Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(12)

As Landon stared at her, he wanted to be mean. But, damn, this woman was beautiful, considering her hair was a mess, she had no makeup on, and she was wearing old clothes. She pulled it all off easily. The wind from the ocean ripped around them, throwing Avery’s hair around her face.

Landon reached forward and gently tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ears. That’s when he made the connection. This woman was the one who dropped a motorcycle outside the MC lot just about the time Shay’s car exploded.

“Are you going to kill me?” Avery asked.

“Depends. Do I have reason to kill you?” Landon sensed Avery’s fear. “Do I have a reason?”

“I don’t think so…”

“Take off your f*cking pants,” Landon said.

“What? No.”

“It wasn’t a question. It was a f*cking order, sweetheart.”

“I’m not taking off my pants,” Avery said.

Landon reached down and grabbed the top of her pants. He pulled her against his body.

Avery slapped Landon across the face. “I said no, *.”

“Slap me again, sweetheart. Come on. Fucking do it.”

Avery slapped Landon again. Landon pushed on the top of her jeans. The tips of his fingers felt the lacy cloth of her panties. It made him grip harder, wanting to slide his fingers into her panties and explore her.

“If you don’t take your f*cking pants off, I’ll throw you down and rip them off. Then you’ll have to walk around with no pants. Is that what you want?”

“Just f*cking kill me then,” Avery said. “If that’s what you want to do.”

Landon smiled. “I never said I wanted to kill you. I’m ordering you to take your f*cking pants off.”

“I’ll call for help.”

Now Landon laughed. “I am the f*cking help, sweetheart. Who do you think runs this little town and the surrounding areas? You think anyone can just gut some son of a bitch and leave him there? Are you stupid, or just being a bitch?”

Avery slapped Landon yet again. Landon didn’t flinch. Instead he reached for one of the biggest rings on his finger. It was black and gold, the letters BDD being the black part. He slid it off his finger and took Avery’s hand. The ring had no chance of fitting on any of Avery’s fingers so Landon put it on her middle finger and then forced her to make a fist.

“What is this?” Avery asked.

“Backhand me next time,” Landon said. “Then maybe it’ll actually f*cking hurt when you hit me.”

Avery looked at her hand and then at Landon. “I just want to go then, okay? I won’t tell anyone what you did. You saved my life…”

“And you saved mine,” Landon said. “That means we’re connected, sweetheart. But I’m still confused as to why you’re here. Don’t think I don’t remember.”

Avery opened her mouth and Landon put his open mouth to hers. He couldn’t help himself. Standing there with Avery was making him hard. Her lips were thin and looked tasty. His mind forced him to wonder what it would be like to have those thin lips running up and down his shaft… and the only way to chase those thoughts away was to kiss her.

As Landon kissed Avery, letting his tongue slide over her tongue, tasting its wet sweetness, he put his hand back to her pants. This time he had his fingers in her panties. He felt the smoothness of skin, leading down to her sensual curve. Damn, he wanted to f*ck this chick and he wanted to do it now.

When Landon felt a sting of pain hit his face, the kiss ended and his hand was out of Avery’s pants and panties. He was taken back for just a second but when he saw how wide Avery’s eyes were and how heavy she was breathing, he laughed. He touched his cheek and it stung a little.

“Told you that ring would help,” Landon said.

Avery was shaking. She ripped the ring off her finger and gave it back to Landon. She then stepped back and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed them down to her knees. Landon throbbed. The blowing wind kept teasing him with Avery’s shirt. Her panties were jet black. The way she held her pants at her knees, slightly bent over, it was starting to drive him mad.

“To your ankles, sweetheart,” Landon said.

Avery hesitated but complied. That's when Landon saw what he had been looking for. Avery’s left leg was all f*cked up. Scrapes, bruises, and cuts. All from dropping a motorcycle

“You were f*cking there,” Landon said.

“Where?” Avery asked.

“At the lot. Coming by when the explosion went off…”

“I know,” Avery said. “That’s why I’m here.”

Landon hurried to Avery and grabbed her by the waist. His bare hands were against her soft skin. Fuck. He needed to stop thinking of her like this. Right now.

“Who the f*ck are you?” Landon barked.

“I’m Avery… I was running from someone.”

“From who? What did you have to do with all this?”

“Nothing, I swear. That was coincidence.”

“Fuck that,” Landon said. “There is no coincidence. You were at the right place at the right time. A little diversion, huh? One of our brothers was almost killed because of that explosion. But the bomb went off on the wrong person…”

“A bomb? What?”