An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(36)

Trent moved his hand from my neck to my shoulder and pushed at me.

“Gently,” he said. “I want to feel those lips slide slowly against me.”

I did as told, stopping at the head of his cock again.

“Do that again, but a little faster.”

I listened.

Trent then said, “Faster. And open your f*cking eyes. Look up at me with your dirty mouth full, darling.”

I opened my eyes and realized just how much of him was inside my mouth. I groaned and looked up at Trent. He took his hand off my shoulder and touched the top of my head. His fingers dug into my hair and he nodded, pulling at me some more.

So I tested my limits.

Fuck, I went beyond my limits. So much so that my eyes watered, making Trent blurry. My hands grabbed at Trent’s legs. They were so strong, flexed tight, telling me he liked what I was doing.

I went as possibly far as I could. When my limit was reached I hurried to pull back and away, desperate to catch my breath. My hands were shaking as I held his legs.

Trent quickly grabbed his cock and stroked himself. “Now, darling, I want you to taste it all. I’m almost there. Right now.”

So I went right back to work. This time there were no more games. I put my right hand back to his dick and I started to suck him. Back and forth, going as far as I could without hesitating. My other hand couldn’t help itself as I reached up and under his shirt, feeling the ripples of his muscles.

He was gorgeous. Dirty, wild, and gorgeous.

When I took my left hand from his shirt and grabbed at his leather cut, I saw the diamond ring. I had no idea what the hell it all meant.

I’m supposed to marry him? For real?

Trent let out a deep groan and thrust at me.

“Ah, f*ck, darling,” he said.

His fingertips touched my shoulders, guiding me back and forth, faster by the second.

I felt him thickening in my mouth and I swore I could feel his seed working right up to the point when he finally exploded in my mouth.

When he did, he hissed and gritted his teeth. He bent his legs and stopped moving, leaving the rest of the job for me to finish. The back of my tongue was overflowed as I tried to swallow and keep up with him as he pulsed more and more inside me.

I stayed right with him, even when I was breathless.

Long after he was done, I slowly kept going. I waited until Trent pulled away from my mouth to finally be done.

Trent pulled up his jeans and tucked himself away. He then traced the outline of my lips.

“Goddammit,” he said. “I could get used to that.”

I was still trying to catch my breath. My hands were back on the bed. I half wanted Trent to go down on me. The other half of me wanted him to rip every piece of clothing off me and f*ck me until I couldn’t move.

Before anything could happen, there was a knock at the door.

“Brother,” a voice said as the door opened.

It was the VP - Jasper.

“What?” Trent asked.

“Need to finish our conversation from before.”

I placed my hands to Trent’s stomach, over his shirt. I nodded. I mouthed GO to him.

He traced my jaw and curled his lip. I could never tell if he was pissed at me or pissed at everything around him. I could see it in his eyes he didn’t want to be done with me. That alone left my body aching even more. All the women in the world and this guy had his eyes set on me. I’d find out the story about the diamond ring, but what mattered right then was that he wanted me there. He cared enough that he didn’t want me to leave and get hurt.

I sort of loved him for that.

Sort of.

When he turned away, I touched my jaw. I felt like I needed an ice pack. Hell, if he expected me to do that again to him… I needed some serious practice.

Trent left the room and I was all alone. Right there in this clubhouse, right in Trent’s room. It oozed of bad boy biker, smelling of old clothes and hot sex. That part made me a little jealous. I wondered how many had been in the same position as me. I wondered if he used the same moves and words.

Then again, what did it matter?

He was the one licking me the other night, right? I was the one he wanted to wear his ring, right?

I took a few minutes to scour the room, snooping. Yeah, so what? I was intrigued by Trent. He didn’t give me much to run with. On his dresser he had some old pictures. They were of him and other guys in the MC I recognized. A younger version of Trent and Jasper standing together, smiling, beers in hand. Jasper was totally boyish while Trent had the same thick build and wild eyes. There was a picture of him clean shaven and super short hair. He looked like a model. I expected there to be a bottle of cologne in his hand. And if there was, I would buy a hundred bottles.

I snuck a peek in his drawers and found nothing exciting.

However, the night stand was a whole other story.

I pulled open the drawer and stepped back at the sight of the gun. Surrounding the gun were condoms. Lots of them. When I opened the drawer more I found small bottles of lube. My cheeks reddened and my jealousy fired up again. I would never need lube with Trent. Nothing on me would dry up for him. Then again, if he wanted to put himself somewhere that didn’t get wet…

I felt my face burning even hotter.

Then I saw something else.

Another picture, face down.

I took it out of the drawer and turned it around.

It was Trent, on a motorcycle, with a beautiful woman with her arms around his neck. She had long black hair and sexy eyes. She was cheek to cheek with Trent and the smile on his face was completely genuine. He was in a cut off t-shirt, showing off his muscles and tats. The woman looked so clean and innocent.