by London Casey
Landon put a hand to the back of her head and pulled her right back to him. There was no stopping. There were no breaks. Her job now was to suck and swallow.
Landon guided Avery by taking a handful of her hair. He worked her thin lips and hungry tongue back and forth on his cock just the way he needed it. When he looked down at Avery, he felt so fucking close to finishing.
Then something happened to Landon.
He looked into Avery’s eyes.
Her mouth was full. He opened his hand and let go of her hair. Avery kept moving, back and forth. Those fucking lips. That fucking tongue. Her fucking eyes. Her eyes were glistening. She was crying. Landon couldn’t look away. It didn’t fucking matter if she was upset about something. The only thing that mattered was her mouth accepting his warm release. Yet Landon couldn’t stop focusing on it. Her eyes were speaking stories to him that Avery probably didn’t realize.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
He put his thumbs back into his pockets and felt the rush through his shaft. With a hard thrust, Avery shut her eyes and Landon began to come. With each spurt, he groaned. Then he saw a tear trickle from Avery’s eye. She hurried to wipe it away but it was too late.
Avery stayed with him though, slowing down, wrapping her hand tight around his shaft and pumping, making sure every last drop was out of him before she finally took her mouth away.
Landon tucked himself away and pointed to the bed. “You’re here tonight with me.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Avery said.
“I know that. I’m telling you what you’re doing. Take your pants off, get comfortable.”
He couldn’t look away from Avery’s eyes.
He felt his own conscience taking over, which was the biggest mistake. Any kind of care or conscious could easily get a man killed.
“Fuck,” Landon said as he stormed away from the bed.
He rushed to his bathroom and slammed the door. He went to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He could feel himself throbbing in his pants, barely calming down. It wanted more of Avery. Landon wanted so much more right now. But it wasn’t the time or place. He had so much bullshit swarming around his mind right now.
Landon stood from the sink and looked in the mirror. The bathroom door was open and Avery stood there, leaning against the doorway. At a quick glance, he thought he saw a gun. He spun around fast, but Avery had her arms folded. She didn’t have a gun. She wasn’t a killer… and she had nothing to do with the bombing…
She stood in just her t-shirt and panties. The curves of her hips, and her sexy legs drove Landon wild.
He pointed to her leg and asked, “How does that feel?”
“Hurts,” Avery said. “I’ll manage.”
“I can take you to a doctor…”
“No.”
“Good. Then get in the fucking bed. We need to talk.”
Avery backed away and Landon closed his eyes and groaned.
All Landon had wanted was a fucking piece of pizza and now he had a woman in his bed… a beautiful woman.
nine.
Avery tried her best not to make it obvious how much she enjoyed Landon and his bed. The moment he stepped back into the bedroom she knew what was going to happen. She allowed it because she wanted it. Even with old feelings burning in her mind and heart the entire time, Avery trusted herself and even trusted Landon, which was probably a stupid thing to do considering there were intentions to kill her.
Landon stepped out of his black boots. He walked to the side of the bed and turned on a small lamp. He then turned out the main light in the bedroom and stood in the the glow of the lamp and took his shirt off. Avery saw some skin at first and she refused to blink until Landon stepped into the light. His beautiful chest was chiseled and complete with muscles and intricate tattoos on his chest. He looked at Avery with a pissed off look on his face. She moved to the very edge of the bed, not wanting to bother him.
She rolled to her left and did her best to be invisible while Landon fell to the bed. Her eyes were instantly heavy even though parts of her body were wide awake and in eager need of pleasure. Her panties had been wet, dry, and wet again that now clung to her. Just having Landon thrusting himself into her mouth was enough to make her feel like she could explode. Christ, he had made her nipples so hard they actually hurt when they rubbed the inside of her bra.
As her eyes shut, she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Stuck between then and now, Avery threw and elbow and said NO…
Landon groaned and gripped her shoulder tighter. He pulled her back and Avery swung her other hand, slapping him across the face.
When she realized what she did, she said, “Shit. I’m sorry.”
Landon curled his lip. “What the fuck do you think I’m…”
Suddenly, Avery knew her eyes were giving her away again. Landon had been right, she could act tough, but there was no way she could disguise her eyes. Ever.
“Tell me,” Landon said.
“Just let it go,” Avery whispered. “I didn’t ask for you to take me… I’ll leave.”
“No,” Landon said. “You’re going to fucking listen to me when I talk. Tell me or else I’ll say it.”
“Then say it,” Avery said.
She hated this feeling. It was a deep rooted feeling that felt like fire rolling through her body.
“Goddamn,” Landon said. “He got you bad, huh?”
Avery wouldn’t look at Landon anymore. She couldn’t. She was on the verge of crying, and she had already shed a tear while giving him a blowjob. Dammit.
“Who raped you?” Landon asked.
The question had the same effect as if Avery had been pushed into icy water. She instantly hugged herself and tried rolling to her left side again. Landon touched Avery’s shoulder and she again swung at him. She knew she was pushing her luck, but it was her reaction, she couldn’t help it.
“Answer my fucking question, sweetheart.”
“Let me just… be like this,” Avery said.
Landon moved his hand. Avery had her back to him now. She swallowed and sucked back tears.
“His name is Bry,” Avery said. She hated to think his name, let alone say it out loud.
“What else did he do?”
“It’s not like this,” Avery said. “I mean with your MC.”
“It’s not my MC,” Landon said. “I’m just part of it.”
“You know what I mean. Up there, they’re just a bunch of guys who drink, pick fights, and fuck women. They have no purpose or soul.”
“You ended up there,” Landon said. “Do you have a purpose or a soul?”
“Not anymore,” Avery said. She closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face.
“Christ,” Landon said. “How bad did he rape you?”
“It was bad enough,” Avery said.
“Forced his cock in your mouth too, huh?”
“How’d you guess?”
Landon touched Avery’s shoulder and she jumped. He slowly spread his fingers. He was so damn strong yet he was trying to be gentle.
“I saw it in your eyes,” Landon said. “Saw the tears you were fighting.”
“Yet you finished.”
“I’m a man. I’m also who I am, I don’t fucking change or stop when I order something, sweetheart. Understand that right now.”
“What does it matter?” Avery asked. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
Landon’s hand slid around near Avery’s chest. He pulled her to her back. She felt exposed, like her body, thoughts, and memories had been ripped from her.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Landon asked.
“It’s where I crashed,” Avery said. “Okay?”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means something bad happened and I’m here now. I’m sorry you had to pay that old man off, okay? I have a little money with me and I’ll give you the six hundred dollars.”
“It’s not about money, sweetheart,” Landon
said. “A beautiful woman is in my town and it just doesn’t have a good vibe to it.”
Beautiful?
Avery looked at Landon. She couldn’t remember the last time someone told her she was beautiful. But she knew better than to fall for cheap words from a bad boy. Even if her mouth was still burning from the taste of his body.
“I told you that you were going to tell me everything,” Landon said. “So tell me everything.”
“I stole a bike and rode away,” Avery said. “Okay?”
“What happened though?”
“He did what he did one night and when he finished, I started to cry. I just lost all control of myself. He told me to stop crying or else he’d hurt me. I couldn’t stop. He then forced me to… do what I did to you… while I cried… to keep my mouth full and keep me quiet. Then I couldn’t swallow what he wanted and he hit me. I had no choice…”
Avery stopped. She took a deep breath. This was insane. Landon had nothing to do with what had happened with Bry.
“Talk to me,” Landon growled.
He reached down and ran his thumb along Avery’s chin.
“There was a knife on the nightstand. I got the knife and held it to his balls. I was able to get to my feet and then he attacked me again. He got the knife from my hand and put it to my throat. He turned me around and forced me to bend over. I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t let him force himself… so I kicked and hit him in the balls. He jumped back and I took the knife and stabbed him in the leg. When he screamed and looked down at his leg, I ran at him and pushed him into a wall. He hit his head and fell. I grabbed clothes and dressed myself as I rushed from the room and their shitty little bar. I stole his motorcycle. The rest of his club was after me and as I started to come into town here, I thought someone was following me. I was so tired and hungry, I ended up dropping the motorcycle in front of your lot. Then there was an explosion and it scared me even more. I don’t know how the hell I did it, but I got the motorcycle back up and took off.”
“Jesus,” Landon said. “Then what?”
“I sold the motorcycle and wasn’t sure what to do next. So I’ve been hiding, and waiting until my leg is healed so I can leave again.”
“You’re not leaving,” Landon said. “At all. Where the fuck is this guy from?”
“An hour north. It’s a piece of shit bar, Landon. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me,” Landon said.
“Thanks.”
Avery felt fresh tears leak from her eyes. She couldn’t control it. When Landon moved his hand along her cheek, she jumped again. Her nerves were stretched so thin.
“You had nothing to do with the bombing,” Landon whispered.
“No,” Avery said.
“Shit,” Landon said.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Landon said. “Get some rest. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
Avery watched Landon roll over and turn off the light. The darkness also brought silence. Avery had no idea what to think or do. She had woken up in a bakery and barely escaped. She had gotten attacked by a crazy old man because of pizza. She had been saved by Landon. Then she saved Landon. She watched Landon murder someone. She had been chained to his bike. And she had tasted his body and opened her heart to him.
All in one day.
“Go to fucking sleep, sweetheart,” Landon said.
He put an arm around her and pulled her close to his body. Avery could feel the air of his breath playing with her hair. She knew it was Landon, but she couldn’t help but fear it was Bry. But then she felt Landon getting hard again and knew it definitely wasn’t Bry… because Landon was bigger in every way possible.
ten.
Landon started his morning with eggs and beer. He left Avery to herself in the room and brought her some food. He then gave her money and made a phone call to a car service company in Frelen take Avery to get some clothes. The car service looked normal, but the driver was equipped with enough weaponry to take out half a crew if need be. This was a protection run, not a luxury service.
Avery tried to refuse the help, but Landon ignored her. He needed Avery out of the MC and away from him. Being near her did something to him. Looking at made him think of everything she’d told him. What a fucking mess she had gotten into. Landon knew that this Bry guy would come looking for her. Even if he was some punk asshole with a motorcycle and a bar, he would want to prove a point. It enticed Landon though.
With Avery gone, Landon sought out the rest of the guys to figure out the plan for the day. Miller was at the bar with his hands folded, Gaige on his left, Nate on his right. Blaine emerged from the hallway, adjusting himself with his hand in his pants.
“You have to do that here?” Landon asked.
Blaine took his hand from his pants and offered it to Landon. “Smell this, bro. Does it smell…”
“Fuck off,” Landon said.
“Come on.” Blaine smelled his hand. “I can’t figure out what this smells like. It’s got…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Landon said. “Seriously.”
Blaine wiped his hand on his jeans. “Whatever. Man, last night was wicked. That chick is fucking crazy. She’s excited for us.”
“Good for you,” Landon said.
Blaine put his arm around Landon and said, “I swear man, she swallowed my entire cock and was ready to take my balls too. Insane.”
“Hey, you two, come here,” Miller yelled.
Landon shook Blaine away and went to Miller, Gaige, and Nate.
“What’s happening?” Blaine asked.
“First thing,” Miller said, “go wash your fucking hands. Don’t spread last night’s mess around the clubhouse.”
Blaine went behind the bar to one of the sinks.
“You ready for tonight?” Miller asked Landon.
“Ready to fucking destroy someone,” Landon said.
“Three people,” Gaige reminded him.
“Ready to fucking destroy three people,” Landon clarified.
“Good,” Miller said. “Listen, we’ve got a situation right now. Gaige, tell him.”
“Remember Strokner?” Gaige asked.
“I do,” Blaine said. “His daughter was beautiful. Never got to fuck her.”
“She took bullets for you,” Gaige said. “Show respect.”
“Hey, I did. I said she was beautiful.” Blaine wiped his hands dry and leaned over the bar.
“I made a deal with Strokner,” Gaige said. “Told him I would let him look into the eyes of the guy that killed his daughter.”
“What does that mean?” Landon asked.
Nate put his hands to his eyes and made a POP sound. “Took out his eyes.”
“Damn,” Landon said. “That’s sick, brother.”
“Yeah,” Gaige said. “I sent him the eyes to prove we were on his side and to calm him from his plan to buy all that land to fuck us over. He called me and said he needs help with something.”
“Calling in a favor,” Miller said.
“This guy’s so fucking rich,” Blaine said, “he should give us the money for Jonesy.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Miller said.
“No,” Landon said. “No favors and debts and bullshit. It’ll never end.”
“Which is what Gaige said,” Miller added.
“Hey, I thought by sending this guy those eyeballs it would scare him a little. Make him realize we mean business.”
“Now he wants to enjoy our business, huh?” Landon asked.
“That’s why we’re meeting him,” Miller said. “I want you and Gaige to meet him. I need to go meet with Jonsey and I’m taking Nate and Blaine with me. Griffin, Shay, and Jace are at the hospital to check on Erik. I want everyone to be in pairs or groups, got it? Just in case these Eight Under assholes pull anymore shit.”
“Okay,” Landon said. “Let’s get moving then.”
Gaige nodded and the group broke up. They all walked outside and got
on their motorcycles. The sun was high, the sky was clear and blue, and it was a perfect day for hitting the open road and settling scores. It was the greatest life Landon could ever imagine living… yet in the back of his mind he thought about Avery. He regretted not fucking her last night.
The roar of Landon’s engine shut his mind up, which was nice.
The crew moved out of the lot, following Miller. When it came to split up, they all waved and were set off on their own missions.
Landon caught up alongside Gaige and the two rode through Frelen. Judging by the quiet roads Gaige was heading toward, Landon knew they were meeting Strokner in a secret location. It made sense since there was no purpose in meeting such a wealthy businessman at one of his buildings. Back Down Devil and suits and ties really didn’t mix well.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes away there was a long, black SUV on the side of the road. The windows were tinted black and for a moment, Landon scanned their surroundings wondering if it was some kind of setup. He’d been around long enough to know there were no such things as friends in this life, just enemies.
They stopped in front of the SUV and when Gaige reached for his gun, Landon followed suit. The driver of the SUV put up his hands and said something. The driver side back door opened and someone got out and rushed around to the other side. He opened the passenger side back door and Landon watched a pair of shiny black shoes hit the dirt. A man stepped into the open, adjusting his suit jacket.
“It’s good,” Gaige said to Landon.
They lowered their weapons as Strokner walked toward them.
“Aren’t we on edge?” Strokner asked with a grin.
“It’s the life,” Gaige said.
Strokner opened his suit jacket and Landon lifted his gun again. He took a step and ignored Gaige’s plea to stop. Strokner seemed to not fear the gun, which pissed Landon off. It didn’t matter how rich a man was, a bullet could still rip through any man’s head and take his life. Strokner took a cigar from his suit jacket and lit it.