Riding Darkness (Back Down Devil MC #4.5)(23)

Brooke bit her lip the second the words flew from her mouth. She sucked in a breath and stepped back. Her legs hit the bed and she fell to her ass. Ares closed in, towering over her. His eyes were so dark, so powerful.

“I wouldn’t say anything if it didn’t matter to me,” Ares said. “I didn’t even want to f*cking tell you because of how you’d react. I didn’t want you to freak the hell out… and I didn’t want you to think I was lying.” He touched her face. “I have no reason to lie to you. I’m going to kill your brother whether you’re here or not. I want you to understand who he is. He’s a piece of shit gambler. He was in debt and wanted cash from your parents. They said no and he shot them. You walked in the room…”

Brooke closed her eyes. She stuck her pointer fingers to her ears and shook her head. She felt like child doing so, but she didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to hear the truth. If it was the truth.

It is the truth. He was there. He was jittery. He was jumpy. He looked at the bodies and didn’t even seem to care. He ran at me, grabbed my arms, guided me away from the bloody scene. I told him to call the police. He said no. He said we had to run. He said we were in grave danger. He told me we were going to be killed next…

Brooke looked up at Ares and saw the look on his face. He was so angry. He was let down.

“I thought this was something,” Ares said. “I thought for a split second I could let my guard down. I thought you were special, darling. But you’re just stupid, aren’t you?”

“No,” Brooke said. “That’s…”

Brooke had the words. She had the truth. She never understood why Armen acted the way he did, but she could never question it. She never had an escape.

Until now.

Ares staring at her. Ares bringing her to the clubhouse. Ares offering to protect her. That was the escape. The chance.

“I’m trying to be honest with you,” Ares said. “I need that f*cking phone. I need to find out where he is. He has to be stopped, Brooke. There are a lot of people coming to get him. And they’re not going to just want him. I bet the other night wasn’t the first time you wiggled your sweet ass into a tight dress. He used you to make money. He used you for a distraction. He needed someone to keep him company and that was you.” Ares traced a line under Brooke’s chin and lifted her head even more. “Look at me good, darling. He f*cking used your emotions against you. And that’s something I would never do.”

Brooke suddenly felt cold. The truth was not the easiest to hear and accept. She looked forward and saw the black belt buckle on Ares’s jeans. There was a chrome skull in the middle of the it. She reached out and touched the belt buckle, and before Brooke knew what she was doing, she pulled and opened it. Her hands then moved feverishly as she tore open his jeans and pushed them down. She saw how his strong lower muscles gave way to the root of his cock.

Her body quivered with need. She wanted to taste all Ares had to offer. She wanted to suck him, love his body, and she wanted to trust him. Somewhere in her mind this all connected and somehow made sense.

Or maybe it was a last chance thing. An offering Brooke could give Ares as a thank you for protecting her like he had done. For all she knew, she’d never see Ares again after all this.

Brooke’s hand gripped Ares tight. She slid her hand up his long shaft and back down. She looked up and caught Ares looking down at her. His eyes had no intention of stopping her, and why would they? He was an outlaw biker. He spent his days flirting with death and his nights flirting with whatever woman he chose. Sex and death were all that mattered.

Fine. I’ll show him then…

Brooke flicked her tongue at the tip of Ares’s cock. She opened her mouth enough to take him in a little. Her tongue tried to swirl around his impressive girth. Her hand stroked up and back, from his root to her lips.

Slowly, Brooke offered more of her mouth, inching down his thickness. When she got halfway, her mouth was already too full. She quickly pulled back, her teeth touching the sensitive skin on his tip.

Ares groaned and then had a handful of Brooke’s hair. He pulled and Brooke’s mouth came off him with a pop sound.

“Don’t stop until I’m f*cking done,” he said.

Brooke nodded and went back to work. Her lips wrapped his shaft once more and this time she moved fast. Down and back, her hand moving in the opposite direction of her mouth, giving constant pleasure to Ares. Her heart was pounding as she sucked him. Her panties were soaking wet. Her legs were trembling and weak as though she were about to come. Her breasts, even in a bra, were still gently bouncing, jumping to the speed of Brooke’s mouth on Ares.

She sped up as fast as she could and then hurried to slow. When she did, Ares thrust forward and hissed. His hand landed to the back of her head, forcing all of his cock into her mouth. Brooke closed her eyes and kept as calm as she could. Ares pulled back and Brooke went after him again. That was the move that started the end for Ares. He let out a groan and grabbed at her hair again. His hand twisted, pulling, making it hurt. But Brooke kept going. Her lips loved the fleshy tip of his erection. Her hand worked the base of his shaft.

Brooke looked up and Ares. She didn’t move her eyes again.

Everything was in perfect motion and when she saw Ares’s mouth open, he growled, and she waited for the rest. A second later, he started to come. Brooke slid her lips down his shaft and started to work with his warm pulsing. She pulled back each time he came, accepting him, loving him.