by London Casey
“Beautiful, I need to know where you want to go,” Gaige said.
“To your room,” Emily said. “I can’t go to my apartment.”
“Fuck. Are you in danger?”
Emily’s eyes filled with tears again.
“Fuck,” Gaige said.
He started the bike and pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse. He felt Emily’s head against his back. He didn’t care; it wouldn’t be the first time tears fell upon his leather.
Gaige stopped the motorcycle and took Emily by the hand. He took her right where she wanted to go. Gaige opened the door to his room and Emily rushed inside. She was hugging herself again.
“You’re afraid,” Gaige said. “What the fuck happened at work today?”
“Just too much,” Emily said.
Gaige spun Emily around. “Talk to me. Fuck.”
“No. I’m not going to hurt anyone else. It’s bad enough Rachel is dead.”
“That wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have forced her to stay home. Her father came to see me.”
“Wait a second,” Gaige said. “Her father? Bob Strokner?”
“How did you…”
“Oh fuck,” Gaige whispered. He backed away and ran a hand through his hair. “Police were here today. Questioning us. Gave us a friendly tip that Strokner would be coming to town. That he would investigate…”
“He’s here,” Emily said. “He knows everything.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Nothing, I swear.”
“Good.”
“But he’s smart. He’ll figure it out. He’ll know I lied. What if… I have to go.”
Emily took one step and Gaige was there to stop her.
“Like fuck you’ll go. You’re staying.”
“No. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“You gave that up last night. I warned you.”
Gaige wasn’t afraid of Emily. Her eyes were deep and full of pain. She could try to act tough and angry, but it didn’t mean shit to him. When Emily slapped him across the face, Gaige didn’t move. When she attacked his chest with punches, he accepted them all.
Over and over, groaning as she attacked him, Gaige waited as long as he could. When she slapped him a second time, Gaige lifted Emily by the waist and tossed her to the bed. She cried out and bounced, then fought her way off the bed. She lunged at the door but Gaige was quicker. His arms wrapped around Emily and he lifted her. She kicked but he wasn’t letting her go.
“You’re not leaving,” Gaige said. “Not on my fucking watch. You belong here. Tell me what else is going on.”
“Fuck you,” Emily said. “I won’t hurt anyone else.”
“I’ll stand like this all fucking day.”
Emily came to a sudden stop. Her body went limp. She began to cry. Gaige walked her to a chair and sat her down.
“Are you done now?” he asked.
She looked at him. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“What else happened?”
“I’m hiding, Gaige,” Emily said.
“Hiding? What the fuck does that mean?”
“That means there’s a reason why I keep to myself. I’m hiding from someone.”
“Who?”
“Someone who found me today.”
“Enough bullshit,” Gaige said. “Talk.”
“I was involved with a guy in northern California. Five years ago. He was third in line at the table.”
“You were with another club?” Gaige asked.
“I was with someone in a club. I had no real idea of all that came with it. But it was real. It was intense.”
Gaige crouched down and touched Emily’s waist. “Tell me everything right now.”
“He got into drugs. It went against the club, but he didn’t care. He had other guys involved, too. The drugs made money but the drugs he took made him into a monster.”
“He fucking hurt you?”
Emily looked down.
“I’ll kill him,” Gaige said. “For you.”
“He’s a bad man,” Emily said. “One night when he came home I told him I was pregnant, so he wouldn’t hit me.”
“Pregnant?”
“I wasn’t though,” Emily said. “But it hit a nerve with him. He confessed to me he lost his mother, father, and baby brother in an accident when he was a kid. I think he thought me being pregnant would replace his little brother. I had to leave him though. I couldn’t take it. So I told him one night to get really high and celebrate and he did. When he passed out, I left. I went north and let him chase me. He threatened me, over and over, telling me he would kidnap me, let me have his baby, and then kill me. I pretended to slip up and made him believe I was going into Canada. That’s when I took a flight south to Los Angeles and then came here to Frelen.”
“Why here?” Gaige asked.
“Small, quiet, and near a beach.”
“And he fucking found you?”
“He came into my office today.”
“Fuck,” Gaige said. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, but he has a woman.”
“Kidnapped?”
“Technically, no,” Emily said. “He called me and I set him up with the woman. Belle.”
“What the fuck?”
“He used a fake name, Gaige. This was all a setup. To scare me.”
Gaige saw Emily’s lip quiver as tears came to her eyes again.
Fuck, she was beyond petrified of this asshole. That didn’t sit well with Gaige. He wouldn’t allow Emily to be in fear like this. Not because of some fucking guy.
“What did he say to you when he saw you?” Gaige asked.
Emily shook her head.
“I don’t play games,” Gaige said. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you. If you don’t want my fucking help, you know where the door is. I’ll have Blaine take you to your apartment.”
Emily wiped her cheeks.
Gaige closed his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t in the business of wasting time. It was sometimes best to just spill words instead of waiting.
“I want to help you,” Gaige whispered. “I want to protect you. I never want to see you in fear like this ever again. But I can’t…”
“He said he’s going to fucking kill me,” Emily yelled. “Okay? Fucking kill me. And he looked at me with those eyes… those same eyes when he used to hurt me.”
Emily hurried to stand, kneeing Gaige in the face. He fell back to his ass and Emily gasped. Gaige touched his lip and looked at the blood on his finger. He licked his lip, tasting his own blood.
“You better sit the fuck down, beautiful,” he said.
Emily started to sit, but Gaige stopped her.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ll tell you when to sit,” he said. “First, you’re going to take your pants and panties off.”
“I’m… what?”
“You heard what I fucking said, beautiful. Now.”
Gaige waited without much patience and luckily for Emily, she was fast to listen. She opened her pants and slowly pushed them down. She kicked off her shoes as Gaige gripped her waist to help her balance. Then came her panties. Gaige smiled as Emily took them off. The revealing of her tender pink skin was enough to make him forget about everything outside his room. What the fuck did life matter if he had pussy like this in front of him?
“Sit,” Gaige ordered.
Emily sat down in the chair and Gaige pushed open her legs. He ran his hands up her legs and allowed his thumbs to touch her warm center. He made circles and added pressure right from the go. Emily clamped her hands on the arms of the chair and started to thrust.
“That’s a good girl,” Gaige whispered. “Give yourself to me.”
Emily groaned.
Gaige slid both thumbs deep into her. He couldn’t believe how fucking tight she still was. Gently, Gaige pulled his thumbs apart, feeling the resistance of Emily’s body. She slumped down in the chair, lifting her lower half, and rocking towa
rd him.
As Gaige slid one thumb out of Emily, he moved up and found her pearly clit. He flicked it with his thumb and watched Emily’s body react. Then with small circles and a light pressure, Gaige pleasured Emily’s clit. Her body started to shake almost instantly. Her breathing grew heavy. She stared down at Gaige’s hands, her mouth open, on the verge of coming.
“Not yet, beautiful,” Gaige ordered. “Save that orgasm for my cock.”
Gaige backed up to the bed. He sat down and nodded. He wanted to feel her tight body wrap around him.
Then he would take care of her ex.
fourteen.
When Gaige removed his hands from Emily’s body, she thought she was going to go into complete shock. Between her legs, she continued to throb as though he was still there. Her legs felt weak. Her heart pounded. Her mouth was dry. Gaige sat on the bed waiting. He was the epitome of a badboy biker, the one who would be in control of Emily’s body, and her life.
Emily slowly rose from the chair and walked to Gaige. He leaned back and nodded.
“You know what to do, beautiful,” he said.
Emily reached down and touched Gaige. She felt the thickness of his body. He was so hard. And Emily, of course, was so wet. She lifted his shirt and she could see muscle and skin. Emily pulled at Gaige’s belt buckle, opening it. As Emily pulled at Gaige’s jeans and boxers, she watched him pop free.
“Oh,” Emily managed to whimper at the sight of Gaige’s bare cock.
The definition was incredibly perfect. Gaige didn’t touch himself, he simply stared at Emily. She reached for the nightstand and took out a condom. Her hands were shaking as she sheathed Gaige’s body.
“Now let me feel that tight pussy,” Gaige said.
Emily shuddered and stepped forward. She slowly climbed the bed and positioned herself over Gaige. She looked at his big, strong hands on the bed. The rings on his fingers. She was in control now. As Emily lowered herself, she reached for her hair and pulled it back.
“Fuck, you really are beautiful,” Gaige said.
The tip of Gaige’s cock touched Emily. She bit her lip, trying to prepare for the pressure. Gaige slowly entered her. Halfway down, Emily had the sudden urge to lift up. She needed the relief, even for a second. She lifted her body and cried out. When she came back down on Gaige, she went down as far as she could. The intense feeling made her feel almost paralyzed. As she collapsed forward, Gaige sat up, wrapping his arms tight around her body.
“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he whispered.
His hands slid down to Emily’s ass, cupping her. He began to ease her up and down. Emily felt her body moving, and Gaige’s hands commanded her to fuck him. Each time he lowered Emily, Gaige thrust up, making sure he was as deep as he could. Every movement made her body feel as though she were going to come with immense force.
Gaige put his nose to Emily’s neck. Each breath tickled her with warm air. When she shuddered, her body tightened. Gaige groaned as he fucked her tight body over and over.
Emily took control by putting her hands on Gaige’s shoulders and bounced as hard as she could. Her hair was a mess and now she stared down into his eyes. Those deep, protective eyes.
“I love your pussy,” Gaige said.
It was romantic, no matter how dirty it sounded.
Gaige lifted Emily’s shirt and touched her lower stomach.
“It’s time for you to come, beautiful,” Gaige said. “I want to feel you squeeze it all right out of me.”
“Okay,” Emily whispered.
Emily felt Gaige’s thumb touch her clit and she cried out.
“That’s right,” Gaige said.
Emily moved harder and faster. She worked the pace of Gaige’s finger. Fuck, it was amazing how he could command her with just one finger.
It took only a few seconds for Emily to reach climax. She dug her fingers into Gaige’s leather cut. Her body tightened and began to shake as she came.
“Oh, fuck,” Gaige growled. “How fucking tight can you get?”
Emily moaned as she kept moving. She rocked back and forth as hard as she could. She loved the thick pressure of Gaige pushing against her walls as she clenched his shaft.
“I’m going to come now,” Gaige warned.
His hands gripped her waist tight and held her steady. Emily felt the spurge of Gaige’s body. Even though he was just filling a condom, Emily felt him throbbing and releasing, over and over. Each time he throbbed, Emily throbbed. When she felt the second orgasm suddenly attack her body, she screamed out Gaige’s name.
Gaige hugged her tight and pulled her mouth down to his. He kissed her deeply through the second orgasm. It was as intense as the first. By the time Emily’s body had a chance to calm down, she was completely drained of all energy.
Gaige lifted Emily off him and put her on the bed. He stood up and lifted his boxers and jeans.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he said. “How does that feel now? A little more calm?”
Emily nodded. She pulled the sheet over her body. “Yes.”
“Booze and sex. That’s what we rely on.”
Emily watched as Gaige collected himself. He opened his leather cut and took out a handgun. Emily stiffened. Gaige put the gun on the desk and then took off his leather cut. He crawled in bed and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close.
Her back was to him and Gaige ran his hand down her arm and then interlocked his fingers with hers.
“Don’t hide shit from me,” Gaige said. “Ever.”
“Okay. I’m sorry… I just never thought…”
“There’s a lot going on right now at once,” Gaige said. “It’s hard to think about, but this is our life. The police are always looking to break our balls. Some asshole is always looking to rattle us. And other clubs want to get in on our dealings. It’s a long life to live that can be cut short in seconds. I promise you, beautiful, I will fix everything.”
“I trust you,” Emily said.
“Your friend took a shit ton of bullets that would have killed Blaine,” Gaige said. “To me, she deserves a proper burial. She won’t get it, but I will make sure her death isn’t without revenge.”
“Her father is powerful.”
“So am I,” Gaige whispered.
Emily shivered. Gaige was beyond sexy. He was dangerous and Emily couldn’t get enough of it.
“Tell me his name,” Gaige said.
Emily licked her lips. She didn’t want to speak his name.
“Tell me,” Gaige said.
“M… Max,” Emily said.
“Max,” Gaige said. He opened his hand and slid his fingers back up Emily’s arm. He then pointed to the gun on the desk. “I’m going to fucking kill him. Do you understand that?”
Emily closed her eyes for a second. She tried to wrap her mind around what Gaige just said. She trusted him, yes, but Max was a crazy man.
Gaige touched Emily’s face and slowly turned her body. He kissed her, once, and then rolled from the bed. He put his leather cut back on and then took the handgun and hid it in his leather.
“What are you doing now?” Emily asked.
“Going to save that girl,” Gaige said. “You actually think Max paid for her escort services to use them?”
Emily sat up and shook her head. “No…”
“He’s going to get to you by fucking with your head. If he killed that girl, what would it mean for you? Your job? That company?”
“Gaige…”
“It’s handled,” Gaige said. “Where did he take the girl?”
“Belle?” Emily asked. She closed her eyes and pictured the schedule. The black book. Where the clients had to list where they were taking… “The hotel at the end of town. We keep a block of rooms as business rooms. Fifth floor. Room 512.”
“Okay.”
“But why would he actually take her there? If he was going to hurt her…”
“You stay right here. I’ll be back.”
As Emily watched Gaige walk out of the
bedroom, she wanted to be afraid. She wanted to worry. But she couldn’t… she was unbelievably turned on by him.
fifteen.
Gaige found Blaine nursing a beer at the bar. He looked a little dazed as he picked at the label.
“What’s wrong?” Gaige asked.
“Thinking,” Blaine said.
“About?”
“That hard on I had this morning. What a fucking waste. By my own hand? I don’t know, bro, I feel like I’m slipping.”
“Christ.”
“No, get this… I get a woman shot up and then I get a hard on that I have to take care of on my own. That’s like a fucking sign, bro, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not,” Gaige said. He patted Blaine on the back. “Come on, I need your help with something.”
“I don’t know, man,” Blaine said.
“What if I said there was pussy involved in this?” Gaige asked.
Blaine jumped up and smiled. He downed the entire beer in one gulp and then slammed the bottle on the bar.
“Pussy? Let’s ride, bro.”
Gaige laughed. That was one way to get Blaine’s attention and keep it.
A few minutes later they were on their motorcycles, cruising the streets, cutting in and out of other vehicles as needed. Gaige hoped they would get there in time to save Belle. A dead escort would put heat on the business and once they figured out Emily was tied to another dead body and Back Down Devil MC, she would be ruined and the club would come under fire, again.
Blaine rode alongside Gaige as they pulled around back of the hotel. It was the largest hotel in town, mostly used as Emily said, for business. It’s where a lot of big wigs came to get their rocks off.
Gaige climbed off his motorcycle and Blaine was right with him. They went through a side door to the emergency steps. They took them two at a time, up to the fifth floor. In silence, they cut down the hall, drawing their weapons, ready for all hell to break loose if need be.
They found the room and Gaige put his ear to the door.
He heard the muffled sound of a woman’s voice crying.
“Fuck,” Gaige whispered. “She’s crying.”
“We don’t have a card to get in,” Blaine said.
“Fuck the card,” Gaige said.
