by London Casey
Slowly, Ava started to increase her speed. She stroked Jonesy over and over, leaving the blanket on top of him. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. His eyes were wide, staring right at Ava’s breasts. His mouth opened a little and Ava couldn’t help but try to see what it looked like in his mouth. The faster Jonesy breathed, the faster Ava moved her hand. She turned her head and watched the covers jumping up and down. She gripped tighter, gritting her teeth, wanting this over with. She realized that as she moved, her breasts were bouncing in her bra. Everything was working to Jonesy’s benefit, considering all he’d gone through.
The life Back Down Devil MC lived was a cruel life. They were big, strong men covered in leather, chains, rings, and tattoos. They got to ride motorcycles and were the epitome of badasses. But life was all too real for them. There was no protection for their lives.
Ava let out a shaking breath and Jonesy groaned. His voice was rough. He nodded so Ava sighed again. Faster and faster, she looked at Jonesy. In her mind, she was touching Shay. It made this more tolerable, but it also made Ava pull harder and tighter. When Ava let out a whimper because her wrist was getting sore, Jonesy thrust up and grunted again. So Ava did it again. And again.
Then suddenly, Jonesy growled deep like he was angry, but he wasn’t angry. He was coming. Ava felt the release hitting the covers and her hand. She kept going though. She didn’t stop until Jonesy put his hand on top of hers, over the sheet, stopping the movement.
When she looked at his hand and saw the infected sight where his two fingers used to be, Ava freaked out. She jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and couldn’t bear to watch as her hand became clean again. She waited until her stomach calmed down, and then opened the bathroom door. As she walked over to her shirt, she glanced at Jonesy. He was slightly turned and was crying quietly.
Ava grabbed her shirt and ran from the room.
Blaine stood in the hallway, a cigarette in his mouth, one foot up against the wall.
“How’d that go?” he asked, scaring Ava.
She scrambled to hold her shirt in front of her bra. “That was…”
“You did good,” a voice said. Ava turned her head and saw Miller standing there. “I appreciate the help. Jonesy has been a good friend to us. And this… he’ll never be the same man again.”
Ava nodded.
“Did you wash your hand?” Blaine asked with a smile.
“I did,” Ava said.
“Good.” He then touched between his legs. “My turn?”
“No,” Ava said. “Sorry.”
Blaine reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife. Ava stepped back and sucked in a breath.
“Miller, here,” Blaine said. “Take my knife. Cut out my fucking tongue. If that’s what it takes…”
“I’ll cut your fucking tongue out just to not hear you talk anymore,” Miller said. “Take Ava back to Shay’s room.”
Ava looked at Miller. “Thank you for letting me stay here. I promise I’m…”
“Just keep your eyes open,” Miller said. “You’ve seen how real this gets. And I’m afraid it’s going to get worse.”
“Come on, sweetie,” Blaine said. He put his hand to Ava’s back and walked her down the hall. After a few seconds, he asked, “How was it? Was his cock big?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ava asked.
“What? Just curious. I always pictured Jonesy as a short and fat kind of guy, you know?”
“You think about men like that?”
“No. Just their cocks. I like to know where I measure up. How messy was it? Did he touch you, sweetie?”
“Blaine, will you shut the fuck up?” Ava asked.
Her voice cracked and she sucked in another breath. She was so close to breaking down. Her entire body felt weak and useless right now. Like she was just a piece of ass that would be passed around. It was the exact reason she had wanted out of the Lost Men as soon as her father was killed.
At Shay’s door, Ava reached for the knob, but Blaine pulled her back. He turned her and made Ava face him.
“Look at me,” Blaine said.
“I am.”
“I’ve known Shay for a long time. But I don’t much about him. He’s never been the kind to open. But he would take a bullet for any of us. That means more in this club than anything else. I’d hate to see you leave this clubhouse. You somehow fit in. I like it. So stick the fuck around.”
“I guess I should say thanks,” Ava said.
“Nah. Just keep me in mind if you give out anymore hand jobs. Or if I lose my tongue.”
“You’re fucking sick,” Ava said.
She smiled, turned, and opened the door.
Shay was standing in the middle of the room, his arms folded. Ava ran to Shay and jumped into his arms.
“It’s done,” she whispered.
“Did he come?”
Ava’s stomach turned. “Yes.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Ava.”
“Shay, I have to tell you something, and I don’t care how you take it. I love you. I’ve fallen for you. I’m not just saying that so you won’t make me leave. I am saying it because I am in love with you, Shay.”
Shay put a finger to Ava’s lips. “I heard you. I heard you, Ava. But right now I don’t want to talk. I want to tear your fucking pants off and taste your sweet pussy until you come.”
“Please,” Ava whispered. “Please.”
Shay took her to the bed and kept his word. His hands were fast and aggressive. He had Ava’s pants and panties off in seconds. Dropping to his knees before the bed, Shay pushed Ava’s knees and opened her legs wide. He came forward until the tip of his tongue sliced between her tender folds. Ava thrust up and reached back for the sheets.
Shay’s tongue was fast. He made circles and when he suckled at her clit, it stole Ava’s breath. The pleasure was so intense. Shay held Ava’s stomach so she wouldn’t squirm. His eyes were locked to hers. As Ava whimpered, Shay sucked harder. His teeth grazed along the hard nub of her clit, quickly threatening an orgasm.
Then Shay opened his mouth and came up. He kissed Ava’s bare skin gently, leaving her pussy throbbing for more. Her body started to shake as his hands crept along the insides of her legs.
“Finish me,” Ava whispered. “Please, Shay. Finish me.”
Shay picked his head up and smiled. “You’re so sweet and tender, love. I fucking love you for that.”
Shay put his mouth back to her sex and with just one more calculated flick of his tongue, Ava felt herself starting to come. Her body thrust so hard, unable to control the passion pouring out between her legs. Shay quickly pulled away and stood up. He took out a condom and tossed it to the bed. The pleasure was still going through Ava’s body as she sat up and grabbed the condom. She opened the wrapper as Shay dropped his pants. Ava took Shay in her hand and sheathed him. She fell back to the bed and stared at Shay’s amazing cock coming toward her.
With one hard thrust, Shay was buried inside her. When he kissed her, she tasted her own body.
Right now, she was his. And if Ava had her way, he would have her forever.
When Shay finished, there was a knock at the door. Ava hurried to wrap herself up in the covers. Shay pulled on his pants and answered the door.
It was Miller. “Shay…”
“Miller. What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk. Right now.”
twenty-two.
Shay held Ava for most of the night. It was hard to sleep as he thought about what was to come. Strokner had been in contact with Miller and Gaige. Caius was planting his feet deep into the ground in and around Frelen. His associates were putting down roots in town by buying businesses and homes. It was all a ploy to make the MC nervous so he could continue his systematic torture of Shay.
Shay stroked Ava’s hair and kissed her head. He was falling for this one. Imagining her touching Jonesy really pissed him off, but he understood it. The jealousy and anger proved how
much he truly cared for Ava. Ava’s sweetness still lingered on his lips. He wanted more of it.
Unable to sleep, Shay snuck out of bed and headed toward the clubhouse. The halls were dark and quiet. At the bar, a stray radio played a rock ballad. A few of the guys and Lost Men were still awake, drunk as hell, swaying, trying to talk. It wouldn’t be long until they all passed out.
Shay opened the door to where Jonesy was staying. All he could think about was Ava touching Jonesy. When he opened the door, Shay found Jonesy sitting up in bed, awake.
“Oh, hey. Just checking on you, man,” Shay said. “Wanted to see how my woman did.”
Jonesy raised an eyebrow and gave a thumbs up.
“That’s good,” Shay said. “Too bad you didn’t get her mouth or pussy.”
Jonesy smiled as he reached for his whiteboard.
Better watch what you say. Miller owes me big time.
Shay laughed and approached the bed. “Fair enough. Listen, I’m really sorry this happened. You and I go way back, back to before I was patched in. I brought you into this mess, and I feel so guilty about this.”
Jonesy shook his head. He scribbled on the board.
Feeling guilty means you’re a pussy. Don’t be a pussy. Enjoy pussy.
“You’re a poet without your tongue, huh?” Shay asked and smiled. “I wish I could say something right now to fix all this. I found out it was my brother after you were kidnapped. It made me want to find him more than ever, and if I told the club who it was, I wouldn’t have been allowed to track him.”
Jonesy erased the board and started writing again. When he held it up, he nodded.
Shay read it. “You’ll get through it. I knew Caius was a bad man for a long time. You need to focus, Shay. He wants you dead. And he will destroy your world first just to make you suffer.”
Shay could hear Caius speaking the words and it angered him. He stood there with fists, wanting to hit something. Jonesy pointed across the room at a bottle of whiskey. He stormed over and spun the lid off and took a long, stinging drink. Behind him he heard the soft squeak of the marker on the board as Jonesy wrote some more.
Jonesy let out a grunt and Shay turned.
“He won’t stop until he has you. He let me go because he wanted you to see his handy work so that you would feel responsible. So you would be tortured.”
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Jonesy. I’ll kill him. I promise you. I will kill him and make him suffer the way you did.”
Jonesy nodded and erased the board. His lips moved as he wrote like he desperately just wanted to talk. He showed Shay the board, but Shay didn’t read it out loud.
Hell is here. Go face hell, Shay. That’s what he wants. I’m sorry.
“You don’t get to be sorry,” Shay said.
Jonesy motioned for Shay to come to him. Jonesy grabbed Shay by the hand and looked him in the eyes. He nodded.
“It will be okay. You’re safe here.”
Jonesy nodded. He took the whiskey bottle from Shay’s hand and drank. He put it on the nightstand and reached for his marker and board again.
Get out of my room. And if you come back, bring your woman. She’s beautiful.
Shay laughed and patted Jonesy on the shoulder. “Calm down. You have a wife. Tomorrow we will track her down and let her know what’s going on. It’s going to be okay.”
The sound of Jonesy trying to drink from the bottle was all Shay heard as he left the room. He returned to his room and climbed into his bed. He scooped Ava up and held her tight again. He laid awake again for hours, unable to shut his mind off. When Shay finally closed his eyes, he fell asleep. He woke in the same position he fell asleep in. He looked at the clock and realized he had slept pretty damn good. Ava was still in his arms. She still smelled great.
Shay rolled Ava away and she stirred. She let out a little purring moan and opened her eyes. He put a hand to her hip and kissed her cheek. “Just me, love. Get some rest. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay,” Ava whispered. “I meant what I said. I do love you.”
“Yeah,” Shay said. “You picked a hell of a time to say it. Right after you jerked off another guy. That’s love right there.”
Ava smiled. “I came back to you.”
“You came all over me,” Shay said, winking at her.
Ava’s face burned red.
Shay ran his hands over his face once he got out into the hall. He thought about his late night (well, early morning) conversation with Jonesy. It bothered him that Caius tortured Jonesy just to deliver a message. Back Down Devil needed to deliver their own message to Caius.
“Brother, how’s it hanging?” Blaine asked as he stepped from his own room.
As the door shut, Shay peeked inside and saw two women in his bed and two on the floor. All naked.
“How many women you have in there?” Shay asked.
“I think four. Maybe five. Didn’t get to the bathroom yet to check.”
“What a life,” Shay said.
Blaine smiled. “And they’re all full of me.”
Blaine put an arm around Shay as they walked. They stopped at Jonesy’s door and Blaine knocked.
“Why are you knocking?” Shay asked. “He can’t fucking answer.”
“Oh shit,” Blaine said. “The tongue. That’s right. Man, I couldn’t do it. Imagine having no tongue. Not being able to swallow whiskey. Fuck, you couldn’t eat pussy anymore then…”
“Get out of the way,” Shay said.
He opened the bedroom door, took one step inside, and froze.
Jonesy was in the exact same spot as when Shay left him the night before. The whiskey bottle was empty and on the floor. But there was blood dripping all over the floor.
“Fuck!” Shay screamed. “Fuck. Get help. Fuck.”
“Miller! Help!” Blaine screamed.
Shay ran to the bed and one look at Jonesy told him the man was dead. Shay looked at Jonesy’s wrists and then to the night stand. Sure enough, there was a razor blade. Jonesy had taken care of himself.
Moments later, the room was filled with club members. Their reaction of anger was all the same, followed by a deep silence. Miller pushed through the guys and touched Jonesy’s shoulder.
“Motherfucker,” he whispered. “He was forced into this.”
“His bag,” Shay said. “Christ, his bag.”
Shay’s first thought, again, was that there was a bomb in it from Caius. His second thought, and the thought that proved right, was that Jonesy would have a note.
Shay grabbed the paper note and stared at it.
“Read the fucking thing to us,” Nate said.
“This is my legacy. The end of it all. All I’ve done. All I’ve said. My wife and family will no longer be in danger because of my choices. Being tied to that chair and tortured made me think of all of you. And your lives. This isn’t a suicide note, this is a warning. Caius made it very clear that if I didn’t end my own life he would kill my family. I didn’t do this because I’m ashamed or afraid of the world. I did this to save my family and to help the club. Caius is waiting for his brother. If Shay doesn’t show, then he’ll kill my family and he’ll kill all of you. If Shay does show, then my family survives. Caius will know I’ve fulfilled my part of it. I’m sorry that I didn’t do a better job. Then again, I always knew I’d face the devil… but for some reason, I thought I’d win. I guess not.”
“Jesus Christ,” Blaine said as he put a hand over his mouth.
“Cover him up,” Miller said. “Give him some goddamn respect.”
Jace folded Jonesy’s arms across his chest and covered him with the sheet.
“Where is he?” Shay asked. “That motherfucker. Where is he? I’ll do this right now.”
“And that’s what he wants,” Griffin said. “He wants us pissed off so that we act rash.”
“First off,” Miller said, “Gaige, call Chief Jerry and tell him what we have here. I have to go call Strokner again.”
Miller looked at Shay and
gave a quick nod.
Shay nodded back, knowing things were going to move fast.
“I can’t be in here,” Blaine said. “I need a drink and a blow job. I need to clear my fucking mind.”
Everyone shuffled from the room to the hall. Blaine whistled for a prospect to gather up some drinks. Gaige stepped away to talk to the chief. Shay looked down the hall and thought about Ava.
Christ, what would happen to her if Caius got his way?
Shay loved her. Damnit, he loved the woman.
“Here.” Blaine gave Shay a beer. “Drink. Fuck! I don’t know what to do right now. I’m so pissed.”
“So am I,” Shay said. “So am I.”
“Jonesy,” Nate said. “He always did good for us.”
“He was kidnapped,” Jace said. “Fingers cut off. Tongue cut the fuck out. Then set free knowing he would come here to do this. It makes me sick.”
Shay looked to the closed door. It made him sick too.
He did it to warn me, too. To tell me how bad it really is.
Miller came walking back a few seconds later, a beer in hand. His face was serious as he stared directly at Shay. For a second, Shay thought Miller was going to pull a gun on him and shoot. Before that could happen, Gaige whistled and called for Shay.
Shay turned and hurried over to Gaige. “What’s going on, brother?”
“Chief Jerry will take care of our problem here,” Gaige said. “But I got some answers for you…”
twenty-three.
Ava sat up in bed and took a deep breath. The room smelled like Shay. That musky, man, motorcycle, in your face sexy kind of smell. It made her wet instantly. That’s what he did to her.
When Shay opened the door and came into the room, he didn’t have anything with him except a bottle of beer.
“No breakfast today?” Ava asked.
“Get out of bed,” Shay said. “We have to talk.”
Ava saw the look on Shay’s face. Something was very wrong. “What’s going on?”
“Jonesy is dead. He killed himself last night.”
