by London Casey
“No, that was a threat,” Trev said.
Miller stepped forward. “Ethan, if you’re not here to have a beer and tell old war stories about justice, then leave.”
Ethan gave the clubhouse one last look and then worked his way toward the door. He then looked back, right at Eden.
“I wonder who the next will be to die.”
His words were cryptic and it made Eden shiver with fear.
She looked to Trev and he squeezed her tight. He leaned down and put his lips to her ear.
“I swear on my life, nothing will ever happen to you…”
*
Eden was on top of Trev, his hands holding her hips tight, lifting and lowering her faster than she knew her body and legs could pump. Her breasts danced up and down with their motion, the bed squeaking louder by the second. They were in the clubhouse, in Trev’s room, a place that Eden assumed to be something like sacred, but at the same time, she wondered how many women had been in the same position as she was.
It didn’t really matter the second she started to come though. Her body filled with intense pleasure and she tried to keep up with Trev, but couldn’t. She slid her hands from his rock hard chest to the pillows, gripping them. She leaned down and threw her head back, groaning as Trev continued to fuck her. The sound of his body slapping against her wet skin was better than music.
Trev nibbled at her left nipple, connected and pulling, making Eden yell. His hands moved up her body, to her ribs, and he held there, pumping himself even faster. Eden felt her body bouncing, unable to control her orgasm as it spun out of control.
“Fuck,” she growled. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Fuck,” Trev said and engulfed her breast into his mouth.
When he pulled away, his mouth made a loud pop sound.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he ordered.
Eden managed to look down at him. His face was crazy sexy. The hottest guy she ever met. The hottest guy who could actually protect her. Riding a life against the right of the law yet he was the most powerful man she’d ever encountered.
“Come here,” he said.
Trev put a hand to her lower back and brought her down tight on his thick cock. He stretched her impossibly wide, but it felt so fucking good. His other hand touched her face, messing with her hair, letting it fall in her face.
As Trev let out a breath, he said through gritted teeth, “I love your pussy. I love the way your fucking hair smells. Goddamn, woman, I love it all.”
Eden whimpered and kissed him. Her legs were tingling, between her thighs aching, but she wasn’t done with Trev yet. She wanted to feel him inside her. All of him, spilling inside her.
She rocked her hips back and forth for a few seconds. Her body then switched back into overdrive and she ground herself harder. Faster. Her hips bucking forward on Trev’s cock, making sure he was deep and making sure he was ready to go.
“Oh, fuck, beautiful,” Trev said. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Get it right now, Eden. Make me come right now.”
She groaned and put her mouth to Trev’s chest. Her teeth grazed his hard skin and then she bit him. His hand was still on her lower back, gently guiding her right where she needed to be. His other hand took a handful of her hair and tugged.
He grunted with each thrust of Eden’s body. She felt him filling up, and fast, knowing he was going to let loose any second. He started to fuck back at her, the powerful muscles in his tree trunk sized legs flexing hard.
“Ah, shit yeah,” Trev growled.
He then started to come.
Eden crunched her bottom half forward and held there, feeling his cock pulsing. She bit hard at his chest, moaning as the pressure made her shiver. Trev put his hands to her hips again and worked her back and forth against his throbbing shaft, making sure her pussy milked every last drop from his body.
His hands then went to her ass cheeks and he held her steady, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Eden pulled her mouth from Trev and looked at him. She was out of breath, her mouth open, drool almost dripping from her mouth. She felt like she looked like a fool in front of him, but this was what he did.
“I think I’m bleeding, beautiful,” Trev said.
Eden managed to shut her mouth. She looked down and let out a gasp when she saw the teeth marks in Trev’s chest. She had bitten him hard enough to not only leave a mark, but to break the skin.
“I’m so sorry,” Eden said.
“Don’t be,” Trev said. He rolled Eden to her side. “You can bite me anytime you need to.”
As his dick slipped from between her legs, Eden shuddered with that warm gush feeling. It was messy but felt so good.
“Shit,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
“It just feels so good. All the time.”
Trev touched Eden’s hair and tucked it behind her ear. “Let me put it to you this way, beautiful. I don’t finish and let anyone stay in this room, okay? I don’t go back for seconds, thirds, fourths. And I certainly don’t commit my cock to just one woman at a time.”
“I take that as you trying to be romantic.”
“No. Just being honest. I have no urge to fuck anyone else in this clubhouse but you.”
“For now,” Eden said. “I’m sure something newer and prettier will come along.”
“Hey,” Trev said. “If you want me to show you the door, I will. Don’t worry about what comes through the door. Worry about the way my cock fills you up. Enjoy the ride while it’s here.”
“Because it will be gone someday, right?”
“What do you want? A proposal? You want me to marry you?”
Eden swallowed hard. “You’re a dick.”
“Again, I’m just being honest. I’m filling you up, beautiful, without protection. Think about what that implies for both of us.” Trev leaned in and kissed Eden. “My actions should speak louder than any cheap words I could string together.”
When he pulled back, Eden grabbed for his face. “Hey. Before Ethan came… you were about to say something…”
Trev stroked Eden’s cheek. “Yeah, I was.”
“So… tell me.”
“You need to really think about the position you’re in right now, beautiful. Not just naked in my bed. But in this MC. You want to stay put, you can. Nobody will make you leave. I’ll stay true to my word, with you, protecting you. I won’t touch another woman while you’re here either.”
“Wow. That’s a big deal.”
“Yeah, it is. We’re riding up to the Daurian charter,” Trev said. “The main table. I want you to come with me. It’s a risk, I won’t lie, but it’ll do you good. I can keep you close and protect you.”
“What does this have to do with the letter and picture?”
Trev said, “You’ll figure that out for yourself. You’ll get really pissed off at me, but you’ll understand it. You can stay back here while I’m gone, but if Ethan sniffs around or something happens, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Eden nodded. “Okay. I’ll go with you. I do trust you, Trev. You helped me. You claimed me or whatever.”
“I want you to do something for me.”
“Climb back on top of you?” Eden asked with a grin.
“Soon enough, beautiful. Seriously though. I want you to tattoo me.”
“What?”
“Think about what you’d put on me.”
“Where would you get it?”
Trev looked down and put a finger to the bite wound. “Right here.”
“You’re not kidding.”
“Of course not. I’ve had some serious wild outlaws tattoo me before. But never someone like you, Eden. I want you to do it for me. Think about it.”
“Okay. I would love to do that for you, Trev.”
Trev kissed her. His hands slipped back around her body, to her ass. Eden slowly opened her legs and Trev thrust forward. She felt his thick cock touch between her legs. It made her jump, realizing he was already hard again.
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p; A second later, Trev pulled her back on top of him.
It was time for another wild ride.
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sixteen.
Trev was fourth in line, behind Blaine, Gaige, and Miller. He respected that Miller always led the charge, but he wished there were times when Miller realized how dangerous it was to be in front. Then again, Trev had a set of pretty hands around his body, clutching to his cut. He couldn’t take the lead and take any chances of getting killed, not with Eden on his ride.
Miller cut toward the coast and cruised that way, the ocean to the left, the rest of the damn country to the right. The road twisted and turned as they plowed out of Frelen, into another county, and then beyond. It was also a risk to ride outside Frelen and the Back Down Devil MC jurisdiction. Enemies were always waiting for the MC to come into range. Hell, there were police departments that would love to feast off the MC, drumming any charges they could fit on paper, just to fuck with the club.
Luckily, Miller had made some calls and they were ensured a clear path up to Daurian.
The only bikers they ran into were some of the guys from the Daurian charter as they waited five miles outside their territory. Three of them lined up on the road, creating their own roadblock.
Miller and Gaige pulled up.
Blaine and Trev were side by side, a few feet back.
Miller climbed off his ride and hugged the three men.
Trev knew them all.
Xavier, Cash, and the VP, Jasper.
When Miller hugged Jasper, he saw the way Jasper clung to Miller’s leather cut.
The VP was really hurt by this.
Miller then looked back and waved a finger. That was the cue to keep following.
The three guys led the way into the town of Daurian and to the Back Down Devil MC clubhouse. Their front was an auto parts warehouse, complete with custom car, motorcycle, and any vehicle customization. Their lot was a lot cleaner than the Frelen lot. Their clubhouse was a bar at the end of the road, complete with neon lights, looking somewhere between a total dive and place to get a quick and cheap bite to eat and a quick and cheap fuck.
The Frelen motorcycles lined up side by side.
The Daurian guys all emerged from the bar and walked to their motorcycles. There was one motorcycle unmanned.
Trev climbed off his motorcycle, Eden right next to him. He grabbed her hand.
The door opened again and out came Ripper, the President. He was thick, more fat than muscle, his neck rolls adding up to four now. Last time Trev saw Ripper, he only had three. He was fully bald, tattoos that went up to his ears and stopped there. He took off a pair of black sunglasses and showed off a massive bruise on his left eye.
He stepped forward as Miller stepped forward.
The tension was goddamn instant and Trev worried someone was going to end up pulling out a gun.
The two President’s faced off for a few seconds before they both hugged.
The slaps to each other’s backs were as loud as thunder.
“Motherfucker,” Ripper growled. “Thank you for coming up here for this.”
“Always,” Miller said. He pointed to Ripper’s leather cut. “Same cut, different charter. We’re all family. We’re all brothers.”
Ripper nodded. “Amen to that.”
“What happened to your face?”
“Ambush,” Ripper said. “Clobbered me with a metal pipe. Knocked me the fuck out. When I came to…” He shook his head.
Trev felt the anger bubbling inside him. He didn’t believe that story for a second.
“Mind if we pay our respects now?” Miller asked.
“No,” Ripper said. “Do what you need to do. We’ll be inside, drinking. Plenty of room. Bring everyone in. We’ll talk and get ready for the dark ride.”
The two President’s hugged again and Ripper walked to the door. He let out a whistle and all his men went into the bar.
Miller then led the way, walking to Giovanni’s motorcycle. He touched the seat and gave a nod.
“Wait here,” Trev whispered to Eden.
He got in line behind Blaine and stepped up to the motorcycle. He gripped one of the handlebars and nodded.
Ride free, brother. Ride free.
When they were all finished, the MC went into the bar.
It had a similar look and feel as the Frelen charter. Ripper ordered a round of shots, for both charters, and they all took a shot dedicated to Giovanni. Ripper then led the way to the back of the bar. They kept going down a hallway and then stopped.
“Our room,” Ripper said. “I’m sorry, Trev, but your old lady can wait out front.”
“Then I’ll wait too,” Trev said. “She’s not my old lady. She’s Griffin’s daughter. We’re protecting her.”
“Jesus Christ,” Ripper said. He looked at Miller.
“Give her some respect, Ripper,” Miller said.
“Sweetheart, go to the bar. The guy running it is named West. Tell him who you are. He’ll get you a drink and make sure nobody bothers you.”
Trev gave a nod to Eden. He kissed her cheek. “You’ll be safe. Anything happens, scream your heart out, beautiful.”
“Protecting, huh?” Ripper asked.
Trev looked at Ripper. “Let it go, brother.”
Eden walked away and Ripper opened the door.
The Daurian charter took their seats at the table, with the exception of one. The Frelen guys all stood at the back of the room, all lined up.
Ripper stood at the head of the table. “Let’s start by giving our friends a warm welcome.”
The entire table clapped and smacked the table, letting out yells and cheers.
“Okay, okay,” Ripper said. “We know why they’re here. They’re here to help us say goodbye to our fallen brother. Giovanni was a great man. He rode by my side into the night and he didn’t come back home. He didn’t get to have a shot and let some reliever take care of his tension. We all know that risk. When we take to the road. It could have been me. You all could be voting in a new President. But Giovanni made that not so. So we go to say goodbye to him. I’m sure wherever the hell he is right now - heaven, hell, somewhere - he’s got a shot in one hand and his other hand pulling the hair of some chick as she’s on her knees. Right?”
The table exploded again with cheers.
Ripper smacked the gavel and got the table to quiet down again.
“Now, let me introduce you to my crew here,” Ripper said. “For those who haven’t met up. To my left is Jasper. To my right, Duke. Best two and three I’ve ever had in my life. The rest of the guys… Cade, Xavier, Kye, Tristan, Cash, Max, Austin, Hudson, and Trent.”
Gaige said, “I’m Gaige. VP. We’ve got our table here. Miller, Blaine, Jace, Landon, Nate, Shay, Erik, and Trev.”
Then Miller stepped forward. “If there’s anything we can do to help with the retaliation for whoever did this, you tell us.”
“Do you have any idea who it was?” Trev asked, speaking out of line and knowing it was a big risk to do so.
“We’ve had some deals and beefs go bad,” Jasper said. “Crews north, south, east, west. Drugs, guns, pussy, everything. Typical bullshit. Everyone reaching for the same power. We had a falling out with the local PD and they’ve been taking us in one at a time for dumb shit. It’s just a lot to sort through.”
“Seems like a lot to handle,” Miller said. “We’re here to help.”
“Amen, brother,” Ripper said. “Me and G were out on a run. Moving some heavy artillery for a friend. Securing some protection on the inside in case someone had to go back in. We were on a bend… and all hell broke loose.”
“What happened to the guns?” Trev asked.
Ripper looked right at him. “I’m more concerned with the dead member of my charter.”
“Fair enough,” Miller said.
“If you guys pull any intel and need something,” Gaige said, “you call me personally. I can send guys up here. I can send prospects. Shit, any of us would come up here
. Nobody takes out a brother and lives to see another day. Agreed?”
“Aye,” Shay yelled.
“Aye!” the table yelled.
The room got loud again and Ripper cracked the gavel again.
“Let’s do this in order,” he said. “It’s time to ride. Let’s honor Giovanni. When we get back here, the whiskey will be room temperature. The beer will be ice cold. The women will be naked. And we’ll have our tattoo guys up here, spilling ink to anyone who wants some. Tomorrow we can start dealing with the retaliation.”
Ripper hit the gavel one last time and motioned toward the door.
They all started to leave and Miller grabbed for Trev and held him back. He had a handful of Trev’s shirt and put him against the wall.
“You don’t talk out of line up here,” Miller said. “You’re not outlaw anymore. You’re in a cut. Remember that.”
“He’s full of shit,” Trev said. “Something bad is going on up here. And it’s going to filter down into us. You remember that.”
Miller showed his teeth and looked ready to strike.
“You two okay?” Ripper asked as he came back into the room.
“Fine,” Miller said. “Just keeping my men in check.”
Miller broke away and Trev adjusted his leather cut. He looked at Ripper and saw the President eyeing him.
“Got something to say?” Trev asked.
“No. You just don’t seem like you fit in here.”
“I’m filling a seat,” Trev said. “I used to run with The Lost Men.”
“Thought you looked familiar,” Ripper said. “You ever want to run outlaw again, you give me a call.”
Ripper winked and walked away.
Trev worked his way to the bar and found Eden sitting there. The guy behind the bar - West - had a shotgun up on the bar and stood there.
“Protection?” Trev asked and pointed to the gun.
“She’s Griffin’s daughter?” West asked.
“Yeah,” Trev said.
“Good man,” West said and looked at Eden. “Knew him well.”
“Did you send me the letter?” Eden asked.
“What letter?” West asked.
“Christ,” Trev said. He put a hand to Eden’s back. “Come on, beautiful. We’re going to ride. To the cemetery. Hold strong for me.”
