Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(49)

Ava exhaled and stepped toward the bed.

Jonesy wrote something on the board.

Take your shirt off. Open your pants. Just that.

Ava nodded. She lifted her shirt over her head and stood in her bra. She then opened her pants, revealing her panties. She noticed movement under the blanket. Jonesy was getting hard. Ava gently placed her hand on top of the blanket, on top of Jonesy’s erection. She pressed hard and moved back and forth. Jonesy groaned and looked at Ava’s body. His hand touched her back and he pulled, wanting her to bend over a little.

Ava put her left hand to the top corner of the bed and bent over. Her breasts, still in her bra, were just inches from Jonesy’s face. She moved her hand to the top of the blanket and slid her fingers under it. When she touched Jonesy’s erection, she closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around him. She tugged, hard. Jonesy grunted. She felt his nose gently touch the top of her breasts.

Slowly, Ava started to increase her speed. She stroked Jonesy over and over, leaving the blanket on top of him. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. His eyes were wide, staring right at Ava’s breasts. His mouth opened a little and Ava couldn’t help but try to see what it looked like in his mouth. The faster Jonesy breathed, the faster Ava moved her hand. She turned her head and watched the covers jumping up and down. She gripped tighter, gritting her teeth, wanting this over with. She realized that as she moved, her breasts were bouncing in her bra. Everything was working to Jonesy’s benefit, considering all he’d gone through.

The life Back Down Devil MC lived was a cruel life. They were big, strong men covered in leather, chains, rings, and tattoos. They got to ride motorcycles and were the epitome of badasses. But life was all too real for them. There was no protection for their lives.

Ava let out a shaking breath and Jonesy groaned. His voice was rough. He nodded so Ava sighed again. Faster and faster, she looked at Jonesy. In her mind, she was touching Shay. It made this more tolerable, but it also made Ava pull harder and tighter. When Ava let out a whimper because her wrist was getting sore, Jonesy thrust up and grunted again. So Ava did it again. And again.

Then suddenly, Jonesy growled deep like he was angry, but he wasn’t angry. He was coming. Ava felt the release hitting the covers and her hand. She kept going though. She didn’t stop until Jonesy put his hand on top of hers, over the sheet, stopping the movement.

When she looked at his hand and saw the infected sight where his two fingers used to be, Ava freaked out. She jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and couldn’t bear to watch as her hand became clean again. She waited until her stomach calmed down, and then opened the bathroom door. As she walked over to her shirt, she glanced at Jonesy. He was slightly turned and was crying quietly.

Ava grabbed her shirt and ran from the room.

Blaine stood in the hallway, a cigarette in his mouth, one foot up against the wall.

“How’d that go?” he asked, scaring Ava.

She scrambled to hold her shirt in front of her bra. “That was…”

“You did good,” a voice said. Ava turned her head and saw Miller standing there. “I appreciate the help. Jonesy has been a good friend to us. And this… he’ll never be the same man again.”

Ava nodded.

“Did you wash your hand?” Blaine asked with a smile.

“I did,” Ava said.

“Good.” He then touched between his legs. “My turn?”

“No,” Ava said. “Sorry.”

Blaine reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife. Ava stepped back and sucked in a breath.

“Miller, here,” Blaine said. “Take my knife. Cut out my f*cking tongue. If that’s what it takes…”

“I’ll cut your f*cking tongue out just to not hear you talk anymore,” Miller said. “Take Ava back to Shay’s room.”

Ava looked at Miller. “Thank you for letting me stay here. I promise I’m…”

“Just keep your eyes open,” Miller said. “You’ve seen how real this gets. And I’m afraid it’s going to get worse.”

“Come on, sweetie,” Blaine said. He put his hand to Ava’s back and walked her down the hall. After a few seconds, he asked, “How was it? Was his cock big?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ava asked.

“What? Just curious. I always pictured Jonesy as a short and fat kind of guy, you know?”

“You think about men like that?”

“No. Just their cocks. I like to know where I measure up. How messy was it? Did he touch you, sweetie?”

“Blaine, will you shut the f*ck up?” Ava asked.

Her voice cracked and she sucked in another breath. She was so close to breaking down. Her entire body felt weak and useless right now. Like she was just a piece of ass that would be passed around. It was the exact reason she had wanted out of the Lost Men as soon as her father was killed.

At Shay’s door, Ava reached for the knob, but Blaine pulled her back. He turned her and made Ava face him.

“Look at me,” Blaine said.

“I am.”

“I’ve known Shay for a long time. But I don’t much about him. He’s never been the kind to open. But he would take a bullet for any of us. That means more in this club than anything else. I’d hate to see you leave this clubhouse. You somehow fit in. I like it. So stick the f*ck around.”