Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(16)

Jace gently placed his right hand to Jordyn’s ass. He pushed at her as he thrust, getting ready to time it perfectly. When that final rush came to him, he gritted his teeth and hissed. His need was to thrust deeper, but he pulled back and placed himself on Jordyn’s back. He started to come all over her. He hurried and pulled at her shoulder, forcing her to stand. Her body was against his, his cock between her back and his stomach, still spilling everywhere. Jace then had both hands at her stomach, pulling, wanting more pressure. Jordyn slowly started to rock herself, moving up and down. Her silky back rubbed against the bottom of his shaft, keeping him coming for what felt like hours.

When he finally stopped, Jordyn put her head back, her eyes shut, mouth parted.

Jace looked at her mouth. He moved his mouth down and kissed her thin lips. Not an intense f*ck me kiss, but a gentle kiss. Christ, it almost felt like a thank you kiss.

Then Jace tasted Jordyn’s tongue, and he wanted more. When Jordyn flicked the tip of her tongue at his mouth, it made him wonder if she would do the same when sucking on his cock. Then Jordyn reached back and dug her hand into his hair. Jace looked down at Jordyn’s breasts, her nipples still painfully hard.

And suddenly the moment seemed way too real. He ended the kiss and stepped back, pushing Jordyn forward. There was a stringy mess between them, but Jace kept stepping back. Jordyn looked over her shoulder and Jace saw that she was blushing. What the f*ck was that about? What kind of chick demands to be f*cked bareback like this and then blushes when it’s over?

“There’s a shower… you might want to clean up.”

Jordyn nodded. Her lips kept moving, but there were no words. Jace simply folded his arms, unashamed and actually proud about his naked body. In fact, he told himself that if Jordyn stood like that for another minute, he was going to bend her over again.

But she started to walk. She disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. Jace exhaled a breath and ran his hands through his hair. He looked down at himself. He was a complete mess of his own orgasm.

Fuck… it felt so good. Way too good.





seven.



Jordyn couldn’t focus. She stood in the shower, the water pounding against her body, and she kept finding herself taking small steps back. It was like the water was too powerful. Or she was just too weak.

She had no idea what the hell had gotten into her. Part of her wanted to slap herself for being so dumb and thinking that Mr. Strokner wouldn’t eventually want to actually f*ck her. Hell, it was just a few days ago that he was just rubbing her lower back and making comments. Now he wanted to f*ck her. That’s how he said it, too. With his hoarse whisper that was anything but seductive. And while she tried to scramble and come up with a damn good reason or an even better excuse to wait, Mr. Strokner hit her. The back of his hand came from nowhere and nailed her in the face. The pain was mild, but when Jordyn saw the blood, she started to panic.

Before she could say anything to calm him down, Mr. Strokner reached across (causing Jordyn to flinch in fear) and he opened the door.

“Get out of here,” he growled at her. “Get out now. You’re nothing without me, Jordyn. You don’t know what you want without me.”

Those words were like being hit again, over and over, as though Mr. Strokner knew exactly how to cut right into the depths of her heart. That’s what set it all in motion. That’s what made the anger, the tears, and then a wild sense of need collide in Jordyn’s body. So the second Jace's arms wrapped around her and he took her back to his room, she had to have him. There was no turning back. She wasn't in control of the feelings going through her after being hit.

And now here she was, in the shower, in Jace’s room, in the clubhouse of Back Down Devil. It was unbelievable.

After showering, Jordyn stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She stared at the door and wondered if Jace was going to be waiting for her still. Chances were he wasn't. Either way Jordyn could get dressed and leave to go... where?

That was the question.

She had no idea where to go. Could she call Mr. Strokner or should she just assume that she had lost her job. But she couldn’t lose her job. Not this job. Not this paycheck. Her grandmother was counting on her to have a career, a relationship, and find happiness. The poor woman didn’t have much time left.

“Shit,” Jordyn whispered.

She ran a hand through her wet hair. There was only one way to face all this.

Jordyn opened the door and let out a scream.

Jace stood there, a hand on the wall. He was dressed now, back in his jeans and that damn white t-shirt.

“You scared me,” Jordyn whispered.

“You left your clothes.”

Jordyn started to smile when a third voice entered the room.

“I’ll be happy to stay and watch.”

Jordyn gasped and when Jace moved, she saw another guy standing in the room. He was about the same height and build as Jace. Except he had some hair on his face, a shit grin to match, and dark eyes that were a little scary.

“Calm it, Blaine,” Jace said.

“Sorry, bro. But you know how this goes… pretty woman in your room and I want to know why. And I want a piece of it.”

“You’re not getting a piece of anything,” Jace said.

“Hey, you already sent one to my room.”

Jace smiled. “Don’t bring that up. Where is that one at?”