Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(8)

“Goddamn this,” a voice said. “Break it up, *s.”

Landon threw elbows until he was clear and able to stand. Miller stood before the three of them, his own hands in fists.

“Just working things out,” Blaine said as he wiped his mouth.

“Aye,” Shay said.

“Looks like a f*cking threesome to me,” Miller said. “You boys forget about the beautiful women we have here?”

Landon looked away as Blaine let out a laugh. When Landon looked back he saw Blaine helping Shay up. They hugged and turned to find Landon. The three men hugged and that was the end of all the bullshit fighting. Everyone returned to their personal parties and agendas for the night. Landon returned to bar next to Nate and finished off his beer with one big gulp and then ordered another one. That beer was even colder, tasted better, yet it didn’t get rid of the shit feeling inside Landon.

Even Nate noticed and questioned him about it. “Too much on the mind will weigh you down. My old man used to tell me that.”

“Yeah.”

“Then again, he took two bullets to the heart,” Nate said. “Maybe if he f*cking cared more, he’d be here.”

“Sorry about that,” Landon said.

“That was a long time ago. There’s no use in being sorry for the past forever, right?”

Landon drank and then felt someone touch his back. He looked to his left and saw a pretty woman slither to a barstool. She had on a skimpy top, nice tits, and ripped jeans. She was dirty and sexy, with nice lips and blue eyes.

“Drink?” Landon asked.

“Fuck,” she replied.

“I’m good.”

The woman leaned and bit at Landon’s ear. “It wasn’t an offer.”

“Is that how this works?” Landon asked. “Who the f*ck do you think you are?”

The woman smiled. She took Landon’s beer and drank from it. “I just watched you get into a fight with your own MC. Little tension there, huh?”

“You haven’t been around here that long then,” Landon said with a smile. “We love to fight. And if there’s nobody around, we fight each other then.”

“Sexy.”

“Listen, I’m not looking for conversation or a friend.”

“Neither am I,” the woman said. “If you don’t want to f*ck, that’s fine. At least let me suck you off and take care of some of that tension built up in you.”

Landon had no interest in this chick, even if she had a nice body and fast personality. But damn, Landon didn’t need a distraction for a few minutes.

“Tell you what,” Landon said. “Go down the hall, to the right, and wait at the fifth door. I’ll be there in a second.”

“If that’s what you want, you’ve got it.”

The woman started to stand and Landon grabbed her by the wrist. “Let’s get one thing clear. You want this. I’m letting you suck my dick. Be humble.”

The woman nodded and walked away.

Landon ordered another beer and then stepped away from the bar. He walked the hall slow and alone. He reached into his leather cut and pulled out something else that could calm him down. A joint. He put it between his lips, lit it, and inhaled the burning sweet taste. By the time he reached his room, he had the joint half gone. The woman stood at his door with one leg up.

“Here,” Landon said. “Take a hit.”

She took the joint and did just that.

Landon unlocked his room and allowed the woman inside. He then shut the door, locked it, and fell back against it. With the joint between his lips and his beer in his hand, he wrestled with his belt buckle and pants. The woman knew her place as she fell to her knees and pulled his pants and boxers down. Landon wasn’t fully hard yet, but when the woman basically attacked his cock with her eager mouth and swirling tongue, it took all of two seconds for him to stiffen completely.

He put his head back and inhaled on the joint. He listened to the wet sounds of the woman sucking him off. Life wasn’t perfect, but it felt pretty damn good in that moment.





five.



Avery heard a slam and she opened her eyes. It was only supposed to be a few minutes since she closed her eyes.

“Fuck,” Avery said when she looked around.

It was morning.

It was f*cking morning.

She had slept in the bakery all damn night. There was a little sunlight coming through the window she broke.

“We need to get everything from yesterday out front,” a voice boomed. “Let’s hurry the hell up.”

Avery froze, trying to wake up her body. Her back felt like someone had run over it and her legs were tingling and wobbly. She bent her knees and bit her lip to keep from groaning.

“Hey, Freddy!” the same voice yelled. “You left a light on in the back again.”

The light. Shit. The broken window. Fuck.

Avery needed to make her escape right now. She hurried to her feet and stomped them a few times to bring life back to them. When she had her balance she checked her bag and saw it was empty.

“Damn,” she whispered.

She forgot to put bread in her bag. There was no time now though. When she heard footsteps approaching, Avery turned and darted to the window. She jumped through the opening and then tipped over a few trashcans that echoed with thuds. In her mind she hoped the owners of the bakery were dumb enough to maybe believe an animal had been rooting through the trash and broke their window. There was no cash stolen from the place. No equipment either. The only thing missing was a small loaf of bread. Did that matter? Would they notice?