What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 6)

by London Casey

  Gaige waited without much patience and luckily for Emily, she was fast to listen. She opened her pants and slowly pushed them down. She kicked off her shoes as Gaige gripped her waist to help her balance. Then came her panties. Gaige smiled as Emily took them off. The revealing of her tender pink skin was enough to make him forget about everything outside his room. What the fuck did life matter if he had pussy like this in front of him?

  “Sit,” Gaige ordered.

  Emily sat down in the chair and Gaige pushed open her legs. He ran his hands up her legs and allowed his thumbs to touch her warm center. He made circles and added pressure right from the go. Emily clamped her hands on the arms of the chair and started to thrust.

  “That’s a good girl,” Gaige whispered. “Give yourself to me.”

  Emily groaned.

  Gaige slid both thumbs deep into her. He couldn’t believe how fucking tight she still was. Gently, Gaige pulled his thumbs apart, feeling the resistance of Emily’s body. She slumped down in the chair, lifting her lower half, and rocking toward him.

  As Gaige slid one thumb out of Emily, he moved up and found her pearly clit. He flicked it with his thumb and watched Emily’s body react. Then with small circles and a light pressure, Gaige pleasured Emily’s clit. Her body started to shake almost instantly. Her breathing grew heavy. She stared down at Gaige’s hands, her mouth open, on the verge of coming.

  “Not yet, beautiful,” Gaige ordered. “Save that orgasm for my cock.”

  Gaige backed up to the bed. He sat down and nodded. He wanted to feel her tight body wrap around him.

  Then he would take care of her ex.

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Gaige removed his hands from Emily’s body, she thought she was going to go into complete shock. Between her legs, she continued to throb as though he was still there. Her legs felt weak. Her heart pounded. Her mouth was dry. Gaige sat on the bed waiting. He was the epitome of a badboy biker, the one who would be in control of Emily’s body, and her life.

  Emily slowly rose from the chair and walked to Gaige. He leaned back and nodded.

  “You know what to do, beautiful,” he said.

  Emily reached down and touched Gaige. She felt the thickness of his body. He was so hard. And Emily, of course, was so wet. She lifted his shirt and she could see muscle and skin. Emily pulled at Gaige’s belt buckle, opening it. As Emily pulled at Gaige’s jeans and boxers, she watched him pop free.

  “Oh,” Emily managed to whimper at the sight of Gaige’s bare cock.

  The definition was incredibly perfect. Gaige didn’t touch himself, he simply stared at Emily. She reached for the nightstand and took out a condom. Her hands were shaking as she sheathed Gaige’s body.

  “Now let me feel that tight pussy,” Gaige said.

  Emily shuddered and stepped forward. She slowly climbed the bed and positioned herself over Gaige. She looked at his big, strong hands on the bed. The rings on his fingers. She was in control now. As Emily lowered herself, she reached for her hair and pulled it back.

  “Fuck, you really are beautiful,” Gaige said.

  The tip of Gaige’s cock touched Emily. She bit her lip, trying to prepare for the pressure. Gaige slowly entered her. Halfway down, Emily had the sudden urge to lift up. She needed the relief, even for a second. She lifted her body and cried out. When she came back down on Gaige, she went down as far as she could. The intense feeling made her feel almost paralyzed. As she collapsed forward, Gaige sat up, wrapping his arms tight around her body.

  “I’ve got you, beautiful,” he whispered.

  His hands slid down to Emily’s ass, cupping her. He began to ease her up and down. Emily felt her body moving, and Gaige’s hands commanded her to fuck him. Each time he lowered Emily, Gaige thrust up, making sure he was as deep as he could. Every movement made her body feel as though she were going to come with immense force.

  Gaige put his nose to Emily’s neck. Each breath tickled her with warm air. When she shuddered, her body tightened. Gaige groaned as he fucked her tight body over and over.

  Emily took control by putting her hands on Gaige’s shoulders and bounced as hard as she could. Her hair was a mess and now she stared down into his eyes. Those deep, protective eyes.

  “I love your pussy,” Gaige said.

  It was romantic, no matter how dirty it sounded.

  Gaige lifted Emily’s shirt and touched her lower stomach.

  “It’s time for you to come, beautiful,” Gaige said. “I want to feel you squeeze it all right out of me.”

  “Okay,” Emily whispered.

  Emily felt Gaige’s thumb touch her clit and she cried out.

  “That’s right,” Gaige said.

  Emily moved harder and faster. She worked the pace of Gaige’s finger. Fuck, it was amazing how he could command her with just one finger.

  It took only a few seconds for Emily to reach climax. She dug her fingers into Gaige’s leather cut. Her body tightened and began to shake as she came.

  “Oh, fuck,” Gaige growled. “How fucking tight can you get?”

  Emily moaned as she kept moving. She rocked back and forth as hard as she could. She loved the thick pressure of Gaige pushing against her walls as she clenched his shaft.

  “I’m going to come now,” Gaige warned.

  His hands gripped her waist tight and held her steady. Emily felt the spurge of Gaige’s body. Even though he was just filling a condom, Emily felt him throbbing and releasing, over and over. Each time he throbbed, Emily throbbed. When she felt the second orgasm suddenly attack her body, she screamed out Gaige’s name.

  Gaige hugged her tight and pulled her mouth down to his. He kissed her deeply through the second orgasm. It was as intense as the first. By the time Emily’s body had a chance to calm down, she was completely drained of all energy.

  Gaige lifted Emily off him and put her on the bed. He stood up and lifted his boxers and jeans.

  “Fuck, beautiful,” he said. “How does that feel now? A little more calm?”

  Emily nodded. She pulled the sheet over her body. “Yes.”

  “Booze and sex. That’s what we rely on.”

  Emily watched as Gaige collected himself. He opened his leather cut and took out a handgun. Emily stiffened. Gaige put the gun on the desk and then took off his leather cut. He crawled in bed and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close.

  Her back was to him and Gaige ran his hand down her arm and then interlocked his fingers with hers.

  “Don’t hide shit from me,” Gaige said. “Ever.”

  “Okay. I’m sorry… I just never thought…”

  “There’s a lot going on right now at once,” Gaige said. “It’s hard to think about, but this is our life. The police are always looking to break our balls. Some asshole is always looking to rattle us. And other clubs want to get in on our dealings. It’s a long life to live that can be cut short in seconds. I promise you, beautiful, I will fix everything.”

  “I trust you,” Emily said.

  “Your friend took a shit ton of bullets that would have killed Blaine,” Gaige said. “To me, she deserves a proper burial. She won’t get it, but I will make sure her death isn’t without revenge.”

  “Her father is powerful.”

  “So am I,” Gaige whispered.

  Emily shivered. Gaige was beyond sexy. He was dangerous and Emily couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Tell me his name,” Gaige said.

  Emily licked her lips. She didn’t want to speak his name.

  “Tell me,” Gaige said.

  “M… Max,” Emily said.

  “Max,” Gaige said. He opened his hand and slid his fingers back up Emily’s arm. He then pointed to the gun on the desk. “I’m going to fucking kill him. Do you understand that?”

  Emily closed her eyes for a second. She tried to wrap her mind around what Gaige just said. She trusted him, yes, but Max was a crazy man.

  Gaige touched Emily’s face and slowly turned her body. H
e kissed her, once, and then rolled from the bed. He put his leather cut back on and then took the handgun and hid it in his leather.

  “What are you doing now?” Emily asked.

  “Going to save that girl,” Gaige said. “You actually think Max paid for her escort services to use them?”

  Emily sat up and shook her head. “No…”

  “He’s going to get to you by fucking with your head. If he killed that girl, what would it mean for you? Your job? That company?”

  “Gaige…”

  “It’s handled,” Gaige said. “Where did he take the girl?”

  “Belle?” Emily asked. She closed her eyes and pictured the schedule. The black book. Where the clients had to list where they were taking… “The hotel at the end of town. We keep a block of rooms as business rooms. Fifth floor. Room 512.”

  “Okay.”

  “But why would he actually take her there? If he was going to hurt her…”

  “You stay right here. I’ll be back.”

  As Emily watched Gaige walk out of the bedroom, she wanted to be afraid. She wanted to worry. But she couldn’t… she was unbelievably turned on by him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gaige found Blaine nursing a beer at the bar. He looked a little dazed as he picked at the label.

  “What’s wrong?” Gaige asked.

  “Thinking,” Blaine said.

  “About?”

  “That hard on I had this morning. What a fucking waste. By my own hand? I don’t know, bro, I feel like I’m slipping.”

  “Christ.”

  “No, get this… I get a woman shot up and then I get a hard on that I have to take care of on my own. That’s like a fucking sign, bro, isn’t it?”

  “No, it’s not,” Gaige said. He patted Blaine on the back. “Come on, I need your help with something.”

  “I don’t know, man,” Blaine said.

  “What if I said there was pussy involved in this?” Gaige asked.

  Blaine jumped up and smiled. He downed the entire beer in one gulp and then slammed the bottle on the bar.

  “Pussy? Let’s ride, bro.”

  Gaige laughed. That was one way to get Blaine’s attention and keep it.

  A few minutes later they were on their motorcycles, cruising the streets, cutting in and out of other vehicles as needed. Gaige hoped they would get there in time to save Belle. A dead escort would put heat on the business and once they figured out Emily was tied to another dead body and Back Down Devil MC, she would be ruined and the club would come under fire, again.

  Blaine rode alongside Gaige as they pulled around back of the hotel. It was the largest hotel in town, mostly used as Emily said, for business. It’s where a lot of big wigs came to get their rocks off.

  Gaige climbed off his motorcycle and Blaine was right with him. They went through a side door to the emergency steps. They took them two at a time, up to the fifth floor. In silence, they cut down the hall, drawing their weapons, ready for all hell to break loose if need be.

  They found the room and Gaige put his ear to the door.

  He heard the muffled sound of a woman’s voice crying.

  “Fuck,” Gaige whispered. “She’s crying.”

  “We don’t have a card to get in,” Blaine said.

  “Fuck the card,” Gaige said.

  He kicked the door and it busted open.

  They rushed inside and found a beautiful blonde in bra and panties, tied to a chair with the wires from the telephone. She had a rolled up pillow case tied around her mouth. Her eyes were wide and when she saw the guns, she started to kick and scream more.

  “Where is he?” Gaige asked. “Is he here?”

  The woman hurried to shake her head, her hair bouncing left to right.

  “Jesus Christ,” Blaine said. “Look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

  “Relax,” Gaige said. He walked to Belle. “Listen to me. I know your name is Belle. I’m here to help you. I’m going to take this out of your mouth. If you fucking scream, my friend here will shoot you. Okay?”

  Belle nodded.

  Gaige took the gag out of her mouth. Belle let out a breath and looked at Gaige, then Blaine, then back to Gaige.

  “Fuck no,” she said. “I’m not paid for this. Guns? Three men? No…”

  “Wait, what?” Gaige asked.

  “That wasn’t what I was told,” Belle said.

  “Hold on,” Gaige said. “You were willingly tied to this chair?”

  “Yeah. That’s what he wanted.”

  “Who, pretty?” Blaine asked.

  Blaine touched her hair. Belle kicked Blaine’s leg and he jumped up.

  “Fuck. Feisty. I’m getting hard already.”

  “Tell me what the fuck is going on here,” Gaige said.

  “He paid to take me to this hotel for a fantasy. To tie me up and gag me. He wanted me to whimper and cry for him while he was gone. When he comes back, he’s going to fuck me and then leave me. Then I have to call for a ride.”

  “Fuck,” Gaige said. “I can’t believe this.”

  Everything was legit. Belle wasn’t in danger. Gaige looked at Blaine.

  “What do we do now?” Blaine asked.

  “I guess we…”

  Gaige saw the figure in the doorway a split second before the gunshot rang. Gaige dropped and pulled Blaine to the floor. He pointed his gun in the general direction and pulled the trigger.

  “Fucking asshole,” Gaige growled.

  He jumped up and ran. Blaine was right behind him. They charged into the hallway and Gaige saw a man running down the hall.

  “Stop running, Max,” Gaige yelled.

  The man turned and stumbled a few steps, obviously surprised that Gaige knew his name. He pointed his gun and took two more random shots, just to keep Gaige and Blaine at bay.

  Gaige took a step and Blaine grabbed his arm. “He’s gone, bro. He won’t be back for this.”

  “I have to kill that asshole,” Gaige said. “He’s been threatening Emily for a long time.”

  “What do we do then?” Blaine asked. “Chase him down?”

  “No. I know what he’s driving. We’ll find him. Last thing we need is to light up the hotel with gunshots. Police will be here in a second and don’t forget about who owns the fucking place.”

  Mr. fucking Strokner.

  Gaige walked back to the hotel room and went inside. Belle was now shaking. Everything had become very real for her.

  “Sorry about that,” Gaige said. “Are you okay?”

  “What the fuck was that about?” Belle cried.

  “Don’t ever fucking do business with him again, okay?”

  Belle nodded. “Now what?”

  “I’m going to untie you and then I’ll take you back to your office,” Gaige said.

  “Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second,” Blaine said as he touched Gaige’s shoulder.

  Gaige looked at Blaine. He stared at Belle with big eyes. He smiled.

  “Blaine…”

  “Let me take care of this one,” Blaine said.

  “You’re kidding me,” Belle said.

  “Come on, pretty,” Blaine said. “You’ve never seen a cock like mine.”

  “Were you paid already?” Gaige asked.

  “Yes,” Belle said.

  Gaige punched Blaine in the shoulder. “Well, have at it then.”

  Blaine stepped toward Belle and ran a hand through her hair. “Are you going to play nice?”

  “You’re the boss now,” Belle whispered. “Anything you want.”

  “Anything?” Blaine asked.

  “Careful with that,” Gaige said. “Blaine is a sick fuck.”

  Gaige heard Blaine unzipping his pants as he pulled the door shut. It wouldn’t lock, but he knew Blaine wouldn’t give a fuck. He’d have sex in the middle of the street if it meant getting pussy.

  Gaige carefully left the hotel, trying to plan his next move.

  He needed to find Eight Under and find t
he asshole who killed Emily’s friend. And he needed to find Max and take care of that situation too.

  Gaige looked up at the hotel and wondered if Blaine really wasn’t in the right mindset lately. He was focused on himself and his cock. When the club needed him he did what he needed to, and then it was right back to his cock.

  As Gaige rode back to clubhouse, he had the sudden feeling that someone was following him. He checked his mirror and saw a black SUV trailing two cars behind.

  “Fuck,” Gaige whispered.

  Gaige cut to the right and passed two cars. He checked his mirror again and watched the black SUV perform the same move. He was definitely being followed. The last thing Gaige needed was some kind of shootout right on a main street. The less attention on the MC the better right now.

  At the next intersection, Gaige made a hard right. He cut off a few cars and listened to the blaring of horns. He looked again and saw the black SUV slam its brakes and peel to the right to follow. Gaige sped up and knew what he had to do.

  Gaige never backed down from a fight.

  He sped to the end of the road and made another right. From there, he took a left onto a long stretch of road. There wasn’t much traffic at all and it led right to where he and Nate killed two of the Eight Under crew. But Gaige wasn’t going out that far. He pulled over and took out his phone, calling Nate for backup.

  The black SUV came to a skidding halt.

  Nate would never make it to Gaige in time, but in case these assholes kidnapped him or did something stupid, the club would knew where to start.

  Gaige pulled his gun out and pointed it at the driver.

  “Hands up!” he yelled.

  The driver listened.

  “Put the back window down,” Gaige ordered.

  The driver put the window down and Gaige shook his head.

  It was Mr. Strokner.

  “You seem to be running like you’re hiding something,” Mr. Strokner said.

  “I just don’t like to be followed,” Gaige said. “Is that a problem?”

  “Hardly,” Mr. Strokner said. “The real problem is where I’m going right now.” Mr. Strokner looked at Gaige. “Do you know where I’m going?”

  “No. Why would I give a shit?”