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

by London Casey

  As Trent’s tongue sliced left and right against my nipple, I thrust my chest at him, wanting more. I craved more. I couldn't imagine not having Trent’s mouth and body pleasuring me. I couldn’t accept death, ever. Trent gave me a purpose to live and want to live.

  His other hand moved down and went right up my gown. A moment later, his fingers touched between my legs. I bent my knees and inched down, offering everything to him. He curled his fingers around the top of my panties and pulled them down as far as he needed. The second his fingers touched my wet skin, I shivered and grabbed for the railings on the bed. Of all things in all the places, I never thought…

  Trent’s teeth clamped tighter against my nipple. I gasped and whimpered, desperate to scream, but I didn’t want to give us away.

  Two fingers eased against my folds, making circles until he pressed against my center. So slow he pushed, his two fingers entering my body. The first inch was calm but then he thrust hard and deep, sinking his fingers into me. I bucked at him, bouncing on the bed.

  Trent took his mouth from my breast and looked at me. “Easy, darling. Don’t press the nurse button or else this is going to turn into a threesome.”

  “Asshole,” I whispered.

  “Yeah?”

  I felt his thumb graze my clit and I jumped again. He repeated the move over and over teasing the hell out of me. Finally, I grabbed his wrist and sank my nails into him like they were venomous fangs.

  “Please,” I begged. “I couldn’t imagine not having you anymore, Trent. I don’t want to die. Not with you in my life.”

  Trent lowered his mouth near mine again. “You never have to worry about that, darling. I’ll always protect you. I’ll always save you. I’ll always… take care of you.”

  With that, he kissed me.

  His two fingers were back inside me, twisting, opening the floodgates, literally. His thumb pressed to my clit and I felt myself almost instantly ready to explode.

  Trent was now my world, the only world I needed and wanted.

  But for us… the fire in the apartment wasn’t the end of death chasing us down…

  thirty-one.

  (trent)

  Trev closed the phone and turned and threw it against the wall. He then stomped on it, over and over, until it was shattered into pieces. When he looked at me I saw a man who had a little bit chipped off him. The last thing this club needed was another broken President.

  “Prez,” I said. “Tell me something. How’s the family?”

  “Eden is fine,” Trev said. “So is the baby. Harlee and Duke saved her.”

  I nodded. “Good. I can’t believe this shit.”

  “It was Daxton,” Trev said.

  I had the confirmation. I made fists. “He’s got to be killed.”

  “He will be killed,” Trev said. “I’m trying to figure out if Night Soul knew or not. Right now Rocco isn’t talking much. He’s cut off all conversation until we get his guns.”

  “We have the cash,” I said.

  “I talked to Garvan too. The Russians were playing games with them. Long story but they’re not happy with the money now.”

  “Fuck them,” I said. “Money is green. Green is good.”

  “They’re taking the cash,” Trev said. “But they still want you to do what they asked.”

  To kill my own father.

  “Fair enough,” I said. “I’m not pulling back on that.”

  “Garvan is trying to dictate how this all goes down,” Trev said.

  “He’s got to meet us halfway at some point. We’re the ones out there. Prez, we need a table meeting. I have to speak my mind on all of this. It’s gone too far. Fuck, we almost lost our old ladies. Your baby…”

  Trev put a hand to my shoulder and grinned. “Shit, brother. You really love her, huh?”

  “What?”

  “Harlee.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love her.”

  “I knew you were fucking with me,” Trev said. “The ring and all that. You were covering her ass. I get it. But you do love her. You crossed a line, Trent, that you can’t come back from.”

  “I know that,” I said.

  “The monster… tamed.”

  I ripped Trev’s hand off my shoulder. “No. I’m not tamed. I’m more irritated than I’ve ever been in my life. This is beyond the thrill of killing or to help out the MC. This is about family. My family. Your family. Life outside the MC. And I cannot believe I’m saying that.”

  “Okay. I’ll call a meeting. But before that, Trent, you have to take care of something for me. Man to man.”

  “Name it,” I said.

  Trev gave a nod for me to turn around.

  When I did, I saw Duke standing there.

  The message was loud and clear.

  I had to settle my shit with Duke.

  Maybe we could do it without fists.

  **

  “Want to fight again?” Duke asked as he sat next to me.

  I was leaned forward, hands folded, staring at the wall across from us. “Look, brother, I don’t do this situation too well.”

  “No fucking way,” Duke said. “We could have been done here ten minutes ago.”

  “I’m taking it all in, man. I really care about her.” I looked at Duke. “And I’m well aware she was supposed to kill you. I’ve been torn up about it since it was going to go down.”

  “You put a ring on her finger to save her ass,” Duke said. “That’s when I had to respect what was happening. Listening to everyone talk, I was taking it in myself. I’ve always been the kind to observe and act. That’s what kept my ass out of the flag draped coffin, got it?”

  “Got it, soldier,” I said.

  “Don’t call me that, Trent. You don’t know the fucking shit I saw. The way I feel on a daily basis. When someone at home wants to take my head off, it matters. But I get it. She was pushed into this shit. That’s why I apologized to her already. And that’s why I went to your place. I had a feeling.”

  I looked at Duke. “A feeling?”

  “Yeah. I didn’t like the idea of prospects over there. Daxton was like me. Except it was all a game to him. He was in basic training with me. He couldn’t get through it. Too wild and crazy. And throughout his years with Night Soul, he was always the same. One thing he loved? Fire. I can’t explain it, Trent. Maybe it’s good instincts. Just like the feeling I had over in the desert… that goddamn convoy going down that road… I just had that feeling. I pulled back, tried to radio it in…”

  Duke lost his words. I saw the visions climb across his eyes. Shit, if he went back there, things would get dark.

  I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “Stay here, Duke. Don’t go there. You don’t need to go there.”

  “I got there and saw the fire. Two of the prospects were freaking out, trying to call it in and find a way in. Me? I went to the front door and kicked the son of a bitch in. It was a cloud of smoke. I went into survival mode. It wasn’t the first time I had to do that kind of shit. I found Harlee first. I hovered over her and for a second… I thought about leaving her. But I knew she was your old lady, Trent. I wouldn’t want you to face that pain. Then I saw Trev’s old lady. I got her out then got Harlee out.”

  “You saved this entire MC,” I said. “If Eden went… and Trev’s unborn baby… and Harlee… this entire thing would have imploded in seconds.”

  Duke and I then stared at each other.

  After a few seconds, he asked, “Was that an apology?”

  “Jesus,” I said. “What the fuck do you want…”

  “An apology.”

  “I’m sorry, brother,” I said. I offered my hand. “I’m sorry I just assumed. I’m sorry I didn’t have the trust in you as I should have. And thank you for doing what you did.”

  Duke’s hand collided with mine.

  No love lost between us at all, but we were brothers and we needed to act that way. We both stood up and hugged. I sure as hell knew we’d get into plenty more fist fights in our ti
me together, but that’s what brothers did.

  “You two done hugging?” Cade asked as he appeared in the hallway.

  “We’re solid,” I said.

  “Good,” Cade said. “Trev got a storage closet for us to meet.”

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “No choice. He won’t leave with Eden.”

  I looked at Duke. “I told Harlee it would be either you or me outside her door.”

  “Little white lie won’t kill her,” Duke said.

  “Daxton will. We have to get that prick.”

  “Meeting,” Cade said. “Now.”

  So we followed him to a storage closet that wasn’t too far from Harlee’s room.

  We were all crammed into the small space, a collective smell of smoke, booze, pussy, leather, sweat, and the building rage from a bunch of outlaws hell bent on revenge. The tension was so thick it felt like a bomb was going to go off.

  Trev stood at the back of the wall, arms crossed.

  I shut the door behind me and the meeting was on.

  “We’re at war,” Trev said. “Not that I’m stating the obvious. Daxton tried to kill Eden. Tried to kill my unborn baby. Tried to kill Trent’s old lady. All lives in this family are equal and if anyone in this room isn’t pissed enough to spend life behind bars for revenge, then walk out right now. Drop your fucking cut on the floor and get out.”

  Nobody moved. But everyone looked at me.

  It meant a lot to get that kind of respect from the men I considered brothers.

  “Which brings us to this meeting,” Jasper said. “We’re not going to offer a plan to fix this.”

  Everyone started to murmur.

  Trev stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. “You all shut the fuck up right now.”

  The room got quiet.

  “We’re not handling this,” Jasper said. Then he pointed right at me. “Trent is. Trent has a plan and you’re all going to fucking listen. We’re voting right here, in this closet, and when we leave, everything is going to change.”

  All eyes were on me. I was better with my fists than my words.

  But I had a plan that would work.

  So I stood there in front of the MC and said what I had to say…

  **

  “Yes,” Cash said, casting the final vote.

  These men trusted me and what I wanted to do.

  Trev looked at me and nodded in approval. “Votes are in. This is how we settle this shit up. No outside contact from anyone but me and Jasper. We will handle the O’Nuall family and get in contact with Rocco when the guns are ready. Until then, we stay close and we stay focused.”

  The meeting was called.

  We opened the door and as we piled out, three nurses were standing there, their eyes going wider by the second. A bunch of dirty and wild outlaws pouring out of their storage closet had to be a crazy sight to see.

  When Trev shut the door, the three nurses still hadn’t moved. He smiled and said, “We were just looking for some coffee.”

  The nurse in the middle pointed to the left. “It’s down there. There’s a cafe room.”

  “Got it,” Trev said. He slapped Jasper in the chest. “Let’s go.”

  I trailed behind a little, my mind stuck on Harlee. Shit, she was still stuck on me. My fingers were smothered with her sweetness. I couldn’t see it, but I could smell her.

  The votes, the orders, it was all happening.

  The only thing left was to protect Harlee.

  Trev dispersed the guys throughout the hospital and back to the clubhouse.

  “I’m going to be with Eden,” Trev said.

  “I’ll be right with you,” Jasper said.

  “Duke is hanging back for you,” Trev said. “Glad you two patched things up.”

  “Prez, can we talk?” I asked.

  “I don’t have time.”

  “It’s about Harlee. She needs protection.”

  “She’s got us,” Jasper said.

  “But she doesn’t,” I said. “The clubhouse isn’t safe. Daxton wants her. Not Eden. Not you, Prez. Or you, VP. He wants Harlee. He bit off more than he could chew but that doesn’t mean he won’t be back.”

  “What do you suggest?” Trev asked me.

  There was only one thing that I could think of. And it would do two things at once. It would protect Harlee and it would give the MC the upper hand in the power struggle between us and the O’Nuall family.

  “My father,” I said. “He’s our only shot…”

  thirty-two.

  (harlee)

  Trent touched my bare shoulder and kissed the spot a second later. His teeth and tongue touched me next. His hands touched my sides and slid around, moving up, cupping my bare breasts. My legs trembled and I flexed my muscles, trying to keep my balance. He was devouring me, just as I had always wanted him to do. We were in his room in the clubhouse, noise outside, but just us together inside the room.

  I reached for my hair and pulled it up and out of the way, exposing my neck.

  His fingers rolled over my nipples, make them even harder. I felt his bare muscles against my back, his cock thickening and pressing hard to my lower back. I gently rocked my hips left to right, feeling his steel shaft between us.

  “Easy, darling,” he said, his breath spreading across my neck. “I’m saving it for inside you.”

  I shivered and wanted it all.

  Trent kissed my neck and then started to descend my back with his lips. His hands moved down from my breasts but only by a few inches. His hands were so massive and protective, holding me tight. My lower back curved, giving way to my ass, and Trent just kept going. He kissed the dimples of my back and my left ass cheek. That’s when his right hand started to move down. The tips of his fingers peeled back at my mound, exposing my pussy, leaving it all for himself.

  When his fingers touched me, I jumped and let out a cry.

  His lips kissed down my cheek to the back of my leg. His hands moved to my waist and he spun me around like I was a feather.

  Trent was on his knees before me. The monster. The enforcer. And he stared up at me, the look in his eyes mixed between romance and lust. I touched his hair and then his face. My fingertips ran along his neck to his massive shoulders. His hands moved around to my ass, gripping tight. He gently pulled me forward and kissed against my smooth skin. I opened my legs and felt his tongue cut between my wet folds, tasting me. The way his tongue curled made my toes curl. I started to lift up and lost my balance. Trent prevented me from stumbling with his fierce grip on my waist.

  After just a few licks between my legs, Trent pulled away. His hands moved down my legs to the back of my knees. He pulled, forcing me to lose my balance. I crashed down to the bed, legs, open, grabbing for the sheets. Trent lifted my legs up over his shoulders and went to work.

  His tongue savored bottom to top, flickering his tongue so hard, the wet sound echoed in the bedroom instantly. I was soaking wet, dripping for him, already on the peak of orgasm. I pressed my ankles to his back, pulling at him.

  “Fuck, Trent,” I groaned.

  He slowly turned his head and began to suckle me, thirsting my wetness. He engulfed me, the pressure against my clit making me thrust at him. His tongue darted into me, making me cry out. I grabbed his hair, put my head back, and just lost myself to him.

  The pressure was already too far mounted to try and calm down.

  And Trent wouldn’t have let me slow down anyway.

  He pulled away from my pussy with a wet lip slapping sound. He kissed my inner thigh, grabbing tight, sucking hard, pulling away. I screamed and knew he had left his mark on me there.

  Both of his hands slithered up my body to my breasts, covering me. I hurried and put my hands to his hands. His mouth attached to my slit again, drawing me the hottest picture I would never see… but I could feel.

  My hips were quivering as my belly lifted and lowered with such force that I started to ride up and down against his tongue. Trent stayed right there
with me, his tongue teasing a depth I didn’t know a man’s tongue could possibly go to, leaving me unable to fight the urge to come. My entire body tensed for what felt like a lifetime. I lifted my lower body off the bed. My body then kept going, lifting, all the way to my neck. If anyone burst into the room it would have looked like some crazy yoga move, but it was just my body on the brink of the greatest orgasm of my life.

  When I finally did let go, I did so with a wild scream. My ass crashed to the bed and I quickly drove myself back up. I came down again and lifted again. I couldn’t stop myself, the way my insides pulsed and squeezed, it was so fucking intense. My body wanted Trent to get the hell away from me but that was impossible.

  Trent then grabbed my ass and held me in the air. I came so hard that I lost my breath a couple times. My stomach started to hurt from breathing so heavy, like I had done a thousand crunches.

  Goddamn, Trent wasn’t a monster… he was a God…

  Slowly, he lowered me to the bed and took his beautiful mouth away from between my legs. Then he stood up before me, looking ten feet tall. His cock looked the same sticking straight out at me.

  That’s when he looked like a sexy monster again.

  He reached between my legs with his right hand, touching me with all his fingers. He then put his hand to his hard dick and wrapped his hand tight. He stroked himself once, twice, three times, then held himself at his thick root. A small bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his dick and my mouth was insatiably thirsty.

  I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. I put a hand to his chest, my fingertips touching his left nipple. The definition of his muscles were unfair. Between my legs I was still gushing. I could feel myself pouring all over the bed sheets.

  “Don’t make me wait,” he said. “We don’t have time, darling. I’m going to fill you up. But before that, you get a little taste.”

  The word little with me facing his cock didn’t go together. There was nothing little about Trent.