Riding Darkness (Back Down Devil MC #4.5)(17)

When Ares got to the room and opened the door, he found Brooke sitting up in bed. She looked nervous until she looked at him. That’s when she smiled.

This is trouble… complete f*cking trouble.





twelve.



Brooke woke and found herself alone. She was in a strange room in a strange place with strange people. Her first thought was of Ares. Where he was. What he was doing. She couldn’t stop thinking about the hole in his leather cut. A bullet had almost taken his life. It was something amazing that the bullet didn’t hit his body and kill him like the other prospect.

Those thoughts were then traded for the memory of what happened with Ares last night. Brooke had never been touched that way. Never commanded that way. He was so aggressive, yet had a slightly gentle touch to him, wanting to pleasure her to the point of pain, but never actually hurting her. It made Brooke warm all over, wanting him again.

The minutes collected and soon her mind shifted to Armen. For a while now he had been running these games and collecting money. He told Brooke he was saving the money for their chance at a fight and a way to avenge the death of their parents. Never before, though, had the night gotten that violent.

Brooke wondered where Armen was and if he was worried about her. She climbed to the foot of the bed and grabbed her bag. She kept her cell tucked away and rarely used it. In fact, the only stored number in the phone was Armen’s. When she saw that her phone had no calls or texts, she felt hurt. Then again, maybe Armen was dead. Brooke had no idea what actually happened when she left the building and left with Ares.

With her fingers tense, Brooke hurried to write a message to her brother.

Armen, where are you? What happened? I need to talk to you.

The message was sent and came with no reply.

Brooke dropped her phone back into her bag and went back to the bed. She sat up and waited. The seconds were heavy like hours, but the door finally opened in came Ares, standing with the same clothes as the day before. He was so big, strong, and killer hot. She smiled the second she saw him. Her mind tried to tell her that all of this wasn’t going to end well. But the present was just too tempting to give a damn about the future.

“Morning,” Brooke said.

“You sleep good?”

“Yes. Very. Thank you for holding me.”

Ares nodded. He shut the door. “You hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“I’ll get us something. Then we need to talk. We need to get some things sorted out.”

Ares approached the bed and Brooke slowly let the covers fall down her body. She was dressed in the same hoodie as the night before. Under that was a spaghetti strap shirt and no bra. Brooke couldn’t sleep in a bra, ever. Not with her chest so big.

“What needs to be sorted out?” Brooke asked.

“We know some shit,” Ares said. “And it involves you. I need some damn truth before you’re life is put on the line.”

Brooke shook her head. “I’m not a bad person. I’m not…” Like Armen…

Ares reached down and touched her face. “We’ll get to that in a second. Before shit hits the fan, I have to take the opportunity in front of me.”

“Which is?”

“You,” Ares said. “I want you to strip naked. Right now.”

It seemed before the words could escape Ares’s mouth, Brooke sprung into action. She damn near jumped right out of the bed. She stood there and watched as Ares got on the bed. On his back, he reached down and unbuckled his jeans. He slowly pushed them down, revealing himself to her. The sheer sight and size of his cock, even flaccid, was almost impossible to believe.

“I’ll be waiting,” Ares said. “Show me everything, darling.”

Brooke tore the hoodie up and over her head. She then grabbed the side of her pants and pushed them down. When she bent over, facing the bed, she felt her breasts trying to spill out of her top. Her eyes battled between Ares’s eyes and his now growing erection.

She kicked out of her pants and stood back up, grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Her shirt came off and her breasts were exposed. She was completely naked now, just standing there. Her hands then came to life as she grabbed her hair and lifted it, pulling it back. She let it go and slid her hands down to her chest. After cupping her breasts for a few seconds, her hands continued down her body. One hand went to her side and the other slipped between her legs. Her sex was silky wet and warm. Ready for Ares.

“Come here,” Ares said. “Make me come.”

His cock was tall and hard now. Ready and waiting.

Brooke climbed on the bed and crawled to Ares. Her left hand reached out and gripped him at the root of his thickness. She squeezed and pulled, gently jerking him.

Ares groaned and put his hands behind his head.

Brooke then straddled Ares, her hand holding him, guiding him to her center. The sheer touch of him to her body made Brooke want to let go. She placed her free hand to Ares’s lower stomach and pushed up his shirt a little. She felt the rippling muscle of his stomach.

Ares hurried and grabbed Brooke by the ass. He pulled and thrust up, entering Brooke. The pleasure made Brooke scream and lose her sight for a few seconds. Ares filled her up. She had both hands to his body, pushing his shirt up more.

Slowly, Brooke lifted and lowered herself. Over and over, working her body to stretch for Ares’s length and thickness. As her hands went up his shirt, muscle gave to more muscle. Her body then moved faster, coming down each time Ares thrust up. There wasn’t an inch of her sex that wasn’t explored by Ares.