by London Casey
“Fucking right,” Gaige growled as his hand tightened around her hair.
Emily swallowed when she could as she was commanded by Gaige’s hand at her head. He finally pulled from her mouth with a wet pop sound and then groaned again.
Emily remained on her knees and looked up at Gaige.
What now?
Gaige ran his thumb along her bottom lip and nodded. “You better be ready, beautiful, because now I’m going to take you to my bed and fuck you.”
nine.
Gaige couldn’t believe how fucking amazing this woman was. Not only was she beautiful, deep, dark, and mysterious… her pussy tasted like heaven, she came like a wild woman, and she could suck cock perhaps better than anyone he could ever remember.
His put his hand to her cheek and commanded her to stand.
“You’re going to fuck me?” Emily asked in a whimpering voice.
“Fucking right I am,” Gaige said. He reached down and gripped his cock. “I’m not a two pump fuck, beautiful. I’ll go all night long. Are you ready for that?”
Emily nodded.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Show me then, beautiful,” Gaige said.
Emily wasted no time reaching down and then presenting two of her fingers glistening with her own wetness.
“Fuck,” Gaige said. “You’re fucking ready. And so fucking tight. It’s going to hurt.”
“I know,” Emily said.
Gaige stripped off his leather cut and then took his shirt off. There was still dried blood on his chest from the fight, but he didn’t give a fuck. He stepped out of his jeans and then tugged at Emily’s shirt.
“Fucking off,” he ordered.
Emily hurried. When Gaige saw her breasts pressing against a blood red bra, his cock throbbed. Emily reached back and unclipped her bra. She lowered her arms and her breasts fell free. They were fucking beautiful. Heavy enough for Gaige’s big hands. Her nipples thick enough to make his mouth hungry.
“Fuck,” Gaige growled.
He came at Emily and slapped her ass with both hands. She cried out as he lifted her. He slid between her legs, touching her wet center. Emily clawed at his back as Gaige carried her to his bed. Her head hit the pillow and his body came down to hers. The tip of his dick was touching her already. Emily’s mouth opened in shock.
“You’re so fucking tight, you’re going to need a distraction.”
Gaige cupped Emily’s left breast and brought his mouth down to it. His tongue swirled around her thick nipple. She was so fucking beautiful it made him ache. Gaige opened his mouth and began to taste Emily’s nipple and breast. He slowly thrust forward and felt Emily’s body trying to welcome him. This wasn’t going to be easy at all.
Gaige pulled back and smiled at Emily.
“You want a fucking kid, beautiful?” he asked.
“A kid… what? No…”
“You taking pills?”
“I…”
“That’s a big fucking no,” Gaige said.
He took his hand from her breast and reached to the nightstand. There was no way he was going to dip into Emily without protection. She was fucking beautiful and all, but getting some woman knocked up wouldn’t make life any easier.
Gaige moved to his knees and slid the condom down his cock. He then returned to his position, hovering over Emily, his hand cupping her breast tight, ready to fuck her. He brought his mouth back down to her breast but this time he focused on her nipple. As he suckled Emily’s erect nipple, he thrust forward, working his way into her body. The harder he bit her nipple the harder he pressed deep into her. He could only imagine the wild pain Emily must have felt throughout her body, but once Gaige was inside her as far as he could go, he took his mouth from her breast.
She was still tight.
“Fuck,” Gaige said. “You’re going to rip my cock off, beautiful.”
“It hurts, Gaige,” Emily whispered.
Gaige touched her face. “I know. But it won’t for long. Stay with me.”
Gaige pulled back and thrust. He did it again and Emily arched her back, crying out. Gaige gritted his teeth and thrust one more time. Emily moaned. He smiled. She was finally getting accustomed to him. But there was no way Gaige was going to last much longer with a woman this sexy and definitely not with a pussy this tight.
He fucked Emily hard and fast. Emily clawed at the sheets and held on tight for the entire ride. Finally, the urge came through Gaige’s body and he started to come. He thrust deep into Emily and put his mouth to hers. He tasted her tongue and welcomed her moans each time he came, knowing his pulsing cock throbbed against her sensitive walls.
They kissed for a while as Gaige lost his hardness. He was finally satisfied and calm when he slid out of Emily’s body. He moved Emily and opened the covers to allow her to get tucked into his bed. He walked to a mini-fridge and got a beer. Still naked, Gaige climbed back into bed and started to drink. The room was warm and stunk of Emily’s desire and sex. It was exactly how the room was meant to smell. Gaige found comfort with his fingers running through Emily’s hair.
“Hey, beautiful, I forgot to ask something,” he said.
“What’s that?” Emily asked.
“Are you taken?”
“You mean, am I single?”
Gaige nodded. “Not that I give a fuck. Just wondering if I should sleep with one eye open, as they say, right?”
Emily swallowed. “I’m not taken.”
“But there’s someone?”
“That was a long time ago,” Emily said.
“Was he dangerous to you?”
“You said you’re dangerous to me,” Emily said.
Gaige drank from the beer bottle. “The difference is that I’m dangerous to you… to your heart. Your life. I’m dangerous to you because I’ll change everything you know. I’m dangerous to you because when I sink my teeth into you, I won’t ever let go. I’m dangerous to you… because I’d take a bullet for you. What I am asking if is some asshole was dangerous to you because he was a fucking pussy and swung at you. Scared you. Hurt you.”
Emily didn’t respond right away. What a fucking giveaway of an answer. Gaige nodded and finished off his beer. He put the bottle on the nightstand and then slid under the covers with Emily close to him.
“Don’t be afraid anymore,” Gaige said.
Emily touched Gaige’s lips. “That’s easy to say. I saw a lot tonight.”
“And you’re going to keep seeing a lot around here. This isn’t a way of life, beautiful. This is a way to survive. Get it?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Good. Now shut your fucking eyes and sleep.”
Gaige kissed Emily’s forehead and kept her close.
There was no way in hell she was going to get away from him. And Gaige knew just what he had to do to keep her close.
ten.
When Gaige left the bedroom, he found Blaine on a bench with the blonde between his legs and the brunette on the floor, ass up, naked. The blonde was on her knees, her head to side, her hair sprawled out making it look like Blaine had a messy thatch of pubic hair. Blaine’s pants were down to his ankles and he snored like a fucking motorcycle engine.
“Wake up!” Gaige bellowed and kicked the bench.
The blonde popped up and looked around. When she did, Blaine became stiff as a board. The blonde quickly grabbed Blaine and started to stroke him. Blaine groaned and smiled.
“Fuck no,” Gaige said. He touched the blonde’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, the party’s over.”
Blaine opened his eyes. “No it’s fucking not.”
“Yes it is,” Gaige said. He looked at the blonde. “Get your fucking friend and move along for now.”
The blonde woke up the brunette and they scurried away.
Gaige looked at Blaine and shook his head.
“What, bro?” Blaine asked. “Look at me. I’m rock hard here. You gonna take care of this?”
Gaige lifted his foot
and Blaine hurried to sit up.
“That’s what I thought,” Gaige said. “Come on, we have to move. I’m taking Emily to work and then we need to start some recon. I want to find these Eight Under pricks and end this. I’m not letting this linger for weeks.”
“Okay, bro, okay,” Blaine said. He pointed to his erection. “Can I at least get a minute here?”
“Fuck,” Gaige said. “Make sure you wash your hands.”
Gaige walked through the clubhouse, and found nothing out of the ordinary. The wannabe members were behind the bar, stocking it and cooking breakfast for the members. There were guys asleep at the bar and on the pool table. Women were everywhere.
“Need something?” one of the guys behind the bar asked.
“I’ll be back out. Get food for three.”
Gaige went back to his room and found Emily in the bathroom dressing in her clothes from the day before.
“I can take you to your place,” Gaige said.
“No, I’m okay,” Emily said. “I’m not working long today. Just two meetings.”
Gaige reached for her. “Come close, beautiful.”
Emily looked at him, then moved her eyes away.
“I know what you do,” Gaige whispered. “I know the building. I know the business. Are you hired help or paid to fuck?”
“Is that your business?” Emily asked.
Gaige lifted Emily to the sink and looked at her. “It is my fucking business. If you’re going to be out running around with horny businessmen, I’m going to need to get some protection for you. Can’t have anyone else getting shot. If you stay put inside then I’m not so worried.”
“You’re worried about me?”
Gaige touched her chin and smiled. “I can’t imagine that pussy being passed around. I want it all for myself. So… do I owe you for last night, beautiful?”
“No,” Emily said. “I work between the two parties. I’m in the office and that’s it. It’s easy money because I’m good at it.”
“I can live with that,” Gaige said. “Come on, there’s breakfast waiting.”
As they ate, Blaine came walking out, holding himself. He looked uncomfortable.
“Get that taken care of?” Gaige asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Blaine said. “But it came back.”
“What came back?” Emily asked.
“My hard on. I can’t get rid of it. I think one of those whores slipped me a pill or some shit.” Blaine smiled. “I should find out what it is…”
“Hurry up and eat,” Gaige waved him off.
They ate and left the clubhouse. Gaige gave Emily his helmet and then they were off. The motorcycle roaring, the road flying by, and Gaige with the chance to think as he rode. He thought about all the places to check for Eight Under. They could just go down and bust into their shithole clubhouse but that could end up starting a bullet for bullet war. As much as Back Down Devil MC controlled the town of Frelen, they didn’t want to bring blood and violence right onto the main streets.
The situation needed to be handled carefully… and as painful as honesty came, it didn’t make it any easier to have Emily involved. She was an outsider and maybe that’s where she should have stayed. But when Gaige licked his lips, he still tasted her. He wanted her. And goddammit, he needed her.
At the edge of town, there was a long, plain building. No logos. The parking lot was empty, telling Gaige that there was a second parking lot in the back. There was a clearing behind the building, a genius move because it probably meant rich men were able to drop their helicopters down and pick up their dates. Money and sex. What else mattered in life?
Gaige stopped the motorcycle and climbed off. Emily handed him the helmet and he grabbed her wrist. “Want me to walk you in?”
“No,” Emily said. “There are no problems here.”
“I want to go in,” Blaine said.
“You’d go broke,” Emily said.
Gaige laughed. “Plus, these women don’t do what Blaine wants.”
“Ah, fuck you two then,” Blaine said. He peeled around and took off back down the road.
“I have to go,” Gaige said. “Give me your phone.” Emily listened and Gaige programmed his number into it. “You call me if you need anything. I’ll be right here when you’re done. Give me a heads up on your hours. If anything feels off, you fucking call me. Got it?”
“What would…”
“Fuck, beautiful,” Gaige growled. “You saw what you saw yesterday, okay? No fucking around.”
“Okay. I won’t. I’ll text you.”
“Now fucking kiss me.”
Emily fell into him and he groaned as he kissed her, wishing he could just make a team of guys deal with the Eight Under problem. Then he could take Emily back to his bed and have her all day.
Gaige gently pushed Emily away and nodded to the building. He waited until she was inside before getting back on his motorcycle and leaving. He shook his head. It was clear, Emily was going to probably cause more harm than good… but in the end, she’d be worth it all.
eleven.
Gaige turned into the compound and saw the police cruiser. His grip on the handlebars increased and he curled his lip. He fucking hated dealing with the local police. They were such dicks with everything, never understanding what Back Down Devil MC did or what it meant to the town. The badge governed the police under a much different set of laws than the MC.
There was balance between the two, but it was a very loose and unstable balance.
Gaige slowed as he passed by the cruiser. He saw the chief sitting behind the wheel. Barely closing in on forty. He was tough and generally a complete asshole to the MC, but the last year they began to find common grounds. It was simple… as long as Back Down Devil didn’t warrant the attention, the chief wouldn’t give it to them.
Gaige parked his motorcycle and by the time he got off his bike, Blaine was walking toward him, obviously pissed off.
“What the fuck is this about?” Blaine asked.
“What do you think? Shooting. Bodies. A dead girl. Your fingerprints all over the dead girl.”
“Ah, fuck,” Blaine said.
“Call Miller,” Gaige said. “Get him here and then stay inside.”
“Okay, bro,” Blaine said.
Gaige took off his helmet and rubbed his face. He looked around to make sure there wasn’t some kind of sting going on. There wasn’t. There was no need for it. The business Miller ran was completely clean. The guys who handled the legitimate business had nothing to do with the MC and never would. Miller never mixed business and pleasure. The business money was legit. The MC money stayed within the MC.
Walking to the cruiser, Gaige smiled. He reached into his leather cut for a smoke knowing he’d get the chief’s attention damn fast.
The chief threw open his door and jumped out, drawing his gun.
“Put your fucking hands up,” he bellowed.
“Jerry,” Gaige laughed. He showed the pack of cigarettes. “Just having a smoke.”
Jerry lowered his gun and tucked it away. “Fucking prick.”
“Aren’t we all?” Gaige asked.
“I have some questions,” Jerry said as he slammed the cruiser door.
“You know we generally don’t have answers,” Gaige said. “We try to keep to ourselves. It’s a MC thing, you wouldn’t get it. We don’t snoop into everyone’s business.”
“Yeah, where’s your boss?”
“I don’t have a boss,” Gaige said. “I only ever had one boss actually. My first job when I was sixteen. Stocked shelves over at Arnie’s. The old man’s kid told me I needed a haircut so I put a box cutter to this throat.”
“Take it you were fired?”
“Well, I didn’t get employee of the month that month,” Gaige said. He pulled out a smoke and lit it. He offered the pack to Jerry.
“No,” the chief said. “I quit after Anne got pregnant.”
“Oh, that’s right. Big daddy Jerry. Come on, man, have a smoke.
She’ll never know. Has to be hard at night with a newborn. And a miserable wife.”
Jerry clamped his hand over Gaige’s. The chief had a fierce grip. He ripped the pack of smokes from Gaige, took one out, and put it between his lips. Gaige tossed his metal lighter to the chief. He lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.
“Damn,” Jerry whispered.
“Good stuff, I know,” Gaige said.
Jerry leaned against his cruiser while Gaige stood with a defiant stance.
In the distance Gaige heard the rumble of Miller’s motorcycle.
“Anything you want to tell me about yesterday?” Jerry asked.
“What was yesterday?”
“Don’t piss on my boots,” Jerry said.
Gaige gripped between his legs. “I don’t have to piss.”
Miller’s bike came barreling into the compound. He sped up and blew by the chief and Gaige. He backed his motorcycle in and then took a slow walk toward them. He was smiling and once close enough, he offered a hand to Jerry.
“Just wanted to say congrats,” Miller said.
Jerry took his hand and they stared each other down.
“I’m not here to celebrate,” Jerry said.
“Well, life is worth celebrating,” Miller said. “We wanted to give you something.”
Miller reached into his pocket. The chief reached for his gun again and Gaige put a hand to the chief’s wrist.
“You fucking touch me like that again and I’ll shoot you,” Jerry warned.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Miller said. He looked at Gaige. “That’s the fatherly instincts kicking in.”
Miller pulled out a long jewelry box and handed it to Jerry.
“What’s this?” Jerry asked.
“To celebrate life,” Miller said. “From all of us here. Congrats on your baby.”
Jerry tapped the jewelry box against his hand. “Speaking of life… anything you would know about the shooting at the junkyard yesterday? All the way down near Riverside?”
Miller shook his head. “Shooting?”
“Don’t,” Jerry said. “We found a young woman in a car. Shot several times in her back.”