EMPTY SECRETS (A Back Down Devil MC Novella)

by Casey, London

  It was insane. But Jett wondered if this wasn’t exactly what he needed. Something wrong and dangerous. To just… enjoy…

  His hands gripped the side of her pants - and her panties - and he started to pull. They slid right down, giving Jett’s eyes another beautiful sight. The silk look over Lena’s sex. Her folds already moistened and ready. With her pants and panties off, Lena dug her heels into the bed and lifted a little, offering herself to him.

  Jett moved to the end of the bed and grabbed at her ass. He wanted a taste of this. That sweet smell already flirted with his nose, driving him fucking mad. Jett dropped down and brought himself within an inch of Lena’s succulent pussy. With a deep breath of that exotic and perfect aroma, Jett couldn’t contain himself any longer. He came forward and began to taste her. The tip of his tongue sliced up and down, cutting between her soft, little folds. He suckled them for a moment and then worked up to her clit. The moment he hit that spot, Lena started to go wild. Thrusting herself hard, up and down, like she wanted to pull away from Jett but couldn’t… and because deep down inside she needed his mouth there.

  Jett dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of her ass, now holding Lena steady. He devoured her for another minute, his tongue running rampant. One thing would be for damn sure right now. No matter what the fuck happened with this chick, she would never forget the night she decided to tempt a biker like Jett.

  When Jett pulled away, he licked his lips. He then seductively kissed her clean mound and reached down into his pocket. He always kept some cash and a condom. Because you never knew when you’d need a stiff drink or a good fuck.

  Jett inched his way up Lena’s smooth body as he kept his hands down and opened the condom. He rolled it on himself, a sneaky move that he loved to do because it always threw women off. The second he touched Lena’s pussy with his cock she grabbed at his shoulders.

  “Is it okay?” Lena asked.

  “Of course it’s fucking okay,” Jett growled. “Open those fucking legs more for me, beautiful. I’m coming in.”

  Lena put her head back and groaned. Her hands played with Jett’s leather cut as he thrust, inching his way into her. Jett gritted his teeth and let out a hiss as Lena’s pussy clung to him impossibly tight.

  What the fuck? Is she a virgin?

  Jett looked down as he pulled out of Lena. He then came at her again, thrusting hard, sinking deeper. She let out a cry and Jett could already feel a rush pouring through his body. He growled and then brought his mouth back down to Lena’s ample chest. He tasted her left breast as he started to fuck her. Pulling back and pushing, fighting through the resistance of her burning slit.

  It felt so fucking good though. It made Jett feel so fucking alive, so wild. He put his hands at Lena’s ribs, his thumbs just inches from the bottom of her breasts. Jett was good right there, holding himself up, loving the way Lena’s body looked and reacted to his cock pounding in and out of her. Looking down and seeing his cock glistening. Then looking at the way her breasts danced just so perfectly. And then her face.

  Goddamn, she’s actually really pretty.

  With her arms up, hands gripping the headboard, biting her bottom lip, she was really something.

  It was right then Jett turned his head just enough to see Lena’s shirt on the floor. It was rolled up now, but if Jett reached down and lifted it, there would be blood on it. Blood from someone else.

  There were a dozen burning questions in Jett’s mind, but first things first here. He thrust deeper into Lena and felt her reach climax. If she was tight before, holy fuck, it was even worse now. And by worse, that meant everything was all the much better.

  Jett slipped his hands down to her waist and gritted his teeth and groaned as he fucked her through her orgasm. He felt the clenching feeling, the rush of fresh and warm wetness. Christ, when Jett looked down, he could see it even leaking from her tender body.

  The entire scene quickly caught up to Jett. He pulled back like the hammer of the gun that was attached to his body (even as he fucked Lena) and thrust forward with all his might. He was deep - so fucking deep - and his body just let go. He held there, offering hard thrust after thrust, feeling his cock finally able to release. Pouring himself into a fucking condom inside Lena’s body.

  She looked at him and gasped each time he came; as she felt him thickening, releasing, thickening, releasing. Over and over.

  Jett caught himself off guard as he leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose to Lena’s.

  Don’t fucking kiss her, man. Don’t do that shit…

  His lips flirted with hers for a second, but Jett quickly pulled away.

  He moved from the bed in a hurry, grabbing his jeans and pulling them up. Then he stood there, staring at the beautiful, naked woman in his bed. Lena had moved her hands down her body, resting on her stomach. She stared at him with a clear stare.

  “When I get myself cleaned up here, beautiful, you better start fucking talking.”

  “About?”

  Jett laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me? You were passed out on my ride, covered in blood. But it wasn’t your blood. I don’t know who you think I am or what my club stands for, but just because you have a sweet pussy between your legs doesn’t make you invincible. Put that fucking shirt on and I’ll be out in a minute.”

  In the bathroom, Jett first splashed cold water on his face. When he licked his lips he still tasted her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone that crazy before. Such a deep and primal thing had taken over his body. And it was probably a huge mistake. No, fuck that, it was definitely a mistake.

  So the plan had to be simple… find out why the fuck Lena had blood on her. Then give her a bed for the night and say fucking goodbye tomorrow. Make sure that no heat came down on the MC because of this shit.

  “Fuck,” Jett growled.

  He splashed more water on his face after cleaning himself up.

  He then opened the door and said, “Start… talking…”

  Before Jett could finish the rest of his sentence or thought, he closed his mouth. Lena was fast asleep. He walked to the foot of the bed and stood there, staring at her. She wore nothing but the black t-shirt he’d given her. Her left leg was slightly bent, right arm up, her face nestled against her own shoulder.

  She looked peaceful.

  She looked damn beautiful.

  But again, Jett reminded himself… she was covered in someone else’s blood.

  five.

  Jett opened his eyes and reached for his gun. Some people stretched, wiped their eyes, yawned, or maybe even smiled at the chance to live another day of life. Jett always went for his weapon. Just in case hell waited near him or around him. He looked around the room, recapping the night before. In a strange twist of events, he wasn’t waking with a killer hangover and could completely remember everything from the night before.

  Everything.

  When Jett turned his head and saw Lena in the same position as he had found her, he let out a groaning sigh. The sex was great. Lena’s body was something to remember. But there was blood on the floor and a story still unknown.

  As Jett kicked from the bed and stood, he rubbed the back of his neck and thought about kicking the bed and waking Lena up. But he decided on food first. Eat, have some coffee, think this thing through, and then come back and start pushing Lena against the wall. The friend she had last night was no more. The big guy that her fucked her senseless wouldn’t show up today.

  Today was about business.

  Lena had stepped into the middle of a war zone, whether it was on purpose or not. Right now the MC was focused on helping Erik settle in after his release from the hospital. They were on the prowl for more truth on what happened with the bombing at the compound. It was a giant fucking mess.

  And Jett was adding to it.

  He opened the door and Miller stood three feet away, a mug of coffee in his hand. He sipped from it and looked over Jett’s shoulder into the room. Jett tried to pull the door shut
in a hurry, and Miller pressed forward and put a hand to the door.

  “You know this is my clubhouse, right?” Miller asked.

  “Of course I do.”

  “Hiding something from me, Jett?”

  “Nope.”

  “Care to explain why there’s a strange woman in that bed? With all the heat going on around here. I mean, hey, if you’re fucking her and having fun…”

  “Blaine or Jace?” Jett asked.

  “You know how it is,” Miller said. “So the question is… do we talk in there with her? Or do we talk at the table?”

  “Table,” Jett said. “Can I get some coffee, Miller?”

  “Of course.”

  The two walked down the hall. Jett looked over his shoulder a couple times. He hoped Lena wouldn’t wake up and flip shit over being alone. At least she woke up the night before and had some kind of understanding that she was safe.

  Safe for now.

  Miller stopped at the bar and got a refill on his coffee. Jett got a fresh mug and followed Miller into the meeting room.

  Gaige, Jace, and Nate were sitting, talking, smoking, trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the day. Gaige stood and pointed to a map.

  “I say we circle around and keep our presence known,” he said. “We’ll pinch something.”

  “I’m just ready to ride and fight,” Nate said. He cracked his knuckles. “I want this shit…”

  “Gentlemen,” Miller said. “Give myself and Jett a few minutes to talk.”

  Jace stood and turned, facing Jett. He bumped his chest into Jett’s. “Whoops.”

  “How’d you sleep, Jace? Alone? Thinking of the woman I fucked?”

  “You didn’t fuck her,” Jace said.

  “Want to smell my dick and find out? Better yet… smell my breath…”

  Jace pushed forward and Miller was right there to keep the fight from happening. “Sounds good, guys. Jace, fuck off for now. If you’re hungry, there’s eggs, bacon, and pussy out there.”

  Gaige, Nate, and Jace left the room.

  Miller kicked at Gaige’s chair and then pointed. “Sit. Talk.”

  Jett sat and drank some coffee. Hot, bitter, perfect. “About?”

  Miller smiled. “You know who made this table, Jett?”

  “No fucking clue. Some guy in a foreign country looking for dinner?”

  “Probably. But I mean… the size. The people. Does it make sense?”

  “Why does it matter to me?”

  Miller nodded. “I wish there was more room. For guys like you. Just because you’re on the outside of this room and don’t get to hear the gavel doesn’t mean I don’t value your opinions.”

  “Lucky for you,” Jett said, “the walls aren’t that thick. I can hear the gavel.”

  Now Miller laughed. “Fair enough then. I’ll cut to the root. Who the fuck is the woman in your bed?”

  “Lena.”

  “Why was she covered in blood?”

  Jett was instantly uncomfortable. He moved in his seat and said, “That’s the part I’m going to figure out next.”

  “So you brought her here covered in blood and then… fucked her?”

  “She was passed out on my ride. Cops were on their way thanks to Blaine, so I had to make a split second decision.”

  “Dropping her on the ground wasn’t one?”

  “It was. But I wanted to know… who she was. Why she was on my ride.”

  “You think it was a message?”

  “Maybe. Thought at first she was piss drunk. So I got her off my ride and I saw the blood.”

  “Not hers though?”

  “Not at all. I took the shirt off and checked her body.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  “It’s not like that, Miller,” Jett said. “I’m not Blaine. She woke up. She was disoriented. I told her who I was. She seemed like she was getting it all together. Then she started up and I wasn’t going to stop it.”

  “I don’t blame you,” Miller said.

  “So I fucked her. Then I cleaned myself up and she was back asleep. I was coming out of the room to grab a bite, some coffee, and then go wake her ass up and find out what the fuck is going on.”

  “And when you find out… I mean, what’s the deal?”

  “Depends. I’m always on the side of caution.”

  “You mean paranoia.”

  “Yeah.”

  Miller leaned forward. “Christ, Jett, you can’t tie your life together like that. Not every bad thing is somehow connected. A chick got into a fight or something and was left on your ride. Or maybe her old man smacked her around a little. I mean, what does it have to do with us?”

  Jett could pull twenty reasons out of his ass, but staring into Miller’s strong and defiant eyes, he knew the President of Back Down Devil MC was right. The club didn’t need to get into the middle of anything else right now. There was enough going on with the day to day operations of the MC and now the brewing war with whoever fucking bombed the compound and tried to take out Erik.

  “Yeah, I got it,” Jett said. “Look, I’ll talk to her. Get her out of here. No heat on us.”

  “There’s always heat on us,” Miller said. “I just want her the fuck gone. Bloody shirt, sweet pussy and all. Okay?”

  Jett stood up. He nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Hey,” Miller said. He lifted his coffee mug. “I’m glad you scored yourself something fun though. I can tell by the look on your face it was good pussy. You’ve been needing that for sometime now, Jett. Now get her the fuck out of here.”

  Jett walked to the end of the table and then stopped. “Miller. If she’s getting smacked around…”

  “Yeah?”

  “What if I can’t just toss her aside… put her right back into harm’s way…”

  “There’s harm everywhere right now,” Miller said. “We can make a phone call or two and get her some help.”

  “If the guy is connected…”

  “Are you in love with her, Jett?”

  “What? No. I fucking said two words to her.”

  “Good,” Miller said. “Then this shouldn’t be this hard.”

  That was the final word in the conversation.

  Jett left the room and went to the bar. He got a plate of food, a refill on his coffee, and he set his sights back on the damn room. Everything Miller had said was completely right and true. Lena wasn’t his fucking problem. She wasn’t a Back Down Devil MC problem either. She was some chick that was drunk, or beat up, or whatever.

  When he got to the door, it opened and Blaine stood there.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Jett asked.

  “Checking on sleeping beauty,” he said. “She wake up at all?”

  “Why?”

  “She’s awake right now, man,” Blaine said.

  “Really?” Jett asked. He started to push by Blaine. “What did she say…”

  “Yeah, that’s the problem,” Blaine said.

  “It’s my problem, whatever it is. Just fuck off for now, man, okay?”

  “You’re digging this chick. I love it. Must be good pussy between those legs of hers, huh?”

  “What the fuck…”

  “I lifted the shirt. Had a little peek. That’s smooth… like a good scotch.”

  “Blaine,” Jett growled.

  “I’m out,” Blaine said and lifted his hands. “I’m out, I’m out, I’m out. Take it easy, man. Don’t do anything stupid with this.”

  Jett went into the room and saw Lena sitting up. Her hair was a little messy and it drove Jett wild. He took the food and coffee to the nightstand and then crouched down a little. He touched Lena’s shoulder and she quickly shook him away.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  Lena looked at him. She looked around the room again. Then she looked at the food. “What is that?”

  “Food,” Jett said. “Coffee.”

  “Can I have some coffee?”

  “Yeah, take it.”

  Lena took the mu
g. She sniffed it then sipped it. Jett stood up and made fists.

  Something’s wrong.

  “We have to talk about last night,” Jett said. “I need answers right now.”

  “Answers to what?” Lena asked. She put the coffee mug down on the nightstand and looked up at Jett. “What happened last night?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Jett asked. “Don’t play bullshit with me. Should I show you the shirt? Refresh your memory?”

  “What shirt?” Lena asked. “I’m wearing a shirt.”

  Jett opened his mouth and stopped. He looked into Lena’s eyes.

  Bullshit…

  There was a knock at the door.

  Jett backed up and didn’t turn until he was at the door. When he opened it, Blaine stood there holding a mug of coffee and a small bottle of whiskey.

  “Figured you’d need this by now,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Did she tell you yet?” Blaine asked.

  “Tell me what, man? I’ve got to get this sorted out…”

  “Yeah, good luck. She doesn’t remember a fucking thing, Jett. She doesn’t even remember her own damn name.”

  six.

  Lying.

  It was the one thing Lena knew how to do well. How to fake everything in life. Happiness, love, peace, add in any fucking word you want. It was something she learned at a young age. The fights between her parents that turned violent and little Lena walked in on the physical altercations, never allowed to show emotion towards it. Because if she cried, her mother got louder. And if her mother got louder, her father got more violent. The cycle going and going and going… but if Lena rubbed her eyes, yawned, and pretended she had woken from a bad dream, the fight would end. Her parents would take her to bed and get her back to sleep. Yeah, her Daddy’s breath smelled like whiskey. Yeah, her Mommy had blood on her teeth. But they weren’t fighting anymore.

  That’s what faking it did.

  It fixed a lot of things.

  Including this…

  Waking up in the clubhouse of Back Down Devil MC, the entire night was fresh on her mind. Leaving poor Annie and going to see Victor. Then running from Victor and that big lunk of an asshole. And finally… stabbing Victor and getting hit by the big lunk.