by London Casey
Another climax…
Three in a row seemed impossible, but it was happening. Her pussy tightened as the intense pleasure continued to mount throughout her body. Erik then moved up, his hands holding Kaity’s sides, his thumbs right under her breasts. It gave Kaity perhaps the hottest sight in the world. She watched Erik fuck her. A few more hard thrusts and he came deep inside her. He grunted each time his cock throbbed. Kaity felt every pulse of his release.
The next few minutes were silent as Erik remained inside Kaity. She slowly released her hold on the sheets and had no clue what to expect next. Part of her wanted to hug Erik and the other part of her wanted to get him hard again so they could keep going. She’d never enjoyed sex so much before. Erik was everything opposite of Brad's disgusting, drunk body plopped on top her.
When Erik moved from her body, she cried out again. He stood at the end of the bed and stared at her.
“Tomorrow we will get your car,” he said. “It has to be done by now. If not, I’ll fucking buy you a new one.”
Kaity struggled to sit up in the bed. She gushed everywhere, her toes still curled, the tingling pleasure unable to comprehend what Erik had just said.
“Erik… what are you…”
“I’m taking a shower,” he said. “Alone. When I come out of the bathroom, don’t talk to me. Don’t say a fucking word. You heard what I just said. I’m sorry, but you’re a rat. I let a fucking rat into the clubhouse. That alone could cost me my patch.”
“I’m not a rat,” Kaity said as her voice cracked. She felt so exposed, sitting there naked, thinking she and Erik had just shared something special. “I helped…”
“Let it the fuck go,” Erik said. “Look at me. Look at my face. Look at my life. I’m going to die seeking my own revenge. I’m not going to let you do the same.”
“What do I want revenge on?” Kaity yelled.
“Yourself,” Erik said. “That’s why you took that bullet. You want to die, babe. So go find a way to die.”
Erik disappeared into the bathroom and Kaity sat in disbelief. She didn’t want to believe a word coming from Erik’s mouth, even if it was all truth.
She just thought for a second she had someone to share the pain and doubt with. Someone to care about. Maybe someone to love.
nineteen.
I’m just a fucking biker… my life is Back Down Devil… my blood is for the MC… my soul is for the open road… my death waits alongside me, a passenger waiting to take over…
The water hit Erik’s body and no matter how much he turned up the hot water, it still felt cold. This connection with Kaity was too much. And now she confessed she had been a rat for some detective who used her and ordered her around and then fucked her whenever he wanted to.
Erik made a fist and slammed it off the tile. He wanted to kill everything and everyone, including himself. This shit couldn’t happen anymore. Instead of thrusting into Kaity he should have been out there looking for the person who tried to kill him. Instead of hiding in a bedroom, sharing feelings and emotions, he should have been on his motorcycle, roaring like dark thunder, seeking out those who tried - and failed - to kill him.
In the shower, Erik looked down at his own body. He thought of all the places Kaity’s hands had touched him. Invisible marks all over his body. His cock throbbed for a moment and Erik gripped himself. He wanted to go back to bed and have her again. There wasn’t enough of Kaity to have. That scared him. He never used and reused a woman before. The relievers knew their place and job. But Kaity wasn’t a reliever. She was just something else. Something special.
She’s a fucking rat, bro. A… rat…
Erik shut his eyes tight and forced all the thoughts away. He turned the water off. He dried, dressed, and stood in the dark bedroom. He looked at Kaity's shadowy figure. She was on her right side, but he knew she wasn’t sleeping. Yet he got into the bed next to her and put his hands behind his head. He stared at the dark ceiling and questioned why he hadn’t been killed that day the bomb went off. All of this shit right now would have been irrelevant.
The next morning Erik woke and threw himself from the bed. He stumbled to a dresser and caught himself. He ran his hands over his face and looked back. Of course Kaity was in the bed. She looked at him and her eyes were sad.
Not my problem.
“Eat and then we leave,” Erik said.
“Erik,” Kaity whispered. “Can’t we talk?”
Erik grabbed his leather cut and put it on. He shook his head. There was no talking. There was no more bullshit.
“Ten minutes,” he said as he stood at the door. “If not, I send Blaine in with a couple other guys and they take you out of here.”
“Erik…”
But he was already gone.
Erik left the room and went down the hallway with his hands in fists and his heart feeling like it was going to just quit. At the corner of the hall, Erik stopped and pulled his gun out. He put it to his chin and turned around. If he shot now, he’d spray his brains all over the hallway to the main part of the clubhouse.
Do it, man. Just fucking do it.
“Yo, brother.”
Erik put the gun down and turned. Blaine stood with a mug in his left hand. With his right hand he slapped himself in the face a few times.
“Blaine,” Erik said.
“Miller wants to talk,” Blaine said. “Heard Gaige and Nate saying something about information. Might be good for us.”
“Yeah,” Erik said. “I’ll be there soon. Have to take care of something on my own first. I’ll be back soon though, bro. And this shit is fucking getting settled once and for all. I’m done waiting.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Blaine said.
He put an arm out and Erik grabbed it. He twisted and Blaine’s coffee mug went flying through the air. Erik put Blaine’s face to the wall.
“I’m not fucking around,” Erik growled.
Blaine turned and broke the hold. He grabbed Erik by the throat, surprising him. He walked Erik to a wall and pressed harder. Erik gagged for a second and then Blaine started to lift him. All air was cut from Erik’s body.
“You want to fucking die, man?” Blaine asked. “Then die. You really want this?”
Erik nodded. “Yyyeeesss…”
“Good,” Blaine said. “I’m sick of your fucking shit here. Got it? You think we all don’t want the same, bro? You think we all don’t get it? Fuck you, Erik. Fuck you, brother.”
“Kkkiilllmmeee…”
Erik watched Blaine’s lip curl and his eyes widen. If there was one guy who had the balls and insane mind to kill someone in the club, it was Blaine. Maybe that’s why Erik had been poking at him for so long. To get to this moment.
Erik felt himself getting dizzy. The room spun, his body desperate for air.
“Blaine!” a voice yelled.
“Nnnooo…,” Erik said.
It came to deaf ears.
A fist connected with Blaine’s face, sending him spinning, releasing his hold on Erik’s throat. Both men fell to the ground.
“What the fuck is this?” Gaige boomed.
“Just talking,” Blaine said as he wiped blood from his lip.
“Erik?” Gaige asked.
“Nothing,” Erik said.
He held his throat. He tried to stand and stumbled. Gaige grabbed him and Erik threw an elbow, almost hitting Gaige.
“Fuck,” Gaige yelled and jumped back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I have to do something,” Erik said. “Personal. Then I’ll be back.”
“You don’t ride alone,” Gaige said.
“Like fuck I won’t.”
“I’ll go,” Blaine said.
“No,” Gaige said. “I’m going. My orders. Blaine stay here. Gather everyone else up.”
Erik stood almost nose to nose with Gaige. VP or not, Erik wasn’t in the mood to take shit.
“I’m not giving up on you,” Gaige said. “And I’m not going to kill you. I’ll ride right wit
h you into the fire, brother. If that’s where we need to go, let’s go.”
Erik walked into Gaige. He thought about throwing a punch but instead let out a breath.
“I’m leaving in ten minutes,” Erik said. “Taking Kaity to get her fucking car. It has to be fixed by now. I want to ask those two assholes if they remember anything else about the car auction. I can’t wait around anymore, Gaige.”
“We’re not,” Gaige said. “We never have been. Time is just…”
“Fucked,” Blaine called out. “It’s all fucked.”
Erik looked back at Blaine. Blaine nodded and smiled. All was right between them now. They were brothers, their bond deep for the MC.
Erik nodded back at Blaine. “Yeah, it’s all fucked.”
Erik stepped forward and one of his heavy boots stepped on a piece of Blaine’s coffee mug. It made it pop sound and Erik kept walking.
Ten minutes later, Erik sat on his motorcycle. Gaige was next to him. Their engines were fired up, rumbling into the beautiful morning.
And speaking of beautiful… the door opened and Kaity came walking out. Her hair was still a little messy from sleep and sex. She ran a hand through her hair, tossing it back. It fell forward right away. The sight drove Erik’s heart insane. He knew if he kept Kaity around everything would get worse. Someone would get hurt, definitely. If she was used to sleeping in her car, running and hiding, then that’s where she belonged.
Erik handed Kaity his helmet. She took it and stood there for a few seconds.
“I don’t have time,” Erik said.
Kaity nodded. She put the helmet on and then leaned in and kissed Erik’s cheek. The unexpected move made Erik close his eyes. He swallowed down the emotion that came with the kiss. He then felt Kaity’s lips to his ear.
“I’m not mad at you,” she said. “I never will be.”
Kaity got on the motorcycle and without a signal, Erik took off. The engine roared, the sound bouncing through the lot. Gaige hurried right behind him and they headed to the shitty auto garage to solve some problems.
The ride felt like an eternity. Erik didn’t need to tempt himself into thinking about the regret of his decisions. He regretted most of the things he did the moment they happened. Like not killing himself before he met Kaity. Or not killing himself this morning. He regretted hiding his feelings for Kaity and the urge to send her away. He regretted allowing his body to fight through the pain and injury of the bomb. That would have been the honorable death. To go down by being murdered… that was the way to do it…
Erik turned down the road that led to the auto garage. The shithole place was mostly hidden. He stopped and Gaige came right up next to him.
“Get off,” Erik said after killing the engine.
Kaity climbed off.
“What’s the…” Gaige started to say.
Erik got off the motorcycle and walked toward the open garage bays. He heard Gaige finish his question but ignored him. There was no real plan. Plans were worth shit. This was about action.
Jack stepped from the garage bay, wiping his hands. His face was still beat up and swollen from their previous encounter.
“Hey,” Jack said.
“Came to check on the car,” Erik said.
“Oh, yeah. That’s good to go, man.”
“Who is it?” Willy’s voice boomed. He rolled out from under a car and sat up. His eyes went wide. “Oh. Hey there.”
“I told you to call me when the car was done,” Erik said.
“Just finished it,” Jack said.
“Well, yesterday we did,” Willy said. “Got caught up in other shit and I wanted to take it out for a test drive.” Willy walked toward Erik. “Hate to have her take it without making sure it ran perfectly."
“Fixed that window?” Erik asked.
“Of course,” Jack said.
Erik grabbed Jack by the shirt and pulled him close. “I also wanted to know if you remembered anything else about that car auction.”
“The car auction?” Willy asked. “Come on, man, we told you everything.”
Erik looked at Willy but didn't loosen his grip on Jack’s shirt. “Wasn’t sure if some details slipped between the cracks. You two seemed balls deep in family issues.”
Willy hung his head.
“There’s nothing else,” Jack said. “I swear on it.”
Erik looked at Jack. “Tell me what the guy looked like again.”
“Suit and tie kind of guy. A shiny gold tooth. Scar on his neck. That’s all I remember.”
“How was she?” Erik asked.
“Who?”
“Your sister-in-law. How was she?”
“Come on…”
“Answer me,” Erik said.
Willy turned. “I’ll get the car.”
“No, you stand here,” Erik said. “Listen to Jack’s answer.”
“Good,” Jack said. “Okay. It was good.”
“Just good? That’s an insult to her.”
Erik showed Jack a fist and Jack’s face went white. He nodded and turned his head. “She was the best. She took it all in. She held it deep in her mouth. She turned her head and made it feel like… ah, goddamn… it was just amazing. Every single time.”
Erik felt the instant tension in the garage and he enjoyed it. Everyone should suffer. That was the only way things felt right.
“Jack, get the car,” Erik said. “I want to talk to Willy alone.”
Willy tossed Jack the keys and Jack hurried away. Erik glanced over his shoulder and spotted Kaity with her arms crossed. Gaige stood next to her and shook his head.
Fuck you, Erik thought. Fuck all of you.
“Anything else happen at those auctions?” Erik asked.
“No. I didn’t even know about Jack.”
“I appreciate your help with Kaity’s car. I’ll pay you soon, is that okay?”
“Sure,” Willy said. “Take your time.”
“Sorry your ex is a whore.”
“I knew it the whole time,” Willy said. “That’s how I met her. I was a concert and we were all high as fuck. I woke up to someone sucking me off. It was her. She’s pretty damn good at it, so I ended up marrying her. My mistake.”
Erik laughed to himself and walked out of the garage toward Kaity. She stared at him, refusing to back down.
“Everything good?” Gaige asked.
“Give us a minute?” Erik asked.
“Yeah, bro.”
Gaige walked away and Erik was alone with Kaity.
“You don’t have to do this,” Kaity whispered. “It’s not fair.”
“Nobody knows what fair is,” Erik said. “The amount of danger right now…”
“I know,” Kaity said.
“You’re better off where you want to be. On the road running from a man who can’t get to you.”
Kaity touched Erik’s arm. “I feel safe with you, Erik. That’s why I told you everything.”
Erik backed up. He shook his head. “Just… don’t.”
Erik heard the sound of Kaity’s car starting. He turned and saw the ass end of the car appear as Jack backed it down to the front. The car suddenly stopped and Gaige looked at Erik, confused. Erik took one step and the car exploded.
The booming thunder and flames shot everywhere. Gaige dropped to his stomach and Erik rushed backwards until he crashed into Kaity. She cried out and fell to her ass. Erik couldn’t take his eyes off the scene. The fire. The destruction. The sound of Willy’s screams as he ran to check on his cousin.
Erik turned and looked down at Kaity. “Don’t get up. Don’t fucking move.”
Erik ran. He stopped at Gaige to help him up and they both ran to the car. The destruction was impressive. The windows were busted. The roof of the car opened and peeled back. And then in the driver’s seat was the charred remains of Jack, already melting into the steering wheel.
“Holy fuck,” Gaige said.
Willy dropped to his knees and touched the door of the car. Then he screamed and
fell back, his hands black and instantly burned.
Erik grabbed the back of Willy’s collar and pulled him away.
“Come on, man,” Erik yelled. “You’ll end up dead, too.”
“My cousin! He was like my brother!”
“Christ,” Gaige said as he pulled out his cell. “I have to call this in.”
“You know who did this, right?” Erik asked.
Gaige froze and swallowed hard. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Kaity. Erik did, too. That bomb was meant for Kaity. Whoever was doing this shit knew everything about the MC. Someone was spying on Back Down Devil. And someone wanted to kill Kaity. To hurt Erik, again.
Erik dragged Willy to the front of the garage and forced him to stand. His legs were wide and wobbly. Tears streamed down his face, collecting grease, turning black.
“I wasn’t mad at him,” Willy said. “I knew my ex-wife was a whore.”
“You need to go somewhere safe,” Erik said. “This…”
Willy collapsed to the ground again. Erik shook his head and went to Kaity. He put his hand out and Kaity took it. He lifted her and pulled her close.
“Fuck,” he said.
“What was that?”
“That was for you,” Erik said.
“What?”
Erik grabbed Kaity by the face. “This is serious, Kaity. Very serious. Whoever is coming for the club just tried to kill you. You were supposed to be the one in that car. Not Jack.”
Kaity felt very faint and started to fall. Erik caught her and lifted her as her lips quivered.
“You’re safe, babe,” Erik said. He put his hand in her hair and forced her to look at him. “You’re safe with me. I swear. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
Erik didn’t need to say anything else. Enough had been implied. Kaity wasn’t going anywhere whether she wanted to or not. And for a second, Erik was happy that bomb had gone off. He couldn’t have let her go; it would have driven him insane.
“Bro,” Gaige said, “we have to go. Meeting. There’s information, man. This is… this is serious.”
Erik looked over his shoulder at Gaige. Behind Gaige, Willy sat against a car, sobbing. Next to them was Kaity's car in flames with Jack dead in the front seat.
This is serious?
No fucking shit.
