DARK FALL (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) Page 6

  "Why not?"

  “Personal reasons.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got plenty of those.” Erik moved back to his knees. “I got out of the hospital not too long ago. Not a pleasant experience.”

  Erik touched Kaity’s leg. She hissed but didn’t jump. The silence that came between them was for the obvious reasons. He looked at her and curled his lip.

  “You don’t have to be afraid to ask,” he said. “Yes, I was at the hospital because of my fucking face.”

  “It’s none of my business,” Kaity said. “Not that I wouldn’t want to know…”

  “Don't ask right now.”

  Erik rubbed the wound with the towel, cleaning it up the best he could. He then put the gauze down and taped it to her leg. The entire time Erik worked he admired Kaity’s legs. He couldn’t help himself. The soft, silkiness. The way they ran up to her panties. And her fucking panties. Dark red. Wonderful. Erik felt his nose twitching. He could almost smell her.

  “You should be good now,” he said.

  “Thank you,” Kaity said. “For everything.”

  Erik nodded. Kaity reached and touched his hair.

  Erik's hands were on her thighs. He squeezed when she touched his head and he felt how strong her thighs were and all he could do was picture them wrapped around him as he fucked her.

  He stared.

  She stared back.

  “Thanks for taking that bullet,” Erik said. “You’re fucking insane for trying a move like that. You have no idea who those men were. And you have no fucking idea who I am.”

  “I know,” Kaity said.

  “I’d ask why, but I don’t care. I hope you know that by now. I don’t care about a thing.”

  “Okay.”

  Erik’s grip was strong, but it could have been worse. He loosened his grip and his hands slid up Kaity’s legs. He told himself not to do this. Don’t tempt himself. Don’t tempt Kaity. She was just some woman passing through town who was obviously carrying a shit ton of baggage and running from bullshit.

  Yet it was her eyes that did it.

  Pretty eyes, yes, but there was something deeper about them. She looked at Erik and didn’t judge him. She didn’t just say it, she backed it up.

  And she took a bullet for Erik… for the MC…

  Erik’s thumbs grazed Kaity’s panties. He followed the lines a few inches and then pushed, teasing his thumbs under the panties. He brought his thumbs back, moving along Kaity’s legs until he was near her center. The warmth radiated from her.

  Her fucking pussy was on fire.

  When Erik touched the tips of his thumbs to Kaity’s tender, wet skin, she let out a shaky breath. She lifted her waist, slowly moving herself along Erik’s thumbs. His left hand grabbed the inside of Kaity’s leg, taking control of her. He then offered his pointer finger to her wet slit. He teased up and down twice and found the delicate nub of her clitoris. He pressed and massaged in circles, watching and feeling Kaity rock her body against his finger.

  Erik brought his finger down and with a gentle thrust, he entered Kaity’s body. Warm, tight, soaking wet. She was nothing but comfort in the midst of a world and a feeling so deathly and desperate. Erik’s left hand started to shake a little. He wanted her panties off, so he pulled the top of them. Kaity ignored the subtle hint, so Erik slid his finger out of her and she gasped.

  “Take them the fuck off,” he growled.

  She hesitated slightly as she began to push them off her hips. In his mind, he gave Kaity approximately two seconds to take the panties off or else he would tear them into pieces. He didn’t give a shit.

  Erik’s tongue was on fire, the hunger for Kaity’s body consuming him. It was nice to have something else running through his mind other than killing himself.

  He helped Kaity take her panties off, somehow keeping them in one piece. Both of his hands immediately went at her inner thighs, pushing her legs open wide. The sight of her pink center caused his cock to rub against his jeans. She looked wet and delicate, succulent and delicious. As Erik moved close to Kaity's body, he picked up the sweet desire radiating from her.

  He looked up at Kaity one more time before tasting her body. The look in her eyes was nothing Erik ever saw before.

  This woman was going to be trouble.

  eight.

  Kaity couldn’t wrap her head around what was happening to her. Or how she really ended up in this position. She was on Erik’s bed, legs spread. Her hands gripped a bed sheet where he had probably fucked dozens of women, at least one of whom owned a neon green bra that she could still see from the corner of her eye.

  The grip Erik had on Kaity’s legs was sensual yet protective. Kaity saw herself glistening, but she had been ready for Erik long before her panties came off. The soaking wet feeling had been tickling her from the second he lifted her off the ground and carried her. Her heart had been racing, thoughts flying through her mind. The tips of her fingers ached as she remembered the feeling Erik’s stomach muscles when she was on the back of his motorcycle.

  And now the tip of Erik’s tongue touched her soft folds. He started at the bottom of her center, shockingly too low for Kaity. Her clit ached and burned to be touched. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long before that feeling was satisfied as Erik ran his tongue up and then swirled. Kaity moaned and gripped the sheets tighter. She pulled and thrust forward at Erik. His hands tightened around Kaity’s legs and forced her down.

  He was in complete control. The tingling pain from his grip proved that to Kaity.

  Erik’s tongue slid back down and came right back up faster. Kaity watched Erik’s head moving up and down. She saw his tongue touching her at the same time she felt it. Her toes were curled tight and the need to release already flowed through her body.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck, Erik, yes…”

  Erik let out a breath through his nose and the air tickled her clit. Then he pressed his tongue against her hole, feeling her, sampling her, and Kaity knew Erik was trying to see how tight she was. That made Kaity’s body go wild again because she could only hope that Erik would end up inside her.

  Then, for some reason, Kaity casually looked around the room. She was on the verge of amazing pleasure, but suddenly her mind had a moment of clarity as she considered what Erik did in this room. It wasn’t just one woman. It wasn’t just one bra.

  For a split second she considered backing away from Erik, but then he locked his lips and tongue to her clit and she couldn't fathom backing away from that incredible feeling. He suckled and nibbled, forcing Kaity to crunch forward and whimper. She put her hand to his head, pulling at his hair.

  Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t fucking move…

  “Yes,” she whispered again. “Right there…”

  Erik licked and paused. “I know, babe. Trust me, I fucking know.”

  Kaity opened her mouth, but Erik went right back to work.

  Two seconds later, there was a knock at the bedroom door and it flew open.

  Erik stopped and looked back.

  Blaine’s eyes were wide.

  Kaity tried to move, wanting to close her legs, but Erik’s grip was too tight.

  “Holy fuck,” Blaine said. “Nice, brother, nice.”

  “Christ, Blaine,” Erik yelled. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “Go,” Kaity tried to say but her mouth was dry.

  She could see Blaine’s eyes staring right at her. Right at her open legs. He could see everything. The folds of her slit. The pearly shape of her satisfied clit. Everything.

  “Sorry,” Blaine said. “Meeting time, man. Just wanted to pass the word.”

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” Erik said. “Get out of the fucking room.”

  Blaine lingered for a few more seconds, smiling. “That is fucking beautiful right there…” Blaine looked at Kaity. “Just so you know. Just beautiful.”

  “Out!” Kaity cried.

  Blaine backed away and pulled the door shut.

  Kaity loo
ked down at Erik. She expected him to apologize or say something. Instead, he went right back to where he was. Kaity felt the pleasure attack her as though nothing had happened. Her body wanted this so bad and there was no denying it.

  Plus, she was so damn close.

  Her body rocked, even against the strong hold of Erik’s hands. She couldn’t help it though, it was the need of her most inner desires. She let her head fall back as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. She could only focus on the feel of Erik’s strong tongue. The strength of his hands. The pressure of the rings on his fingers digging into her skin.

  When her entire body started to shake, Kaity groaned and looked at Erik again, ready to explode. Instead, something else caught her eye. The bedroom door wasn’t completely shut. In fact, it was open about a foot. Blaine stood outside the bedroom, watching. Her mouth fell open to say something, but her breath was stolen as she climaxed. The wave of pleasure crested and she grabbed the sheets again, pulling and thrusting.

  She looked down at Erik as he placed his entire mouth on her, staying with her as she came again and again. She could still feel Blaine staring at her, but there was nothing she could do about it. Somewhere in her mind it was kind of… sexy.

  Fuck.

  Erik pulled away from Kaity and licked his lips. He hurried to stand. Kaity saw the bulge of his erection and she told herself to grab at him. To unzip his pants. She wanted his cock inside her. The thoughts were coming too fast and the pleasure was still overcoming her body. It left Kaity frozen.

  Erik grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a large gulp from it.

  “I’ll be back. Business meeting.” Erik turned and then screamed, “What the FUCK!”

  The door pulled shut and Erik ripped it open again. Blaine stood there with his hands up.

  “What the fuck did you do?” Erik asked.

  “Don’t be pissed, bro. I had to watch it. I had to take care of myself.”

  “You…” Erik threw a fist and punched Blaine in the gut. He fell back and out of the room.

  “I deserved that,” Blaine called out.

  Erik looked back. “Stay right there.”

  He shut the door.

  It was silent in the room, but Kaity’s mind and body were screaming. She forced herself to sit up. When she looked down to the floor, she saw her blood-stained jeans and red panties on top of them. Then she saw the neon green bra again.

  Whore.

  Kaity laughed.

  Whore?

  Who was a whore?

  Some woman who came into Erik’s room and fooled around with him?

  If that were the case, then Kaity was a whore too.

  Kaity moved to the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor. As unbelievable as it was that she had just let Erik pleasure her body, it was even more so that someone else had watched. She stood up and started to walk. Kaity made it all of two steps before retreating and falling to the bed. She put her hands to her legs and traced the red marks left from the grip Erik had had on her. She sat there and wondered if her car was fixed, but secretly she hoped it wasn't. Not today and definitely not tomorrow.

  She wanted more of Erik.

  nine.

  “You jerked it while I was with a woman?” Erik asked.

  “You weren’t with a woman,” Blaine said as he held his stomach. “You were down on her, man. You know how much I love that, right? The sight of that woman… fuck man, she looks so delicious. Was it?”

  Erik curled his lip. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Just answer me, man. What did it taste like?”

  Erik put a hand out and stopped Blaine. “It tasted like pussy.”

  He pushed and walked. Blaine lingered back a few seconds.

  “But what did it taste like?” Blaine yelled. “There’s different kinds of pussy, man.”

  The entire bar now looked at Erik as he walked by. He felt like smacking Blaine again. This time he could knock him right in the fucking mouth and take him out. But there was something bigger to take care of here.

  At the door to the meeting room, Erik reached out and grabbed Blaine. He pulled Blaine to where they were almost touching nose to nose.

  “Not a word,” Erik said. “Got it?”

  “Mark my fucking word,” Blaine said.

  “Everything good here?” a voice asked.

  Nate was like a giant, thick with muscles, chains dangling everywhere, a pissed off look permanently attached to his face.

  “Just great,” Blaine said.

  Erik opened the door and once he, Blaine, and Nate took their seats, the table was full. Smoke hung in the air as Gaige inhaled on a fresh cigarette. There were beer bottles all around and Miller stood behind his chair gripping the back of it.

  “Are we ready?” Miller asked.

  The entire table got quiet and nodded at Miller.

  “First things first,” Miller said. “Last night we had a meeting with Strokner. Didn’t get a whole lot from the man, but enough to know that shit is deep. On the way out of there, there was some business to be dealt.”

  Eyes were upon Erik. Erik looked at Griffin. “Got something to say?”

  “Nope,” Griffin said. “Heard you were protecting our President.”

  “Not just that,” Miller said. “He saved a little kid. Heard from Chief today that the kid’s father was wanted for attempted murder in three states and had intended on taking the kid to his apartment and then going back to kill the kid’s mother. You saved that boy, Erik. Be proud.”

  Gaige clapped and whistled. The table followed suit. It pissed Erik off. He wasn’t some comic book vigilante asshole. All he had wanted to do was fight someone and he had done just that.

  “That’s enough,” Erik finally said.

  “Strokner made it clear that this is serious,” Gaige said. “Shay, you have to think long and hard about your past, man.”

  “Yeah, I get that.”

  “Someone is coming for you. Old fling? Old business dealing? Something hiding in your closet, bro?”

  Shay looked around the table. “When you live my life, all you have are enemies waiting.”

  “I think that goes for all of us,” Nate said.

  “Guess my enemies have more balls,” Shay said.

  The table chuckled. Then everyone looked at Erik, remembering the outcome of the bombing.

  “I don’t think it’s fucking funny,” Erik said. “You need to think, Shay. You need to really figure this out. Take a night off of pussy and find out who did this.”

  “You think it’s that easy?” Shay asked. “You know what I did for a living to survive?”

  “I don’t give a fuck. How does that sound?”

  Shay stood and pointed at Erik. “You took that bomb, brother, and I’m sorry for that. But I didn’t put the fucking thing in the car.”

  “Sit down!” Miller yelled. “Christ. Erik and Blaine went to dig a little today. What did you guys find?”

  Blaine looked at Erik and winked.

  Erik found some pussy…

  “Those two guys at that garage are fucking morons,” Blaine said.

  “I don’t care about that,” Miller said. “I want information.”

  “They saw a man at the auction,” Erik said. “Black car, black suit. Talking. That’s when it was done. They knew Shay was getting that car. They planted the bomb there and it was set to go off with the intention of Shay driving the vehicle.”

  “A black car, black suit,” Miller said. “Maybe it was Strokner.”

  “Doubt it,” Gaige said. “Strokner had nothing to do with us until…”

  “Until,” Miller said. “He blames us for the death of his daughter.”

  “Holy shit,” Griffin whispered.

  “I’ll kill him,” Blaine said.

  “I’ll fucking kill him,” Shay said. “I had nothing to do with his girl being shot.”

  “It wasn’t Strokner,” Erik said as he pounded a fist to the table. “They told u
s something else."

  “What?” Miller asked.

  “The guy in the black suit had a gold tooth and a scar on his neck.”

  “Fuck,” Gaige whispered. “Not Strokner.”

  “Shay?” Miller asked.

  Shay shook his head. Erik watched him, unconvinced.

  “So we have nothing,” Blaine said.

  “No,” Miller said. “We have places to go. Things to do. Gaige, I need you to get another meeting with Strokner. Maybe this gold tooth and scar will help him remember something.”

  “Man, we’re getting in deeper with Strokner,” Griffin said. “I don’t like it.”

  “Nobody does,” Gaige said. “But we have to find Jonesy. We have to find out who tried to take out Shay and almost killed Erik. I don’t care how we do it.”

  “He’s like a squirrel, man,” Griffin said. “Keep feeding him and he’ll keep coming back.”

  “At that point,” Miller said, “we’ll take care of the problem… we'll stop feeding the squirrel.”

  Griffin shook his head. “Fair enough then.”

  “What do we do now?” Nate asked.

  “Tomorrow we hit it again,” Miller said. “For right now, we’re all together and safe. Keep it that way. Stay in the clubhouse, have a drink or two, find a woman. This situation is a lot worse than we originally thought. We know now that it isn't just a bullshit beef with another club. This is a front for something much more dangerous. That’s why we need Strokner. That’s why need everyone to focus and think. Shay, I’m counting on you, brother. It’s not going to stop. They have Jonesy. They deserve to die. Do we agree?”

  “YES.”

  That was the single answer from every man at the table.

  “We’ll get this,” Gaige said. He stood up and put his cigarette out. “We will get this worked out. Nobody is going to fuck with Back Down Devil and get away with it.”

  “What about Eight Under?” Blaine asked. “They tried to set us up today.”

  The table fell silent again. Miller turned and rubbed the back of his neck. “They seem to be getting ballsy. Maybe we should treat them the same. Ride right into their shit hole club and send a message.”

  “We’ve done that,” Gaige said.