Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(50)

“I guess I should say thanks,” Ava said.

“Nah. Just keep me in mind if you give out anymore hand jobs. Or if I lose my tongue.”

“You’re f*cking sick,” Ava said.

She smiled, turned, and opened the door.

Shay was standing in the middle of the room, his arms folded. Ava ran to Shay and jumped into his arms.

“It’s done,” she whispered.

“Did he come?”

Ava's stomach turned. “Yes.”

“Fuck. I'm sorry, Ava.”

“Shay, I have to tell you something, and I don’t care how you take it. I love you. I’ve fallen for you. I'm not just saying that so you won't make me leave. I am saying it because I am in love with you, Shay."

Shay put a finger to Ava’s lips. “I heard you. I heard you, Ava. But right now I don’t want to talk. I want to tear your f*cking pants off and taste your sweet * until you come.”

“Please,” Ava whispered. “Please.”

Shay took her to the bed and kept his word. His hands were fast and aggressive. He had Ava’s pants and panties off in seconds. Dropping to his knees before the bed, Shay pushed Ava’s knees and opened her legs wide. He came forward until the tip of his tongue sliced between her tender folds. Ava thrust up and reached back for the sheets.

Shay’s tongue was fast. He made circles and when he suckled at her clit, it stole Ava's breath. The pleasure was so intense. Shay held Ava's stomach so she wouldn't squirm. His eyes were locked to hers. As Ava whimpered, Shay sucked harder. His teeth grazed along the hard nub of her clit, quickly threatening an orgasm.

Then Shay opened his mouth and came up. He kissed Ava’s bare skin gently, leaving her * throbbing for more. Her body started to shake as his hands crept along the insides of her legs.

“Finish me,” Ava whispered. “Please, Shay. Finish me.”

Shay picked his head up and smiled. “You’re so sweet and tender, love. I f*cking love you for that.”

Shay put his mouth back to her sex and with just one more calculated flick of his tongue, Ava felt herself starting to come. Her body thrust so hard, unable to control the passion pouring out between her legs. Shay quickly pulled away and stood up. He took out a condom and tossed it to the bed. The pleasure was still going through Ava’s body as she sat up and grabbed the condom. She opened the wrapper as Shay dropped his pants. Ava took Shay in her hand and sheathed him. She fell back to the bed and stared at Shay’s amazing cock coming toward her.

With one hard thrust, Shay was buried inside her. When he kissed her, she tasted her own body.

Right now, she was his. And if Ava had her way, he would have her forever.

When Shay finished, there was a knock at the door. Ava hurried to wrap herself up in the covers. Shay pulled on his pants and answered the door.

It was Miller. “Shay…”

“Miller. What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk. Right now.”





twenty-two.



Shay held Ava for most of the night. It was hard to sleep as he thought about what was to come. Strokner had been in contact with Miller and Gaige. Caius was planting his feet deep into the ground in and around Frelen. His associates were putting down roots in town by buying businesses and homes. It was all a ploy to make the MC nervous so he could continue his systematic torture of Shay.

Shay stroked Ava’s hair and kissed her head. He was falling for this one. Imagining her touching Jonesy really pissed him off, but he understood it. The jealousy and anger proved how much he truly cared for Ava. Ava’s sweetness still lingered on his lips. He wanted more of it.

Unable to sleep, Shay snuck out of bed and headed toward the clubhouse. The halls were dark and quiet. At the bar, a stray radio played a rock ballad. A few of the guys and Lost Men were still awake, drunk as hell, swaying, trying to talk. It wouldn't be long until they all passed out.

Shay opened the door to where Jonesy was staying. All he could think about was Ava touching Jonesy. When he opened the door, Shay found Jonesy sitting up in bed, awake.

“Oh, hey. Just checking on you, man,” Shay said. “Wanted to see how my woman did.”

Jonesy raised an eyebrow and gave a thumbs up.

“That’s good,” Shay said. “Too bad you didn’t get her mouth or *.”

Jonesy smiled as he reached for his whiteboard.

Better watch what you say. Miller owes me big time.

Shay laughed and approached the bed. “Fair enough. Listen, I’m really sorry this happened. You and I go way back, back to before I was patched in. I brought you into this mess, and I feel so guilty about this.”

Jonesy shook his head. He scribbled on the board.

Feeling guilty means you’re a *. Don’t be a *. Enjoy *.

“You’re a poet without your tongue, huh?” Shay asked and smiled. “I wish I could say something right now to fix all this. I found out it was my brother after you were kidnapped. It made me want to find him more than ever, and if I told the club who it was, I wouldn't have been allowed to track him."

Jonesy erased the board and started writing again. When he held it up, he nodded.

Shay read it. “You’ll get through it. I knew Caius was a bad man for a long time. You need to focus, Shay. He wants you dead. And he will destroy your world first just to make you suffer."