Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(32)

“Never said that.”

“You think I f*cked Blaine. You are taking your anger out on me. What do you want from me then? Why did you bring me here? It’s morning. Let me go.”

“Is that what you want?” Erik asked. “Then get out.”

Erik stormed away and walked to the bathroom. Kaity stood still for a few seconds. She wanted to run down the hall and out of the clubhouse. Hell, if need be, she’d climb the gate just to get out of here.

But she couldn’t do it. She was drawn in by Erik and feared what would happen if he was alone. They needed each other. He needed to know that he was still alive and worthy, and she needed him to protect her. And keep touching her.

Kaity went into the bathroom and found Erik with his hands on the sink, his head down. The water was running, but he didn’t seem to be doing anything with it. Kaity took a chance and put her hands to Erik’s back. He looked up in the mirror.

“Listen… last night… what I thought this morning…”

“No,” Kaity said. “It doesn’t matter. Thank you for bringing me here and giving me somewhere to sleep. Thank you for helping me. Just know that I’m not some whore.”

“Did you really kick Blaine in the nuts?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s pretty f*cking cool, babe. Although I’m sure he liked it. He’s into some weird shit.”

“I don’t want to talk about Blaine,” Kaity said. “I’m going to ask something else.”

“Shoot.”

“This man who is kidnapped… you said it goes deeper. Does this have something to do with your injuries?”

“My face?” Erik asked.

“Yes.”

Erik turned and lifted Kaity. “That’s a question that will cost you.”

Kaity swallowed. “Name the price.”

She touched his cheeks, feeling the bumpy skin of his scars.

He was f*cking beautiful.

Kaity’s heart stopped, twisted, and raced - all at the same time.





fourteen.



Erik really had no idea what he was doing. His hands cupped Kaity’s ass. Her hands were all over his face, her eyes deep in his. He walked her to the bed and crashed down to it with her tight body clinging to his. It felt too damn early in the morning for all this emotional bullshit to be going on. He couldn’t figure out why he trusted Kaity and or why he wanted to keep her there and safe.

When they finished, Kaity rested on top of him and let out a shivering sigh. Erik reached and pulled the sheets open and Kaity climbed under the covers. Erik stayed on top of the covers, Kaity’s head resting on his chest. He could sense the fear and pain coming from her.

“What do you do now?” Kaity asked.

“Wait for the call. Close your eyes and get some rest.”

Kaity put a hand to Erik’s shoulder and held tight. He looked at her small fingers. He put his head down and his chin touched her hand.

The silence in the room made Erik’s mind go wild again.

He thought about Jonesy.

He thought about the finger. There were two of them now. How long could a person live with missing fingers? Unless the person - or group - doing this knew how to take care of Jonesy and keep him alive. They were torturing Jonesy and in turn, it was torturing the entire MC.

Kaity let out a sighing breath and Erik looked down at her. He wanted to know her story. The entire thing. There was no way a beautiful woman like this could just stumble into town with a beat up car. She already said she had been running.

Running from what?

Erik reached down and touched Kaity’s face.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Nope.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Erik moved hair out of her face. His hand thumb grazed her lips and it turned him on.

Those lips.

Erik felt himself throb in his pants. He was ready again. He had no intentions of shutting his eyes and sleeping. He would have plenty of time to sleep when he was dead.

As if on cue, as though she knew her position, Kaity took her hand from Erik’s shoulder and touched him. Her small hand was between his legs, pressing, feeling him. Her lips then parted with a whimper and Erik started to draw lines around her lips.

He wanted her again. He wanted her to go down on him. And, yes, he would definitely compare Kaity to the reliever from last night. He knew that Kaity would be wondering if she was better, too.

Erik smiled.

Kaity’s fingers found Erik’s zipper. It crept down and then her hand crept into his jeans. The touch of her hand on his bare, hard skin made Erik want her even more. Kaity fought to pull Erik’s thick cock from his jeans. He popped free, finally, and the sight of Kaity’s hand on him made him smile again. Her hand stroked him up and down, her fingers barely able to touch around the thickness of his shaft.

“That’s good,” Erik whispered. “Fuck, baby, so good.”

Kaity opened her eyes and she looked up at Erik. He still had his hand to her face, his thumb to her lips. Kaity moved her head down and slid her lips down his thumb, suckling. Erik thrust up into her hand more. As Kaity moved on his erection, she did so very slow. Enough to keep him hard, but not enough to make him come. She kept him alive right then, killing time, keeping demons at bay.