AN OUTLAW MONSTER (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) Page 11

  Slowly, he gave a nod. “Okay then. We’re going to have us an outlaw wedding.”

  Trev then turned and stuck his fingers into his mouth and whistled. He waved over the entire crew and announced that I was claiming Harlee to be my old lady and taking her hand in marriage.

  There was an eruption of cheers and we were damn smothered by everyone.

  Then fucking Cash had to go and open his mouth.

  “We have to call up Jimmy,” Cash said. “Get some ink on that lower back of hers. It’s too clean and smooth. Trent needs a target.”

  “He’s right,” Jasper said.

  I felt Harlee’s nails cling to the back of my leather cut.

  She really didn’t get it. And this was why I wanted her to stay the fuck away from the clubhouse today. I wanted to explain everything that would happen. But it was too late then. She had jumped right into the fire.

  “She’ll wear my ink,” I said. “Don’t worry. Get her whiskey’d up and she’ll be face down, ass up, getting tattooed.”

  “Now that’s a sight I want to see,” Cash said.

  Trev threw a hand out and grabbed Cash’s shirt. “Hey. That shit ends now. Harlee is taken now. Keep your fucking thoughts to yourself.”

  “The monster is getting married,” Kye said. “I never thought I’d see that happen.”

  “Neither did I,” I said. “Now how about everyone fucks off for a second so I can take my old lady to my room and properly celebrate.”

  The club split in half and gave us a path. I grabbed Harlee’s hand and she squeezed mine tight. The guys started to whistle for us. It was a complete bullshit scene. I wasn’t the marrying kind. I tossed that out to Harlee to give her something to think about. So we could talk and she could realize how deep she was in this shit.

  Now I had no choice… I had to marry her and make her my old lady.

  eighteen.

  (harlee)

  What the hell had I done?

  I sat on the bed and watched as Trent paced back and forth. By then I had realized freaking out and coming to the clubhouse was obviously a bad idea.

  “Will he kill us?” I asked.

  “Who?”

  “Trev. If he finds out…”

  “He’s not going to find anything out,” Trent said. “You’re wearing a ring. You’re going to wear my ink.” Trent walked to the bed and grabbed my hand. “Face it, darling, you’re all mine now. You made that decision.”

  I tore my hand away and shuddered. “You don’t get to make that call.”

  “I already did. I gave you a choice.”

  “You wrote me a note and left.”

  “So you could goddamn think it over,” Trent growled. “To really understand what you’re in for here. We’re about to ignite this war even more. So there’s no other choice, okay? Trev and Jasper talked and wanted you gone. They were willing to get you to the border and that was it. That’s why I wrote the note. That’s why I had the ring there. I thought maybe facing some kind of truth would get you to fucking think.”

  I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard. I glanced at the ring and had to admit… it was really beautiful. A simple single diamond. Probably the kind of ring I would have picked out myself, you know, if the time ever came and I was in love and wanted to get married.

  “It’s a beautiful ring,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, right.”

  That’s when something else hit me. I slowly looked up at Trent. The outlaw monster staring down at me.

  He had a diamond already purchased.

  That meant this wasn’t something really planned out and shopped for. It was a ring he already had and decided to give to me.

  “What?” Trent asked.

  “You had the ring,” I said. “Before you thought about giving it to me. You already had it. Why?”

  “None of your damn business, darling.”

  “No. I will go along with this plan…”

  “Stop right there. This isn’t something I’m asking you to go along with. This is your only chance at surviving. Remember who you’re messing with right now. End of discussion, Harlee. I’m in control. You don’t like it? Stand up, give me the ring back, and walk your ass out of this clubhouse. Good luck making it to the next town before someone gets you.”

  Inside, I was terrified. On the outside, I kept myself in one piece and wanted to figure Trent out.

  “Tell me,” I said. “If we’re going to get married, we should know everything about each other.”

  Trent reached down and touched my jaw. “You’ll find out what I want to tell you and when I want to tell it.”

  “No, Trent. I don’t care if you’re the monster.”

  “Keep running your mouth, darling, and watch what happens.”

  “What are you going to do? Hurt me?”

  The left side of Trent’s lip curled up. “If it does hurt, it’s not intentional.”

  He then grabbed at his belt buckle and pulled it open. I let out a gasp and leaned back on the bed.

  Was he going to fuck me?

  Trent opened his jeans and stood there, balling up his fists tight.

  “Say something again,” he said, tempting me.

  “I have a right to know,” I said. “Is this something you do? You bring women to the clubhouse, pretend to be engaged, and then what? What does the monster do?”

  Trent shot a hand out and touched the back of my neck. He pulled at me and lowered himself down. In a split second, his lips gently grazed mine. It sent a scorching heat from head to toe. But he didn’t kiss me any harder.

  “Nobody ever gets this far with me,” he whispered. “I’ll tell what you need to know.”

  “I’m not going to stop asking,” I said.

  “Fine.” Trent stood back up and grabbed the front of his jeans and boxers.

  He slowly pushed them down, showing me that his stomach muscle didn’t quite end with his stomach. My hand had explored that territory but now my eyes got to feast upon him.

  “I have no choice,” Trent said. “I’m going to force you to stop asking me about it. I’m going to have to keep your mouth full.”

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  When his cock jumped free from his boxers I let out a gasp. I thought he was going to smack me with it. It bounced a couple times and was then perfectly rigid, pointing straight at me. I reached for him, touching the bottom of his shaft. With just one small pump, I watched the tip of his cock leak.

  His other hand was still at the back of my neck, guiding me forward as though it was my first time. Maybe my first time with Trent, yes. Certainly my first with something this thick and heavy.

  As I parted my lips I was convinced it would be impossible to do. I couldn’t get him into my mouth. Beyond that, my sex quivered, aching to see if I could get him to fit down there.

  My tongue came forward first, lapping up that little droplet off his tip. It was sweet yet salty. I wanted more. A lot more. I licked just under the head of his dick and swirled up and around. My hand eased down his long shaft and held at his heavy root. I squeezed and readied myself. I moved my lips around his forgiving tip, feeling the soft and thick skin enter my mouth. My lips moved over the ridge on his tip and I quickly pulled back.

  Trent groaned and pulled at my neck.

  “More, darling,” he ordered. “You’re not getting away with that.”

  I moved down more, taking another hearty inch and then stopped. My mouth felt too full already, but I still had miles to go. I moved back just a little and then came forward. I shut my eyes and let my other senses do the work for me. The sense of feeling him taking up all the space in my mouth. The taste of his hard shaft, getting hard as I kept going.

  Trent moved his hand from my neck to my shoulder and pushed at me.

  “Gently,” he said. “I want to feel those lips slide slowly against me.”

  I did as told, stopping at the head of his cock again.

  “Do that again, but a little faster.”

  I listened.<
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  Trent then said, “Faster. And open your fucking eyes. Look up at me with your dirty mouth full, darling.”

  I opened my eyes and realized just how much of him was inside my mouth. I groaned and looked up at Trent. He took his hand off my shoulder and touched the top of my head. His fingers dug into my hair and he nodded, pulling at me some more.

  So I tested my limits.

  Fuck, I went beyond my limits. So much so that my eyes watered, making Trent blurry. My hands grabbed at Trent’s legs. They were so strong, flexed tight, telling me he liked what I was doing.

  I went as possibly far as I could. When my limit was reached I hurried to pull back and away, desperate to catch my breath. My hands were shaking as I held his legs.

  Trent quickly grabbed his cock and stroked himself. “Now, darling, I want you to taste it all. I’m almost there. Right now.”

  So I went right back to work. This time there were no more games. I put my right hand back to his dick and I started to suck him. Back and forth, going as far as I could without hesitating. My other hand couldn’t help itself as I reached up and under his shirt, feeling the ripples of his muscles.

  He was gorgeous. Dirty, wild, and gorgeous.

  When I took my left hand from his shirt and grabbed at his leather cut, I saw the diamond ring. I had no idea what the hell it all meant.

  I’m supposed to marry him? For real?

  Trent let out a deep groan and thrust at me.

  “Ah, fuck, darling,” he said.

  His fingertips touched my shoulders, guiding me back and forth, faster by the second.

  I felt him thickening in my mouth and I swore I could feel his seed working right up to the point when he finally exploded in my mouth.

  When he did, he hissed and gritted his teeth. He bent his legs and stopped moving, leaving the rest of the job for me to finish. The back of my tongue was overflowed as I tried to swallow and keep up with him as he pulsed more and more inside me.

  I stayed right with him, even when I was breathless.

  Long after he was done, I slowly kept going. I waited until Trent pulled away from my mouth to finally be done.

  Trent pulled up his jeans and tucked himself away. He then traced the outline of my lips.

  “Goddammit,” he said. “I could get used to that.”

  I was still trying to catch my breath. My hands were back on the bed. I half wanted Trent to go down on me. The other half of me wanted him to rip every piece of clothing off me and fuck me until I couldn’t move.

  Before anything could happen, there was a knock at the door.

  “Brother,” a voice said as the door opened.

  It was the VP - Jasper.

  “What?” Trent asked.

  “Need to finish our conversation from before.”

  I placed my hands to Trent’s stomach, over his shirt. I nodded. I mouthed GO to him.

  He traced my jaw and curled his lip. I could never tell if he was pissed at me or pissed at everything around him. I could see it in his eyes he didn’t want to be done with me. That alone left my body aching even more. All the women in the world and this guy had his eyes set on me. I’d find out the story about the diamond ring, but what mattered right then was that he wanted me there. He cared enough that he didn’t want me to leave and get hurt.

  I sort of loved him for that.

  Sort of.

  When he turned away, I touched my jaw. I felt like I needed an ice pack. Hell, if he expected me to do that again to him… I needed some serious practice.

  Trent left the room and I was all alone. Right there in this clubhouse, right in Trent’s room. It oozed of bad boy biker, smelling of old clothes and hot sex. That part made me a little jealous. I wondered how many had been in the same position as me. I wondered if he used the same moves and words.

  Then again, what did it matter?

  He was the one licking me the other night, right? I was the one he wanted to wear his ring, right?

  I took a few minutes to scour the room, snooping. Yeah, so what? I was intrigued by Trent. He didn’t give me much to run with. On his dresser he had some old pictures. They were of him and other guys in the MC I recognized. A younger version of Trent and Jasper standing together, smiling, beers in hand. Jasper was totally boyish while Trent had the same thick build and wild eyes. There was a picture of him clean shaven and super short hair. He looked like a model. I expected there to be a bottle of cologne in his hand. And if there was, I would buy a hundred bottles.

  I snuck a peek in his drawers and found nothing exciting.

  However, the night stand was a whole other story.

  I pulled open the drawer and stepped back at the sight of the gun. Surrounding the gun were condoms. Lots of them. When I opened the drawer more I found small bottles of lube. My cheeks reddened and my jealousy fired up again. I would never need lube with Trent. Nothing on me would dry up for him. Then again, if he wanted to put himself somewhere that didn’t get wet…

  I felt my face burning even hotter.

  Then I saw something else.

  Another picture, face down.

  I took it out of the drawer and turned it around.

  It was Trent, on a motorcycle, with a beautiful woman with her arms around his neck. She had long black hair and sexy eyes. She was cheek to cheek with Trent and the smile on his face was completely genuine. He was in a cut off t-shirt, showing off his muscles and tats. The woman looked so clean and innocent.

  I instantly looked to the diamond ring and wondered if I was the wrong person wearing it.

  There was a sound at the door and I hurried to put the picture away. I slammed the drawer shut and spun around as the door opened.

  I thought it was Trent.

  I was wrong.

  It was Duke… the biker I tried to kill…

  nineteen.

  (trent)

  The prospect put three beers on the table and then stood there.

  I gave it a few seconds and saw Trev getting pissed.

  “Hey, asshole,” I said. “What do you want? A fucking tip?”

  “I, uh, no…”

  “Get out,” I yelled. I reached for my knife and whipped it out. “You’ve got ten seconds to disappear or I’m cutting off a finger.”

  That got the prospect moving.

  I swear - some of those guys were only in it for the image. And when they did something for us they expected something in return. That’s what a lot never learned. You never, ever expect a thing in return. What you work for and what you earn is respect. I would take a bullet for Jasper not because I would expect him to do it in return. Fuck no. I would take a bullet for Jasper because I respected him. And because if a bullet were to come at me, he’d take it because he respected me.

  “What are we doing here?” I asked Trev.

  It was me, him, and Jasper.

  “First off,” Trev said. “I guess we owe a congrats.”

  “To the monster for settling down,” Jasper said. “I don’t believe it.”

  “I don’t think many of us do,” Trev said.

  We eyed each other again, knowing it was all bullshit. But I respected Trev for keeping his head on straight for the moment with this thing.

  “So I guess she sticks around,” Trev said. “Good for her. We’ll keep her ass safe.”

  “Keep her ass away from Cash,” Jasper said. “Christ, I heard him last night telling some chick that he was money. That’s why his name’s Cash. What a frigging moron.”

  “As much fun as this casual chat is, can we get serious?” I asked. “I’d like to settle up with my bride-to-be. She really didn’t have a chance to explain herself yet as to why she pulled a gun on a prospect. Her mouth was preoccupied.”

  “Good for you,” Jasper said.

  “Takes guts to do what she did,” Trev said.

  “That’s why I’m marrying her.”

  “Right,” Trev said. “Right.”

  “Okay, back on track,” Jasper said.

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  “He owes the O’Nuall family a lot. More than we could ever think of helping with. From pussy to gambling to drugs, it’s full circle. He was either too dumb or just didn’t realize that he was in debt three ways with the same group.”

  “He’s a complete asshole,” I said. “I wouldn’t save him if it was offered to me.”

  “Good,” Jasper said. “That might make this easier.”

  I slammed my beer down, sending bubbling foam up and over the top. “Fuck. Someone tell me what’s going on right now.”

  Trev looked at me. “Fair enough, Trent. The O’Nuall family wants him dead. They’re willing to work with us and negotiate on this gun situation. But your father is a big pawn.”

  “Then let him die,” I said.

  Jasper put a hand to my wrist. “It’s not that easy, brother. They have specific terms.”

  “Trent,” Trev said. “They want you to kill him… they want you to kill your own father.”

  twenty.

  (harlee)

  I bent a little and tried to open the drawer. My plan was to get the gun and get Duke out of my way. Then I’d run for help, screaming for Trent as I hurried through the hallway.

  But Duke made the first move and made it fast.

  He came at me and I screamed. I covered my face and moved out of the way, losing any chance at getting a weapon. He kicked at the nightstand and then took out his gun.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  Without a word, he did something to the gun and the clip fell out. He tossed it to the bed and then placed the gun on the nightstand.

  “I just want to talk,” he said.

  “Then talk,” I said. “You come near me again and I’ll scream for Trent.”

  Duke laughed. “You’re engaged now, huh?”

  I showed him my hand. “Yeah. So?”

  “Trust me, sweetie, I don’t buy that for a second. Whatever you have on Trent, it must be good.”

  “Meaning?”

  “He wouldn’t give a fuck about some bar hopping whore like you,” Duke said. “I’ve seen him run through so many women. Now all of a sudden he’s into you? A woman that was going to kill me? Unless your pussy tastes like chocolate ice cream.”