An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(29)

His hand held tight to the root of his cock as he slowly continued to jerk, his release no longer spraying but collecting and dripping at the tip of his dick. He then rubbed his cock against the back of my leg and he climbed off the bed.

“I already told you,” he said, “you’re sleeping in the bed. You need to stay safe, darling. While you can.”

I rolled to my side, feeling Trent’s release climbing down my body to the bed.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“You want the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Your time is up with the MC,” he said. “We have a war to fight and win. There’s nothing else you could do for us.”

Trent turned away from me. His back was ripped and ridged with muscles. He had the same skull from his leather cut tattooed on his back.

I didn’t say a thing back to him.

So he left the room, slamming the door.

So there it was… all on the table.

My body ached. My * swelled, wanting more. I felt his seed clinging to my body. And yet, he hadn’t f*cked me. He had not taken that perfect cock and f*cked me.

Worse yet… he was going to throw me out of the clubhouse and the protection from the MC.





fifteen.



(trent)



I took a shower and had to go back into the goddamn room to get a goddamn change of clothes. I told myself if Harlee was awake I would just give in and f*ck her. Or at the very least I would kiss her. I felt almost foolish that I had gone to such lengths to pleasure her (and myself) yet I hadn’t just taken what I really wanted.

That wasn’t like me.

The monster didn’t tip-toe around shit.

But that’s what Harlee did to me.

She made me tip-toe because I was split directly in half. One half wanted her ass gone. Get the f*ck out and find a different way to survive without the outlaw life lingering and the reaper wanting her ass as much as I did. The other half of me wanted to keep her close, f*ck her senseless, and enjoy whatever time we had left together before she ate a bullet from me, Trev, or someone on the outside.

Christ.

I opened the bedroom door and saw that Harlee had a small light turned on next to the bed. She was under the covers and there was a towel next to the bed. I had to laugh at myself knowing that the towel was covered with my good stuff. Harlee was on her side, facing the light. Her hair damn near covering her entire face. I had no idea how she could breathe like that.

I took a step and paused.

I took another step and kept going.

I walked to the side of the bed and reached for Harlee. I gently moved the hair out of her face and watched her sleep for a little bit. There was only one other woman I ever stared at like that and she left when the life got too real. I never blamed her for leaving and never would. She was better off.

Harlee would be better off, too.

This shit with the O’Nuall family and Night Soul was going to get really messy. Hell, the O’Nuall had cut off the head to a Night Soul table member and sent it to us. A gift. A warning. A threat. Those Irish men didn’t give a damn when it came preserving their brand of justice and their idea of freedom. They were ruthless and they were old school. In some ways they were the outlaws that paved the way for the rest of us.

Now everyone was at war for power.

It wasn’t about guns. It wasn’t about money.

It was about power.

Maybe that was the same thing with Harlee.

Power.

That’s what I always had over women. Complete and total power. The muscles, the leather cut, the reputation of being a monster, and that was all before they saw me naked and felt what my hands, mouth, and cock could do.

It was different with Harlee.

Maybe I just felt bad for her because it seemed everything in her life was shit.

My hand started to reach down again for her. This time I wasn’t going for her hair. I was going for her shoulder. I was going to push her to her back and lift up her shirt. I wanted to see if she had put on panties or not. I wanted another taste of her honey. I wasn’t full yet. My mouth had yet to explore the rest of her.

Just as my fingertips brushed her shoulder, I heard a noise outside the bedroom.

I was unarmed and unprepared.

In other words - I was f*cked.

**

My first thought was to keep Harlee safe.

I walked to the door and peeked out. Down the hallway, there was nothing.

I gritted my teeth and snuck back into the bedroom and grabbed my gun. I then jumped across the bedroom to the bathroom. If someone was going to come down the hallway to the bedroom I could then ambush them from behind.

I waited what felt like the entire goddamn night and nothing happened.

But I heard another noise in the apartment. I knew I wasn’t imaging the sound. Someone was in the apartment.

I gave it another few breaths and then stepped out into the hallway. I walked down the hallway slowly, gun up and ready to fire. I wasn’t going to stand for any bullshit. Whoever this was…

I grabbed a picture frame off the wall and that was going to be my diversion. When I got to the corner of the hall I tossed the picture forward toward the kitchen and then jumped out. The plan was to have the intruder looking at the flying picture frame so I could get a shot off at the son of a bitch.

In reality the picture frame hit the counter and shattered. I turned, gun ready to fire, and saw Cash sitting at the dining room table.