Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(55)

He loved Jordyn. He loved her body.

And Jordyn accepted everything… again and again… until Jace slowly pulled out of her. He looked down at his cock. It glistened with their sex. His hands ran up her body and around to her breasts. He cupped them and pulled Jordyn to him. He held her as he kissed her cheek.

“Fuck, babe,” he whispered. “That was probably stupid.”

Jordyn reached back, digging a hand into his hair. “I know. But if something happens, at least it’s with you.”

“I could die tomorrow, babe.”

“So could I. You better kiss me before we die.”

Jace kissed Jordyn with a fiery passion. As much as he wanted to keep going, to get hard again, to push Jordyn into the shower and f*ck her for the rest of his life, there was business to take care of. And that business involved Jordyn.

Jace forced himself to break the kiss. He spun Jordyn around. She was still naked, head to toe, and she was cuddling against him. It was a perfect moment in the midst of a disaster.

As Jace held her, he knew there was one more thing to do. He’d promised to protect Jordyn. He’d confessed his love for her. He’d even taken a big risk by loving her body unprotected. But right now, it came down to one more thing.

Jace touched Jordyn’s face. “The club is going to escort you to the funeral tomorrow. Out of respect for you and what you’ve done for all of us.”

“Jace…”

“Listen to me. That’s the good news, babe. But there’s also some bad news. And I need you to trust me with everything you have deep inside that beautiful heart of yours. Can you do that?”

“For you, Jace, I will do anything.”

Jace kissed Jordyn. He feared she was going to regret those words, but it didn’t matter. It was too late.





twenty-two.



Jordyn ran a brush through her hair and then wiped a tear from her eye. She wore a black dress, not just for the passing of Gram. The color symbolized the leather cuts, the dark heart that beat in Mr. Strokner's chest, and the fact that today was going to be the last day Mr. Strokner could touch his chest and feel that heart beating.

Jordyn dropped the brush to the bathroom floor and gripped the edge of the sink. She stared at her reflection, following the tear running down her cheek. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

I trust him. I trust them.

If anything went wrong today, Jordyn would be gone. She’d never feel Jace’s strong arms around her. She’d never have the sensation of his lips against hers, his tongue commanding hers, or the feel of his lips and tongue traveling along her body.

Jordyn wanted this though. She wanted the risk. The adventure. She wanted to know that there was a chance that someday she could sit with her family and share stories about her young life, just like Gram had done with her.

Picturing Gram as a biker chick made Jordyn smile.

When Jordyn tried to laugh, she choked up and started to cry. There was a soft knock at the door and when it opened, Jace stood there, his hair slick and clean, his eyes cutting right into her. He was as dressed up as he’d probably ever be.

“Hey, babe,” he said. “We’re all out there waiting for you.”

“Okay,” Jordyn said.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just thinking of Gram as a biker chick…”

“They’re usually called old ladies.”

“Am I an old lady?”

Jace smiled. “I don’t know what the hell you are, Jordyn. But you’ve taken everything I’ve known about life and tossed it out the window.”

“Do I have to ride on the back of your motorcycle in a dress?” Jordyn asked.

“No. You do what you want. But I’m not getting in a car. I’ve got two wheels. That’s all I need.”

Jace backed away and shut the door.

Jordyn collected herself and knew she was purposely just trying to kill time. Of course Back Down Devil knew the funeral director who was handling Gram’s services. He made sure to tell Jordyn to take her time. The guys waited for her outside, the hearse at the funeral home. It was all planned out, even the small details were cared for by the MC. None of the guys had even met Jordyn’s grandmother yet they were doing this for her. As Jace told her, it was out of respect. For all the times Mr. Strokner touched her, spoke to her, and made her feel uneasy.

But it’s not done yet… not done yet.

Jordyn sucked in a breath and left the bathroom. She nodded to Jace and they left.

Jace offered Jordyn his helmet and she took it.

So much for doing my hair.

Of course she was going to ride on Jace’s motorcycle to the funeral. It was where she belonged.

The other guys all split apart, creating a path for Jace’s ride. At the front was Miller, who was facing them. Jace started the motorcycle and crept forward. He went right up to Miller. Miller slowly walked his ride backwards. He turned the wheel and pointed to the spot next to him and that’s where Jace pulled up to.

Jordyn wasn’t sure what it all meant, but it was touching to watch.

Miller started his motorcycle and then everyone else did too. There were nine motorcycles running at once. The thundering roar of each motor was almost deafening.

They stopped once at the funeral home in Frelen, where a black hearse waited. There were no words spoken, just silent action commanded by Miller.