Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(93)

Emily looked down.

“I’ll kill him,” Gaige said. “For you.”

“He’s a bad man,” Emily said. “One night when he came home I told him I was pregnant, so he wouldn’t hit me.”

“Pregnant?”

“I wasn’t though,” Emily said. “But it hit a nerve with him. He confessed to me he lost his mother, father, and baby brother in an accident when he was a kid. I think he thought me being pregnant would replace his little brother. I had to leave him though. I couldn’t take it. So I told him one night to get really high and celebrate and he did. When he passed out, I left. I went north and let him chase me. He threatened me, over and over, telling me he would kidnap me, let me have his baby, and then kill me. I pretended to slip up and made him believe I was going into Canada. That’s when I took a flight south to Los Angeles and then came here to Frelen.”

“Why here?” Gaige asked.

“Small, quiet, and near a beach.”

“And he f*cking found you?”

“He came into my office today.”

“Fuck,” Gaige said. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, but he has a woman.”

“Kidnapped?”

“Technically, no,” Emily said. “He called me and I set him up with the woman. Belle.”

“What the f*ck?”

“He used a fake name, Gaige. This was all a setup. To scare me.”

Gaige saw Emily’s lip quiver as tears came to her eyes again.

Fuck, she was beyond petrified of this *. That didn’t sit well with Gaige. He wouldn’t allow Emily to be in fear like this. Not because of some f*cking guy.

“What did he say to you when he saw you?” Gaige asked.

Emily shook her head.

“I don’t play games,” Gaige said. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you. If you don’t want my f*cking help, you know where the door is. I’ll have Blaine take you to your apartment.”

Emily wiped her cheeks.

Gaige closed his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t in the business of wasting time. It was sometimes best to just spill words instead of waiting.

“I want to help you,” Gaige whispered. “I want to protect you. I never want to see you in fear like this ever again. But I can’t…”

“He said he’s going to f*cking kill me,” Emily yelled. “Okay? Fucking kill me. And he looked at me with those eyes… those same eyes when he used to hurt me.”

Emily hurried to stand, kneeing Gaige in the face. He fell back to his ass and Emily gasped. Gaige touched his lip and looked at the blood on his finger. He licked his lip, tasting his own blood.

“You better sit the f*ck down, beautiful,” he said.

Emily started to sit, but Gaige stopped her.

“What?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you when to sit,” he said. “First, you’re going to take your pants and panties off.”

“I’m… what?”

“You heard what I f*cking said, beautiful. Now.”

Gaige waited without much patience and luckily for Emily, she was fast to listen. She opened her pants and slowly pushed them down. She kicked off her shoes as Gaige gripped her waist to help her balance. Then came her panties. Gaige smiled as Emily took them off. The revealing of her tender pink skin was enough to make him forget about everything outside his room. What the f*ck did life matter if he had * like this in front of him?

“Sit,” Gaige ordered.

Emily sat down in the chair and Gaige pushed open her legs. He ran his hands up her legs and allowed his thumbs to touch her warm center. He made circles and added pressure right from the go. Emily clamped her hands on the arms of the chair and started to thrust.

“That’s a good girl,” Gaige whispered. “Give yourself to me.”

Emily groaned.

Gaige slid both thumbs deep into her. He couldn’t believe how f*cking tight she still was. Gently, Gaige pulled his thumbs apart, feeling the resistance of Emily’s body. She slumped down in the chair, lifting her lower half, and rocking toward him.

As Gaige slid one thumb out of Emily, he moved up and found her pearly clit. He flicked it with his thumb and watched Emily’s body react. Then with small circles and a light pressure, Gaige pleasured Emily’s clit. Her body started to shake almost instantly. Her breathing grew heavy. She stared down at Gaige’s hands, her mouth open, on the verge of coming.

“Not yet, beautiful,” Gaige ordered. “Save that orgasm for my cock.”

Gaige backed up to the bed. He sat down and nodded. He wanted to feel her tight body wrap around him.

Then he would take care of her ex.





fourteen.



When Gaige removed his hands from Emily’s body, she thought she was going to go into complete shock. Between her legs, she continued to throb as though he was still there. Her legs felt weak. Her heart pounded. Her mouth was dry. Gaige sat on the bed waiting. He was the epitome of a badboy biker, the one who would be in control of Emily’s body, and her life.

Emily slowly rose from the chair and walked to Gaige. He leaned back and nodded.

“You know what to do, beautiful,” he said.

Emily reached down and touched Gaige. She felt the thickness of his body. He was so hard. And Emily, of course, was so wet. She lifted his shirt and she could see muscle and skin. Emily pulled at Gaige’s belt buckle, opening it. As Emily pulled at Gaige’s jeans and boxers, she watched him pop free.