by London Casey
“Go to the room, I’ll be in with food,” Erik said.
His voice was suddenly soft. Perhaps he regretted how he spoke and acted.
Yeah, right.
Kaity went back to the bedroom and found herself standing at the edge of the bed. The sheets were a mess. Kaity wasn’t even sure what had happened between them. It wasn’t sex as much as it was fucking. Even still, even if Erik simply used her, it was still damn amazing.
Erik came to the bedroom with two plates of food and orange juice. He put a plate down on the nightstand and nodded to it.
“Eat.”
Kaity took the plate and tried her best not to think about the severed finger. She nibbled on some bacon, trying to hide her disgust.
“It’s time we be a little honest with each other,” Erik said. “You give me some information and I give you some.”
“Okay. What do you want to know about me?”
“Why are you here?” Erik asked without hesitation.
“You know why I’m here. My car…”
“Bullshit. You’re telling me your car just broke down in this town?”
“No. On the highway. Well, kind of before that. I sort of almost crashed it when I thought someone was chasing me.”
“You crashed your car and then kept going?”
Kaity felt uneasy. She couldn't confess everything. She barely knew Erik and he had shown quite a bit of hatred toward her.
“I had to keep moving,” Kaity said. “Okay?”
“And seeing that plate? What was that about?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m going to ask this once. If you lie…”
“What?”
“Are you a cop?”
Kaity shook her head. “No. I’m not a cop. I swear.”
I worked with a crooked cop for a while… he took advantage of me… but he’s dead now… well, sort of… he haunts my dreams…
“You better not lie or fuck with us,” Erik said. “This shit going on around here is pretty serious.”
“Like a severed finger being delivered?”
“Yeah.”
“You said you were going to tell me something now,” Kaity said.
Erik finished his food and nodded. “Just to make sure you understand how serious this is… that finger out there wasn’t the first one.”
“What?”
“We received another finger in a package not too long ago.”
“Do you know whose fingers they are?”
Erik nodded with a solemn look on his face. “Yeah. Friend of the MC. He’s been kidnapped.”
Kaity stood up and put her plate down. “Then call the police. You have to help him.”
Erik put his plate down and walked to Kaity. He took her by the arms. “Look at me. That’s not how it works in this life. It’s deeper than that. I won’t say more though.”
“Because you don’t trust me.”
“Never said that.”
“You think I fucked Blaine. You are taking your anger out on me. What do you want from me then? Why did you bring me here? It’s morning. Let me go.”
“Is that what you want?” Erik asked. “Then get out.”
Erik stormed away and walked to the bathroom. Kaity stood still for a few seconds. She wanted to run down the hall and out of the clubhouse. Hell, if need be, she’d climb the gate just to get out of here.
But she couldn’t do it. She was drawn in by Erik and feared what would happen if he was alone. They needed each other. He needed to know that he was still alive and worthy, and she needed him to protect her. And keep touching her.
Kaity went into the bathroom and found Erik with his hands on the sink, his head down. The water was running, but he didn’t seem to be doing anything with it. Kaity took a chance and put her hands to Erik’s back. He looked up in the mirror.
“Listen… last night… what I thought this morning…”
“No,” Kaity said. “It doesn’t matter. Thank you for bringing me here and giving me somewhere to sleep. Thank you for helping me. Just know that I’m not some whore.”
“Did you really kick Blaine in the nuts?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s pretty fucking cool, babe. Although I’m sure he liked it. He’s into some weird shit.”
“I don’t want to talk about Blaine,” Kaity said. “I’m going to ask something else.”
“Shoot.”
“This man who is kidnapped… you said it goes deeper. Does this have something to do with your injuries?”
“My face?” Erik asked.
“Yes.”
Erik turned and lifted Kaity. “That’s a question that will cost you.”
Kaity swallowed. “Name the price.”
She touched his cheeks, feeling the bumpy skin of his scars.
He was fucking beautiful.
Kaity’s heart stopped, twisted, and raced - all at the same time.
fourteen.
Erik really had no idea what he was doing. His hands cupped Kaity’s ass. Her hands were all over his face, her eyes deep in his. He walked her to the bed and crashed down to it with her tight body clinging to his. It felt too damn early in the morning for all this emotional bullshit to be going on. He couldn’t figure out why he trusted Kaity and or why he wanted to keep her there and safe.
When they finished, Kaity rested on top of him and let out a shivering sigh. Erik reached and pulled the sheets open and Kaity climbed under the covers. Erik stayed on top of the covers, Kaity’s head resting on his chest. He could sense the fear and pain coming from her.
“What do you do now?” Kaity asked.
“Wait for the call. Close your eyes and get some rest.”
Kaity put a hand to Erik’s shoulder and held tight. He looked at her small fingers. He put his head down and his chin touched her hand.
The silence in the room made Erik’s mind go wild again.
He thought about Jonesy.
He thought about the finger. There were two of them now. How long could a person live with missing fingers? Unless the person - or group - doing this knew how to take care of Jonesy and keep him alive. They were torturing Jonesy and in turn, it was torturing the entire MC.
Kaity let out a sighing breath and Erik looked down at her. He wanted to know her story. The entire thing. There was no way a beautiful woman like this could just stumble into town with a beat up car. She already said she had been running.
Running from what?
Erik reached down and touched Kaity’s face.
“Are you sleeping?”
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.”
Erik moved hair out of her face. His hand thumb grazed her lips and it turned him on.
Those lips.
Erik felt himself throb in his pants. He was ready again. He had no intentions of shutting his eyes and sleeping. He would have plenty of time to sleep when he was dead.
As if on cue, as though she knew her position, Kaity took her hand from Erik’s shoulder and touched him. Her small hand was between his legs, pressing, feeling him. Her lips then parted with a whimper and Erik started to draw lines around her lips.
He wanted her again. He wanted her to go down on him. And, yes, he would definitely compare Kaity to the reliever from last night. He knew that Kaity would be wondering if she was better, too.
Erik smiled.
Kaity’s fingers found Erik’s zipper. It crept down and then her hand crept into his jeans. The touch of her hand on his bare, hard skin made Erik want her even more. Kaity fought to pull Erik’s thick cock from his jeans. He popped free, finally, and the sight of Kaity’s hand on him made him smile again. Her hand stroked him up and down, her fingers barely able to touch around the thickness of his shaft.
“That’s good,” Erik whispered. “Fuck, baby, so good.”
Kaity opened her eyes and she looked up at Erik. He still had his hand to her face, his thumb to her lips. Kaity moved her head down and slid her lips down his thumb, suckli
ng. Erik thrust up into her hand more. As Kaity moved on his erection, she did so very slow. Enough to keep him hard, but not enough to make him come. She kept him alive right then, killing time, keeping demons at bay.
Kaity pulled back on Erik’s thumb and then flicked her tongue and giggled.
“Want to keep sucking on my thumb?” Erik asked. “Or would you like something bigger?”
Kaity didn’t reply. She instead slithered her way down his body to his cock. She positioned herself over Erik and ran a hand through her hair. Kaity was insanely pretty and those subtle moves made him go crazy. It made his mind race with thoughts about keeping Kaity around the clubhouse for a long time.
Using her tongue, Kaity licked from the bottom of Erik’s shaft to the top. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then came down with her open mouth. Her hand was tight around the root of his erection. She offered small jerks as her mouth moved up and down on him.
With just one suck of her mouth Erik knew Kaity was already better than the reliever from the night before. The feel of her lips sliding on his hard skin. Her hair falling all around. The way she breathed, not wanting to take her mouth off his cock. Fucking hell she was good. Her mouth was as tight as her pussy. Warm and wet, too.
Erik reached down and ran a hand through Kaity’s hair. Something about Kaity made him feel like he did when he first joined the MC. Some badass young guy that knew how to ride a motorcycle. A guy who wasn’t afraid to fight.
She moved down on Erik, taking most of him into her mouth. Her lips touched her fingers for a brief second, leaving Erik holding his breath and lifting at Kaity as she came up for air.
What a fucking move.
He already felt himself reaching a breaking point. He wanted to stay just like this for hours. To kill as much time as needed. But when Kaity repeated the same deep move with her mouth, Erik found himself losing control. He couldn’t wait.
“Get ready, babe,” he warned.
Kaity pulled back right the sensitive tip of his erection. She moved up and down fast on the same spot. Erik lifted and let out a hiss as the pleasure and need to come hit him hard. He grunted and began to fill Kaity’s mouth. She pumped her hand up and down his wet shaft, her tongue swirling around his head, her mouth sucking all the warmth out of him. She stayed right with Erik, taking it all.
When he finished and let out a breath, Kaity moved down one more time and came back up slowly. It was purposely seductive, proving that Kaity was going to take what was left of Erik’s heart and fuck with it. But at least whatever kind of heartache Kaity brought it would be worth it.
Kaity sat up on her knees, running her hands through her hair. Erik’s dick throbbed as it lost its fullness.
“So…”
Erik smiled and tucked his cock away. He moved from the bed and stood at the edge of it. He grabbed Kaity by the waist and pulled her to him. She was still licking her lips. They were pouty and red as though she had been kissing someone for hours. Or sucking a good dick.
“Don’t even ask,” Erik said. “I have to get going again.”
“Can I take a shower?”
“Of course. I’m not an asshole, Kaity. Okay? I’m just… disappointed in life. I’m angry. I’m dangerous. Most of the time I’m waiting to die. But the past couple days… it’s been okay.”
Erik touched Kaity’s face. He kissed her forehead and then stood at the door as Kaity went in to the bathroom. He purposely lingered and listened to the water turn on. He pictured Kaity’s amazing body. Anytime one of the guys or a group of them left the clubhouse, it was always a real possibility that they wouldn't come back alive. There were a hundred bullets out there with their names on it. It was just part of the life they all lived. That’s why everyone drank like it was their last day to drink and fucked like they’d never get hard again. Because death stood right next to everyone of the guys in Back Down Devil. They couldn't afford to be afraid of it.
Understanding this, Erik went into the bathroom. For all he knew, his prayers would be answered today and a bullet would rip through his body and end his life. He looked to the shower and saw Kaity’s silhouette as she washed herself. It figured he would now have something to want to be alive for.
Erik opened the shower door and Kaity let out a scream.
“What the hell…”
“Just needed to see,” Erik said.
Kaity turned and ran her hands down her wet body and smiled.
“Damn,” Erik said. “Just… damn.”
Kaity smiled and Erik couldn’t help but smile back.
This woman made things feel alright.
“For the record,” Erik said. “And don’t brag about it, but you were better. A thousand times better.”
Erik shut the shower door and adjusted himself. He was hard again. No woman had ever turned him on and drove him nuts like Kaity was doing right now.
fifteen.
Chief Jerry pulled into the compound as Erik stood with his brothers, waiting for the call. Gaige whistled and Miller and Gaige rushed to the chief’s car. Erik felt he had the right to be there in the mix of things, so he walked toward them and Landon and Blaine followed him. Soon there was a small collection of bikers at the side of the car.
“Bringing the whole crew to me, I see,” Chief Jerry said.
“We’re fucking pissed,” Gaige said.
“How’s your son?” Miller asked.
“Good. Sometimes I stare at him sleeping wondering what kind of town he’s going to grow up in.”
“A safe one,” Miller said. He patted the chief’s shoulder. “A real safe one if we’re able to do our job.”
“Hey, maybe we’ll be patching the rugrat in,” Gaige said with a smile. “What… about eighteen years from now?”
“That’s not funny,” Chief Jerry said. “I hope I’m dead by the time that happens.”
“Hey,” Miller said, “just because you have a nice shirt and badge doesn’t mean you’re not like us. Did you run those plates?”
“Got ‘em,” the chief said. “Not sure what you want out of this.”
“Business,” Gaige said. “Sick of fingers being pointed at us.”
Blaine snickered and shook his head.
“Is that some kind of joke?” Chief Jerry asked.
“Internal issues,” Miller said and smiled. “Club stuff.”
“There is no club stuff,” the chief said. “Do I need men on standby?”
“Always,” Miller said. “This name and address though, does it mean anything to you?
“Not a thing,” the chief said. “No record of the guy being in the system. Not even for a damn parking ticket. What do you want with him?”
“Just to thank him for a package he gave the MC,” Miller said.
The rest of the guys chuckled.
Chief Jerry looked around and stopped at Erik. “Jesus. How do you feel?”
“I’m alive,” Erik said. “Walking. Riding.”
“Fucking,” Blaine called out.
“How romantic,” Chief Jerry said. “Do you take it up the ass or do you give it to Blaine?”
Miller put an arm out as Erik stepped forward. Chief or not, Erik would knock the asshole’s teeth out.
“Erik is doing just fine,” Miller said. “We’re going to figure out who did this to him.”
“I hope so,” Chief Jerry said. “If you would have let us do our job, we’d have someone in custody by now.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Gaige said. “Have a good day, Chief.”
Gaige walked to Erik and grabbed his leather. Erik made a fist and knocked Gaige away. Erik stepped in front of Chief Jerry’s car and folded his arms. The chief was a piece of shit asshole, but the MC needed him. Hell, he needed the MC, too. He couldn’t take care of the town or surrounding areas without Back Down Devil doing what they did.
There was the real law and then there was the perceived law. As long as those two worked together in some kind of fucked up harmony, nobody go
t hurt. Usually.
“Okay,” Miller said, “we’re on the move. Me, Gaige, Landon, and Erik. The rest of you trail the good chief and make sure he’s staying local and not up to trouble.”
With the commands spoken, there was only movement now.
Erik got to his motorcycle, put his helmet on, and fired up the ride. The first rumble of the engine and smell of exhaust was like a damn drug. It made him feel high as a kite and when he revved the motor, it was like touching Kaity.
Miller waved a hand and they all set off.
Miller and Gaige up front, Landon and Erik behind them. They left the compound and cut out to the right. The rest of the guys went to the left to find the chief. The once quiet streets of Frelen were now filled with the sounds of the protective thunder the MC brought. Whether the people liked it or not didn’t matter. They would never understand.
As Miller led the foursome, Erik saw the main part of the city turn into residential. They rarely went into this part of the city. It left Erik feeling uneasy. Something wasn’t right about this at all. It could only mean that Kaity had been wrong with her memorizing the license plate. If that were so, she’d be in big trouble.
Miller turned into a driveway and Gaige, Landon, and Erik blocked the driveway. The garage door was shut, the driveway empty. The house looked normal. Way too fucking normal for someone who delivered a severed finger to the MC.
When Erik got off his motorcycle. He walked to Gaige and grabbed him by the arm. “What is this? This doesn’t feel right.”
“It’s where we stopped, bro,” Gaige said.
“Is this it?” Landon asked. “Too normal for me.”
“This is the address,” Miller said. “Let’s start with the garage and go from there.”
Erik cut through everyone and grabbed the handle on the garage door.
“Hold up,” Miller said. “Just keep in mind that this may look like a normal house, we also thought that Shay's car was normal too, okay? Stay focused and stay safe.”
Erik nodded and lifted the door. It opened with ease. There was a car in the garage and when he looked back at Miller, Miller nodded.
