BROKEN ROAD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novella)

by Casey, London

  Ares hand moved over her breast, his hand large enough to cup her. With one squeeze, Brooke moaned and felt pleasure colliding everywhere in her body. Ares brought his fingers together and then slowly rolled her erect nipple, pulling to the point that Brooke reached back and gripped at Ares’s jeans for relief.

  “Tell me it hurts,” Ares growled.

  “Fuck,” Brooke whispered. “It hurts.”

  “Tell me it’s good.”

  “It’s good, Ares. It’s so good.”

  “Now let me feel…”

  Ares spread his fingers wide and held her heavy breast. His fingers in her panties moved down some more. The tips of his fingers sampled her pussy. He pressed and then hissed.

  “Fuck, darling. That’s really tight. I’m going to need to work you open a little…”

  Ares took his hands away from her body. His hands smacked at her hips and turned her around. Brooke had her hands at her sides. Ares ran both hands up her body and touched both breasts. He came forward and moved down, bringing his lips to her chest. His right hand began to massage one breast, while the left hand cupped under her other breast. He squeezed tight and Brooke cried out. She felt Ares’s hot breath a moment before his mouth started to engulf her. He sucked hard, bringing Brooke to her toes. When he let up, his tongue came forward and flicked at her nipple. Up and down, so hard, so fast. So fucking perfect.

  When Ares started to clamp down on her nipple, Brooke reached forward again to touch Ares. One hand pulled at a pocket while the other touched between his legs. She felt something wildly big and hard.

  Holyfuckinghell…

  Ares opened his mouth and kissed up Brooke’s chest. He sampled her neck and went right for her mouth. When his lips touched hers, Brooke groaned. When his tongue darted into her mouth, she lost her breath. That’s when Ares guided her back to the bed. She fell, sitting now eye level with his pants. She reached out and touched.

  “Not yet,” Ares said. “I’ll let you know when I want my cock taken care of.” Ares stroked along Brooke’s lips. “First, I’m going to loosen up that tight pussy. Get on your back and put your feet on the bed.”

  Brooke had never succumbed to a man before like this. Everything had always been so plain and simple. Clothes off. Fuck. Finish. Nothing more. But Ares was commanding. He was powerful and bold. And Brooke couldn’t say no to him. She couldn’t imagine stopping him either. Her inner desires craved this… and more.

  Brooke kept herself on her elbows, her palms face down, fingers gripping the sheets. Ares reached forward and ran his fingers down her breasts again. When he touched her, tingling pulses shot down her belly to her sex. She was so turned on that she felt she could come from Ares just touching her breasts. In fact, she was so fucking wet, she was already close.

  Ares kept going though, his large hands running down her belly and body. One hand moved between her legs and pressed against her thong. The cloth was sopping wet and served no purpose right now. Ares made that very clear when he ripped at her thong, forcing it off her body.

  The panties hit the floor and Brooke was completely naked now. Ares took Brooke by the ankles and guided her feet back to the bed. His fingers trailed up to her knees and then he spread her legs wide open.

  “What a fucking beautiful sight,” Ares said. “I’m going to touch you and make you scream for more. I’m going to make you come so hard with my fingers you’ll beg for my cock.”

  “I want it right now,” Brooke said, feeling breathless.

  “You’ll get it when I feel like fucking giving it,” Ares said.

  His right hand slid down Brooke’s leg. She watched with impatient eyes and a racing heart.

  Ares started with just one finger. He touched her silky folds and turned his finger, gently opening her and thrusting his finger in.

  It felt so good. The instant pleasure tingled everywhere.

  Ares pulled and pushed his finger, his other hand gripping her other tight. His hand moved up and stayed just inches from her sex. Brooke’s body battled with what sensations to appreciate more. And that’s when Ares added a second finger.

  The pressure increased and Brooke groaned. She rocked her hips, wanting more. When Ares twisted his fingers and slammed in harder, the sound of wetness echoed in the room. Brooke cried out and started to lift her ass off the bed. She rocked harder, working with Ares’s amazing fingers.

  Then, as fast as he started, he stopped.

  He pulled his fingers from Brooke and placed them to her smooth mound. He then rubbed his fingers back and forth, spreading Brooke’s own wetness on her body. He then used his thumb and sought out Brooke’s clit. He pressed and rubbed, making tiny circles, making it damn near impossible for Brooke to make a sound.

  “Almost ready,” Ares said. “Make sure you’re nice and wet.”

  “What the fuck…,” Brooke growled. “What the fuck do you want to feel…”

  Ares came toward the bed. His legs touched the sides and he took his hand from Brooke’s inner leg and reached for her face. He touched her cheek and came down at her.

  Brooke gasped for air.

  Ares was just inches away.

  “I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” Ares said.

  Brooke opened her mouth, desperate to say something seductive. But her words were stolen when she felt Ares’s finger enter her again. Then came his second finger. And then… a third finger.

  Brooke felt herself stretching and her need racing toward a climax. Her hips were uncontrollable as she thrust at Ares, wanting more. She could feel just how deep his fingers were and when she looked down to see it, it finally made her able to cry out.

  “I’m… there…”

  “Say it louder,” Ares said.

  “Fuck, I’m there. I’m…” Brooke reached with her hands and found the edges of Ares’s leather cut. She pulled and lifted herself off the bed. It gave her body more movement, able to match the wild speed of Ares’s fingers slamming in and out of her precious body. “I’m coming…”

  Those were the last words Brooke could find. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open. What came out were a series of cut off groans, cries, and whimpers as her body throbbed and she came. When she stopped moving, Ares didn’t. He kept pounding at her with his fingers, leaving the pleasure rolling through her body.

  Brooke couldn’t stop coming.

  When Ares finally pulled his fingers from Brooke’s body, she released her hold on his leather cut and fell to the bed. Brooke was already out of breath, sweating, desperate for air. And that was before Ares even fucked her.

  ten.

  Ares stared at Brooke’s glistening, silky sex as she lay on the bed gasping for air. She hurried to grip the sheets again and stared at him with wide eyes. It made Ares grin, even for a second. Brooke had never felt this kind of pleasure before, and she never would outside this bedroom again.

  Not without Ares commanding it.

  He grabbed at his belt buckle and pulled it open. He hurried to drop his pants, taking his thick cock in his hand. With one stroke, he was ready to go and moved to the bed again.

  Brooke was already whimpering for him.

  “Holy fuck,” she whispered. “How… I don’t…”

  “Easy,” Ares said. “It’ll hurt like fuck at first… but just go easy…”

  Ares came to the bed and pressed his thick tip to Brooke’s center. She was dripping wet with desire and even after all that hard fingering, she was still tight. It took Ares a few thrusts to get just a couple inches into her. There he stopped and pulled back, gently thrusting, feeling her burning insides gripping him with a fierce hold.

  His hands touched her waist with his thumbs on her stomach near her belly button.

  “Get ready,” Ares growled. “That’s your only warning.”

  Ares let Brooke open her mouth and then he gave it all to her. He pulled at her hips as he thrust forward, every last inch of his eager cock inside her.

  Brooke let out a cry and arched
her back. Ares hurried to slide his hands up her stomach to her chest. Her fucking tits were big and beautiful, heavy and creamy colored with rosy nipples. His hands squeezed as he pulled back, easing Brooke to the bed. Then with another hard thrust he was back inside her.

  This time when Brooke cried out she grabbed at his leather cut again. She managed to get the bottom of it. Her finger looped through a fresh hole on the cut… from a bullet Brooke’s brother hoped to be lodged inside Ares’s body.

  She pulled at the leather and thrust at him.

  The bitch wants more.

  Ares smile.

  Ares lowered himself down to Brooke and let his tongue flirt with her sweet mouth. She kissed back at him hard, her breathing going wild.

  As Ares sped up, he felt Brooke’s body moving with him. Just as hard. Just as fast. Her mouth opened and she let out a long groan. Her head went back and her back arched again.

  “Tell me,” Ares growled. “Tell me, darling.”

  “I’m fucking coming again,” Brooke said.

  “Good girl,” Ares hissed. “Come all over me.”

  Ares fucked Brooke, his hands opening and inching down her body enough so he could watch her breasts dance with his rhythm. Brooke continued to moan and cry out, leaving the normally empty and quiet room filled with heat and the sounds of passion.

  It had been such a long time that Ares had been with a woman who he thought was beautiful and who he would remember come morning.

  When Brooke started to come down from her wild high, she put her hands to the back of her legs and pulled, opening herself even wider. That was all Ares could manage to handle. He thrust in and out of Brooke a few more times and first felt the rage of passion throughout his body, then straight to his cock.

  Ares wanted to come inside Brooke, but he knew better than that. He pulled and plopped himself down on Brooke’s sweet mound. When he first came, he hissed and continued to thrust. Brooke hurried to take him in her hand. She squeezed and pulled at Ares, letting him spill all over her body.

  Long after he was done, Ares held his position, looking down at Brooke’s perfect body. Her sex glistened and her belly was covered in his own release. It was a perfect way to end a wild and fucked up night.

  Ares stepped back and lifted his jeans. He then said, “You can shower. Then we crash. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be another wild day for you, darling.”

  “Why?” Brooke asked. She slowly started to sit up. “What’s going to happen?”

  Ares swallowed hard and looked into Brooke’s eyes. For a second he caught himself closing up a little. Like he actually cared about Brooke and didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

  That can’t happen.

  Ares turned to look away. “Take a fucking shower first. Then we can talk.”

  Ares didn’t make another move until he heard Brooke get off the bed and go into the bathroom. The door clicked shut and the water turned on.

  When he turned, Ares looked at the bed. He reached and touched it. It was warm. He gritted his teeth and felt his mind spinning. Coming to Back Down Devil was his personal escape from life. He couldn’t cut it in the world run by law and justice. His world was run by living on the edge of life and finding his own brand of justice. The best part of it was that he had a sense of brotherhood all around him, but he was alone. Ares knew he was best off alone.

  That included women too.

  A short while later, the bathroom door opened and Ares quickly had to make fists. Brooke stood there in much more comfortable clothing. Her hoodie completely covered up the most beautiful set of breasts Ares had ever held and tasted. Something about Brooke now being hidden by her clothes made Ares want her even more. Her damp hair had a little frizz to it as it hung down past her shoulders. A few wet strands clung to the side of her face. Her eyes were deep and wild, just like her damn body.

  “Fuck,” Ares whispered.

  “What’s wrong?” Brooke asked.

  “Nothing. You can crash here.” He pointed to the bed.

  “What about you?”

  “Nobody needs to worry about me. I manage.”

  “The bed is big enough.”

  I don’t know if my heart is…

  Ares was getting pissed at himself. He walked to a lone chair in the one corner and carried it toward the door. He plopped down on it and said, “I’ll sleep right here.”

  “That’s dumb.”

  “I don’t care what you think.”

  “Wait a second,” Brooke said.

  She moved at Ares. If it were a man moving like this, Ares would have knocked him out. Hell, if it were a woman he wasn’t interested in, he’d put his hands out and guide her somewhere else. But Brooke left him frozen for a few seconds.

  Brooke grabbed the bottom of Ares leather cut. He quickly grabbed her hand and squeezed. “You don’t touch someone’s cut, darling.”

  “I was fucking grabbing it a little while ago,” Brooke said.

  “Different circumstances,” Ares said with a grin.

  “There’s a hole in the bottom of it. My finger was locked in there when we were… you know…”

  Ares let go of Brooke’s wrist and stripped himself of his leather cut. He walked it to the bed and tossed it down. He saw the hole at the bottom Brooke had been talking about.

  “Yeah. That’s a bullet hole.”

  “From tonight?” Brooke asked.

  “Yeah. It happens.”

  Brooke grabbed his arm. “That could have killed you.”

  “I know how bullets work, darling.”

  “Doesn’t that scare you?”

  “No. Why?”

  “What if you got shot?”

  “Like Gunner? He’s dead and I’m not. I got lucky. The bullet hit my cut. I also had my fucking eyes open the entire time, assessing. It’s not just about shooting, it’s about surviving.”

  Brooke looked visibly shaken again. That told Ares even more that Brooke was not really involved with the illegal gambling and what transpired tonight.

  “How many times have you been shot at?” Brooke asked.

  “More times than I’ve been hit.”

  “Why doesn’t your leather cut have the name on it like the other guys?”

  “I’m not patched in,” Ares said.

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I don’t get to wear the patch. They’ve tried giving it to me, but I always refuse.”

  “Why?”

  Ares looked at Brooke. “Do you ever stop asking questions?”

  “Sorry. You kind of forced me to come with you. The least I could know is why. Where I am. For how long.”

  “Coming from the woman who had a gun pointed at my gut,” Ares said. “You’re lucky you’re beautiful and were wearing that damn dress.”

  “I hated that dress. That’s not who I am.”

  “I know,” Ares said. He turned and put a hand to Brooke’s face. “You’re just as beautiful right now, darling. It’s driving me fucking mad. We better get some sleep.”

  Ares walked to the light and turned it off. A second later a small light came on next to the bed. He watched as Brooke climbed into the bed and quickly wrapped herself up in the covers. He stood for a few minutes, just watching. His mind replayed old memories that were far from dead. There was only one other time he felt a little uneasy around a woman and that cost him his patch and damn near his life.

  “Ares?” Brooke’s soft voice called out.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m scared right now. I don’t want to talk about it though. I just want you to come and hold me. Nothing else. Just hold me.”

  Ares should have said no. Ares should have told Brooke to fucking deal with it. Ares should have just left the damn bedroom and went for a couple shots of whiskey and the eager mouth of a reliever.

  Instead of all that - doing the right fucking thing - Ares walked to the bed. He sat down and kicked off his boots. He then got right next to Brooke and put his arm around her. She moved
and pressed her body closer to his. She reached up and touched his hand.

  “Thank you for saving me,” she whispered.

  Ares gritted his teeth. He might have saved her today, but that didn’t mean shit for tomorrow.

  eleven.

  At the bar, Gaige and Erik were holding mugs of coffee to their lips. There was something to be said for the silence of the morning. It always reminded Ares of the calm before the storm. Before the day got going and got out of control, the silence of the clubhouse wanted to echo with the wildness from the night before.

  Blaine was on his back on a pool table, black sunglasses on his face, a lit cigarette in his mouth. Ares watched and wondered if he’d fallen asleep, but every few seconds, Blaine took a drag of his smoke and blew it out.

  Behind the bar, Ares moved, hating this part of it all. The bitch work that needed to be done. To cook and clean for the patched in members. A couple of the guys were in the kitchen making a big breakfast. Ares had snuck out of the bed without waking Brooke. That was good. If she woke up when he did, he’d still be in the bedroom with her.

  “Ares, come here, bro,” Gaige said.

  Ares threw a towel over his shoulder and walked to Gaige. “What do you need?”

  Gaige leaned forward. “First off, take that fucking towel off your shoulder.” He grabbed the towel and threw it to the floor. “Second, come around here and sit. We have to talk.”

  “I’m behind the bar, Gaige.”

  “And I’m fucking VP.”

  Ares looked to the other prospects as they worked. He knew he didn’t belong behind a bar like the rest did. These were guys - some of them barely over legal age – who were here because it was cool. Because having a leather cut was fun and exciting. A way to pick up chicks. To ride a motorcycle and tell people they were part of Back Down Devil. Almost like some kind of fucking game. Some of these guys would end up dead. They were the lost ones with no real purpose in life. Some of these guys would end up disappearing and handing their cuts back in. They’d get a handshake from Miller if it was honorable. If they were pieces of shit and kicked out, they’d get beat up.