RIDING DARKNESS (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novella)

by Casey, London

  eight.

  “To Gunner,” Miller said. He lifted a fresh beer.

  Ares stood at the back wall and held his beer out. Gaige, Griffin, Blaine, and Nate all lifted their drinks.

  “To Gunner,” Gaige said.

  They all took their turns saying the same. Except for Ares.

  “Ares,” Miller said. “Honor your brother.”

  “To Gunner,” Ares whispered.

  They drank and then Miller went straight to business. “What happened?”

  “We showed up,” Ares said. “The guy running the thing was some greasy looking fuck. He looked the type to scam and run. He claimed to have security there, but there was none. He probably runs these things all the time and takes what he could get and goes to the next town. Fuck, even when the bullets started flying, he was on the ground scooping up cash.”

  “Who was there?” Gaige asked.

  “Coast Road. Eight Under. Guys in suits.”

  “Suits,” Blaine said. “And how does that beautiful, big tit woman play into this?”

  “She didn’t belong there,” Ares said. “Not like she was. She had a gun but was too afraid to use it. The guy running it - Armen - that’s her brother.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Nate said. “The sister of someone who killed one of our guys is here? We need to gut her as revenge.”

  “Easy now,” Miller said. “Gunner was just a prospect. A dumb one.” He looked at Ares. “Who shot first?”

  “Armen did,” Ares said. “When Eight Under saw me, things got heated. Obviously… what happened…”

  “Fucking their women and killing their prospects,” Griffin said with a grin. “You’re just a wild outlaw, Ares.”

  “Yeah, right,” Ares said. “I was giving fair warning to all those there and Armen said he was going to get security to kick us out. He walked toward the back and then smacked a drink tray out of Brooke’s hand and then he turned and took a shot. He did it to get everyone scared and shooting at each other.”

  “So we’re not sure who killed Gunner,” Gaige said.

  “No,” Ares said. “Armen did it. I watched him do it. He came up over a table and Gunner wasn’t paying attention. He was too worried about finding a fucking door than protecting himself.”

  “And you guys,” Miller said. “Have to look out for our brothers.”

  Ares took the comment personally. He lowered his head. “Yeah, exactly. The bullet tore through his chest and he was dead before he hit the ground.”

  “Why the woman then?” Griffin asked.

  “I don’t know,” Ares said. “She pointed her gun at me and then gave it to me. I didn’t want her in the crossfire anymore. Her piece of shit brother would probably give her up to get his own ass out of there free. Plus, we could use her.”

  “I could fucking use her,” Blaine said. “I could eat that pussy and suck on them tits all night.”

  “We all could,” Gaige said.

  Ares felt anger and jealousy again. “I meant I could talk to her. Find out some shit on Armen. Find out what her position is in all this. She doesn’t seem the type to do this. He’s forcing her hand.”

  “Maybe he’s fucking her,” Blaine said.

  “Christ,” Gaige said. “That’s his sister.”

  “So?”

  Miller pounded a fist on the table. “Fair enough. I’ll dig up dirt on Armen. Any other bodies at the warehouse?”

  “Yeah,” Ares said. “I think a Coast Road. Maybe more.”

  “Fuck,” Miller said. “I’ll make a call and send in a clean up crew. We’ll get Gunner’s body and figure out what to do. Give a proper send off, out of respect.”

  “He wasn’t paying attention,” Ares said. “Dumb fuck.”

  “It’s good,” Miller said. “Don’t worry about it. Right now, enjoy the night. The illegal gambling will stop. Whoever this Armen guy is, we’ll get him. We have his sister.”

  “I want his sister,” Blaine said.

  “She’s for Ares,” Miller said. “Everyone out. Except Ares.”

  This was even more unheard of. A prospect left in the meeting room with the President. Miller slowly stood up.

  “I didn’t expect that,” Ares said. “But I figured it.”

  “If you weren’t there, they would have all gotten killed. You’re the only one who could survive all this shit.”

  “That’s why I’m here.”

  “Take the fucking patch, Ares.”

  “I don’t deserve it.”

  “Fuck that,” Miller said. “Fuck your old club. Fuck their decision.”

  “I don’t want…”

  “I don’t care what you think or want,” Miller said. “You have to let that shit go. If you don’t, it’ll get you killed.”

  “Maybe that’s what I’m looking for. Revenge on myself.”

  Miller growled. “Asshole. Get the fuck out of here.”

  Ares left the meeting room. The clubhouse was roaring with life. Blaine had a reliever on each side of him, talking, his hands working up and down their backs and asses.

  Taking the patch would be a smart thing. It would give Ares a life, protection, a brotherhood. It would give him respect and it would give him a sense of purpose again. But each time he considered it, he was taken back to the night he changed the course of his own life. The night someone considered a brother was killed. The death on his hands. Not the blood, no, but the death, yes.

  Ares walked the dark hallway with his hands in fists. If anything, at least tonight he could have someone to talk to. Dig up some information from Brooke and see where she stood with things. How she could get dragged into what happened tonight. And Ares didn’t mind the idea of having someone next to him in bed that wasn’t drunk, high, and there for the sole purpose of sucking his cock. Hell, maybe he’d even hold Brooke and for a split second, enjoy the warm comfort of a woman’s body that didn’t involve fucking her.

  Ares laughed. That was a bullshit lie and a bullshit kind of life. This was the life. The motorcycle club life. Even though Ares refused the patch, he still loved the life. The freedom. The power. Death always seconds away. The fun of staying in front of death. And it wasn’t all that bad riding through Frelen with the respect and fear of so many.

  At the bedroom door, Ares paused and took a deep breath.

  He opened the door and expected to find Brooke changed.

  But she wasn’t.

  She was wearing the same fucking killer tight dress as before.

  She rose from the bed and stood there. She was beautiful. Far too beautiful to be in the mix of whatever this mess was.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Ares asked. “I told you…”

  “I can’t reach the zipper,” Brooke said so softly.

  It cut through Ares like a warm knife through butter. He shut the bedroom door and locked it. He approached Brooke, his eyes looking at nothing but her eyes. If he looked at any of her sultry curves, he would lose it.

  Brooke slowly turned and reached for her hair. She pulled and held it up. The sight of her standing like that made Ares hard. His cock ached in his jeans and he gritted his teeth. He reached for the small black zipper on the dark red dress and pulled at it. It slid down with ease, exposing Brooke’s back. The zipper went all the way down to her lower back.

  When he stopped, Brooke didn’t move. She continued to hold her hair with one hand. The other hand held the front of the dress from falling off her chest.

  Her bare back looked so smooth.

  Ares leaned down and placed his lips to her neck and kissed once.

  Why did you do that?

  Ares saw Brooke shiver and her skin tighten. He then reached around and took her hand, pulling it away from her dress. When he did, her dress fell forward.

  Ares just couldn’t help himself… he was a man and he had needs. Those needs included tasting Brooke’s body and letting his fingers memorize the shapes of her curves.

  nine.

  Brooke zipped the dress herself. A
nd she knew damn well she could have unzipped it herself. There was no fun in that though. Her mind had been running rampant while she waited for Ares to return to the room. She didn’t know if he was going to come into the room, guns blazing, ready to kill her. Or if he was going to throw her out to the street all alone.

  The dress was the best thing Brooke had because it barely covered her body. And she didn’t like giving her body up to just anyone, but something about Ares made her shiver and made her drip.

  The second he tore her hand from the dress and it fell forward, her toes curled and she started to shake.

  Ares hands came down Brooke’s sides, taking the dress with him. She felt the roughness of his fingers and felt him tugging and twisting as he forced the tight dress down. He stopped when the dress was down to her knees and then slid his hands back up. He cupped her bare ass, his thumbs teasing at the thin string of her thong.

  When he pulled, the thong cut up into Brooke, sliding against her moist sex.

  “Fuck, darling,” Ares said. “Kick that fucking dress off.”

  Ares griped her at her hips as she wiggled to finally get the dress off her body. She looked down and beyond the sight of her breasts, she watched one of Ares’s hands come around to her lower stomach. His fingers slid into her panties and moved along smooth skin until it gave way to wetness. Ares curled two fingers and lifted, easily pulling back on Brooke’s engorged and sensitive clit. She bent her knees and groaned.

  With circles, Ares pressed his fingers harder. His other hand touched her stomach and moved up her body. She put her head back and looked up at Ares. His eyes stared down at her supple breasts.

  Ares hand moved over her breast, his hand large enough to cup her. With one squeeze, Brooke moaned and felt pleasure colliding everywhere in her body. Ares brought his fingers together and then slowly rolled her erect nipple, pulling to the point that Brooke reached back and gripped at Ares’s jeans for relief.

  “Tell me it hurts,” Ares growled.

  “Fuck,” Brooke whispered. “It hurts.”

  “Tell me it’s good.”

  “It’s good, Ares. It’s so good.”

  “Now let me feel…”

  Ares spread his fingers wide and held her heavy breast. His fingers in her panties moved down some more. The tips of his fingers sampled her pussy. He pressed and then hissed.

  “Fuck, darling. That’s really tight. I’m going to need to work you open a little…”

  Ares took his hands away from her body. His hands smacked at her hips and turned her around. Brooke had her hands at her sides. Ares ran both hands up her body and touched both breasts. He came forward and moved down, bringing his lips to her chest. His right hand began to massage one breast, while the left hand cupped under her other breast. He squeezed tight and Brooke cried out. She felt Ares’s hot breath a moment before his mouth started to engulf her. He sucked hard, bringing Brooke to her toes. When he let up, his tongue came forward and flicked at her nipple. Up and down, so hard, so fast. So fucking perfect.

  When Ares started to clamp down on her nipple, Brooke reached forward again to touch Ares. One hand pulled at a pocket while the other touched between his legs. She felt something wildly big and hard.

  Holyfuckinghell…

  Ares opened his mouth and kissed up Brooke’s chest. He sampled her neck and went right for her mouth. When his lips touched hers, Brooke groaned. When his tongue darted into her mouth, she lost her breath. That’s when Ares guided her back to the bed. She fell, sitting now eye level with his pants. She reached out and touched.

  “Not yet,” Ares said. “I’ll let you know when I want my cock taken care of.” Ares stroked along Brooke’s lips. “First, I’m going to loosen up that tight pussy. Get on your back and put your feet on the bed.”

  Brooke had never succumbed to a man before like this. Everything had always been so plain and simple. Clothes off. Fuck. Finish. Nothing more. But Ares was commanding. He was powerful and bold. And Brooke couldn’t say no to him. She couldn’t imagine stopping him either. Her inner desires craved this… and more.

  Brooke kept herself on her elbows, her palms face down, fingers gripping the sheets. Ares reached forward and ran his fingers down her breasts again. When he touched her, tingling pulses shot down her belly to her sex. She was so turned on that she felt she could come from Ares just touching her breasts. In fact, she was so fucking wet, she was already close.

  Ares kept going though, his large hands running down her belly and body. One hand moved between her legs and pressed against her thong. The cloth was sopping wet and served no purpose right now. Ares made that very clear when he ripped at her thong, forcing it off her body.

  The panties hit the floor and Brooke was completely naked now. Ares took Brooke by the ankles and guided her feet back to the bed. His fingers trailed up to her knees and then he spread her legs wide open.

  “What a fucking beautiful sight,” Ares said. “I’m going to touch you and make you scream for more. I’m going to make you come so hard with my fingers you’ll beg for my cock.”

  “I want it right now,” Brooke said, feeling breathless.

  “You’ll get it when I feel like fucking giving it,” Ares said.

  His right hand slid down Brooke’s leg. She watched with impatient eyes and a racing heart.

  Ares started with just one finger. He touched her silky folds and turned his finger, gently opening her and thrusting his finger in.

  It felt so good. The instant pleasure tingled everywhere.

  Ares pulled and pushed his finger, his other hand gripping her other tight. His hand moved up and stayed just inches from her sex. Brooke’s body battled with what sensations to appreciate more. And that’s when Ares added a second finger.

  The pressure increased and Brooke groaned. She rocked her hips, wanting more. When Ares twisted his fingers and slammed in harder, the sound of wetness echoed in the room. Brooke cried out and started to lift her ass off the bed. She rocked harder, working with Ares’s amazing fingers.

  Then, as fast as he started, he stopped.

  He pulled his fingers from Brooke and placed them to her smooth mound. He then rubbed his fingers back and forth, spreading Brooke’s own wetness on her body. He then used his thumb and sought out Brooke’s clit. He pressed and rubbed, making tiny circles, making it damn near impossible for Brooke to make a sound.

  “Almost ready,” Ares said. “Make sure you’re nice and wet.”

  “What the fuck…,” Brooke growled. “What the fuck do you want to feel…”

  Ares came toward the bed. His legs touched the sides and he took his hand from Brooke’s inner leg and reached for her face. He touched her cheek and came down at her.

  Brooke gasped for air.

  Ares was just inches away.

  “I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” Ares said.

  Brooke opened her mouth, desperate to say something seductive. But her words were stolen when she felt Ares’s finger enter her again. Then came his second finger. And then… a third finger.

  Brooke felt herself stretching and her need racing toward a climax. Her hips were uncontrollable as she thrust at Ares, wanting more. She could feel just how deep his fingers were and when she looked down to see it, it finally made her able to cry out.

  “I’m… there…”

  “Say it louder,” Ares said.

  “Fuck, I’m there. I’m…” Brooke reached with her hands and found the edges of Ares’s leather cut. She pulled and lifted herself off the bed. It gave her body more movement, able to match the wild speed of Ares’s fingers slamming in and out of her precious body. “I’m coming…”

  Those were the last words Brooke could find. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open. What came out were a series of cut off groans, cries, and whimpers as her body throbbed and she came. When she stopped moving, Ares didn’t. He kept pounding at her with his fingers, leaving the pleasure rolling through her body.

  Brooke couldn’t st
op coming.

  When Ares finally pulled his fingers from Brooke’s body, she released her hold on his leather cut and fell to the bed. Brooke was already out of breath, sweating, desperate for air. And that was before Ares even fucked her.

  ten.

  Ares stared at Brooke’s glistening, silky sex as she lay on the bed gasping for air. She hurried to grip the sheets again and stared at him with wide eyes. It made Ares grin, even for a second. Brooke had never felt this kind of pleasure before, and she never would outside this bedroom again.

  Not without Ares commanding it.

  He grabbed at his belt buckle and pulled it open. He hurried to drop his pants, taking his thick cock in his hand. With one stroke, he was ready to go and moved to the bed again.

  Brooke was already whimpering for him.

  “Holy fuck,” she whispered. “How… I don’t…”

  “Easy,” Ares said. “It’ll hurt like fuck at first… but just go easy…”

  Ares came to the bed and pressed his thick tip to Brooke’s center. She was dripping wet with desire and even after all that hard fingering, she was still tight. It took Ares a few thrusts to get just a couple inches into her. There he stopped and pulled back, gently thrusting, feeling her burning insides gripping him with a fierce hold.

  His hands touched her waist with his thumbs on her stomach near her belly button.

  “Get ready,” Ares growled. “That’s your only warning.”

  Ares let Brooke open her mouth and then he gave it all to her. He pulled at her hips as he thrust forward, every last inch of his eager cock inside her.

  Brooke let out a cry and arched her back. Ares hurried to slide his hands up her stomach to her chest. Her fucking tits were big and beautiful, heavy and creamy colored with rosy nipples. His hands squeezed as he pulled back, easing Brooke to the bed. Then with another hard thrust he was back inside her.

  This time when Brooke cried out she grabbed at his leather cut again. She managed to get the bottom of it. Her finger looped through a fresh hole on the cut… from a bullet Brooke’s brother hoped to be lodged inside Ares’s body.

  She pulled at the leather and thrust at him.

  The bitch wants more.