Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(13)

“Don’t f*ck with me,” Landon said. He lifted Avery off her feet.

“Stop it,” Avery said.

Landon saw the look in her eyes. That intense look of fear. He put her back to her feet and crouched down. He touched her left leg, running his hands up and down. When his fingers touched her wounds, she winced but didn’t move. Landon touched both of Avery’s legs. His right hand moved up to her thigh. He came across her leg and felt a little muscle. Muscle used for pumping, for thrusting, for f*cking.

Landon kept going. His heart pounded in his chest with anger and confusion. He touched Avery’s panties and let his thumb move along the line of her black panties. When he pressed against her center, he felt the warmth. His thumb sought out the edge of her panties and he pulled. His thumb curled and he was inside her panties now. He touched the wet folds of her body. Avery touched Landon’s hair and he suddenly backed away from her and he stood up.

“Pick your f*cking pants up,” he said.

Avery’s face was flustered, her mouth open. “What are you going to do now?”

Landon reached for one of the chains clipped to his belt. He unhooked it and nodded to Avery.

“I’m going to chain you to my ride while I make a couple calls. Then we’re going to the clubhouse to sort this shit out.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Avery said. “I swear.”

“Just listen to me, sweetheart,” Landon said. “My patience is thin.”

Avery did as she was told. Landon then made her sit on the ground and he chained her to the back of his motorcycle. When he stood again and looked down, he thickened even more. Avery’s arms were a little in the air, wrists together, bound to the motorcycle. She stared at him and for a split second Landon saw himself opening his jeans and taking out his thick cock and letting her taste him.

That pissed him off even more. This chick could be an enemy to the MC and Landon couldn’t stop thinking about f*cking her or having her suck him off.

He turned and stepped away a few feet and took out his cell phone.

He needed to make those phone calls.

And he needed to find a way to stop getting hard when he looked at Avery.





seven.



Avery felt the wetness between her legs and knew her cheeks were as red as apples. Just the slightest touch from Landon and she had been brought to the brink of climax. Literally, the f*cking edge. Now, sitting with her ass on the ground, her wrists hurting from the chains, her arms tingling from losing blood flow, and staring at Landon’s perfect ass in his jeans, Avery bit her lip and wanted to finish coming. The mess between her legs was not going to go away.

Yet there was something bigger going on here. Much bigger.

The explosion at the lot that day had been a bomb. Someone had tried to kill people in the MC Landon was a part of. And now Landon thought Avery was part of it. Avery knew nothing of the MC Landon belonged to other than matching the letters on his ring to the name on the back of his leather cut.

Back Down Devil.

What a name.

Landon turned around and Avery gasped. What a f*cking sexy man. He tucked his cellphone away and walked to her. She was in such a submissive position to him.

“We’re going for a ride now,” Landon said.

“I had nothing to do with whatever happened to your MC,” Avery said. “You have to believe me.”

Landon crouched down and looked at Avery. “If I believed everything everyone told me, I’d have been dead years ago. I believe what’s in my heart.”

“What’s in your heart?”

“Right now? A lot of shit. Take it for what it’s worth, sweetheart, but you should consider yourself lucky you’re chained to my ride and not chained to a block going to the bottom of the ocean. Understand?”

Avery nodded. She understood it. Landon had a few cracks in his bad boy demeanor showing. It meant he doubted she had anything to do with the bombing. That was good. It gave Avery a chance.

“Plus,” Landon said, “I can’t kill you until I get my six hundred bucks back.”

Landon unhooked the chains and freed Avery. He stood up and she sat, rubbing her wrists. Landon offered his hand and Avery took it. He pulled with strength and brought Avery to her feet with ease. She fell into Landon and had her hands at his arms. His biceps were amazing. She wanted Landon to kiss her again. She hated herself for reacting like she had done before. Hitting him like that. But in that moment, a panicking fear that she would be raped had come over her. It was her body reacting, not her heart.

“Get the f*cking helmet and get on the f*cking motorcycle,” Landon ordered.

Avery was in no position to question anything else so she did as told. She enjoyed sliding her hands around Landon’s body. He fired up the motorcycle and spun around, kicking up dirt and sand. The motorcycle then hit the road and he took off fast. Avery had no idea what to expect now, but she felt somewhat protected. Just in case anyone came looking for her at least she wouldn’t be out in the open and exposed.

As they went down the road that Avery recognized to be the one where she dumped the motorcycle, her heart raced. Landon hung a left and pulled into the parking lot of the MC. Avery knew that the salvage business was all a cover-up for the MC. Sure, it probably was a real business and made real money, but the real purpose was hidden away. Avery saw a line of motorcycles, perfectly parked and placed. Landon walked the motorcycle backwards to a spot and turned off the engine. Avery took her helmet off and put it on the seat.