Riding Darkness (Back Down Devil MC #4.5)(12)

Ares walked the dark hallway with his hands in fists. If anything, at least tonight he could have someone to talk to. Dig up some information from Brooke and see where she stood with things. How she could get dragged into what happened tonight. And Ares didn’t mind the idea of having someone next to him in bed that wasn’t drunk, high, and there for the sole purpose of sucking his cock. Hell, maybe he’d even hold Brooke and for a split second, enjoy the warm comfort of a woman’s body that didn’t involve f*cking her.

Ares laughed. That was a bullshit lie and a bullshit kind of life. This was the life. The motorcycle club life. Even though Ares refused the patch, he still loved the life. The freedom. The power. Death always seconds away. The fun of staying in front of death. And it wasn’t all that bad riding through Frelen with the respect and fear of so many.

At the bedroom door, Ares paused and took a deep breath.

He opened the door and expected to find Brooke changed.

But she wasn’t.

She was wearing the same f*cking killer tight dress as before.

She rose from the bed and stood there. She was beautiful. Far too beautiful to be in the mix of whatever this mess was.

“What the f*ck are you doing?” Ares asked. “I told you…”

“I can’t reach the zipper,” Brooke said so softly.

It cut through Ares like a warm knife through butter. He shut the bedroom door and locked it. He approached Brooke, his eyes looking at nothing but her eyes. If he looked at any of her sultry curves, he would lose it.

Brooke slowly turned and reached for her hair. She pulled and held it up. The sight of her standing like that made Ares hard. His cock ached in his jeans and he gritted his teeth. He reached for the small black zipper on the dark red dress and pulled at it. It slid down with ease, exposing Brooke’s back. The zipper went all the way down to her lower back.

When he stopped, Brooke didn’t move. She continued to hold her hair with one hand. The other hand held the front of the dress from falling off her chest.

Her bare back looked so smooth.

Ares leaned down and placed his lips to her neck and kissed once.

Why did you do that?

Ares saw Brooke shiver and her skin tighten. He then reached around and took her hand, pulling it away from her dress. When he did, her dress fell forward.

Ares just couldn’t help himself… he was a man and he had needs. Those needs included tasting Brooke’s body and letting his fingers memorize the shapes of her curves.





nine.



Brooke zipped the dress herself. And she knew damn well she could have unzipped it herself. There was no fun in that though. Her mind had been running rampant while she waited for Ares to return to the room. She didn’t know if he was going to come into the room, guns blazing, ready to kill her. Or if he was going to throw her out to the street all alone.

The dress was the best thing Brooke had because it barely covered her body. And she didn’t like giving her body up to just anyone, but something about Ares made her shiver and made her drip.

The second he tore her hand from the dress and it fell forward, her toes curled and she started to shake.

Ares hands came down Brooke’s sides, taking the dress with him. She felt the roughness of his fingers and felt him tugging and twisting as he forced the tight dress down. He stopped when the dress was down to her knees and then slid his hands back up. He cupped her bare ass, his thumbs teasing at the thin string of her thong.

When he pulled, the thong cut up into Brooke, sliding against her moist sex.

“Fuck, darling,” Ares said. “Kick that f*cking dress off.”

Ares griped her at her hips as she wiggled to finally get the dress off her body. She looked down and beyond the sight of her breasts, she watched one of Ares’s hands come around to her lower stomach. His fingers slid into her panties and moved along smooth skin until it gave way to wetness. Ares curled two fingers and lifted, easily pulling back on Brooke’s engorged and sensitive clit. She bent her knees and groaned.

With circles, Ares pressed his fingers harder. His other hand touched her stomach and moved up her body. She put her head back and looked up at Ares. His eyes stared down at her supple breasts.

Ares hand moved over her breast, his hand large enough to cup her. With one squeeze, Brooke moaned and felt pleasure colliding everywhere in her body. Ares brought his fingers together and then slowly rolled her erect nipple, pulling to the point that Brooke reached back and gripped at Ares’s jeans for relief.

“Tell me it hurts,” Ares growled.

“Fuck,” Brooke whispered. “It hurts.”

“Tell me it’s good.”

“It’s good, Ares. It’s so good.”

“Now let me feel…”

Ares spread his fingers wide and held her heavy breast. His fingers in her panties moved down some more. The tips of his fingers sampled her *. He pressed and then hissed.

“Fuck, darling. That’s really tight. I’m going to need to work you open a little…”

Ares took his hands away from her body. His hands smacked at her hips and turned her around. Brooke had her hands at her sides. Ares ran both hands up her body and touched both breasts. He came forward and moved down, bringing his lips to her chest. His right hand began to massage one breast, while the left hand cupped under her other breast. He squeezed tight and Brooke cried out. She felt Ares’s hot breath a moment before his mouth started to engulf her. He sucked hard, bringing Brooke to her toes. When he let up, his tongue came forward and flicked at her nipple. Up and down, so hard, so fast. So f*cking perfect.