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

by London Casey

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  Harlee unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her back faced me and she was fully nude. Her ass was perfect, the natural curve of her hips making my hands ball up into fists with pent up need.

  I stood wearing nothing but my damn jeans, my cock uncomfortably pressing against them.

  I stepped up behind Harlee and touched her sides. Her skin was warm and soft. There was a broken innocence about her and that’s what I think I found most addicting. She was hurt but she still didn’t understand everything.

  My hands slid around and up until I was cupping her breasts. She put her arms up and grabbed at my hair, pulling me to her. She turned her head and we started to kiss. There was no fucking holding back anymore. My tongue explored her mouth as though it was her pussy. Christ, I couldn’t remember the last time I cared so much about kissing a woman. Her nails dug into my face and my hands dug into her supple breasts.

  I slid my hands down to her stomach and broke the kiss, staring down at her tits. They were so full, creamy skin, rose pink nipples that were pointing straight out. I lowered my mouth to her neck and tasted her. I kissed a line to her shoulder and grazed my teeth on her skin.

  Harlee reached back and pushed at my jeans, opening them, sliding them down, letting my cock pop free. Both her hands grabbed at me, trying to control the other monster I possessed. As she stroked me, I groaned, but I pulled myself back. I had already felt her hands and her mouth. I had already come on her.

  Now I wanted to be inside her.

  I pushed her to bed and she let out a yell. She climbed on the bed, her ass jutting out at me. It was just like the last time but the ending would be very different.

  I got right up behind her, my right hand cutting between her legs, feeling her soft and wet flower, two fingers cutting inside that pussy, feeling how tight she was.

  I gritted my teeth, knowing something that tight was going to make it hard for me not to thrust and come.

  I held my cock tight and pressed against her slit. Her hands were flat on the bed, her back arched, staring back at me. I put my right hand to her ass and pulled at her, my thumb touching the outside of her pussy, opening her.

  When I thrust forward, she let out a cry. My cock started to slide into her. Her pussy gripped tight but welcomed me. I inched in more and more, about halfway, and then stopped. I slowly pulled back, watching my dick glisten from her sweet honey spreading on my shaft. I put my hands on her hips and held tight, just like I envisioned from the second I met Harlee. I looked forward and our eyes met. Goddammit, it was like someone punched me in the gut and heart at the same time.

  I couldn’t take the way she made me feel.

  So I pulled at her hips and thrust forward, ripping her wide open for my cock.

  I buried myself deep into that sweet pussy and held there. I felt Harlee try to buck forward, needing relief, but she wasn’t going to get any from me. I quickly pulled back and thrust again.

  It took me three more hard fucks to settle in on her beautiful body. She lowered her chest down to the bed, lifting her ass up even more for me, giving me plenty to work with. Her pussy sheathed me tight but was just forgiving enough to let me fuck her. The sight and sound was nothing compared to the feeling.

  Each time I thrust forward, she would rock forward and let out a whimper.

  I placed my hands to her ass and pulled completely out of her body. I stared at her pink center, her thin and tender folds curled open, her hole puckering, begging for more.

  I climbed up on the bed and slapped the bottom of my shaft on her ass and reached around, two fingers digging at her clit. Harlee rocked her hips and let out a yell.

  “Up, now,” I ordered her.

  She lifted herself up to her knees and leaned back to my chest. I again stared over her shoulder and down at her breasts.

  Her lower back pressed against the bottom of my cock. She wiggled her hips, rubbing my dick between me and her. She was so fucking seductive and beautiful all in the same breath.

  “Turn the fuck around,” I said.

  I was better off just taking her from behind until my balls exploded. Get all that shit out of my system. But there I was, turning Harlee around to her back. She was then on the bed, legs spread, me hovering over her. I reached down between her legs and touched her.

  Fucking soaked.

  I ran my hand up her bare mound to her lower belly and stopped. My other hand touched her left breast and I cupped under, squeezing. She thrust her chest at me, groaning. She reached back and took hold of the pillows tight. Fuck, even with her arms over her head, her tits were still so full.

  I brought my mouth down to her right breast and tasted her. She was warm, the gentle smell of her skin was only met by the taste. My tongue ran left to right over her rough, erect nipple. I let my teeth graze and tug, teasing her into a scream. Then my mouth opened wider, engulfing her, sucking her tit like I was hungry for her.

  She reached down between my legs, grabbing my dick, pulling it toward her. I lowered my body down and let her guide me to her pussy. The second I felt that burning entrance, I was all in again.

  I thrust deep and held there, my hips pushing down to hers. She lifted herself up to me, her arms throwing themselves around my body, nails catching skin and muscle to hold on tight. I hurried and put my left hand to her back and held her there.

  I started to fuck her again, completely unforgiving for what my body required right then. Each thrust was harder, faster, reaching depths that were matched only with louder cries and whimpers, telling me that Harlee had never experienced anything like it before.

  I had warned her… she would never be the same again…

  She tried to kiss my chest but ended up biting at me. Her teeth sank hard, pulling, feeling like she was going to rip me open. That didn’t bother me at all. She clung to my back for dear life as I fucked her even faster and harder. When she tried to lock her ankles around me, my ass bucked back and knocked her ankles apart.

  This was my fucking show and she wanted to be part of it.

  I put my right hand to the bed and leaned forward a little. Harlee still hadn’t let go of me. She put her head back a little, leaving her mouth dangerously close to mine. I couldn’t kiss her while I was coming deep inside her. That would give the wrong idea of what this was. She tried to kiss me and the second our lips touched, my cock was filled and ready to unleash.

  I broke the kiss, groaning, knowing I was down to just seconds.

  I hurried to put her back on the bed. My left hand cupped her breast and I fucked harder, feeling myself reaching that last turn before the finish line. Harlee reached for me, her fingertips grazing along my stomach and down, damn near touching herself.

  I started to come and held inside her, my cock spilling. She arched her back and let out another cry, her hips moving left to right like she could somehow make more room inside herself for me. My cock pulsed once, twice, three times, and then I pulled back, grunting as the feel of her pussy sliding against the top of my cock as I came.

  I fucked her for another few seconds and then pulled out and plopped myself to her lower stomach. She reached for me, squeezing at the head of my cock, getting out the last remaining few drops of release.

  Our eyes met as I towered over her. Her face was flush, her hair messy and sweaty. She was out of breath and looked helpless and tired.

  I grabbed her hand and tore it away from my dick. I put her hand to the bed and held her there. Then I did something really fucking stupid.

  I leaned down and kissed her.

  A full blown kiss.

  Lips, tongue, our breaths wild, groaning, a kiss with the intention of me getting hard and ready to fuck her again.

  I forced myself to get off her and away from the bed. I stood there, my cock dangling in front of her, still bouncing with my racing heart. Harlee turned to her side. That was a goddamn sight to see. The side of her body curving in all the rights spots.

  I reached down and moved a few
strands of hair out of her face.

  “You still have a chance,” I said to her. “You could get out of all this shit, darling.”

  Harlee smiled at me.

  Fucking beautiful smile.

  She reached for the nightstand and grabbed at the diamond ring. I sucked in a deep breath, hating the memories that came with the fucking ring.

  Harlee then slid the ring back on and rolled to her back. She bent her left leg and looked at me. In that exact second she was the ultimate dream. A piece of heaven to calm the flames of my hell.

  “I’m not getting out of this shit,” she whispered. “Not without you.”

  She put her hand out and stared at the ring, still grinning.

  That’s when it hit me. Hard.

  I was in too fucking deep.

  twenty-two.

  (harlee)

  I was lost in a world of post-sex bliss. My body ached and tingled in all the right ways and I continued to hold my hand out, staring at the diamond ring. I knew it was all for show, but wearing nothing but a diamond ring was kind of a fantasy of mine. Not to mention the fact that a wild outlaw like Trent had just climbed off my body. That only made the fantasy feel more real.

  I sat up in bed and covered my chest. I just sat there, looking to the other side of the bed, wondering if Trent was going to sleep next to me now. That would imply more than what was there, right?

  It meant something to me though that he actually opened a little. I felt sorry for him that his old love took off because of the life. Not that I could blame her though. It had to be hard for a woman to want a normal life and career when her man was dodging police and bullets on a twenty-four-seven basis.

  I had no sense of normal though. Hell, naked in Trent’s bed, pretending to be engaged… that was normal for me. I had done something similar with Daxton to keep myself safe from the rest of the Night Soul guys. All I ever did was float. I thought I had a plan but each step had me sinking deeper and deeper. If anything, I should have left.

  There was still time to leave.

  Then again, there was still time to enjoy Trent’s body.

  I climbed out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around me.

  I walked to the door and opened it. I wanted to surprise Trent and greet him in the kitchen by dropping the sheet and finding out how sturdy the dining room table was. He had unlocked a monster in myself, one that wanted his beautiful cock deep inside as much as possible.

  As I stepped into the hallway, I heard a voice.

  “Yeah. I’ll be at the table.”

  It was Trent’s voice.

  A few breaths later there was a knock at the door.

  I heard the door open and then the sounds of leather slapping. It was Trent hugging someone.

  Then I heard Trev’s voice. “Why don’t we sit down and finish our conversation, Trent.”

  “Yeah, sure,” Trent said. “Want a beer?”

  “Sure.”

  “Jasper?” Trent asked.

  “Bring it on,” Jasper said.

  I took another step into the hallway, then another.

  “I’m really sorry for how things blew up,” Trev said. “There’s no other way I could say some things. You have every right and reason to feel…”

  “Cut the shit,” Trent said. “I was brought into this world to be an enforcer. I wear the goddamn patch. No matter the target, I have to make sure it’s done.”

  “This is a big deal,” Jasper said. “I know things in the clubhouse have been tense. We’ve been through hell, brother. Watching Ripper slowly waste away into what he became. And now we’re dealing with the leftovers. It’s hard.”

  “Don’t tell me how to feel,” Trent said.

  “Brother,” Trev said. “We’re keeping an eye on you. The monster seems to be a little tamed lately. And now you’re claiming Harlee? Doesn’t make sense to me.”

  “Doesn’t have to,” Trent said. “I’m protecting her as I need to.”

  “Well, that’s not a bad thing,” Jasper said. “We’ve got intel.”

  “What kind of intel?” Trent asked.

  “Rocco reached out,” Trev said. “We made the proper arrangements for Mays for them. A sign of respect. But the war still rages. In return of that, Rocco let me know that Daxton left the MC.”

  I gasped. Daxton left Night Soul?

  I took another step, getting even closer to the end of the hallway.

  “So what’s his move?” Trent asked.

  “Probably coming for you or Harlee,” Trev said.

  I froze. My blood ran cold. All the heat from Trent was instantly gone.

  “That’s just fucking great,” Trent said.

  “It won’t happen,” Jasper said. “We’ll make sure everything is safe. That’s why you both should be at the clubhouse. The Duke thing is dead to all of us, including Duke. You’re our brother, Trent. And Harlee is wearing your ring and she’ll be wearing your ink soon. That means she’s family too.”

  That’s when it all hit me. What Trent had been doing for me. He’d said to me before but to hear it from Jasper meant more. Wearing the engagement ring may have been a lie but it was an insurance policy on my life.

  I slowly started to step back, stuck between fear and comfort. That was a very strange feeling to have.

  “If that prick comes near me, I’ll kill him,” Trent said. “And if he even thinks about Harlee I’ll put his face up his ass.”

  “Agreed,” Trev said. “You have full right to do what you need to do.”

  “I want to talk about the real issue,” Trent said. “My father.”

  I stopped walking. His father?

  “Trent,” Jasper said.

  “No,” Trent said. “If this is what the O’Nuall family wants, then fine. I think we’re being bitches by laying down for them though. If they keep pushing…”

  “They won’t,” Trev said. “Once this gun thing is settled then all memory of Ripper fades.”

  “Fine,” Trent said. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll set it up and kill my father.”

  When I heard Trent say that, I let out a gasp. It was too loud of a gasp. I tried to step back and stepped on the sheet. And with that, I tripped and fell hard to the floor. My ass slammed down and within seconds there were three bikers standing, staring at me.

  “Harlee?” Trent asked.

  I scrambled to keep the sheet covering up all my private areas.

  “Goddamn,” Jasper said.

  “I see you two were celebrating your engagement,” Trev said.

  “Smells like sex,” Jasper said.

  Trev then stepped forward and walked to me. He offered his hand and nodded. “Come on, let me help you up.”

  He pulled me up and grinned at me.

  “What were you doing, darling?” Trent asked.

  “I was, uh, going to take a shower,” I said.

  “You must have forgotten where the bathroom was,” Trev said.

  There was tension and I didn’t like it. Trent stepped in front of Trev and escorted me to the bathroom. When we were inside the bathroom, Trent shut the door and grabbed my waist.

  “Seriously?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me about your father?” I asked.

  “Because it doesn’t matter.”

  “It does to me. You’re going to kill your own father?”

  Trent put me up on the bathroom sink. “Don’t do that. Don’t play that card, Harlee. That ring on your finger isn’t an invitation into my goddamn life. It’s your protection.”

  I put my hands to Trent’s chest and pushed at him. He barely moved. “You’re an asshole.”

  “That’s right, I am. Remember that.”

  He walked to the shower and turned on the water.

  Then he grabbed the sheet and tore it off my body. I hurried and covered my breasts, willing myself not to get turned on, but that was impossible when Trent was so close to me.

  “Take your shower and go the hell to sleep,” he said. “Stay out of it, Harlee. You d
on’t know a thing.”

  “I know plenty,” I said. “Don’t be afraid.”

  “I’m not afraid of anything,” Trent growled.

  “Yes, you are,” I said, trying to cut into him.

  He got close to me, towering over me, pissed off.

  My body ached for him. Between my legs, I was already wet, dripping and wanting Trent’s touch.

  Slowly, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

  Then he left the bathroom.

  I had no idea what the fuck was happening between us.

  But I knew this…

  I was really starting to fall for Trent.

  twenty-three.

  (trent)

  When I got back to the table, the shit eating grins on both Jasper and Trev made me want to knock them both out.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” Trev said. “Sit down. Let’s finish our talk now that the extra ears are gone.”

  I pulled out the chair and sat down. “Talk then.”

  “The Daxton situation,” Jasper said.

  “It’s not a situation,” I said. “We put out the word he’s out of his mind and anyone who sees him takes him down. Simple. We have bigger issues.”

  “I agree with you,” Trev said. “With the O’Nuall situation. I hate playing by their rules. I hate the idea of doing something they want. But it comes with other benefits.”

  “Like what?”

  “They’re willing to deal the guns,” Jasper said. “We make a down payment and when your father is gone, that’s the remainder.”

  “Easy,” I said.

  “Not easy,” Trev said. “You’re prepared to do that?”

  “I don’t have a choice,” I said. “He’s a loser degenerate. He’s been in debt his entire life. He has this coming.”

  “Let me do it,” Jasper said.

  “No,” I said.

  “How will they know?” Jasper asked.

  I looked at Trev and Trev nodded. We both knew the O’Nuall family would know.

  “They have eyes everywhere,” I said. “Plus, they’ll probably control the setup. Put me and him in a room together.”

  “No,” Trev said. “It won’t go that far. They want him dead. They want your hands covered in his blood. I have to provide proof.”