Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(17)

“You need to get dressed,” Shay said with a grin.

“I assume you won’t give me a minute to myself?”

“Just gave you a shower to yourself,” Shay said. He took the bottle of whiskey and plopped down on his bed and sipped from the whiskey bottle. “Take your time, love. I’ve got all night.”

Ava grabbed her bag and put it on the bed. She opened it and took out clothes. She grabbed a pair of black, silky panties and held them up with one finger, smiling at Shay. He could feel himself getting hard again already. Ava turned and opened the towel, letting it fall. Shay looked at her smooth back and round ass. He sat up a little and when Ava looked over her shoulder, wet hair dangling in front of her face, she was like a dream come true.

Ava seductively bent over and stepped into her panties. She put them on and reached back to the bed for her bra. But Shay used his foot to flip the bra out of Ava’s reach.

“Turn around, love,” Shay said.

Ava’s cheeks blushed. She took a breath and turned with her hands at her sides.

“Holy f*ck,” he whispered.

Ava’s breasts were perfect. Small with perky, rosy nipples. Much less than a handful for Shay, but they fit her small frame perfectly.

Shay reached forward and grabbed Ava’s bra. He tossed it to the floor and nodded. “Just put a shirt on,” Shay said. “And get in bed with me.”

Ava nodded and grabbed a t-shirt. As she put it on, Shay’s eyes moved up and down her stomach, subtle curves, and breasts. He wanted every inch of her body.

“Drink?” Shay asked.

Ava climbed the bed, staying on her knees. She grabbed the bottle and took a long sip. “Thanks.”

Shay took the bottle back and with one more drink, he put it on the table. He reached for the light and turned it off. The room was mostly dark, but Shay could see Ava’s shadow. She came forward and climbed under the covers. She smelled amazing and her hair was still wet. Gently, Shay put his arm around Ava and pulled her close to him.

“They were talking about a war when they were talking about coming here to help," Ava said.

“That's right.”

“What is it about?”

“Life. Death. The usual.” Shay took a breath. “I was supposed to be killed.”

“What?”

“Some *s put a bomb in my car, except I wasn’t in the car when it went off. One of our brothers was though. Erik. He’s the one with the scars on his face from it."

“Wow.”

“Yeah. And it’s only gotten worse. More death. More bombings. A friend of the MC has been kidnapped. Now we have a rival teaming up with the guy that wants me dead.”

“Do you know who it is?” Ava asked.

Shay looked down at Ava. He didn’t want to lie to her, but that didn’t meant he would have to tell her truth. Instead of talking again, Shay pulled at Ava’s shirt. He lifted it and touched the top of her panties. He slipped his hand into the back of them and followed her ass down and around. Ava moaned and slid closer to Shay. The tips of his fingers touched her, but he kept going until he found her wet and tender center. With two fingers, Shay started to make circles. She clawed at his pants and bit at his shirt.

“Damn,” she whispered.

“Damn,” Shay said. “I’m barely touching you, love.”

“It's been… a while…”

That comment caught Shay off guard. How could it have been that long? If she had been an old lady, she would have been getting it at least once a day. Then again, one of the Lost Men would probably want it four or five times a day.

But Ava was tight. Really tight.

Shay pressed two fingers into her wetness. He twisted his fingers and pulled them back out. Ava thrust back, groaning, wanting more. So Shay pressed his fingers into her harder. Using muscle, he pulled, almost bringing Ava on top of him. He thrust his fingers faster and faster.

Ava buried her face in his neck, moaning and whimpering. She thrust hard at his fingers. So hard that at one point Shay stopped moving his fingers and let Ava f*ck them all by herself. It was so hot.

Finally, Ava came down and froze there, biting at his neck, whining as she started to come. Shay started to move his fingers again, guiding Ava through her orgasm. Judging by the throbbing of her * and the intensity of her orgasm, there was absolutely no way she had been f*cked or touched in at least months.

When Shay took his fingers from Ava, he ran them up her ass, spreading her wetness along her body. He opened his hand to the small of her back and kept her close.

“Been a while,” Shay said, laughing.

“Sorry… next time…”

“It’s all good, love. Close your eyes.”

Shay knew for sure this woman was not meant to be with the Lost Men. She had not been tapped like an old lady would have been. He started to get very angry at the thought that the clubhouse may be dealing with another situation. Erik's old lady, Kaity, turned out not to be an actual rat, but Shay was in no position to trust an outsider. He had secrets that could get him killed, and he wasn't about to let a piece of ass be the reason he dies.

Soon, Ava was peacefully asleep. Shay rolled her to the other side of the bed and he sat there, staring into the darkness.

Their grandfather was the first person Caius ever killed. Not that he deserved to live, but the kill was horrible to witness. Caius had arranged it for him and Shay to pull off the murder so they could earn respect from a crew their grandfather had been indebted with. The kill gave Cauis and Shay protection, but the cost…