Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(10)

“Luck?” Jace laughed. “We’re Back Down Devil, bro. We don’t have any luck. We’re outlaws. If we survive, we celebrate. If we die, f*ck it, we’re dead. But we don’t rise or fall with f*cking luck.”

Shay smiled. “I f*cking love you, Jace. Get out there and enjoy yourself.”

Jace patted Shay on the face and turned. He walked to the clubhouse and put his arms out. Blaine let out a long whistle and soon there were a handful of women all there to tend to Jace. Some clothed, some not, and some at an in between stage that excited Jace. He jumped up on the pool table and leaned back. There were women everywhere. The music was loud. Drinks were flowing. The beer was ice cold. The whiskey was perfectly cool. Smoke clouded the air and there were different smells that were all delicious in their own way.

And Jace had hands all over him. There was a woman kissing his neck. Another one cupping her hand between his legs. Two others - topless - were tugging at his leather, giggling and winking, tempting Jace.

To him, though, this was all bullshit. He wasn’t in the mood for games. Not when he kept thinking about what had happened in prison and that some * judge was trying to prove a point by leaving Jace to rot. There would be hell to pay for that.

Jace swung both his hands and cleared the pool table. He got to his feet and pulled at his pants. He looked around the clubhouse. Blaine was leaning in the corner, some reliever already on her knees in front of him. Griffin had a woman on the couch, his hands easing up her shirt, loving the attention. Nate was sitting back taking it all in, like he normally did. He would eventually have his fun with a couple relievers and then kick them out so he can sleep alone.

It was too much for Jace. He didn’t understand how some guys did it for years. Especially if they got out. At night, it had been so silent. Quiet enough that his thoughts were like outside voices in the night, echoing all around. Right now, in the clubhouse, it was like a thundering commotion. It f*cking pissed him off.

Jace took two steps and then stopped. He turned and grabbed the first woman he could find. He pulled her close, his hand sliding to her back. She was already topless and there wasn’t much that made up the so-called panties she was wearing.

“Are you a f*cking stripper?” Jace asked.

“Yeah,” the woman replied.

“You have some f*cking stupid name? Like Whip? Or Passion?”

“No. My name is anything you want to call me.”

“You come with me right now, I’m going to f*ck you all night,” Jace warned.

“Okay.”

“You’re not getting paid.”

“I’m here on volunteer work.”

Jace slipped his hand down Stephanie’s little string panties and guided her to his room. When he opened the door, he pushed the stripper inside and slammed the door shut.

Jace wasted no time ripping his cut off and grabbing Stephanie's large, obviously fake breasts from behind. She thrust back at him, groaning.

“Don’t do the fake shit,” Jace whispered. “Just bend the f*ck over.”

“Hey, were you really in prison?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s kind of hot.”

“Ask me what I was in prison for then.”

“Tell me.”

Jace put his lips to the stripper’s glittery cheek. “Fucking murder.”

Jace released his hold on the stripper’s tits and bent her over. He opened his jeans and pulled himself out. This woman wasn’t worthy of him taking off his clothes. There was no need for that shit right now. Jace stroked his cock and then reached into his nightstand to get a condom. Once he was protected, he tore the little panty thing off Stephanie’s body and forced himself nice and deep in her body.

With his eyes shut, Jace enjoyed the feel of a woman.

He came, tucked himself away, and then threw the stripper to the bed.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight. When I want to f*ck, be wet. If you touch me without me telling you, I’ll toss you out. You’re leaving in the morning and I never want to see you again. Got it?”

“Is that all?” the stripper asked.

Jace curled his lip.

He should have just thrown her out now. He didn't need a goddamn woman talking back to him. It was much easier to just switch them up like a change of clothes. Less mess and less f*cking care.





five.



Jordyn shadowed Mr. Strokner for most of the morning. She felt uncomfortable seeing him for the first few hours. When she did, her face turned red and she couldn’t help but think about what had happened. She was certain she had given him the wrong idea with the way she touched herself and moved on him. The way he came… the way she came… it had never happened to Jordyn like that before.

The worst part was that she kind of wanted to do it again. Of course, she would need to see that picture of Jace again. The sexy mystery of the biker. The idea of him being in prison for murder. Being released. Everything about it was just so different from what Jordyn knew in her life. She was used to a constant repeat of struggle and suffering. Right down to this opportunity with Mr. Strokner and his company. It should have been the dream job she had worked so hard for, but it wasn’t. And it never would be.

Jordyn had a gut feeling that things were going to get worse, and her fears quickly came true. In between meetings, Jordyn saw two clients out of a meeting room, and she returned and found Mr. Strokner sitting in his chair at the head of the table. Only, he was facing her, looking relaxed, his legs open.