Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(17)

Landon opened his mouth and knew that the second he was about to spill anything about Avery to Blaine, it would end up blowing back in his face. But he did it anyway.

“Listen to me,” Landon whispered. “That chick in my room was here that day the car blew up on Erik, okay? She was speeding down the strip on a motorcycle and dropped it. There’s something about it all that’s bothering me. That’s why when I saw her with Pop, I took care of it. She saved my ass with that prick from Eight Under, but I’m going to drill her until I get information.”

“She’s part of it?” Blaine asked, his eyes wide. “Bro, we need to chain her up and gut her…”

“Let me do what I need to do here,” Landon said. “Okay? Promise me, Blaine, okay?”

“As long as you help me with my friend over there,” Blaine said. He put his hands up. “Not tonight, but soon.”

Landon looked at the reliever at the end of the bar. * was *, right? None of it really mattered.

“Fine,” Landon said. “But we do it like you said. And we’re not going to be f*cking naked. That shit is too close for comfort as it is.”

“Deal,” Blaine said. “Now let me share the news with her and see if she wants to celebrate a little with me. I should be good for at least a hand job.”

“Christ,” Landon whispered.

Blaine walked away and Landon ordered one more shot. He downed it and then left the bar. The hallway looked a little fuzzy at first but his senses were just fine. A little weed and whiskey always made the body feel right. Tonight, Landon needed to crack Avery wide open and figure out who the hell she was and why she was in town. Inside, he knew part of the reason he told Blaine about her was so that Blaine would keep his head on straight. Just in case anything happened…

Landon opened the door to the bedroom and saw Avery pop up from the bed. She had been sleeping.

“Don’t mind me,” Landon said.

“Sorry,” Avery said. “Fell asleep. Haven’t been in a bed in a while.”

Landon shut the door and locked it. He took off his leather cut and stood in a black t-shirt and jeans. He hooked his thumbs into his pockets and stared at Avery.

Fuck, she was beautiful… and naturally sexy…

“Where have you been sleeping?”

“Last night? I slept in a bakery.”

Landon felt his lip curling. “What the f*ck does that mean?”

“I’m not here with anyone,” Avery said. “If that’s what you’re getting at. I didn’t mean to drop that motorcycle near your MC. I’m sorry for how that looked. Since then I’ve been hiding around here waiting for my leg to heal to make a decision on my next move.”

“Next move,” Landon said. “Which is what?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be here,” Avery said.

Landon leaned against the bed. “You know, that kind of attitude won’t get you far with me. You’re not tough, sweetheart. You’re scared to death right now. You can put up your f*cking wall, but I can see it in your eyes.”

“Then I’ll shut my eyes when I talk,” Avery said.

“If you’re not going to talk about what I want to hear, then don’t talk at all.”

Landon felt himself inching even closer to Avery. He was drunk and high and he wanted Avery. His mind tried to push through the cloud in his head to tell him this was a bad idea, but his heart and cock were ready to go.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” Avery said. “I didn’t do anything here.”

“You’re going to tell me everything,” Landon said. “Whether you like it or not. Because if you don’t, you’ll die.”

“And if I tell you everything?”

“You might end up dead,” Landon said.

“Some choice.”

“Some life to live,” Landon said.

Avery swallowed hard and sat up straight. Landon slowly reached down and let his fingers run through Avery’s hair. It was soft, slightly knotty, but when it moved from behind her ears to her face, it made her look even better.

“Do it,” Landon said. “Right now.”

Avery placed a hand between Landon’s legs and cupped him. Her face looked shocked at the realization that he was already hard. Landon smiled.

Avery applied pressure and squeezed. Landon wasn’t in the mood to play games. He didn’t need seduction or foreplay. There wasn’t enough time in life to waste messing around. It was about sex, about f*cking, about enjoying the moments that were still available.

Landon unzipped his pants and this time, without the interruption from Blaine, he pulled himself from his pants. He held tight at the root of his cock. His length throbbed and the tip of his erection ached to be pleasured.

For a few seconds, Avery looked hesitant but then she slowly came forward. She put her hand over Landon’s hand and pulled. The tip of her tongue then teasingly flicked at the bottom of Landon’s shaft. He groaned and thrust forward.

“No games, sweetheart,” Landon said. “That ain’t my style.”

Avery opened her mouth and accepted Landon. He moved his hand from his cock and let Avery stroke and suck him at the same time. She had a hell of a tongue. The first thing Landon noticed was the way the tip of her tongue put pressure on him and then how she swirled around the head of his cock.