An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(61)

“Fuck,” he said. “This was well planned. This was an attack on you and Eden. It wasn’t Duke.”

“No,” I said. “Trent, no. He saved us. I got Eden to the living room and she lost it. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to drag her. She was…” My lips started to quiver. “Oh, the baby. Trent, tell me she’s okay.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Trev is checking on her now.”

“Duke saved us both,” I said. “He showed up at the last second. He took Eden out first. Then he got me. He called for help and came to the hospital with us.”

Trent stood up. “Christ. Duke saved you.”

“Yeah. Why?”

I saw guilt on his face. “You heard those noises out there?”

“Yeah.”

“That was me and Duke.”

“Trent. No.”

He leaned down again and put his head to my chest. I grabbed for his hair. He smelled like sweat, steel, and man.

“Fuck, Harlee,” he whispered. “I swear I love you. You have my head and heart all tied up in a big knot right now.”

It probably was the worst time for it, but having his head touching my breasts… well, it did stuff to me. I felt my toes curl. My hands touched his back and I tried to squeeze him.

Was this the monster being vulnerable to me?

“I know who did this, darling,” Trent said. He lifted his head and was just a few inches from me. “Goddammit, I know who did this.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Daxton,” Trent said.

That sent a cold ripple through my body. Then Trent started to pull away even more. I sank my nails into my arms and shook my head.

“Darling,” he said. “He can’t hurt you. He f*cked up. He f*cked with my club, my old lady, the love of my life. He’s dead.”

“He’ll find me,” I said. “I can’t go back to the clubhouse, Trent.”

Trent leaned over me and kissed my forehead. “Darling, I’m just being honest with you. If he attacked the apartment he figures his work is done. I’m going to find out the truth. Right now, you’re going to stay put until the doctor says so. I’ll keep Duke here, okay?”

Strangely, that actually comforted me. I was supposed to kill Duke, but he had saved me from the fire. I trusted him to save me again.

“But I don’t want you to leave,” I said.

“I won’t,” Trent said. “But I need to talk to Trev. I need to check on Eden and the baby. I need to get my brothers together and meet. So if I’m not in this room, Duke will be out there.”

Trent kissed me again, harder than before. He stayed right there too, our lips and tongues playing a flirty game. His hand touched my breast and he kissed down to my neck. I put my head back and swallowed hard. Just hours ago I had been so close to dying. Now I had this wild outlaw’s hands on my body.

Trent kissed down to the top of my hospital gown and then paused.

He pulled at the gown, sliding it down my shoulder. I watched as he began to expose my left breast. His mouth then latched to me, making my whimper as I looked to my left, knowing the door was right there. It was unlocked. Anyone could come inside the hospital room.

As Trent’s tongue sliced left and right against my nipple, I thrust my chest at him, wanting more. I craved more. I couldn't imagine not having Trent’s mouth and body pleasuring me. I couldn’t accept death, ever. Trent gave me a purpose to live and want to live.

His other hand moved down and went right up my gown. A moment later, his fingers touched between my legs. I bent my knees and inched down, offering everything to him. He curled his fingers around the top of my panties and pulled them down as far as he needed. The second his fingers touched my wet skin, I shivered and grabbed for the railings on the bed. Of all things in all the places, I never thought…

Trent’s teeth clamped tighter against my nipple. I gasped and whimpered, desperate to scream, but I didn’t want to give us away.

Two fingers eased against my folds, making circles until he pressed against my center. So slow he pushed, his two fingers entering my body. The first inch was calm but then he thrust hard and deep, sinking his fingers into me. I bucked at him, bouncing on the bed.

Trent took his mouth from my breast and looked at me. “Easy, darling. Don’t press the nurse button or else this is going to turn into a threesome.”

“Asshole,” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

I felt his thumb graze my clit and I jumped again. He repeated the move over and over teasing the hell out of me. Finally, I grabbed his wrist and sank my nails into him like they were venomous fangs.

“Please,” I begged. “I couldn’t imagine not having you anymore, Trent. I don’t want to die. Not with you in my life.”

Trent lowered his mouth near mine again. “You never have to worry about that, darling. I’ll always protect you. I’ll always save you. I’ll always… take care of you.”

With that, he kissed me.

His two fingers were back inside me, twisting, opening the floodgates, literally. His thumb pressed to my clit and I felt myself almost instantly ready to explode.

Trent was now my world, the only world I needed and wanted.

But for us… the fire in the apartment wasn’t the end of death chasing us down…