FILTHY KISSES (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by London Casey

  My right hand cupped under his shaft, squeezing and tugging as my mouth took care of the rest. Kye stared down at me, his eyes like fire burning deep inside me.

  I took all I could into my mouth and slowly eased back. I popped my lips off him and quickly let my hand go to work. I stroked hard and fast, catching my breath so I could do it again.

  This time I slowly moved down and then started to savor him. I rocked back and forth, tasting from the fleshy tip of his cock to his rock hard shaft. Kye put his hands to my shoulders and moved me the way he wanted me.

  My hands moved down to his legs, feeling muscle.

  “Darling, slide your hand into your panties,” Kye ordered.

  It caught me off guard but I wasn’t going to argue with him. I dropped my hands to my sides, letting my right hand creep forward and touch the top of my panties. I continued to suck Kye, forward and back. I loved the feeling of the ridge of his dick as it flirted with my teeth and lips.

  My hand moved into my panties, down until I was touching myself. I was wet, my folds warm and parted, ready for more. I thrust my middle finger into myself and I groaned.

  “Fuck,” Kye growled. “That’s good.”

  He slid his left hand to the back of my neck. With his right hand, he gripped the thick root of his cock and started to pump.

  “Keep going,” Kye said. “See how far you can reach into that sweet pussy of yours.”

  I whimpered with my mouth full of him. I curled my finger some more and pressed hard into myself. My body flexed and I groaned again. I pulled back with my mouth, off Kye’s cock, and let out another groan. My lips were pouty and tingling. My body shivered.

  “Lean back against the bed, darling,” Kye said.

  I fell back against my heels and spread my legs.

  “I want to see everything,” he growled at me. “Right now.”

  I took my hand from my panties. I wasn’t in a position to take them off so I did the next best thing. I pulled my panties to the side with my left hand. I touched myself with my right hand, rubbing my soft and warm folds, staring up at a beautiful man of muscle as he started to stroke his cock. He was using my saliva as lube to go fast.

  “Two fingers right now,” he ordered me.

  I added my pointer finger to my middle finger and slid them into my pussy. I pressed deeper, thrusting my hips up, biting my lip. It felt good. It would feel better if Kye was doing it though.

  Kye sucked in a breath and hissed. His hand was tight around the head of his cock, ripping at it like he was going to tear it off. Fuck, it was so hot to see him be so rough with himself.

  “Touch your clit, darling,” Kye said. “Show me.”

  I eased my fingers out and brought them up. I pulled at my hood, exposing my sensitive clit. With just my middle finger I touched. A convulsion sent through my body and I jumped forward. I hurried to kick my legs out so I was sitting on my ass. I rubbed my clit harder, faster, still watching as Kye stroked his massive cock. My toes were curled and I tore at my panties as my hand shook more and more.

  Kye then did something surprising. He fell to his knees, right there on the floor of the bedroom. He took his hand off his cock and it just stood there, full, throbbing, ready to unleash.

  Kye then grabbed for the side of the bed and gripped tight.

  “Don’t stop touching yourself,” he said as his mouth inched closer to mine.

  Our lips touched. I groaned and slid my fingers down, entering myself again. Our tongues touched. I felt a surge deep in my core.

  Kye broke the kiss. “You’re going to come for me, darling. Then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fill you.”

  “Oh, shit,” I groaned.

  Kye kissed me again.

  My fingers moved in and out of my pussy, finding a pace that worked for me.

  Kye kissed down to my neck. His kisses were thorough, loud, purposely done so to fucking tease me. And it was working wonders. My ass started to grind against the floor in the bedroom as I was beginning to reach climax.

  When his mouth touched my ear, Kye let out a growl. “I fucking love the sound of your wet pussy, darling. You touching yourself. My cock is ready to let go, Dakota. I’m fucking ready to come inside you.”

  I whimpered and put my head back against the bed. My fingers started to move faster.

  “Come for me,” Kye ordered. “Right now, darling. Right…”

  When Kye said now I put his hand to my hand, against my pussy. He thrust one of his thick fingers inside me, accompanying my two fingers.

  That was all I could manage.

  My pleasure mounted and I started to come. I let out a scream and Kye hurried to kiss me. I continued to let out screams but they were muffled from me and him kissing.

  Kye stroked the inside of my pussy with his fingers, moving my fingers along with him. Then in a swift motion, he took his hand away and grabbed my hand away also. His hands grabbed my waist and he lifted me up, putting me right on the bed. He turned me around, putting me on my hands and knees, my ass sticking up at his cock.

  My panties were in the way, but not for long as he tore them down to the middle of my legs. His hands smacked my bare ass and he pulled me back to his cock. My pussy was throbbing and I was more than ready for him. Even still, when he thrust forward, the sensation of his thick cock ripping me open was enough that I had to bury my face in the sheets to keep from yelling too loud.

  Kye sank into me and held there. His hands ran up my body and around, cupping my breasts. He then started to fuck me, pumping his amazing body at mine.

  There was nothing like it.

  Kye bringing me to climax two more times.

  Kye bringing himself to climax inside my body.

  It was wild, sweaty, feral.

  The kind of sex women dreamt about but rarely got.

  When Kye started to come, his right hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled, keeping our bodies connected and his cock as deep as it could be.

  I found myself biting the bedsheets.

  I loved everything about Kye… every inch of his muscles to every inch of his cock… to every inch of his heart.

  **

  I was still out of breath as he threw his arm around me and pulled me close. Our bodies were naked and touching. It was too late to be awake, knowing Ellis would get up at any moment for something to eat.

  I kissed his forearm.

  “Get some sleep, darling,” he whispered to me. “I’ll take care of the kid tonight.”

  I smiled, my heart melting. I loved that Kye was such a good father.

  “Kye… about that car…”

  “Get some sleep,” he whispered.

  “Should I be worried?” I asked.

  “I would never let anything hurt you,” Kye said. “You or Ellis. You’re my family. You know that.”

  “I believe you,” I said, almost as though I was trying to convince myself.

  The truth was that alone, I wasn’t sure how much Kye could. But with the club…

  I shut my eyes and shot the thought away.

  Kye squeezed me tighter. “Hey, just listen to me for a second, Dakota. Things are going to work out. They always do. I know you don’t get the meaning of the MC. But it’s a brotherhood. A true brotherhood. We have each other’s backs all the time. The same goes for inside this house and family. I’m going to make sure everyone is safe.”

  “Just answer me, Kye. That car…”

  “It could be anything, Dakota.”

  I didn’t want to let it go until Kye told me everything he had spoken to with the MC guys about.

  Ellis let out a cry through the baby monitor.

  “I got it,” Kye said.

  He climbed out of the bed and climbed into a pair of jeans. I watched him leave the room and I rolled to my back. I was in bed alone, listening to the sound of Kye and Ellis together. Kye was a fucking warrior outlaw. I had stripped him of his soul though and that wasn’t fair to do. I was terrified that if he stayed close to the MC h
e would end up hurt or dead. But that life was going to follow him no matter what.

  There was no sleep in my near future as the thoughts raced through my mind. I had lost so much in my life and I didn’t want to lose the man I loved or my only child.

  I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye and turned my head to look at the monitor.

  “It’s okay, little man, Dad is here. I’ve got you. Eat up. Get a good burp out. Take a poop. Whatever you need. I’ll hold you all night, Ellis. But I need you to get some sleep soon so I can share some time with Mom. I think she’s nervous. We need to get her to calm down. I don’t know what else I can do. But I promise you, I’m going to keep you both safe. All I want you to do, little man, is focus on getting bigger and stronger. And for Mom… I just want her to enjoy her life.”

  I clutched sheets and felt my heart start to tear.

  Kye was a good man. A good father. An amazing lover. A caregiver. And in the pit of his own heart he was meant to be an outlaw.

  But I didn’t know what to do. How to let him go and hope he’d come back to me.

  If Kye couldn’t get anymore perfect, when he finished feeding and burping Ellis, he started to hum. The sound was soothing.

  The sound put both of us to sleep.

  chapter twenty-five.

  (kye)

  Ellis hadn’t been sleeping all that great. I’d been sharing the late nights with Dakota, trying to help as much as I could. Hell, we even had Debbie over two nights ago. She insisted on spending the night, sleeping on my couch.

  I could feel tension between me and Dakota too. She wanted to know more about what I knew, which really wasn’t all that more than she did. I spoke with Jasper on the phone once and we still hadn’t ID’ed the guy who set me up. There hadn’t been any other situations though, which was good.

  Things were calm on the outside, but building on the inside.

  I climbed behind the wheel of a pickup truck that needed an exhaust system. I pulled it into the bay and lifted it up. The guy that dropped it off insisted he didn’t need an entire system but one look said otherwise. Calling him on the phone about it wasn’t the easiest conversation either. The guy - Steve - was a complete asshole. So much so that I had no choice but to tell him he was being an asshole.

  I wasn’t sure who hung up on who, but I knew that was going to just be the start of my fucking day.

  I pulled his truck out of the bay and went to work on the next vehicle. A car that needed brakes.

  The work was monotonous. I hated every second of it. All I could think about was the club. The guys in and out of the clubhouse, probably working their ass off to find out what the hell was going on. I couldn’t believe that Ivan was going to sell guns and stuff to a middleman that was then going to help out the Night Soul. It was nothing but stupid turf war bullshit that Ivan and his guys had no business in caring about. We should have done more about Night Soul when we had the fucking chance a while ago. But we had so much on our plate. The transition of power with Trev taking over. Settling an old beef with the Irish.

  I cranked a wrench and it popped off the nut.

  I slammed the wrench to the floor. “Fuck!” I bellowed.

  “Yo, take it easy, man,” Rich called out from another bay.

  “Fuck you, Rich!” I said.

  I made a fist and punched the side of the car I was working on. Pain rocketed through my arm. I left a nice dent in the car.

  “Shit,” I said.

  “Whoa, what the hell was that?” Rich asked as he rushed over.

  He saw me standing there. Then he looked at the car.

  “Whoa, you did that?”

  “Just go away, Rich,” I said. “I’m not in the mood.”

  Rich adjusted his safety glasses and showed his hands in defeat.

  I stepped back and leaned against the open bay. I looked out to the world. The real world. The free world. The world where Back Down Devil MC guys were cruising the streets, trying to find a way to keep the town and the club safe.

  And what the fuck was I doing?

  Changing brakes on a car that was fifteen years old. Yeah, the new brakes would keep the driver and their family safe, but that’s not what I wanted in life.

  I wanted my goddamn family. The family at home - Dakota and Ellis. And the same at the clubhouse. My brothers.

  I wanted to wear my leather cut with pride.

  I made fists and put my head back.

  I didn’t get two seconds of peace before I heard Marty clear his throat.

  “Taking a fucking siesta?” he asked.

  I looked at him. “Not today, Marty. Really. Okay?”

  “Not today?” Marty took out a smoke and lit it up. “He says not today.” The cigarette danced between his lips when he spoke. He took a deep drag and plucked the smoke from his mouth. “You motherfucker. Not today? There’s a dent in that car. Where the fuck did that come from?”

  “My goddamn fist,” I said.

  Easy, Kye. You need this job.

  “And did you call Steve an asshole because of his fucking exhaust?”

  “He needs a new one,” I said.

  “Then sell it to him.”

  “I’m not a fucking salesman.”

  Marty pointed at me, cigarette in hand. “Yes you are. You are whatever I say you fucking are. Got that?”

  “Get your finger out of my face,” I warned.

  Marty put his hand down. Our eyes were locked tight.

  This wasn’t going to end well.

  “Hey, Kye,” Rich said. “Why don’t you help me with this starter real quick? Everyone take a breather. Then we’ll tackle the brakes and the exhaust on that truck.”

  “See that?” Marty asked. “That’s Rich. He’s a good employee. He does as told. He doesn’t fuck up my day and fuck up my life. Rich is a kiss ass. And I love my ass kissed.”

  “I bet that’s not all you like done to your ass, Marty,” I said.

  Everyone in the garage started to chuckle. There were about ten of us there. And Marty did not take kindly to his major pride taking a shot.

  I already knew I was going to lose my job.

  Now I just needed to decide how to do it…

  Simple or in outlaw style.

  **

  I turned and made three steps before Marty was behind me. I felt his hand grab my shoulder. He pulled and I thrust my shoulder forward, breaking his hold. I kept going and he grabbed for me again.

  “Get the fuck back here,” he growled.

  His fingertips grazed my back and that’s when I spun around. I grabbed him by his shirt and drove him back, slamming him against the car I was working on.

  “Don’t ever touch me,” I said.

  I broke away as Rich hurried between us.

  “Holy Christ,” Rich said. “Seriously. Just everyone take a break.”

  “Tell you what,” Marty said. “Kye could go take a break. A nice long break. You’re done here, asshole. I don’t want to see your fucking face ever again.”

  “Yeah, exactly,” I said. “Tough guy.”

  “I’ll fucking destroy you,” Marty said.

  I started to walk away. I really wanted nothing to do with Marty. By then my mind had already started to shift gears. I was thinking about how to tell Dakota about what had happened. More so, I needed to talk to her about the MC.

  “Tough break for that bastard kid of yours,” Marty said. “Now he’ll have nothing. All because his father is a fucking piece of shit.”

  That was the last straw for me.

  I grabbed the first thing in sight. A wrench. I turned and lifted it into the air. If I was closer I would have smacked it right across Marty’s head. But since I wasn’t close enough, I simply threw the wrench. I didn’t aim for Marty’s head though. Shit, I would have probably killed him and ended up in jail.

  Instead, the wrench slammed into the window of the car, shattering it.

  Marty jumped out of the way. “Holy shit! Call the police!”

  I
charged after Marty. Rich tried to get in the way and I grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him aside like he was a toy to me.

  I got my hands on Marty and put him against the car. The son of a bitch then pissed himself. He was shaking, ready to cry his eyes out.

  “You fucking call the police and I’ll come back for you,” I warned. “Understand?”

  Marty nodded. “Just get out of here. Right now.”

  I pushed away from Marty and that was it.

  My career as a mechanic came to a sudden end.

  I walked out of the garage and to my truck.

  I got inside, started it, and my phone rang.

  It was Dakota.

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  I was going to have to think of something to tell her.

  Fuck that, I was going to tell her the truth.

  “Hey, darling,” I said, taking the call.

  “Kye!” her voice screamed, cracking up. “We’re being followed!”

  chapter twenty-six.

  (dakota)

  Debbie called me right after noon and said she had the rest of the day off. She wanted to go out with me and Ellis. I had been feeling stuck in the house for a while and I couldn’t pass up the chance to get out.

  Ellis was still napping when Debbie arrived, so I made coffee and we sat to chat.

  “How’d you get out early?” I asked.

  “Seniority,” Debbie said with a wink. “That’s how it goes.”

  “Good for you.”

  “How are things here? How’s Ellis sleeping?”

  “Here and there,” I said. “He’s a baby though. I’m sure he’ll settle in.”

  “He will,” Debbie said. “I know it sounds crazy to say right now, but enjoy these days while you can. They go by too fast. You can’t imagine it but he’ll be walking, talking, going to school. Oh boy, time goes fast.”

  I smiled. “I like thinking about the future.”

  “That’s what someone says when they’re not happy with the present.”

  “I’m happy.”

  “Dakota…”

  I pushed my coffee aside. “I’m worried about Kye. I regret having him leave the club.”

  “Oh?”

  What happened then was a five minute spew of words. I stood up and paced the kitchen as I told Debbie everything I could. About the car following me. About the guys from Back Down Devil showing up. About the way Kye looked when he was at that garage. How I knew he wasn’t happy but he was doing it for me and Ellis.