Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(83)

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Emily held out the necklace and shook her head.

“Shit,” Gaige said. He took the necklace from her hand. He placed it on the desk and pulled her in for a hug. “It’s okay, beautiful. It’s okay. We’re going to figure this out. The decision has been made.”

“It doesn’t bring her back,” Emily whispered. “Her father…”

“Look at me,” Gaige ordered.

Emily looked up. Gaige took her face into his hands. “You have to realize what’s happening around you. You can go. Right now. But if you do, we’re going to trail you. Find out who you talk to you and why. If you stay, you have to listen to me. We grieve by the actions of our hands. Okay? You need to wash your hands of this right now, beautiful.”

Emily stared into his powerful eyes and knew that she was going to be there with him until they found the guys who shot at them and then probably kill them. That’s how this world worked. Justice wasn’t sought out in front of a judge and jury. It was like living as an outlaw. Justice was dealt from the heart, and that was scary because the heart can easily cloud the mind.

“Go. Now.” Gaige backed away from Emily and pointed to a partially opened door.

Emily walked into the bathroom and went to the sink. She looked at her hands and saw they were shaking. The necklace had left an impression on Rachel’s blood rubbed off onto her hand. Under Emily’s nails was more blood, from Blaine’s face. Emily turned on the water and began to wash her hands. She looked down into the sink and scrubbed hard. She wanted it all washed away, but not just from her hands. She wanted it washed away from her mind, too. She just wanted to go back to her job, matching rich men with beautiful women for a paycheck to survive and hide.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

When Emily looked up into the mirror, Gaige stood right behind her. She knew the look in his eyes and her body reacted long before her heart, and her mind, could.

Gaige stepped up behind Emily and touched her waist. She took a deep breath and didn’t move. Gaige came closer, gently pressing his body to hers. Their eyes were connected through the reflection in the mirror. Emily became afraid to turn around, fearing that if she saw Gaige’s eyes without the reflection she would completely lose herself to him.

Gaige touched Emily’s arms and slowly slid down to her hands in the sink. The warm water hit both their hands. Gaige turned the water off and then interlocked his fingers to Emily’s and squeezed.

In her mind, Emily screamed not to do it. Not to give in to this. There was too much at stake already. Not only was the MC was going to track down the guys who killed Rachel. Gaige didn’t know that Emily’s ex was still coming after her. Nothing good could come of this.

Nothing…

Gaige pressed forward, offering his erection to Emily. She felt his hardness and she exhaled an obvious sigh. Emily caught herself leaning forward and thrusting her ass against Gaige. When she exhaled again, her breath gently fogged the mirror.

Gaige groaned and whispered, “Beautiful, this is your last chance. If you don’t leave… you’re going to be mine. Everything I say. Everything I do.”

Emily just froze. She didn’t reply.

Allowing her silence to be her ultimate answer, Emily could now only wait to see what Gaige would do and command of her.

He took his hands away from her hands. When he touched the button on her jeans, Emily shuddered and bit her lip. He moved fast, his eyes beady, his face intense. He pulled her jeans down and then stepped between them, forcing them down to her ankles.

“Out,” he growled. “Now.”

Emily hurried to kick off her shoes and step out of her jeans.

Gaige touched the back of her legs and slowly ran his calloused fingers up to her ass. He cupped her and smiled, then he grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Emily bent over, opening her legs.

“I can smell you, beautiful,” Gaige said. “And it’s all mine. From the f*cking second I saw you, I wanted to f*ck you. I wanted to lick your body and I wanted to watch you suck my cock. That’s what we’re going to do. Got that?”

“Yes,” Emily whispered.

One of Gaige’s hands traced the line of Emily’s panties before going down into them. His stronger finger cut between her soft lips and followed along her moist *. His finger curled and began to gently massage her hole.

“Fuck, you’re tight, beautiful,” Gaige said. “How long has it been?”

“A long time,” Emily said.

“Months?”

Emily nodded.

“Damn. That’s virginal for me.”

Emily swallowed. Her heart pounded. Gaige forced his finger deeper into her. She clenched hard around his finger, feeling him inside her, all the way until she felt his ring touch her. Emily moaned and jumped.

“Oh, you like that?” Gaige asked. “You like my rings, beautiful?”

“Yes,” Emily said.

“Good,” Gaige soon. “I’ll get there soon for you.”

Gaige then had his hands on Emily’s panties. He pulled and wrestled them away from her melting body. They were down to her knees and once again, Gaige stepped between her legs, now forcing her panties down. Emily kicked them off and was able to spread her legs as wide as Gaige needed.

Emily watched Gaige disappear in the mirror. His hands were cupped back against her ass, lifting and spreading her wide. The appearance of Gaige’s warm breath between her legs made Emily shudder. She couldn’t believe she was allowing this to happen. But she wanted it. She wanted it because she needed it. The flurry of desire soared through her body. The protection and touch of a strong biker like Gaige wouldn’t take away everything she had seen, but it would definitely help her feel more alive.