AN OUTLAW MONSTER (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by London Casey

  “So then let me shoot him,” Jasper said. “Then Trent can stand over the body with the gun. We can call Bryant.”

  “Enough,” I ordered. “I’ll face my father. I’ll take care of it. But I want my demands met.”

  “Your demands?” Trev asked.

  “Yeah. For this club. I want the guns free and clear. And I want the O’Nuall family to pull Night Soul into the deal.”

  “What?” Jasper asked.

  “We end it,” I said. “Everything with Ripper ends with this. So if Night Soul wants guns…”

  “Christ,” Trev said. “We go through hell and just give it all away?”

  “No,” I said. “We end this.” I rose up. “I have to take care of my old lady again. We’ll bring this to the table for a vote. I’ll get in touch with my father and feel him out. The way I see it, we have to do this to put the power back in our hands. If Garvan and Bryant want to see the monster and see how ruthless I am and we are, then we do that. Emotions have to be put aside.”

  “Says the man who is suddenly engaged,” Trev said.

  “What if Bryant said to kill Harlee?” Jasper asked.

  I looked at the VP. “Luckily he didn’t do that.”

  “But he might,” Trev said.

  “Then we face that problem then,” I said. “We’ve got Night Soul on the ropes. They lost a member by running their mouths to the O’Nuall family. Now they have a member running rogue. They pose no threat.”

  “They will when they get their guns,” Jasper said.

  “Bring it to the table,” I said. “Okay, Prez?” I looked right at Trev.

  “You know, you’re playing a really fucked up game here, Trent,” Trev said as he stood up. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  “I’m in complete control.”

  “I would hate to have to cut that enforcer patch off your dead ass,” Trev said. “But I will if I need to.”

  “Nothing to worry about.”

  “Actually, there is,” Jasper said. “That down payment we talked about? Garvan wants it in two days.”

  “How much?” I asked.

  “More than we have,” Trev said. “Cade’s been going through the numbers and we’re tapped. Ripper really left things in shambles. We could rebuild legit, but that’ll take time. Plus, that cash we need to keep on the books to keep the other side of the law happy. This needs to be dirty money.”

  “Don’t say drugs,” I said. “We go that path…”

  “No,” Trev said.

  Jasper grabbed my shoulder. “We need the monster… the enforcer…”

  “To do what?” I asked. “Want me to knock off some gas stations?”

  Trev smirked. “It’s going to take more than that.”

  “You’re going to be famous with some Russians.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “A crew is passing through, on their way to Vegas to collect on some debts. Really dirty stuff, but they have cash to burn. They want to see if my enforcer can take down their enforcer.”

  “Shit,” I said. “You’re talking a fight.”

  “Yeah,” Trev said. “In a ring. With no rules. No boxing gloves.”

  “Bare knuckles,” I said.

  “For the club, brother,” Jasper said. “There’s no other choice right now. We get this money and get the O’Nuall family in line.”

  “Fine,” I said. “I’ll do this. But when it’s time to talk at the table, I want all ears and I want weight.”

  “Stacking the votes?” Trev asked. “That’s not how my club is going to function.”

  “It’s not stacking the votes when it’s the right thing.”

  “Go enjoy your fresh pussy,” Trev said. “I’ll let you know when we ride. We’re going to meet up a little south with our overseas brothers. It’s also a good time to get in their graces because they’ve had a long standing war with the O’Nuall family. Helps to have them on our side.”

  “By knocking out their enforcer?” I asked.

  “Show of power, brother,” Trev said. “Like you said.”

  “Yeah, Prez. You got it.”

  “Let’s get out of here,” Trev said. “Eden wants me back home.”

  “Crack that whip,” Jasper said.

  “Trust me, the things she does,” Trev said. “Not to mention she’s desperate to get that baby out…”

  “That’s enough for me,” I said. “Get out.”

  Trev knocked his hand on the table like it was a gavel, ending a meeting. “I’m sorry it’s come down to all of this, Trent.”

  “I’m not,” I said. “It’s the life we live. It’s why I wear this leather cut and have earned this enforcer’s patch.”

  That was finally the end of the conversation.

  They left and I walked down the hall. When I heard that the water was no longer running, I went to the bedroom. The door was halfway open and I paused, catching sight of Harlee. She stood at the mirror, wearing nothing but panties and a tight tank top. She had a brush in her hand and wrestled with some knots as she brushed her wet hair.

  I caught myself grabbing at the wall, gritting my teeth. She was damn beautiful. Straight out of the shower she still looked like a dream. Her hair was darker when wet and twisted up in tight curls at the ends.

  Why the fuck was I noticing small shit like that?

  I forced my eyes down. The sliver of skin between the bottom of her shirt and her panties made my cock fill up a little. Her ass pushed out of her panties at the sides and had perfect curves, plenty to grab onto. Hell, my hands had grabbed onto that ass when I was pumping in and out of her.

  Fuck, Trent…

  I hit my hand to the door and opened it.

  Harlee turned and smiled at me. “Hey.”

  “They’re gone now, darling. Just so you know.”

  She nodded. “Trent…”

  “No, Harlee.”

  “I heard about Daxton. And your father.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  Another good reason why I didn’t let women get too close to me.

  “It’s nothing,” I said.

  Harlee put the brush down and faced me. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits formed and pressed against the tank top. I could see the outlines of her nipples, two nubs calling for attention - and not just from my eyes either.

  She was innocence, danger, and sex all rolled into one.

  My heart raced, pumping blood to my dick.

  “It can’t be nothing if it’s true,” she said. “Daxton is scary.”

  “Not as scary as me, darling,” I said. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

  “Are you going to kill your father?”

  “Christ,” I said. “I’m not talking about this right now.”

  “Trent…”

  I stepped forward. Harlee pulled away.

  What the fuck, darling?

  “You’re afraid of me now?” I asked.

  “Tell me.”

  I moved in on Harlee, putting her in a corner in the bedroom. She lifted her leg like she wanted to kick me in the balls. I grabbed her, my right hand behind her leg, near her ass, my other hand to her ribs, holding her.

  My cock throbbed in my jeans, wanting to come out and come inside her again.

  “Am I going to kill my father? Yes. Do I have a choice? Not really, darling. Either way, his time is up. It’s been up for a long time. When I was ten years old, two men broke my father’s hands for not paying a gambling debt. They stole our TV, raided my room, and took twenty dollars I had saved up cutting grass. I called one of the guy’s an asshole and you know what he did? He twisted my wrist like it was a twig and snapped it. That’s what my father did to me. I have no love lost, Harlee. Now go the fuck to sleep because shit is about to get real crazy.”

  “Trent… I didn’t…”

  “Exactly,” I said. “I already told you… when you need to know, I’ll tell you.”

  I backed away from Harlee and guided her to her dresser. I stood behind her, faci
ng the mirror. I grabbed the brush and turned it around. I placed it to the back of her thigh and ran it up to her ass.

  “Do what I say or I will punish you, darling,” I whispered.

  I smelled her hair and it was delicious.

  Her face turned a deep red.

  I brought the brush back and tapped it off her ass, making her jump.

  I put the brush in her hand and leaned down, gently kissing her shoulder.

  I had to get the fuck out of the bedroom, even with my dick raging for attention.

  I’d done enough damage for one day.

  I had the rest of Harlee’s life to destroy next.

  twenty-four.

  (harlee)

  I couldn’t sleep.

  The lights were off. The room was still. I wasn’t afraid of anything in the apartment, not even Trent. I truly trusted him. In my mind I couldn’t understand what he was going through with all on his plate. The enforcer patch on his leather cut seemed to come with such an amazing honor yet responsibility. He had to somehow settle deals with outside crews and kill his own father?

  It made me shiver.

  I reached out and turned on the nightstand light.

  The bed felt wrong being half empty. Hell, it wasn’t even my bed. I really couldn’t remember the last time I had a bed of my own. A place of my own. Something that resembled home.

  I kicked the covers off my body and left the bedroom.

  I wasn’t done with Trent and I couldn’t stand not being near him. If he wanted to spank me with my own brush, then do it. I just wanted to get a better understanding of the man I was falling for.

  I was falling for Trent.

  That was just insane. And probably very wrong.

  How far would the engagement thing go? Would I seriously end up in the middle of some outlaw wedding just to appease Trent and his motorcycle club? If that were to even be remotely true, then I needed more information. If I was going to be his old lady and take care of him, he needed to drop the burden on me.

  These were all the thoughts that empowered me as I walked the hall toward the living room. I expected to find Trent sitting up, awake, thinking.

  Instead, he was sleeping.

  How the hell could a man sleep with knowing he had to kill his own father?

  When I got to the couch and looked down, I bit my lip. Trent had his leather cut off. He also had his shirt off. He was just laying there on the couch with no shirt on. The beast, the monster, sleeping so peacefully - with a gun in his left hand. My eyes looked down to where his jeans started. Fuck, he had those super hot cuts of muscles that ran from each side of his body right down into his jeans.

  I watched his stomach rise and fall a few times.

  I couldn’t take it anymore.

  Slowly, I reached for his gun. I managed to slip it out of his hand and held it tight in my hand. I quietly reached back and put it down to the table. Then I set my attention on his jeans. My hands were eager, jumpy, my body ready for more of him.

  Yeah, I know, I came out of the bedroom to talk to him, but that was on the back burner for now. I couldn’t pass up the chance to feel him again. To taste those muscles and to let my tongue slide along his cock until he was rock hard and pulsing in my mouth again.

  I dropped to my knees next to the couch and managed to get his jeans open without waking him. I pulled his jeans and boxers down, watching the thick root of his cock appear. The more I pulled at his jeans, the more cock there was to see. It felt like it would never end so I reached and grabbed him. He was already mostly hard. It made me blush, knowing he slept like this. He was a total bad ass guy and I fucking never wanted someone so bad in my life.

  My hand stroked him a few times and he started to move. He groaned under his breath and opened his eyes just as I positioned my mouth over him. He seemed surprised and I grinned… then my mouth went right to work.

  **

  My eyes didn’t leave his. My mouth devoured as much as I could fit. I tasted the hard steel like skin of his shaft. When I pulled back, my lips eased against the fleshy head of his cock. I made circles around it, trying to coax out something to swallow down.

  “Fuck, darling,” Trent growled.

  His hand then took a handful of my hair and pulled.

  I let out a groan.

  “Get the fuck up here, right now.”

  I stood up and Trent’s hand ran down my body. His fingers curled around my panties and pulled, ripping at me, wanting them off. So I hurried to strip down and step out of my panties. His fingers slipped between my legs and touched me.

  “Shit, darling, you’re dripping,” he whispered.

  “Yes,” I purred. “Take care of me, Trent.”

  “I won’t let that honey go to waste.”

  He reached with both hands and pulled at me. He pulled me to the couch and toward his face! I fell forward and grabbed the couch, letting out a yell. I had no choice but to straddle the couch, Trent’s hands gripping my ass and wanting me at his mouth.

  “Holy shit,” I said.

  “Come here, darling,” he said. “I’m thirsty.”

  I bent my legs and came down at him. My mouth fell open and the second I felt his tongue lick me, I lost my breath. My hips thrust against his tongue and he slipped inside me. As he made big circles, I rocked myself back and forth. His fingers dug harder into my ass, guiding me back and forth. He lifted his head and put his lips together, now focusing on my clit. I was in his mouth as he sucked hard. I felt the scruff of his face touch me everywhere between my legs, leaving a tingling mix of roughness and tickling.

  My legs started to quiver as he ate me, tasting all of my wetness, savoring my body like no man had ever come close to doing.

  My right hand gripped the back of the couch. My left hand touched just next to his head. I lifted myself and lowered, thrusting my body at his mouth, letting him fuck me with his tongue and lips.

  His deadly eyes stared straight up at me. Even though I was the one on top of his mouth, he was still in complete control. I would never win against him, ever. And that was okay with me. As long as he did this to me, I was fine with it all.

  His hand spread across my ass and he started to drive me harder against his mouth. I felt the rush deep inside me and knew what he wanted. All of me. He wanted me to come. His thumbs started to creep around and hooked against my hips. Now he dragged me back and forth even faster against his working tongue. In me, circling, out, up to my clit, right back down again. Over and over.

  I started to moan, unable to control myself. I looked down at him, my hair falling in my face. I hurried to slide my hand through my hair to push it back. Then I touched my chest, over my tank top. I squeezed my left breast. Not good enough. I grabbed the strings of the tank and ripped them off my shoulders. I pulled my top down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were wildly hard, my orgasm just seconds away.

  Trent stayed right there with me, bringing me to the edge.

  The second I started to come, I pressed with my left leg, trying to stand up. Trent let me go and I stood there, hovering over his mouth, my pussy quivering as I came.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  I started to lower down but Trent grabbed me and pushed me away. I let out a cry as he sat up and placed me right on his cock. He reached between his legs and held his steel rod tight and nodded to me.

  “Right now,” he said.

  My legs were still shaking and my body was not ready to be that full again.

  But I wanted it so fucking bad.

  I lowered down and let out a scream as he entered me.

  He took his hand away from his cock and reached for my breasts. He cupped my left breast and let out a deep growl.

  “Fuck, darling. So fucking wet and tight.”

  “Fill me,” I said. “Fill me, Trent.”

  He spread his hand across my lower back and pressed, bringing me down on him.

  The second I was impossibly full, I bit down on his shoulder and screamed.

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p; Trent leaned back on the couch and put his hands to the outside of my thighs. I lifted and lowered myself, feeling my orgasm not stopping. It was like one after another, boom boom, my insides feeling like they were going to explode.

  I leaned forward and put my hands to Trent’s broad shoulders and started to ride him. My body eased into the thickness of his cock and more than welcomed him. I felt every perfect inch of him pull out and thrust back up in. Over and over.

  His hands took turns cupping my breasts and sliding down to my hips to guide me at a different pace. The next time his hands moved from my breasts, however, they moved up. His fingers touched my neck and dug at me, pulling me down to him. Our lips were suddenly an inch apart and then a few seconds later, we were kissing. I could taste my own body on his lips and tongue. That sweetness he craved so badly was now in my mouth. It made my body shiver again and I started to fuck him harder.

  With his left hand at my face, commanding the kiss, his right hand moved to my lower back, pushing at me, forcing me to grind on him harder. As I did, I felt the amazing definition of his shaft and the thick head of his cock sliding inside me. Just as I braced myself for another orgasm, Trent lifted his lower body and broke our kiss so he could groan. His teeth were gritted as he started to come inside me. My hips jerked and started to jump, a natural reaction to make room because my body was just so full. But Trent kept me on him, his cock pulsing deep inside me. I slowly lifted and lowered myself, sighing each time he came. Our lips were touching but we weren’t kissing. That feeling of his lips against mine… fuck, it was so good.

  When he was finished, I lowered my head to his chest. One of his hands went into my hair while the other stayed on my back, just resting there.

  “Darling, we’re not going to talk about it,” he whispered. “I have to do what’s best for my club.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, no longer in the mood to fight him on anything. My body was so warm and tingling. Plus, I was on his naked body. It was heaven.

  “I will tell you this,” he said, “everything is going to work out. It’s hard to explain what happened to this club right before you got here. All the bad shit. We almost lost everything because of one person. That can’t happen ever again. Everything you’ve heard is true and you just need to accept it. Harlee, look at me, darling.”