Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(23)

“Get me a f*cking beer,” Erik said. “Then you can get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” the woman said and turned.

Erik’s eyes were locked to her ass that hung out of her crazy short jean shorts. She was a f*cking whore, a reliever wishing she'd be picked as an old lady so she could stop f*cking and sucking every night, but that wasn’t his problem. He didn’t want an old lady.

The woman got Erik a beer and strutted her way back to him. She wasn’t nearly as pretty as Kaity, but he needed this. He took two large gulps of his beer and then nodded down to his pants.

“Get to work,” he said.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees. She touched between Erik’s legs and grabbed at his zipper. She tried to be seductive. Erik wasn’t interested.

“Come the f*ck on,” he said.

He unzipped his jeans for her. He reached into his pants and grabbed his own cock. He pulled it free and then she took over. She gripped his shaft tight and pulled. Erik put his head back and closed his eyes. Kaity came to mind just as the woman put her mouth around his dick. Her lips and warm mouth welcomed him.

Erik let out a sigh and was fully hard.

He couldn’t stand to sit there and get sucked off while thinking of Kaity, so he forced himself to open his eyes and watch the reliever do her job. She moved up and down nice and slow, her spit coating him. It felt damn good at first, but after only a minute, Erik wanted to just come in the woman’s mouth and be done with it.

Erik put a hand to the back of her head and pushed. He thrust up, commanding more speed and depth.

“Earn it,” Erik growled.

He drank his beer and the woman sped up. Her black hair danced all around as she moved her mouth and hand on Erik’s long shaft.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough.

It could have been ten minutes later, Erik didn’t know, but the urge to finish finally started to roll through his body. His beer was almost empty and he needed his cock to be the same.

When he looked up, he saw that there were only three people left awake in the clubhouse. Two were behind the bar, cleaning up. The third… was Kaity.

Fuck.

She just stood there in the hall to the bar.

There was no hiding what was happening to Erik, not that he cared about hiding it. But Kaity just stood there, eyes wide. Her shirt tight. She had her jeans back on now, the rip and spot of blood still there from the bullet she took for Erik.

Fuck it, Erik thought.

He had given Kaity her due, right? He saved her. He brought her somewhere safe. He pleasured her.

They were done.

Only they weren’t.

Kaity stared at Erik. Erik curled his lip and finished off his beer. He dropped the bottle next to him and he thrust up into the woman’s mouth. He was getting closer by the second… and Kaity still wasn't walking away. She looked shocked and frozen.

What the f*ck did she expect? Erik to come to her? Share a bed with her? Fuck her? Say something romantic?

Please.

Erik’s blood boiled with rage. He put his hand to the back of the woman’s head again and pressed hard. He thrust up, feeling the woman’s mouth sliding tight on his cock. He took a deep breath and felt himself release. He told himself to close his eyes while he came, but he couldn’t.

He stared at Kaity.

His dick throbbed over and over, the reliever accepting all of him, swallowing it down.

He could only see Kaity.

She was beautiful. But she didn’t need to be wrapped up with some f*cked up biker.

Erik finally closed his eyes, wrapped his fingers around the reliever’s hair and pulled her off him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a smile on the reliever’s face as she wiped her mouth. He looked for Kaity, but she was gone.

“I’m done,” he said. “Get the f*ck out of here now.”

The reliever stood and strutted away.

Erik put his head back and closed his eyes again.

This time, sleep took him away from everything.





ten.



Kaity wasn’t sure what to think or do when she walked from the bedroom and down the hall. She just wanted to check on Erik and see what she should do next. Her heart raced - and hadn’t stopped racing since Erik began to touch her.

Being alone felt like some kind of crutch. Kaity feared being alone because she feared her thoughts. If it wasn’t for the whiskey in her body, she would have probably found a way to leave already. But it was late and she was tired. Yet she was horny.

That’s what brought her from the bedroom. She hoped to find Erik so they could finish what he started. Wild thoughts raced through Kaity's mind right up until she saw some woman on her knees before Erik, pleasuring him.

Her mind went blank. Her body went numb. Her heart, however, continued to race.

The woman’s back was arched in a perfect position over Erik. Her black hair bounced as she moved up and down. For a second Kaity felt her mouth water. She wanted to be the one to do that to Erik. Why hadn’t he chosen her for this?

That’s when Erik looked at her. Their eyes met and Kaity wondered how much of a man Erik would be in that moment. Would he feel guilt? Would he toss the woman away?

But why?

She and Erik weren’t together. They knew nothing about each other. She had just wanted to get her damn car fixed. Not get on the back of a motorcycle, be in the middle of a shoot out, get nicked with a bullet, and then have a big, sexy biker tend to her wound… and her body.