by London Casey
His cock throbbed yet Landon managed to ignore it. All he could focus on was touching Avery. He slid his fingers faster than ever. The muscles in his arm started to tense, but he liked it. When he squeezed Avery’s nipple, she released a pleasure filled groan.
Landon wanted to fuck Avery, but he just couldn’t do it. As he grew frustrated with his body and mind, he took it out on Avery’s body with his fingers. He used his pointer finger and found the warm, wet nub of Avery’s clit and pressed hard, making small circles while his fingers continued to move and in out of her. Avery’s knees bent and Landon hurried to move his hand back to her stomach to hold her in place.
“Say my fucking name when you come,” Landon ordered. “I want to hear that little voice of yours screaming for more, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” Avery said before whimpering again.
Landon held her tight everywhere and felt her body readying to climax. Avery was beautiful and it made Landon feel like he was going to go crazy thinking about it.
Avery’s fingers curled, her nails scratching against the shower tiles. The hot water beat on Landon’s neck and back. The steam surrounded them like a hot blanket.
“Landon,” Avery said. “Landon… I’m…”
“Not loud enough,” Landon said. “I’ll take my fucking hands off your body…”
“Landon,” Avery said louder. She threw her head back and pushed from the shower wall. Her mouth was at his ear.
She was coming. Landon felt every pulse of her body and watched her lips trying to move, her eyes shut. She was collapsing back to him and Landon held her.
When Avery opened her eyes she looked at Landon and whispered, “Landon…”
The whisper of her voice and the look in her eyes tempted him to kiss her. But he knew better. Not right now. Not the moment after a woman came… no way. Things were too intense right now.
Avery reached back and touched Landon’s leg. Her fingers crept across and when her fingertips touched Landon’s hard shaft, he groaned and pushed away from her.
“We’re done here,” he said.
“What?”
“I got you what you wanted and needed, sweetheart,” Landon said. “Now get out. Get dressed and get ready for the fights.”
“I’m coming?”
“You just did,” Landon said with a smirk.
“Funny.”
Avery wrung her hair out. Landon watched her breasts bounce. It hurt his cock. He turned and tried to hide his erection although he knew Avery had seen. She had already touched it. It wasn’t going to go away.
“What are the fights for?” Avery asked.
Landon looked over his shoulder. “Money. Pleasure. Whatever.”
“Why you?”
“Because I offered. I’ve got plenty to work through.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“No more dangerous than you are,” Landon said. “Get the fuck out of the shower, sweetheart.”
Landon looked forward but didn’t hear the shower door open. At least not right away. With his teeth gritted again, Landon waited. He waited because he wanted what was about to happen, and, shit, that really irked him.
He felt Avery’s hands touch his back. She slid up to his shoulders and then he felt the tender touch of her lips on his back. One kiss and then the shower door slid open and shut. By the time Landon looked, Avery was gone.
Landon made fists and groaned.
Why the fuck didn’t I fuck her?
The answer was pretty easy. It was the same answer he’d already given Avery.
Because you care about her…
Landon swung a right punch, then a left, cracking one of the tiles. He turned the cold water off, and as the water grew even hotter, Landon reached down and gripped himself. He shut his eyes and pictured Avery’s nude body. Her breasts, nipples. Her wet skin. The feel of her wet pussy. Her little noises, the way her looked at him.
He stroked himself up and back, root to tip and back to root. He thrust and groaned.
He needed to come. His original plan of going to the fight aggravated wouldn't work now. Not with what Avery had done to him.
“Fuck,” Landon whispered.
He held his eyes shut and stroked again and again. He pictured Avery’s mouth full again. His mind then went to the room with Blaine and that reliever. Mentally, he kicked Blaine out of the room and the reliever became Avery. Landon held her thighs, keeping her in place, offering his cock to her, over and over.
It was so fucking hot. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect.
So fucking perfect…
Landon’s hand jerked up and squeezed at his thick tip. His knees bent a little and he started to release. When he opened his eyes, it was just in time to watch the stringy release shoot down to the top of the shower drain, swirl within the water, and disappear.
It pissed him off.
That should have been for Avery. That could have been deep in her pussy. Against her back. In her hand. In her mouth… again.
Landon slowly jerked himself until he was completely finished and then he turned the water off. He had both hands against the tile again and he stared down at his throbbing cock. He was still hard, and he still wanted Avery.
But first, Landon had to fight.
fifteen.
Avery had seen plenty of fights in her life. Bar fights between drunk guys who usually had no idea why they were fighting. She’d seen really good fights between enemies, fights that were long and bloody until someone was knocked out. There was even the occasional jumping and beating, a group of men on one other guy, pummeling him into a bloody mess.
Anything Avery had seen though didn’t prepare her for the sight she saw as she rode on the back of Landon’s motorcycle, holding him tight. They turned the corner down an alley, which seemed to be the secret roads for the MC’s in and around town. There were men guarding the tall gates to a construction company. It didn’t make sense to Avery until the gates opened and she watched a large crowd part and allow Landon through. People were cheering, booing, cackling and laughing as Landon and the rest of the MC made their way to an open spot where they all parked their motorcycles.
She climbed from the motorcycle and looked around. Several MC’s were given a spot to park and gather. The crowd was surrounding a lifted platform. There were cinder blocks along the edge of the circle. When Avery looked back to Landon, her face must have looked confused.
Landon was smiling at her. “What’s wrong?”
“This is…”
“This is real,” Landon said.
“Fucking right, brother,” Blaine said. He gripped Landon by the shoulders and squeezed. “You ready to fuck someone up?”
“Yeah.”
Blaine looked at Avery, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, his snakelike eyes stared at her. Her mind flashed back Landon thrusting into that woman with Blaine holding her massive breasts, easing her with his words.
It made her jealous.
For a second, Avery wanted to fight Blaine.
“Where’s Gaige?” Landon asked.
“Turn around,” a voice said.
Gaige walked up to Landon, holding hands with a beautiful woman. She didn’t look like the women in the clubhouse. She looked more composed and confident.
“I need a favor,” Landon asked.
“Anything,” Gaige said.
“This is Avery… she…”
Gaige smiled. “Not a problem.”
“I’m Emily, the woman with Gaige,” she said. She offered her hand. “You’re hanging with me tonight.”
Avery shook her hand and liked the woman instantly.
“Listen to me,” Landon said, grabbing Avery’s wrist. “This is dangerous here, okay? There is money involved. There are a ton of assholes. I’m sure Emily can share a story or two…”
Avery looked at Emily. Emily said, “We’ll talk, don’t worry.”
“You stay with her,” Landon said. “Watch the fights. And don’t fucking try to leave. Got
it, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Avery said.
“Good.”
Landon backed up and was then surrounded by his MC. They were patting his shoulders and chest. They were calling out to him, getting fired up about the fights. Someone ordered drinks, which seemed to be floating around everywhere. Soon, everyone had a beer, including Emily and Avery.
“Here, come with me,” Emily said. “So we can hang out and talk.”
Before Avery could say anything, someone came charging at them.
“That’s Shay,” Emily whispered. “He was the one who supposed to be killed in the bombing.”
“Hey, loves,” Shay said. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Getting a better view,” Emily pointed to a ladder and a ledge.
“Christ,” Shay said. “You’re like walking targets up there.”
“Then come with us,” Emily said.
“Fuck no,” Shay said. “I’m here for the fights. Stay put.”
Shay ran back to the MC and a few seconds later another man came forward. He was a massive chunk of muscle and wore a leather cut with the Back Down Devil MC logo on it but nothing else.
“Protection,” Emily said. “Let’s go.”
Emily took Avery’s hand and they climbed up a ladder and sat on a platform made of steel. The vantage point was perfect to see the fights. The chunk of muscle that came up the ladder next, but he kept a distance and never stopped looking. Avery just hoped the man wouldn’t have to use the gun.
“This is crazy,” Avery said.
“This is normal,” Emily said. “I met Gaige at one of these.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Emily said. A look of sadness spread across her face. “There was a shootout though and my best friend was shot and killed.”
“Oh, shit,” Avery said. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too. But it brought me and Gaige together. Taught me a lot about things. I’ve never felt like I belonged to something so much before. I know that probably sounds strange…”
“It doesn’t,” Avery said. “But I still don’t know why I’m here. I have no purpose.”
Emily laughed. “Trust me, if you didn’t have purpose, you wouldn’t be here. Landon would have thrown you out. Or killed you.”
Hearing the words from Emily had a different sound to it for some reason. When Landon spoke of killing, Avery took it for what it was worth - he was a badass biker who wasn’t afraid to kill anyone. But hearing Emily say it, it was scary. That made it so much more real.
The fights began a few minutes later.
Two men entered the circle and a third shouted off a few rules. When that man backed away, the two men left in the circle attacked each other. They threw punch after punch, grappling to the ground, trying to get to their feet, anything to stay up and maybe alive. One of the men slid on the dirt. His right leg bent and he turned his head for a split second. The other man saw and took advantage with a fist to his face, knocking the other man out cold.
The fight was done.
Just like that.
And that’s how it continued. Some fights lasted less than a minute. Some were weighted in favor of a certain MC with big guys versus little guys. Other fights lasted what felt like forever. The men were beaten and bloody, their eyes so swollen shut they couldn't find each other. One thing Avery picked up on was that there was always a winner. The fight continued until someone tapped out or fell down and stayed down.
Then it came time for Landon’s first fight.
Avery stood up when she saw him in the middle of the MC. He took his rings off. Then he took the chains off his jeans. Gaige stripped him of his leather cut and Landon took his shirt off. The sight of his bare body made Avery gush instantly. He turned and pushed through the crowd into the circle.
“Don’t get too worked up,” Emily said. “Your heart will explode.”
Avery nodded, but she couldn’t help how her body felt right then. Not after seeing all those other fights. She trusted in Landon, but all it took was one good swing from the other guy and Landon could be on his ass.
The other guy came into the circle and walked right up to Landon. He had a white t-shirt on and bounced himself against Landon. Landon stepped back and made fists.
“If he hits him, he’s disqualified,” Emily said. “That’s why that guy is taunting him. They all know there’s money on the line.”
Landon kept his composure, even when the other guy spit in his face.
“What a fucking asshole,” Avery said.
“They all are,” Emily said. “Even the ones we like.”
Those were certainly true words.
The fight began and Avery expected Landon to go after the guy. But he didn’t, he just stood there. The other guy spit at Landon again. He laughed. He threw wild punches, purposely missing Landon. But Landon was like a statue. He was waiting. He was patient. He was beautiful.
When the man threw another wild punch, Landon made his move. He slid to the side and when the man stumbled by, Landon punched the middle of his back, sending him to his knees. He was on his hands and knees, so Landon lifted his foot.
“Oh, fuck,” Avery said.
“Shit,” Emily said.
Landon came down with a heavy boot, driving the guy’s face right into one of the cinder blocks along the edge of the circle. Landon then reached down with one hand. He lifted the guy’s head and smashed it again into the same cinder block.
The guy was out cold.
The fight was called and Landon had barely warmed up.
“Asshole,” Avery whispered.
Landon left the circle as the crowd cheered. He pushed his way back to the MC, who were waiting and cheering. He grabbed a beer and sat down.
“No offense,” Emily said, “but that is one dark man there…”
Avery nodded.
Landon looked up and right at Avery.
Their eyes met with the call of the night fight, the laughs, cheers all as background noise. Nothing mattered but the look between them.
Nothing in her life ever felt so real.
sixteen.
The second fight had a little more action to it than the first one. Landon didn’t think for a second he would end up losing the fight, but he did take a few shots to his face. The guy had some size, but his tattoos were larger than his muscles. Landon took him down with a wicked right hook to the jaw and then hovered over the guy, giving him a chance to make the call to end the fight.
In typical biker fashion, the guy refused.
“Fuck you, pussy,” he said.
Landon smacked him in the face, cutting his knuckles on the guy’s teeth.
The guy opened his mouth and started to cough. He turned his head and spit pit blood and a tooth.
“Done?” Landon offered.
“Kill me, asshole.”
Landon made another fist that came down like a sledgehammer. He connected with the guy’s face and Landon wasn’t sure if it was his fist or the fact that the guy’s head smacked off the ground, but he was out cold.
Landon stood and lifted both his hands.
The crowd cheered and just like that, Landon was two and zero.
He walked to the MC and Miller was there first to greet him with a hug.
“Good job, brother,” Miller said. “One more and we clean up.”
“I’ve got it.”
“Your cheek’s a little puffy there, bro,” Blaine said.
“Thanks,” Landon said.
Landon looked up and saw Avery staring back down at him again. Even from the distance she fucked with his head. Emily took Avery’s hand and pulled, forcing her to sit back down. Emily was talking, but Avery stared at Landon. He stared back.
“Hey, do you hear me?” Shay’s voice cried out.
“No, what.”
“This next one is a motherfucker.”
“Really?” Blaine asked. “Whose mother did he fuck?”
“Christ,” Landon said.
“What?” Blaine asked. “I’m lifting the fucking mood here. This is going to work for us, bro. We clean up. We pay Jonesy. We get the information on who tried to kill Shay and almost killed Erik. It’s all coming together.”
“Jesus Christ,” Miller said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Blaine is right.”
“I know,” Landon said. “That may be the smartest thing he’s ever said.”
“Well, fuck you all then,” Blaine said.
Landon jumped up to a table and sat between Nate and Jace. Jace offered a fist and Landon bumped it.
“That was good shit,” Jace said. “Whatever the fuck has you fired up, keep it up.”
“We have any whiskey here?” Landon asked.
“Not before a fight,” Miller said.
When Miller turned around, Nate opened his leather cut and pulled out a flask. He handed it to Landon and Landon downed as much as he could. It burned the whole way down his throat and made his stomach hurt instantly. But he needed the distraction from the bullshit running through his head.
Fucking Avery.
The fights continued and Landon found himself sitting alone. The rest of the MC had thrown down some money on other fights hoping to win beer and pussy money. Having the relievers in the clubhouse all the time was a necessity for survival, but they also enjoyed outside action. Strippers, mostly. And the best strippers took the guys to the back and dropped to their knees. That was what the beer and pussy money was for.
“Fuck!” Blaine screamed and broke from the group. He walked over to Landon, his hands on his hips. “That little fuck out there just cost me about five half decent blowjobs.”
“Tough night,” Landon said.