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  Landon opened the condom wrapper and the woman moved to the bed. Once ready, Landon came to the bed, but didn’t get on it. He was not going to get into a bed with a woman and Blaine.

  The woman was on her right side, left leg bent, exposing her to Landon and Blaine. She touched between her legs and rubbed, then moved her finger back to her ass. Blaine groaned again.

  “Do it,” the woman said.

  “Fuck,” Landon whispered.

  He did not want to do this.

  He bent his knees and pressed against the woman’s opening. With one thrust, he sank deep into her. She let out a long cry and gripped the bed. She bit the sheets as Landon pulled out. He thrust again, this time grunting.

  Landon started to fuck harder and faster, letting the frustration out. He put a hand to the woman’s thick leg and cupped her thick ass. When he squeezed she cried out. She released her hold on the bed sheet and grabbed her own breast as she moaned.

  “Fuck, yes,” she cried out.

  “Christ,” Blaine said.

  Landon’s thrusts were so hard that his body crashed into the woman. Each thrust brought a louder cry from her. To Landon, he saw nothing. He simply felt the woman’s wet body around him, pulling. If he tried to see or think, it all went back to Avery.

  He was soon fucking her so fast the slaps of their bodies echoed almost as loud as the woman’s cries of pleasure. Or maybe they were cries of pain.

  “Okay, okay,” Blaine said.

  He walked over to the bed and Landon eased up a little. He moved his hand off the woman’s ass and touched her waist.

  “No, stop,” the woman said. She reached for Blaine. “Let him come. Please.”

  “I thought…,” Blaine said.

  “I changed my mind,” the woman said, gasping for air. “Let him finish. Then you can do anything you want.”

  Landon was okay with that. He was damn close already. Before Blaine could mutter another word, Landon went right back to the same speed. The woman had her mouth open and instantly lost her voice. It became red faced squeaks. She reached for the bed, twisting her body so her chest was almost pointing up. Her massive chest bounced like crazy. Blaine rushed to the other side of Landon and grabbed her breasts. Landon didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to come. He wanted the release. He wanted it all to go away right now.

  Blaine held the woman’s breasts. “Bro, you almost done?”

  “Fuck off,” Landon groaned.

  He closed his eyes and pictured Avery. The rush started throughout his body. He bent his knees, unable to control himself now. He was right there… the wave cresting…

  He exploded into the condom and thrust hard. The woman put a hand over Blaine’s hand on her breast and whimpered.

  “It’s okay,” Blaine said. “It’s okay, baby…”

  Landon kept coming, throbbing, spilling again and again. He closed his eyes again and saw Avery again. His body thrust, bouncing the woman and the bed. She moaned and he growled.

  “Wow, that was fucking great,” Blaine said.

  “Just fucking great…”

  Landon opened his eyes at the sound of the voice. He pulled out of the woman and turned.

  “Oh, fuck,” Blaine whispered.

  Nobody had shut the fucking door. And there was Avery, standing with the same look on her face as she had when she admitted to Landon that she had been raped.

  “Fuck,” Landon said.

  Just… fuck…

  thirteen.

  The sight surprised Avery as much as it didn’t. When she entered the clubhouse it was strangely quiet, other than the sound of a woman screaming in either wild pleasure or writhing pain. Avery couldn’t help but seek out of the source of the sound. She definitely did not expect to see the door wide open, or to see Landon fucking the woman who was screaming.

  At first, it was frozen shock. She stared at Landon’s perfect ass, watching his cheeks flex as he pumped in and out of the woman. Then she saw Blaine standing with his pants down to his knees, his boxers on, and his hands holding the woman’s chest.

  She wasn’t sure what kind of threesome this was, but it involved Landon and for some reason, it hurt Avery. The hurt became jealousy and the jealousy became anger. Avery looked at the woman’s body and wanted to pick out everything wrong with her. The size of her ass. The size of her feet. The way she screamed when Landon thrust into her.

  But all of that didn’t matter because a fire ignoted in Avery.

  Could Landon make her scream like that?

  Just as the thought came to her, Landon began to come. She could tell by the way he moved forward and held tight to the woman. His ass kept flexing and all Avery could picture was when Landon came in her mouth. Release after release, again and again, seemingly forever.

  “Wow, that was fucking great,” Blaine said.

  That’s when Avery found her voice and made her presence known. “Just fucking great…”

  All eyes were then on Avery. Landon turned, sliding from the woman’s body. Avery caught sight between the woman’s legs, still glistening and still open. Landon’s cock was still long and thick, the condom obviously full.

  The look in Landon’s eyes was anger and guilt.

  That was all Avery could manage to see.

  She walked away and began to jog, straight to Landon’s room. Of course the fucking door was locked, leaving Avery feeling trapped and unwelcomed.

  A door slammed with an echo and a few seconds later, Landon was at the end of the hall, running at Avery.

  “Avery…”

  “I don’t care,” Avery said. “Just open the fucking door. Or better yet, just let me fucking leave.”

  Landon grabbed her by the arms and Avery felt that trigger of fight being pulled. She kicked and clawed. Bry used to do this kind of shit to her too. Avery would listen to Bry fuck women and she always knew when it was over… and then it would be her turn. He’d fuck anyone he wanted, but then he’d come and rape Avery.

  “Stop it,” Landon ordered. “Dammit.”

  “No. Why am I here? I didn’t have a thing to do with that bomb. I have nothing to do with this MC. Let me the fuck go.”

  Landon opened his hands and Avery jumped back. She looked at him and she saw him coming back at her, this time leading with his mouth. She had every chance to move but she didn’t. She let Landon kiss her. She welcomed the taste of his lips and even more, she welcomed the taste of his tongue. It lasted only a few seconds before Avery pushed him away.

  “Go fuck your whores,” Avery said.

  “Yeah, right,” Landon said. “That’s not a whore, sweetheart. I don’t pay for it. Ever. I get what the fuck I want.”

  “You’re a fucking asshole. Tell me why the fuck I’m here.”

  Landon took out the key to his room and unlocked the door. He put his hand to the small of Avery’s back and pushed. She was no match to his strength… or his touch. Fuck, why did it make her wet when he touched her?

  Landon shut the door and locked it.

  “Want to know why you’re here?” Landon asked.

  He was against Avery now. Their bodies touching, hands not. Avery stared deep into his eyes.

  “Tell me,” Avery said.

  “Because I fucking care. That’s why. Because if you go out there…”

  “Something happened today.”

  “What?”

  “One of Bry’s men were in town. It was close but that guy protected me.”

  “Damn,” Landon said.

  Avery swallowed hard. She wanted to punch Landon in the face so hard. But at the same time, he did nothing wrong. He could fuck anyone he wanted. He could do whatever he wanted. Including care about Avery.

  “What now?” Avery asked.

  “I’m taking a fucking shower,” Landon said. “I have to fight tonight to make money for the MC.”

  “Fight…?”

  Landon walked away from Avery. She suddenly felt cold. The bathroom door swung shut, but it didn’t completely close. Th
ere was enough space to tease Avery, so she stood and watched Landon strip. The jeans fell, the boxers fell, the t-shirt came off his body. He stood at the sink with his head down. His back rippled with muscle. His ass was whiter than the rest of his body. Avery pictured Landon’s ass flexing as he fucked that other woman, but there was still a part of her that wanted to have the chance to be with Landon. More so, to show him he didn’t need some MC whore to enjoy himself.

  When Landon turned and reached for a towel, Avery saw his cock. Flaccid, but still long, thick, and beautiful. The show was brief because Landon moved out of view and turned on the water in the shower. Avery sat on the bed. Maybe there were just times in life when coming to terms with everything was simply bullshit. The sound of the water running tempted Avery. She kicked off her shoes, stripped off her socks, and walked to the bathroom. Her toes felt chilly as she stepped on to the moist, cool tile on the bathroom floor. The shower had a glass door. A see through glass door.

  Avery stopped at the sight of Landon standing with his hands against the wall, the water beating at the back of his head and neck, rushing down his body.

  “What do you want?” Landon asked.

  “I want to know about the fights,” Avery said.

  Landon opened the door a little. He looked out at Avery. “I want to know what the fuck happened today with you. Right now.”

  Avery jumped up to the bathroom sink and folded her hands. “I don’t know… he was just there.”

  “Why weren’t you where you belonged? You think I’m an idiot?”

  “No, Landon, I don’t. I got scared and walked away for a minute, okay? I don’t understand why you want me here or need me here. I have no purpose and I was right… Bry is going to find me. He has his guys here and that guy today is going to rush right back to Bry. Then he’ll know.”

  “Maybe that’s what I want,” Landon said.

  “What you want?”

  “Look, there’s only one way to ever settle things in life, Avery. You fucking face it. You keep fucking running and it’ll keep chasing you. If that was me and some bitch was running just to be a bitch, I’d chase her to the end of the world just to prove a point. And each day that went by I’d get more and more pissed off. Get it?”

  “You called me Avery.” Avery’s cheeks burned. Between her legs, she was a mess, again.

  “Seriously? That’s what you pick up on?”

  “I’m sorry I walked away,” Avery said. “But that doesn’t change how I feel, okay? I’m not some emotionless bitch in your MC clubhouse that gets passed around like a whiskey bottle. I’m… I’m scared of him…” Avery’s bottom lip quivered. “I’m scared of Bry. You’re not, but I am.”

  The shower door opened again. Landon was soaking wet erotic scene. The water pounded against his body as he stared at Avery.

  “I told you why you’re fucking here. Because I care. And being scared? What the fuck is that going to get you? Fear fucks with our mind. It makes us think shit that ain’t true. It makes us act stupid, and dumb moves send people to their graves.”

  Avery nodded. She wiped her face and let out a breath. “I know.”

  “Now, you want protection, you want to feel safe… take those clothes off and get in this shower with me.”

  Avery looked at Landon again. “Is that a request or an order?”

  “I don’t request shit,” Landon said. “I speak and people listen. Now.”

  Landon shut the shower door and Avery jumped from the bathroom sink. She took her pants off and then stopped. Was she really going to do this? Take this… thing… to yet another level? Maybe she was better off just putting six hundred dollars on the nightstand and leaving. Then she’d have no debt with Landon or the MC and she could disappear.

  But for some reason, that was just impossible, and Avery didn’t know why.

  She took her shirt off, unsnapped her bra, and now stood in just her panties.

  The shower door flew open and crashed to the wall.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  Avery scrambled to find words. “I’m…”

  “Come here,” Landon said. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”

  Landon reached and grabbed her by the panties. He pulled her right to the shower. His eyes were deep and threatening. His face like wet stone.

  He was gorgeous.

  Landon looked ready to explode. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  fourteen.

  Landon needed to wash it all off his body. What a mess Blaine had roped him into. The thing was, it didn’t really matter what Landon or Blaine did. Not with themselves, not with each other, and definitely not with some horny reliever. That dumb bitch in the other room thought she had some kind of power or control over him? Hell no. That’s why Landon gave it to her so hard. She’d wake up tomorrow and still feel Landon inside her. There was nothing Blaine could do short of physically hurting her that would chase away the memory of Landon. And yet it was a goddamn memory Landon wanted to wash off his body and erase from his own mind.

  It shouldn’t have mattered like it did to him. This was part of the MC life. Back Down Devil protected Frelen and took care of each other. Freedom wasn’t just given. It was earned. Yu had to work to stay free. That’s something a lot of other alleged bikers and MC’s didn’t understand. They weren’t free if they had shit jobs from nine-to-five and could only be a MC on the weekends. That was more like prison.

  He couldn’t get Avery out of his mind, so he needed to cleanse his body of the woman from the other room and then bring Avery into the shower. He had to fuck her and get it out of his system. Then he would take her to see the fights, and help her take care of her problem with her ex.

  He wrapped one hand tight around Avery’s panties. She stared at him with wide, eager eyes. Her skin was so creamy, her tits a perfect size, and her nipples were hard like tiny fingers poking out. She was turned on.

  “What was it like?” Landon asked.

  “What was what like?”

  “Seeing me… fuck that woman…”

  Avery swallowed.

  Was that a hint of jealousy in her eyes? Or was that anger?

  “Whatever,” Avery said.

  “No, it’s not whatever. What did it do? Did it turn you on?”

  “No. I’m not into that.”

  “Did it make you wet, sweetheart?”

  Avery swallowed again. She was nervous.

  Landon smiled.

  “It was… you,” Avery said. “Seeing you. Not what you were doing… but you…”

  “Because I was fucking?”

  Avery nodded. “Yes.”

  “You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by me then. That’s what it is. That’s why you couldn’t run, right? You thought so. You swore to yourself you were trying. But you weren’t. You were running in a circle, sweetheart… right back to me.”

  “So what?” Avery asked. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Landon chuckled. He had to hand it to this woman, she was tough. Or at least she was trying to be tough. But Landon could break that. He could break her. Hell, he hoped he could break her before she broke him.

  And that thought scared the hell out Landon the most.

  It scared him enough that a surge of power ran through his entire body. He gripped Avery’s panties tight and with a simple pull of his hand, the panties were torn from her body. She gasped and reached for the shower to keep her balance. Her right hand held the shower door and her left hand touched Landon’s bare, wet shoulder. That was enough to make Landon groan. He ripped the other side of Avery’s panties and let them fall. His eyes scanned down her nude body. Her shaved curve, lead to her glistening pussy, and Landon smiled. This was what he wanted.

  Yes.

  Landon put his hands to Avery’s waist and he pulled her into the shower. She let out a gasp and a cry as he slammed the door shut and pushed her against the wall, her ass to his front. Landon’s cock was hard and aching as he bent his knees a
nd positioned himself between Avery’s legs. She already had her legs open, proving to Landon just how eager she was for him to fuck her.

  Landon slid his hands up Avery’s body and she groaned. When his fingertips felt the thickness of her supple breasts, he gritted his teeth. Landon moved his hands to Avery’s shoulders and held tight. He gently turned her, welcoming her into the water with him. Their heads and faces were getting hit with the water but Landon stared at Avery and watched her eyes twitching as she fought to keep them open with the water rushing down her face.

  There were so many things running through his mind at that moment. So many things to say, some erotic, some filthy, maybe even some that could have been perceived as romantic, but Landon refused to talk. Talking made things worse.

  He kissed Avery with force. Not passion, but force. His tongue moved deep. He kissed hard enough that his teeth touched Avery’s, causing a feeling that was like nails on a chalkboard. Just as Avery reached for his face, Landon forced her back to the wall. He reached down with one hand and gripped his thick shaft.

  “Spread your fucking legs, sweetheart,” Landon said. “Wide for me.”

  Avery did as told and Landon knew it would take just one good thrust to force himself deep into her waiting body. He was right there, just inches away from making it happen.

  Instead, Landon traced Avery’s left side with his left hand. He followed the curve of her hip and her ass. He moved down and around, seeking her moisture. When he found it, two of his fingers easily glided their way into her.

  Avery jumped and cried out.

  “That’s right,” Landon said. “Feel it… feel me…”

  He dug deeper, twisting his fingers, and letting his rings touch her warm, welcoming walls. Soon he began to move his fingers faster and harder. He bent his knees again and released the hold on him. Landon placed his hand to Avery’s stomach and leaned his chest to her back.

  His fingers continued to move, digging so deep that Avery had to move to her toes to stay with the movements. She whimpered, cried, and moaned. It was everything Landon wanted to hear from her voice.

  With his fingers spread wide on Avery’s stomach, Landon soon found it too tempting to resist, so he moved up, almost seductively until he held Avery’s right breast in his hand. He cupped and squeezed, only then allowing his middle and ring finger (rings and all) to squeeze her erect nipple tight and pull. His fingers were inside Avery and nothing ever felt so good. She lifted and lowered her body as needed, adding to the pleasure. Normally, Landon would fucking hate this. He never cared about the woman’s pleasure, because when Landon wanted to fuck, it was for his pleasure and nobody else’s. But with Avery, everything felt different.