Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(34)

He came forward and pressed himself to her body. Her left hand touched his stomach and clawed at him.

“Easy,” she whispered.

Trev peeled her hand away and grinned. “Sorry, beautiful, I don’t do easy. Life isn’t easy. Nothing is easy. But sometimes hard is good.”

He thrust forward and entered her.

Eden let out a cry and arched her back.

Trev slipped a hand behind her back and held her in that position. He thrust harder into her and brought his mouth down to her chest. Her tits were amazing, her skin warm and soft, her nipples hard but forgiving to the roughness of his tongue. And each time he flicked his tongue up and down against her nipples she bucked her hips at him. In a matter of just a few minutes, Trev had all of Eden’s buttons memorized. He controlled her body, her pleasure, and beyond that, Trev controlled her protection and safety.

He brought his body to hers, feeling her breasts press to his hard chest. He f*cked her with thorough pumps, his lower half like the piston of an engine, ramming forward, feeling every inch of Eden’s delicious body.

The tips of their noses touched for a split second and Trev caught himself kissing Eden. The kiss turned into something hotter. Eden dug her hands into his hair, pulling at him. They were wild together then. Stuck between crazy sex and making love, a fine line that Trev never crossed before. To him there was no such thing as love when it came to f*cking someone. It was about release. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Trev broke the kiss from Eden because of what it started to do within his heart. He put his hands to the bed and pushed himself up. It started to piss him off with the way he was feeling. He was supposed to be the guy on the frontline for the MC. The one to take a bullet and be remembered as a hero. Not leave people behind.

As Trev thrust harder into Eden, he felt himself readying to explode again. Eden grabbed at his ass, her nails scratching and digging. For a second, he screamed in his mind not to finish inside her. No giving leverage to anyone who wanted his ass dead. It was easier to live with nothing than die with everything.

“Oh, Trev,” Eden groaned. Her fingers pulled at him.

Trev let out a grunt and pulled back as he felt himself climaxing. He managed to get his cock out just in time. He looked down and watched as he came, spurting right up on Eden’s smooth mound. She gasped and hurried to grab him, pumping at his root.

“Fuck, no,” she cried out.

A second later she put Trev’s dick back to her *.

Trev gritted his teeth and lost his damn mind. He thrust forward and entered her again. His cock was still pulsing, oozing with orgasm, but somewhere in his mind he told himself it wasn’t a big deal. The first few shots were the most potent.

As Trev lowered his body to Eden’s again he felt the warm, sticky mess between them. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, loving the way her clean, still wet skin smelled and tasted. He thrust as hard as ever, his cock finished, but his mind and heart far from done. With each thrust into Eden, she groaned, taking him over and over.

Somewhere inside Trev he wanted to feel regret. Knowing he jammed his cock back into her beautiful *, even when he was still coming, that was a big risk. That was a big deal .

To Trev’s shock… there was no regret.

When it came to Eden, he only felt excitement.

*

“It’s almost dark, brother,” Trev said. “It’s been a f*ck of a day for me. Shit got too calm around the clubhouse and I knew something was going to happen. I felt it inside me.” Trev looked at his hands. “There’s blood on these hands, brother. So much blood. It had to be done. The prospects didn’t just f*ck up, they turned their backs on us. I know you would have done the same thing.”

Trev looked to the horizon and saw the last flicker of daylight. Night was swallowing him up from behind and he wanted to get back to the clubhouse. Fuck, he wanted to see Eden again.

Trev took his gun out and, just like always, he took a bullet from the magazine. He stepped forward and put it on the headstone. He crouched down and stared at Griffin’s name.

“It’s not what you think,” he whispered. “I mean, if all that bullshit is true and you could look down at me. Man, I hope you look down on me and see what I did…”

Trev laughed to himself.

He heard someone clear their throat.

He popped back up and spun around, gun ready. A tall and lanky man with a shovel and a brown paper bag stood there. His eyes were old and haggard and he showed his hands.

“Who the f*ck are you?” Trev asked.

“I’m Pete. I look after this place.”

“This place?”

“The entire cemetery. I take care of the grounds. Walk it at dusk and make sure nothing funny is going on.”

Trev saw Pete move his eyes to the gun, then to Trev.

“Yeah, sorry,” Trev said. He put the gun away and nodded. He took out a pack of cigarettes. “Want one?”

“Eh, yeah, why not? I’m staring at death all day, why not speed up the process a little?”

“Yeah, right,” Trev said. He pointed to the skull on his leather cut. “You should try riding in my shoes.”

Pete lit the cigarette, took a drag, and then pointed it at the headstone. “One of your friends?”

“Yeah. Gunned down last year.”

“Wow. That’s wild.”