by London Casey
“Oh, fuck,” Jace said.
“Yeah,” Gaige said. “Anyone finds any of the Eight Under assholes, they call me.”
“Agreed,” Miller said. “I wouldn’t mind saying my peace to these guys too.” Miller cracked his large knuckles.
The meeting broke up with a nod. The table cleared out except for Gaige and Griffin. Griffin turned and wheeled his chair to a desk in the corner. He turned on a lamp and opened a folder.
Gaige finished his smoke and looked at Miller.
“Life decisions based on women…,” Miller said. “I mean, you get that, right?”
“This isn’t based on women,” Gaige said. “This is bullshit. Those fights are about money and respect. Our club relies on those fights for income. When the next one rolls around, are we going to be invited?”
Miller didn’t answer. “Sending a message will help.”
“Exactly. And if I can find a way to make this up to that woman, I will. She’s not like us, Miller. She’s not meant to live each day knowing someone could be killed. Or that she could be killed. I saw the look on her face when she saw the bullet holes in her friend’s back. I can’t take that memory away, but I can damn sure try to kill it.”
“Kill something to kill something,” Miller said.
“Our only way of life,” Gaige said.
Gaige patted Miller on the shoulder and walked out of the meeting room. He instantly heard the sounds of cheers and started to run. When he turned the corner, he saw Nate holding Jace by his throat against the wall.
“I’ll fucking break your neck,” Nate threatened.
“Fuck you,” Jace said as his face burned red. He threw his head forward and smashed Nate in the face.
“Whoa, stop this!” Gaige yelled.
“No, no, no,” Shay called out. “Let ‘em work it out. Come on boys.”
Nate let Jace go and stepped back. They slowly started to circle each other.
Fucking Nate.
The big guy had a big, broken heart and his bullshit bled into the club.
Jace took the first swing and connected with Nate’s chin. Nate spun and grabbed his face. Jace put his hands down and nodded. Nate made a fist, rings on, and slammed it against Jace. He went right down on his ass. Blood dripped down Nate’s face from his eye. Jace shook his head and blood sprayed on the floor.
“Done?” Nate asked.
“Are you?” Jace asked.
“I’m good,” Nate said. He offered his hand.
Jace took it and just like that, the fight was over. The two men went to opposite ends of the bar to soothe their wounds.
Gaige turned and walked away from the bar and club. He needed to check on Emily.
eight.
Emily sat on an old wooden desk chair and kept her hand closed tight around Rachel’s necklace. The room reminded her of a dorm room. But it was biker room, no doubt about it. Not the first one she ever saw, but definitely the most serious one. The logo for Back Down Devil MC appeared on one wall and pictures of Gaige and the crew hung randomly around the room. Most of the drawers of the two dressers were open and clothes hung out. The desk was the most organized part of the room. Gaige definitely conducted business in the room. That’s when Emily’s eyes came upon the bed. There was definitely more than one kind of business done in the room.
After sitting for a little while, trying to calm her mind (which was damn near impossible to actually do), there was a knock at the door. Emily froze and gripped the arms of the wooden chair. She wasn’t sure what her position was right then. Gaige had told her to stay put and just wait. He gave her his promise that he would return soon and they would then talk.
“Listen, baby, I know you’re in there,” a voice said. “I… I have to talk to you again.”
Emily swallowed, recognizing the voice as Blaine.
She slowly rose from the chair and walked to the door. Blaine began to gently tap on the door, humming, waiting for her to answer.
When Emily opened the door, Blaine put his hands up. “I just need to talk to you.”
“Where’s Gaige?”
“He’s in the meeting. I’m supposed to be there but fuck it. I’ve got other intentions for right now.”
“Okay.”
“I never meant to bring your friend into danger,” Blaine said. “It’s just swirling around my head. I can’t figure out why.”
“Maybe you feel guilty,” Emily said.
“No, I don’t feel guilty. I don’t think I’ve ever felt guilty.” Blaine blinked fast. It was obvious he was drunk or high. “I think I’m regretting not getting her pussy first.” He met eyes with Emily. “You know?”
Emily swallowed. She never met someone so disgusting in her life. “That’s what you wanted to say to me?”
“No,” Blaine said. “No. I’m sure Gaige has given you his word on things, and that’s good. His word is good. I’m going to give you mine, too, but I’m not as reliable. The only things I’m good at is fighting and fucking.”
“Thanks,” Emily said. “Thanks for saying that.”
“Now before Gaige takes his claim, baby, any chance you and I…”
Blaine put his hands to his hips and smiled. Emily gritted her teeth and slapped him across the face. He groaned and then started to laugh.
“Baby, I don’t know if that’s a yes or no. I like it…”
Emily slammed the door and locked it. “Get it?” she called out.
“Yeah. I’ll get it… somewhere else. Sleep tight, baby.”
Emily went back to the chair and sat down. She put her hands to her face and felt the cool touch of the necklace in her hand. She could smell the metal, maybe even smell the blood on it. She didn’t know. Tears came to her eyes again and she let them flow this time.
She wept until the door opened. When she jumped up, the chair crashed back to the desk. Gaige closed the door and stared at her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Emily held out the necklace and shook her head.
“Shit,” Gaige said. He took the necklace from her hand. He placed it on the desk and pulled her in for a hug. “It’s okay, beautiful. It’s okay. We’re going to figure this out. The decision has been made.”
“It doesn’t bring her back,” Emily whispered. “Her father…”
“Look at me,” Gaige ordered.
Emily looked up. Gaige took her face into his hands. “You have to realize what’s happening around you. You can go. Right now. But if you do, we’re going to trail you. Find out who you talk to you and why. If you stay, you have to listen to me. We grieve by the actions of our hands. Okay? You need to wash your hands of this right now, beautiful.”
Emily stared into his powerful eyes and knew that she was going to be there with him until they found the guys who shot at them and then probably kill them. That’s how this world worked. Justice wasn’t sought out in front of a judge and jury. It was like living as an outlaw. Justice was dealt from the heart, and that was scary because the heart can easily cloud the mind.
“Go. Now.” Gaige backed away from Emily and pointed to a partially opened door.
Emily walked into the bathroom and went to the sink. She looked at her hands and saw they were shaking. The necklace had left an impression on Rachel’s blood rubbed off onto her hand. Under Emily’s nails was more blood, from Blaine’s face. Emily turned on the water and began to wash her hands. She looked down into the sink and scrubbed hard. She wanted it all washed away, but not just from her hands. She wanted it washed away from her mind, too. She just wanted to go back to her job, matching rich men with beautiful women for a paycheck to survive and hide.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
When Emily looked up into the mirror, Gaige stood right behind her. She knew the look in his eyes and her body reacted long before her heart, and her mind, could.
Gaige stepped up behind Emily and touched her waist. She took a deep breath and didn’t move. Gaige came closer, gently pressing his body to hers. Their
eyes were connected through the reflection in the mirror. Emily became afraid to turn around, fearing that if she saw Gaige’s eyes without the reflection she would completely lose herself to him.
Gaige touched Emily’s arms and slowly slid down to her hands in the sink. The warm water hit both their hands. Gaige turned the water off and then interlocked his fingers to Emily’s and squeezed.
In her mind, Emily screamed not to do it. Not to give in to this. There was too much at stake already. Not only was the MC was going to track down the guys who killed Rachel. Gaige didn’t know that Emily’s ex was still coming after her. Nothing good could come of this.
Nothing…
Gaige pressed forward, offering his erection to Emily. She felt his hardness and she exhaled an obvious sigh. Emily caught herself leaning forward and thrusting her ass against Gaige. When she exhaled again, her breath gently fogged the mirror.
Gaige groaned and whispered, “Beautiful, this is your last chance. If you don’t leave… you’re going to be mine. Everything I say. Everything I do.”
Emily just froze. She didn’t reply.
Allowing her silence to be her ultimate answer, Emily could now only wait to see what Gaige would do and command of her.
He took his hands away from her hands. When he touched the button on her jeans, Emily shuddered and bit her lip. He moved fast, his eyes beady, his face intense. He pulled her jeans down and then stepped between them, forcing them down to her ankles.
“Out,” he growled. “Now.”
Emily hurried to kick off her shoes and step out of her jeans.
Gaige touched the back of her legs and slowly ran his calloused fingers up to her ass. He cupped her and smiled, then he grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Emily bent over, opening her legs.
“I can smell you, beautiful,” Gaige said. “And it’s all mine. From the fucking second I saw you, I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to lick your body and I wanted to watch you suck my cock. That’s what we’re going to do. Got that?”
“Yes,” Emily whispered.
One of Gaige’s hands traced the line of Emily’s panties before going down into them. His stronger finger cut between her soft lips and followed along her moist pussy. His finger curled and began to gently massage her hole.
“Fuck, you’re tight, beautiful,” Gaige said. “How long has it been?”
“A long time,” Emily said.
“Months?”
Emily nodded.
“Damn. That’s virginal for me.”
Emily swallowed. Her heart pounded. Gaige forced his finger deeper into her. She clenched hard around his finger, feeling him inside her, all the way until she felt his ring touch her. Emily moaned and jumped.
“Oh, you like that?” Gaige asked. “You like my rings, beautiful?”
“Yes,” Emily said.
“Good,” Gaige soon. “I’ll get there soon for you.”
Gaige then had his hands on Emily’s panties. He pulled and wrestled them away from her melting body. They were down to her knees and once again, Gaige stepped between her legs, now forcing her panties down. Emily kicked them off and was able to spread her legs as wide as Gaige needed.
Emily watched Gaige disappear in the mirror. His hands were cupped back against her ass, lifting and spreading her wide. The appearance of Gaige’s warm breath between her legs made Emily shudder. She couldn’t believe she was allowing this to happen. But she wanted it. She wanted it because she needed it. The flurry of desire soared through her body. The protection and touch of a strong biker like Gaige wouldn’t take away everything she had seen, but it would definitely help her feel more alive.
When Gaige flicked his tongue against the soft folds of Emily’s body, she groaned. His next lick was deeper, the tip of his tongue crawling across her pussy slowly and with erotic seduction. Emily bent her knees, wanting more.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Gaige growled.
Gaige went back to work, his tongue faster, tasting all of Emily. She felt the penetration and started to cry out when Gaige took his tongue away. His thumbs then began to massage and spreading her more and more. Emily’s body began to shake as she felt desperate to come.
“Not yet, beautiful,” Gaige warned. “I need you to turn around and look at me.”
Emily slowly turned, barely keeping her balance. She stared down at the hot biker before her. His strong hand, filled with rings, her thighs. She was officially lost in Gaige.
Gaige slid his hands up and opened Emily’s legs with care. With his right thumb, he flicked her clit and smiled. Emily groaned and thrust.
“You like that?”
“Please… yes…”
“Fucking beg me again,” Gaige said.
“Do that again, please.”
Gaige brought his thumb back down, applying hard pressure to her clit. Emily’s body shook again. She was on the verge of climax, but each time Gaige took his fingers away the urge calmed. She needed him to touch her to make her come.
“You’re going to come soon,” Gaige said. “Trust me, beautiful. You’re going to come so hard, you’re going to collapse into my arms.”
Emily’s lips quivered. Gaige had his hands at her inner thighs, holding her legs open. He came forward again and began to move left to right with his tongue. He was fast and perfect. Even the rough and mild tickling of his facial hair to her body made her toes curl. Gaige suddenly slowed and gently worked up to her clit. There, he suckled her, pulling hard, his teeth grinding against such a sensitive spot, bringing Emily to the brink of climax.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Gaige… fuck…”
“Good girl,” Gaige said and moved away. “You’re so fucking close for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please… just…”
Gaige made a fist and showed it to Emily. She sucked in a breath and her words, unsure what the gesture meant. He pointed to his pointer finger where he wore a big skull ring. Emily’s mouth fell open when she realized what he was about to do to her. Coming forward with his fist, Gaige pressed the big ring to her clit. The pressure was intense. The ring was cold for a few seconds before Emily’s body and wetness warmed it. As Gaige slowly turned his hand, the cuts in the ring began to move against Emily’s clit. She cried out and forced herself to watch. Gaige stared up at her with an angry look on his face.
It was sexy. It was trouble. Emily was climaxing and now she wouldn’t be able to stop. Gaige continued to move the skull ring against her tender clit. Emily finally broke free of her orgasmic barrier. She came with force, bending her knees for relief. But Gaige didn’t let up. He drove the ring harder against her. He put his other hand to her lower stomach and held her in place as she came. Her pussy ached and throbbed, leaking on Gaige’s ring, finger, and even his hand. She tried to speak, but only gentle moans escaped. At one point the entire room began to spin. When it came back into focus, Gaige took his hand away.
“I’ll catch you, beautiful,” Gaige said as she stood up.
Emily released her hold on the bathroom counter and as promised by Gaige, she fell forward right into his arms.
Her head was buried in his chest as she struggled to control her breathing.
“It’s okay,” Gaige said. “I warned you. Now you need to suck me.”
Gaige took Emily by the shoulders and gently helped her to her knees. With her heart pounding and her hands still shaking, Emily reached for Gaige’s pants. She was eye level with a belt buckle. She touched it and pulled but her strength was gone.
“I’ll help this time,” Gaige said. He put a finger under Emily’s chin. “Only because you’re learning.”
Gaige yanked the belt buckle and then unzipped his jeans. He dropped his pants and boxers, allowing an amazing thick cock to pop free. Emily stared at him. Gaige didn’t have a second to waste as he gripped the root of his dick and thrust forward, touching Emily’s lips. It snapped her out of her orgasmic and erotic trance. She wrapped her hand around Gaige and started to stroke him. Her mouth watered wi
th excitement as her mind wondered just how she was supposed to fit something that large in her mouth.
“It’s time, beautiful,” Gaige said. “I’m throbbing for your mouth. Taste me.”
Emily opened her mouth and slid her lips over the tip of him. She moved down and pulled back. The head of his cock was succulent. It made her lips tingle and her mouth ache for more. She went back down, taking more of Gaige into her mouth. When she tried to pull back she suddenly felt resistance.
It was Gaige’s hand.
“I don’t play fucking games,” he said. “You suck my cock when I tell you to. Suck my cock, beautiful.”
Gaige gently thrust forward. Emily’s mouth stretched and her eyes widened. More and more of Gaige’s amazing body slid into her mouth. He finally let out a grunt and started to pull back. Emily’s body shook. Her body was beginning to panic for fear of not being able to breathe.
But she fought it off.
“That’s what I fucking expect,” Gaige said. “Try again.”
He took his hand away from her head, trusting Emily to do right by him this time. Emily didn’t want to let him down again. Her hand gripped tight at the base of his erection. Her mouth was ready this time and she moved down his thick shaft with more speed and force, taking all she could handle. She pulled back and when she felt the tip touch her lips, she moved right back down again. Emily looked up at Gaige and his dominating eyes pierced through her.
The faster she moved the thicker he became. Emily’s saliva had coated Gaige enough that it was easier now to taste him. Back and forth, her lips memorized the shape of his thickness. Emily’s body was wet again. She had her knees tight together and she felt herself throbbing, wanting Gaige to touch her again.
“I’m going to come, beautiful,” Gaige warned.
He placed a hand to the back of Emily’s head again and started to grunt each time she pulled back. Gaige stiffened and his body thrust at her.
“That’s it,” Gaige said, “keep going…”
Emily groaned and tried to move faster. She closed her eyes but Gaige wasn’t having it.
“Fucking look at me when I come in your mouth,” he ordered.
Emily opened her eyes and Gaige let out a long groan. He thrust hard at her and started to come. The warm release spurted inside Emily’s mouth. She kept her lips tight around Gaige as she moved, pulling back each time he came, accepting his orgasm over and over.
