Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(27)

“Oh, f*ck,” Gaige growled. “How f*cking tight can you get?”

Emily moaned as she kept moving. She rocked back and forth as hard as she could. She loved the thick pressure of Gaige pushing against her walls as she clenched his shaft.

“I’m going to come now,” Gaige warned.

His hands gripped her waist tight and held her steady. Emily felt the spurge of Gaige’s body. Even though he was just filling a condom, Emily felt him throbbing and releasing, over and over. Each time he throbbed, Emily throbbed. When she felt the second orgasm suddenly attack her body, she screamed out Gaige’s name.

Gaige hugged her tight and pulled her mouth down to his. He kissed her deeply through the second orgasm. It was as intense as the first. By the time Emily’s body had a chance to calm down, she was completely drained of all energy.

Gaige lifted Emily off him and put her on the bed. He stood up and lifted his boxers and jeans.

“Fuck, beautiful,” he said. “How does that feel now? A little more calm?”

Emily nodded. She pulled the sheet over her body. “Yes.”

“Booze and sex. That’s what we rely on.”

Emily watched as Gaige collected himself. He opened his leather cut and took out a handgun. Emily stiffened. Gaige put the gun on the desk and then took off his leather cut. He crawled in bed and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close.

Her back was to him and Gaige ran his hand down her arm and then interlocked his fingers with hers.

“Don’t hide shit from me,” Gaige said. “Ever.”

“Okay. I’m sorry… I just never thought…”

“There’s a lot going on right now at once,” Gaige said. “It’s hard to think about, but this is our life. The police are always looking to break our balls. Some * is always looking to rattle us. And other clubs want to get in on our dealings. It’s a long life to live that can be cut short in seconds. I promise you, beautiful, I will fix everything.”

“I trust you,” Emily said.

“Your friend took a shit ton of bullets that would have killed Blaine,” Gaige said. “To me, she deserves a proper burial. She won’t get it, but I will make sure her death isn’t without revenge.”

“Her father is powerful.”

“So am I,” Gaige whispered.

Emily shivered. Gaige was beyond sexy. He was dangerous and Emily couldn’t get enough of it.

“Tell me his name,” Gaige said.

Emily licked her lips. She didn’t want to speak his name.

“Tell me,” Gaige said.

“M… Max,” Emily said.

“Max,” Gaige said. He opened his hand and slid his fingers back up Emily’s arm. He then pointed to the gun on the desk. “I’m going to f*cking kill him. Do you understand that?”

Emily closed her eyes for a second. She tried to wrap her mind around what Gaige just said. She trusted him, yes, but Max was a crazy man.

Gaige touched Emily’s face and slowly turned her body. He kissed her, once, and then rolled from the bed. He put his leather cut back on and then took the handgun and hid it in his leather.

“What are you doing now?” Emily asked.

“Going to save that girl,” Gaige said. “You actually think Max paid for her escort services to use them?”

Emily sat up and shook her head. “No…”

“He’s going to get to you by f*cking with your head. If he killed that girl, what would it mean for you? Your job? That company?”

“Gaige…”

“It’s handled,” Gaige said. “Where did he take the girl?”

“Belle?” Emily asked. She closed her eyes and pictured the schedule. The black book. Where the clients had to list where they were taking… “The hotel at the end of town. We keep a block of rooms as business rooms. Fifth floor. Room 512.”

“Okay.”

“But why would he actually take her there? If he was going to hurt her…”

“You stay right here. I’ll be back.”

As Emily watched Gaige walk out of the bedroom, she wanted to be afraid. She wanted to worry. But she couldn’t… she was unbelievably turned on by him.





fifteen.



Gaige found Blaine nursing a beer at the bar. He looked a little dazed as he picked at the label.

“What’s wrong?” Gaige asked.

“Thinking,” Blaine said.

“About?”

“That hard on I had this morning. What a f*cking waste. By my own hand? I don’t know, bro, I feel like I’m slipping.”

“Christ.”

“No, get this… I get a woman shot up and then I get a hard on that I have to take care of on my own. That’s like a f*cking sign, bro, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not,” Gaige said. He patted Blaine on the back. “Come on, I need your help with something.”

“I don’t know, man,” Blaine said.

“What if I said there was * involved in this?” Gaige asked.

Blaine jumped up and smiled. He downed the entire beer in one gulp and then slammed the bottle on the bar.

“*? Let’s ride, bro.”