, who just walked out of his room and told us Vi had agreed to be his wife.

I’m happy for the two of them. I really am. I just don’t want to be them when I can be exactly who I am. Halo, Iron Outlaws’ road captain. A true one percenter.

My phone rings. Dad’s ringtone. Wrinkle refused to come to the clubhouse for the lockdown because he didn’t want to be cooped up here with Mercy and their nearly one-year-old kid, Lola. Maybe if Dad had wrapped his cock up, he wouldn’t have to deal with a crying baby and a needy club girl desperate to become an old lady.

Another reason to not settle down. The aggravation that comes from having someone else to accommodate. I can come, no pun intended, and go anytime I please.

Dad can wait. I’ve got my tongue up Penny’s cunt, and my cock is so far down Naomi’s throat, I’m close to coming.

The ringing stops, and I focus on Penny. Love her juicy ass. It gives me something to hold on to. And she knows how to ride a man’s face like she needs it.

“Halo, please,” she gasps.

Nothing better for the ego than knowing a woman wants what you can give her.

The phone rings again, just as Penny’s hips start to lose their rhythm, just as Naomi switches to that thing she does where your cock head is deep in her throat, and the slightest movement back and forth in that utterly restrictive part of her has shock waves hammering down my spine.

“Shit. Yes. I’m gonna come,” Penny cries, her hands slamming on the wall over my head.

And as she does, I come down Naomi’s throat. “Fuck,” I grunt against Penny’s clit.

My hips jack upwards. Can’t control it. I hear Naomi gag, and it turns me on even more.

The phone stops ringing. Then it starts again.

“Fuck’s sake,” I curse, as Penny slides off me and Naomi licks me down gently. I grab my phone. “What?”

“Son,” my dad says, but he sounds breathless.

I sit up. “You okay, Dad?”

“Shot . . . my . . . house.”

I shove Naomi off my lap and yank on some jeans. “You call an ambulance?”

There’s no answer.

“Dad? Shit. Penny. Call 911 and get an ambulance to Dad’s house.”

She does as I ask, while I pull on the rest of my clothes and boots. I march into the bar area, where the lockdownengagement party is in full swing, even though I don’t see Bates or Vi.

I look around until I find who I need. Our medic. “Switch, Dad says he’s been shot.”

“Fuck. We can’t just leave lockdown,” he replies.

“I’m going, now. And I need your help.”

He glances around and waves Vex, our tech expert, over. “Wrinkle’s been shot at his house. Tell King we’re leaving.”

“Jesus.” Vex squeezes my shoulder. “It could be a trap though. I’ll look at the security footage.”

“I know. But it’s my dad. I gotta go.”