Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(36)

Two fresh shots were placed in front of Emily and Blaine. Emily took the glass and held it up. “Did you hear me?”

“I heard, baby.”

Emily took the second shot and it didn’t burn as bad.

“A third?” Blaine asked as he wiped his mouth.

“No. No. I can’t.”

There was a little silence and then Blaine sighed. “You know, I usually don’t give a f*ck about much, but I am sorry for what happened. I carried her to her car and set her up. I looked at her. Touched her cheek.” Blaine smiled. “I even cupped one of her breasts, which got me hard.”

“Fuck,” Nate said. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m being honest,” Blaine said. “The point is… I looked at her and I felt bad for you, Emily. I’m glad you’re here with us. Whatever Gaige promises, he will make good on it.”

“I believe that,” Emily said.

“Good. He’s a good f*cking guy. I’d take a bullet for him.”

“I think he’d take one for you.”

“We’d all take bullets for each other,” Nate said. “That’s what the outside world doesn’t get about it. It’s not about the leather, the motorcycles, the guns, the money… or even the *.”

“Hey, wait a second,” Blaine said.

Emily laughed.

“It’s about a brotherhood,” Nate said. He stared down at Emily. “It’s a deep connection.”

Emily took a shaky breath and flicked the empty shot glass. “One more.”

“There’s a girl,” Blaine called out and clapped.

He whistled and then two more shots were poured. Emily grabbed the shot glass and threw it back. Blaine cheered and whistled for her. It was the exact moment when all the shots started to hit her. She let out a deep breath and everything around her looked fuzzy.

Nate put one of his giant hands over the empty shot glass and put it to the end of the bar. “That’s enough for now.”

Emily looked at Nate. “You’re not that tough, you know?”

“Whoa,” Blaine said. “She’s a tough drunk.”

Nate smiled at Emily. “You’re lucky Gaige has you.”

“Why’s that?” Emily teased.

Nate stood up and walked away without responding.

“Don’t mind him,” Blaine said. “He’s stuck somewhere between here and hell.”

“Aren’t we all?”

Blaine laughed.

Gaige and Miller came into the clubhouse. Miller headed right to the bar while Gaige headed for Emily.

“Give me those f*cking lips.” He kissed Emily and then licked his lips. “Were you drinking?”

“She took three f*cking shots,” Blaine said.

“Really?” Gaige asked.

“Need to blur my mind.”

Gaige frowned. “Yeah, that was a f*ck of a day, huh?”

Emily nodded.

“You know, one more shot and you could have ended up in bed with Blaine.”

“Never,” Emily yelled. She looked back at Blaine. “No offense.”

“Thanks,” Blaine said. “But trust me, babe, if you had it just once…”

“That’s enough of that talk,” Gaige said as he put an arm around Emily. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go talk.”

“And f*ck,” Blaine added. He stood up too and looked around. “Speaking of which… I smell *…”

“How can he be so gross one second and then kind of be normal the next?” Emily asked.

“It’s one of the mysteries of the universe,” Gaige said.

Before Gaige could close the bedroom door, Emily had the urge to f*ck him. She rushed at him and grabbed his leather, pulling him in for a kiss. They kissed hard and deep.

“Whoa, beautiful,” Gaige said, pulling back.

“No,” Emily said. “Don’t be a f*cking *, Gaige. Fuck me. Bend me over the bed and f*ck me.”

“Did you just call me a *?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Gaige lifted Emily off her feet and carried her to the bed. His eyes were on fire. His lip curled. He was pissed off. Emily touched between his legs. He was hard.

“Turn the f*ck around,” Gaige ordered.

Emily spun around and Gaige tore at her pants. Just like in the bathroom, he stepped where her pants were down to her knees, taking them the rest of the way down. He slid his hand into Emily’s panties from behind, forcing two fingers between her soft cheeks. He applied pressure at her other hole, making Emily jump and groan.

“You like that?” Gaige asked.

“Just f*ck me,” Emily said. “Please.”

Gaige’s fingers continued down and around Emily’s sexist curve. He forced his two fingers into her wet *, massaging her tender walls. Emily threw her head and hair back.

“Everyone’s going to hear you,” Gaige said.

“I don’t care.”

He ripped Emily’s panties completely off her legs, and forced her to bend over. She looked back as Gaige unzipped his jeans.

“Just do it,” Emily said. “Bare…”

“Beautiful, I’m not going to be a f*cking father…”