An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(52)

Trent curled his lip at me. He wasn’t happy with me.

I started to reach for him and he walked away. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

That’s all he said to me.

I looked at Eden, then Trev.

“Good luck with that one,” Trev said.

“He really is a monster,” I whispered.

Trev laughed. “Yes he is, Harlee. And now… he’s your monster.”

**

My back was against the shower tiles. Trent groaned each time he f*cked forward, pounding into me. It was the hottest and angriest sex of my life. I purposely dug my nails into his back as hard as I could, scratching and breaking skin. That only seemed to fuel his wild fire. His hands cupped my ass so hard and spread me so wide, I knew there’d be handprints for days on my ass.

Great.

His tongue swirled around my left nipple and then his teeth clamped down, hard and fast, pulling. I let out a scream and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but I was completely and totally his. He pulled his mouth away and ran the tip of his tongue up my chest to my neck. He started to kiss to my ear and then came across my cheek and settled at my mouth. Our noses touched but our lips didn’t.

Our eyes locked as tight as my * to his cock.

I loved him.

Not just fantasy stuff either. He dug his way into my heart the way he dug into my panties ten minutes ago.

I took my hands off his back and grabbed his face. I dug there too, now I was the one gritting my teeth at him.

He f*cked hard. He f*cked fast. He f*cked good.

Right up to the last thrust, each one was better than the previous.

As he started to come, his hands moved to the back of my legs and lifted me even higher. I grabbed at his arms, his bulging biceps were slippery from the water.

He pulled back so damn slow and plowed into me with gentle care. I felt his cock literally throbbing as he did so. I felt the mess of our sex pouring from my body. I felt a connection that went deeper than just his dick inside my *. He pressed his chest forward, touching mine. It was like he wanted our hearts to touch one another.

Trent then stayed there. He stopped f*cking me. He put his forehead to mine.

We stayed just like that until the water ran cold.

Then Trent carried me to his bed.

**

He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I stood next to his motorcycle. Jasper, Cash, Kye, Xavier, and Max were all in a line. There was another motorcycle there, empty, which was Trev’s. He was inside with Eden, probably trying to beg her to go back to the clubhouse.

“Don’t leave for anything,” Trent said to me. “Got that?”

“Yes.”

“You need anything. Food. Drink. Anything. You tell a prospect or a member. Anyone gives you shit, you call me.”

“You’re really going to fight someone for money?”

“It’s what I have to do. I don’t lose, darling. At anything. I’ll be back here before you know it. Then this shit will die down and we can talk about you becoming my old lady for real.”

I blushed when he said it, wondering how honest he was being.

His thumb grazed by my lips and I kissed it. Trent then took his hand away and winked at me. He put on his sunglasses and started his motorcycle. Behind him, the rest of the MC riders did the same. I stepped back as Trev came out of the apartment building and got on his motorcycle.

I stood there, clutching my chest as the rumbling of all the motorcycles. Eden stepped up next to me and we both stood there and watched our men leave. Our hands touched and we grabbed for each other, knowing damn well there was a good chance they’d never come back.

The thundering sound continued after they were out of sight.

I looked at Eden and she looked at me. “The baby kicks like crazy when she hears a motorcycle.”

I smiled.

My heart raced and I wanted to cry.

I knew what was real inside me and what I felt… but I didn’t know what was real for Trent… and worst yet - would I ever know the truth?





twenty-seven.



(trent)



When I climbed off my ride, I looked around the lot and wondered what kinds of ghosts were lingering around. What used to be some kind of factory was now a beat up warehouse, probably written off as some dummy company for the Russians to move guns, drugs, and bodies.

Trev spotted the guys that had come up from the Frelen charter and was on his way to hug every one of them. He had his arms open and collided together with the Frelen charter President, Miller.

They had Miller, Gaige (the VP), Blaine, Jace, and Nate.

We had to stay close and stay tight together because we were in foreign f*cking territory. It was good to have the support of our brothers from another charter.

I shook hands with Miller, hugged Gaige, and nodded to the rest of the guys.

“Okay,” Cash said, “let’s get this fight going. I’m hungry for some *.”

“Amen,” Blaine said. “That Russian stuff is… oh, man…”

“Easy now,” Miller said. “You’re a well taken care of man.”

“Yeah,” Blaine said. “Fuck.”

“Where’s your old lady, Blaine?” Cash asked.

“Back home,” Blaine said. “I wouldn’t bring her or the baby up here.”