Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(25)

With one nod, Jace gave the orders again. Jordyn slowly dropped to her knees. Jace made sure to turn so that Jordyn’s back was to the road. More so, it was so they both could see the guy from Coast Road just feet away holding his bleeding stomach. His gasps for air were wet, gurgling, and very infrequent. He’d probably be dead before Jace could come.

Jordyn pulled Jace’s cock from his jeans and lovingly stroked him root to tip. She then slid her soft little hand back down him and squeezed. Jace watched as Jordyn brought her sexy mouth forward. Her lips slid right over the head of his cock with ease. The warmth and wetness made him groan. He thrust a little, not wanting to fight his body’s natural reaction.

Jordyn came down a few inches and pulled back. Her teeth touched the sensitive skin of Jace’s erection and he hissed. Jordyn looked up at him, her big, brown eyes so tempting. Her hand then slid up his shaft as her mouth came back down. Her lips and hand met halfway down Jace’s cock.

Everything was so pretty and slow at first. It was good, but only for a minute. Jace wasn’t here to pretend he was in a romantic porn scene. He wanted to come.

Jace put his hand to the back of Jordyn’s head and pulled. He thrust forward. Jordyn’s eyes squeezed close and he tested the depths of her throat. She put her hands to his legs, her nails digging even through his jeans. Jace smiled. It felt so f*cking good. He released his hand from the back of her head and moved it to her shoulder. She was so good. So thorough with each suck up and down. When she pulled back, her hand came with her. When she needed a breath of air, she made damn sure to stroke him as hard and fast as she could.

After just a few minutes, her lips were pouty and red. It made her look even more wild and seductive. Jace groaned and thrust back at her mouth. He felt the wet softness of her tongue against the bottom of his shaft. As she took him deeper, the pressure and pleasure increased. Jace took a few deep breaths and started to feel the rush through his body. He looked down at Jordyn and held the back of her head again. He guided her faster and faster. Jordyn stayed with him. He wasn’t going to let her take a break now. No way.

As he reached the point of no return, he pulled on Jordyn's hair. She opened her mouth and let out a whimper just as Jace started to come. Jordyn kept her mouth open wide for the first few releases. Then she closed her mouth tight and slid back down Jace’s shaft. Jace groaned and hissed at the intense pressure he felt while he came again and again inside Jordyn’s sweet mouth.

She accepted every drop before pulling back and off his cock. She licked her lips and remained on her knees. Jace grabbed his cock and tucked it away. He looked to his left and saw the man was still taking very short breaths.

“Fuck,” Jace whispered.

“What?” Jordyn asked.

“I came too soon. He’s still alive over there. We just gave him a show.”

“That’s one way to go I guess,” Jordyn said.

Jace smiled. He pulled Jordyn to her feet. “Now that’s the kind of talk that drives me mad.” Jace stroked Jordyn’s cheek. “Now, are you ready to meet the President of Back Down Devil?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. It’s time everyone starts to realize how much of an * Strokner is.”

Jace kissed Jordyn’s forehead and then walked her to his motorcycle. He handed her his helmet and saw that she was staring at the dying man.

It was always hard to get through those first few moments. It was an innocence being stripped away forever. Jace had lost that innocence many years ago, so he didn't have the patience to wait around for Jordyn to get over it. There was business to handle. And it was quite simple - if you were alive but not focused on surviving, you were better off dead.





eleven.



The image would be there forever. The sight of Jace standing over the man and pulling the trigger again and again. Each bullet spraying blood as it entered his body. Jordyn had never seen anything like it, and the way Jace did it so calmly made her realize that he was indeed a murderer. The alleged concept meant nothing now. Jace was a murderer. Now Jordyn just had to decide a whether spending time with a murderer was a path she wanted to be on.

Could some murders be justified?

It was a question that bothered Jordyn the entire ride back to the Back Down Devil clubhouse. There were a lot of motorcycles there this time. When Jace opened the door and ushered Jordyn inside, the clubhouse was full. Guys and women all around. Pool games. Dart games. Music blaring. Laughing, arguing, the sound of someone punching another in the face. The clank of shot glasses and the shattering of beer bottles as they were tossed into the trash.

The entire time Jace held Jordyn’s hand tight. He walked with a purpose and didn’t stop until he was standing in front of a taller, muscular guy who wore a patch that said President. The muscles on Jace and these guys were much different from the muscles on the guy Jace shot. The chemically enhanced muscles were gross looking compared to the real ones that covered these men all around her.

“Miller, can we talk?” Jace asked.

Miller…

“Yeah. Everything good?”

“Not sure. This is Jordyn. She works for Strokner. We need to talk, with her.”

“She good here?” Miller asked and curled his lip.

“Yeah, she’s good. Let's go to the table. I want her to tell you what she knows.”