FILTHY KISSES (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by London Casey

  Kye knew my story. I shared it many times. Getting up in the morning for a Sunday breakfast to see two of my Dad’s best friends crying. Drinking coffee. Sipping whiskey. My mother at the end of the table looking shocked. She was never alive after that. And the depression only sank its teeth into her more and more. That’s why she ended up sick at such a young age. And that’s why she ended up buried next to Dad at such a young age. Maybe there was a bit of peace knowing my parents were together again, but as I sat there in a bed that wasn’t mine in a house that wasn’t mine, it scared the hell out of me. My son would be born without grandparents. Without a family.

  “Darling, he’s going to have a family. I have a family. You can be part of that family, too. I understand how you feel…”

  I slapped Kye in the face that night. Him being half drunk and trying to tell me I needed to learn to accept Back Down Devil MC. That night he threw a bottle against the wall and went to bed. I cried myself to sleep.

  The next night we slept together and I fell asleep in his arms.

  That was just the relationship we had. Back and forth. On and off. But forever a secret.

  I finally managed to shut my eyes just before two-thirty. The baby had stopped kicking and the TV had finally gotten boring enough to put me to sleep. I slipped off into a decent sleep. Sometimes I dreamed of Kye. In a different life. Maybe as a regular ‘ol mechanic, trying to work and make ends meet for his family. Yeah, we’d struggle, but wasn’t that part of the fun? As long as we loved each other, what else did it matter?

  There were no dreams.

  Just sleep.

  Right up until I heard the vicious slam of the front door.

  chapter three.

  (kye)

  She was at the end of the bar already dreaming of the ways I’d fuck her. Shit, I had a room at the clubhouse. I could take that little beauty in the back (in more ways than one) and show her the time of her life.

  I nodded to her, smiling, and grabbed a prospect, telling him to get her whatever shot she wanted, on me. She chose some cinnamon burn-your-throat shit that would make her lips and tongue taste even better. The last two drops she purposely let fall down into her ample cleavage. With her eyes locked to mine, she stuck her finger into her top and grabbed the liquid and sucked it off her finger.

  Fuck, I wanted to tear her apart.

  “Kye, let’s talk.”

  I turned and Trev stood there. “Prez. What’s up?”

  “Sorry about tonight,” Trev said. “That spiraled out of control fast. We were here with Chief Danielson, trying to keep the locals at bay. Lost sight of the county assholes up there.”

  “It’s all good, Prez,” I said. “Xavier and Cade… they fucking pulled a rabbit out of their ass.”

  “I thought it was jelly,” Trev said with a grin.

  “I hope it didn’t come from their ass,” I said. “How’s Eden?”

  “Eating a jelly sandwich right now.”

  “So it was a craving…”

  Trev laughed. He grabbed my shoulders. “You guys did good. We have the wire transfer coming in for the payment from Ivan. Just need to keep our eyes open on the streets, okay? I have some favors called in on those officers. Make sure they don’t go blabbing and have that car bomb shit fall back on the club.”

  “Fuck,” I said. “That’s all we need.”

  “We’ve dealt with worse, Kye.”

  “Hey, Prez, you ever worry about a kid in this life?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “When Eden has the baby. Growing up in the clubhouse. The MC life. Seeing the violence. You know, that shit.”

  Trev nodded. “Where’s this coming from?”

  “Just curious.”

  “Sounds like you’re fucking rocked from a long day of work, Kye. Go fuck that woman eyeing you up and down. She’s begging for it. If you don’t…”

  “Then you will?”

  Trev curled his lip. “You know me, brother. Shit, you know what Eden would do to me? You don’t fuck with a pregnant woman like that.”

  Trust me, Prez, I get it…

  “Then I guess I’ll have to take one for the club,” I said.

  “Better hurry before Cash asks her questions about her mouth and ass.”

  I looked over my shoulder and Cash was standing at the bar. He leaned toward the beauty, offering that sly smile of his that somehow worked on women.

  I walked to Cash and patted his arm. “I’ve got this one, brother.”

  “No, no, no,” Cash said. “Emily was just about to tell me how many fingers she can take at once.”

  “I prefer a dick,” Emily said.

  “And we all know I’ve got the right dick,” I said.

  “Wait,” Cash said. “Nobody’s a better dick than me.”

  “Yeah, you’re a dick,” I said to Cash.

  Emily giggled.

  I winked at Cash.

  “Have at it,” he said. Then he looked at Emily. “Now when he’s a pile of goo, sucking his thumb because his cock let loose ten seconds in, you come find me. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll need a wheelchair tomorrow.”

  Cash strutted away.

  “Don’t mind him,” I said.

  Emily grabbed my leather cut. “I wasn’t minding him at all. I was just thinking about you. Can I tell you a secret?”

  “Of course you can.”

  “I like it deep,” Emily said.

  “That’s the only way I give it,” I said.

  Emily stood up.

  I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the end of the hallway. Each step was like guilt to me. Fuck, I had an arrangement with Dakota, okay? She didn’t want to be in a relationship with me. I got her pregnant and I was going to stand up as a man and father. She asked me not to bring the news to the club. That was fucked enough but I went along with it. Once she told me about her old man getting popped by a MC a long time ago, I sort of felt for her.

  I had no feelings for her, other than something that lingered around inside me because of the baby.

  Even still, there was a little hit of guilt each time I fucked a woman. It hit worse now because I knew Dakota was home, more pregnant than Prez’s old lady. Shit, if Eden looked ready to pop then Dakota was ready to explode. Eden still had a little ways to go. Dakota was right there, right at the any second now kind of thing.

  That’s why I stopped at the end of the hall.

  I pulled Emily in front of me and touched her face.

  “I have to take off,” I said.

  “What?”

  “It’s a personal thing.”

  “Are you…”

  “My advice is to get on your knees. Earn that drink. Then I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of tonight.”

  Emily licked her lips. “That’s what I wanted, Kye. To show you how deep I can make it go.”

  No man could refuse that.

  I put my head back and took a deep breath. I felt Emily’s hands touch my jeans. She tugged at my belt buckle but I wasn’t having it. This wasn’t anything serious. This was about relief. Shit, as far as I was concerned, even though I knew her name, she was nothing but a reliever to me.

  I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. One good stroke brought him to life. My hands then rested between Emily’s head and shoulders as she took care of me. I put my head back and enjoyed the warm feel of her mouth wrapped tight around me.

  More than once… Dakota popped into my mind…

  **

  I parked my motorcycle in the driveway next to the car. For a split second there was a sense of home that washed over me. The car in the driveway was Dakota’s. A car seat set up in the back, ready for our baby boy.

  My son.

  Those two words stirred up a lot of stuff inside me.

  I walked to the front door and found it unlocked. I gritted my teeth, hating when Dakota did dumb things like that. The amount of people that wanted me dead made having the front door unlocked a really dumb and bad move. You figured h
er obsession with her father’s murder would have made her smarter than that.

  Then again, she did let an outlaw like me go bareback inside her without so much as a question.

  And now look where we’re at together.

  I opened the door and then whipped it shut as hard as I could, knowing it would wake her up, if she was sleeping at all. As much as Dakota tried to play it off that she hated me, she would more times than not be awake, waiting for me. When I used to not come home I could tell it really bothered her. Fuck, I could have been back at the clubhouse pounding in and out of Emily. Riding her until I came and then taking a five minute breather before doing it again and again.

  Instead, I went upstairs and walked down the hallway and turned left at the bedroom door. It was a spare bedroom for me. Shit, the house had four nice bedrooms upstairs along with two and a half bathrooms. Much more than I ever needed in life, but I got the house in a steal after the market crash. Cade gave me some financial advice and I took it. I spent free time with some of the guys working on the house. I was going to flip the house and make a killing on the profit but shit got insane with the MC and I held off. Next thing I knew, years cruised by and now there was a pregnant woman taking up space in my house.

  I opened the door to the bedroom that served no real purpose up until I made Dakota move in.

  She was sitting up, her hands on her belly, her head turned, eyes wide as she stared at me.

  The TV droned on, the light flashing against the wall and Dakota’s body and face. I couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked. When I met her she was stunning. But even now, seeing her in such a vulnerable position, it was beautiful.

  “Did you have to slam the door?” she asked.

  “Did you have to leave it unlocked?”

  “Sorry,” she said.

  She looked forward at the TV.

  “How’s the baby doing?” I asked.

  “He’s still there,” Dakota said. “Active as always.”

  I went into the room and sat down on the bed. I carefully reached with my hand toward Dakota’s stomach. Yeah, it was still a little strange for me to touch her belly but what the hell did I care? It was my child in there. I put the kid there.

  I eased my hand over her stomach. Goddamn, there was nothing like that feeling.

  “How do you feel, darling?” I whispered to Dakota.

  “I feel fat. I feel uncomfortable.”

  I nodded. “Soon enough. Then we’ll have bigger problems, won’t we?”

  “I will.”

  “Hey, I’m in this,” I said. “I told you from day one.”

  Dakota swallowed hard. I saw the emotion creep across her face. “I just can’t stop thinking about how it’s going to work. You. Me. The baby. I’m like this big secret in your life.”

  “You’re only a secret because you wanted to be a secret. I’m trying to respect your wishes. This isn’t easy for me right now. My entire club… my brothers…”

  Dakota put her hand on top of mine. “Will you fuck me tonight?”

  That stole all my words. I was shocked for a moment. Her nails scratched at the top of my fingers. Her eyes locked to mine. A bright blue-green color that had caught my attention from day one.

  “If that’s what you need from me…”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I need to feel good, Kye. I’m uncomfortable. Maybe this will help push things along. I read it online.”

  I wasn’t going to deny sex.

  I slid off the edge of the bed and grabbed the covers, tearing them off the bed.

  Dakota was in nothing but a long t-shirt and a black pair of panties. For the record, she was wearing one of my t-shirts. She turned to her side and reached with her left hand down to her panties.

  I hurried to move her hand out of the way. “Let me do it. Just relax.”

  She looked at me, biting her lip, nodding.

  I grabbed her panties, front and back, and gently pulled them down her body. When she parted her legs, I saw the wet pink of her slit and my cock filled up more than it already had been.

  I tossed her panties to the floor. I slid my left hand up her leg and cut to her inner thigh. Dakota parted her legs and let out a sigh when my fingertips grazed her folds. I knew how much she was worried about the size of her stomach and the way she looked. There was nothing I could do to relieve that from her, which I understood.

  With two fingers, I pressed against her soft and welcoming entrance. My fingers slipped into her. She was wet, on fire, her hips already gently bucking at my touch. This wasn’t about trying to get the baby out as much as it was about being touched. She liked it. She was a woman, she deserved pleasure.

  I placed my other hand to her ass.

  “Kye,” she purred at me.

  “What’s wrong, darling?”

  Dakota looked at me. “Were you with anyone tonight?”

  I gritted my teeth. “You could say that. I didn’t fuck anyone, Dakota.”

  “What happened to your jaw?”

  “A cop hit me with his gun,” I said.

  “What?”

  Suddenly it seemed that sex was off the table. I slipped my fingers from her pussy and touched her inner thigh.

  “Club shit, Dakota,” I said. “Nobody got hurt. Nobody got arrested. Nobody got killed. I thought you didn’t want to know this shit.”

  “I don’t,” she said. “But I don’t want you inside me if you were somewhere else.”

  I nodded. “Fair enough, darling. I’ll just do this…” I moved my fingers at her again.

  Dakota reached for my wrist. “No, Kye. I want you. I’m craving you…”

  I stood up from the bed again and knew what I needed to do.

  “I’ll go grab a quick shower, okay?”

  “Promise me you’ll come back,” she whispered.

  “Of course I will. I’m not going anywhere, Dakota.”

  She reached for me. I interlocked my fingers to hers. We had one of those moments.

  A silent moment as we stared at each other.

  A moment where we felt like a family.

  A moment where her eyes, her smile, and her presence made me question everything in my life.

  chapter four.

  (dakota)

  When he came walking into the bedroom in nothing but a towel, my jaw dropped. Seeing little beads of water on his muscular skin sent a warm gush between my legs. I was aching for him, hating when he was gone but hating him when he was there.

  I just needed to feel loved. He was the only man that could do it for me in my current state.

  Not to mention a man cut with as much muscle as Kye was nothing but a dream to any woman.

  He walked to the bed, right to my side, and stood there. There were times when he looked at me and it was like we felt something for each other. Like something real was there. Something beyond a few hookups that resulted in a pregnancy.

  That look happened right then.

  Kye reached down and touched my face. I reached forward and pulled at the towel. I tore it open and let it fall to his feet. His beautiful dick just hung there, already half full, which made him bigger than anyone I’d ever seen in my life. I ran my fingers from root to tip, feeling a tingling pulsing through my body. As wild as my mind raced in that moment, I told myself this wasn’t about foreplay. This was about pleasure. Yeah, I wanted to stroke him. Yeah, I wanted to taste him. Yeah, I wanted him to devour me in every way possible.

  But I had to hold it off. I had to resist everything. Well, except the sex, of course.

  I took my hand away and opened my legs.

  Kye moved down the bed and climbed on me. I was sideways, the most comfortable position I could be in. He towered over me, on his knees, slithering between my legs. His cock touched me a moment later and I jumped.

  He grabbed my left leg and held me steady. Gently, he thrust forward, breaking me open, welcoming himself inside me. Slowly, Kye offered inch by inch of his body, taking himself to the hilt. Once inside m
e, he offered a thrust, his body hitting against mine. That move stole my breath for a second. I then gasped for air and clutched to the pillows.

  “Fuck, darling,” he growled.

  Kye pulled back and fucked forward.

  It was on.

  I turned my head and let my hair fall into my face. I bit at the pillow as he fucked me harder and faster. The bed groaned, but not as loud as me. His left hand moved under my shirt and up my body. He rested at my ribs for a minute as he pumped at me, offering all of his perfect dick over and over. Then his hand kept going, finding comfort in my left breast. I was so swollen and tender and his rough touch made me shiver. My nipple ached as it became erect. He squeezed, I groaned, and then he thrust even harder, his cock pounding at me.

  His right hand spread across my ass, fingers digging tighter by the second as he pulled at me as he pushed forward.

  “Fuck!” I managed to call out as my body reached the edge.

  It didn’t take much for me to orgasm… mostly because it was Kye and what he did. But also because I didn’t get it enough.

  Kye slipped his hand down from my breast back to my leg. He held me tight, getting even closer to me, fucking me even deeper. He slowed when I needed him to slow. He went faster when I needed him to go faster. He did everything to me and for me. It was in those precious and intimate moments together that I felt something like love for Kye.

  Everything he did for me. For the baby. Everything I asked him to do and he did it.

  Kye fucked me harder, his grunts getting louder, his fierce grip to my body getting more and more. His fingers dug into sensitive muscle, but I loved it.

  “Fuck, darling,” he growled at me. He leaned over my body, his hands grabbing at the bed. “Look at me right now.”

  I turned my head and blew the hair out of my face.

  I had a beautiful and dangerous outlaw inches from my face. His muscles flexed tight, thick and hard like his dick. His stomach muscles were working hard, rippling and flexing each time he fucked forward at me.

  He inched closer and closer to me until our lips gently brushed together.

  At that exact second, Kye started to come.

  I gasped when I felt him let go and felt that first gush of release.

  Kye then gritted his teeth and hissed, holding himself deep inside me, pumping himself everywhere. I tried to cry out but I lost my voice halfway down my throat and couldn’t speak.