Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(8)

Jordyn hesitated but then slowly moved her left hand. She touched her inner thigh and bit on her bottom lip. She slid her middle finger up to her body. Her folds were tender, warm. He did nothing for her, so there wasn't much moisture to touch.

Jordyn pressed her finger and moved it up and down.

“Yes,” Mr. Strokner said. “Yes. Make that little finger disappear into your tight hole.”

Jordyn started to shiver again. She looked to the desk and that’s when she saw the folder again. And that picture… Jace.

What a hot name. What a sexy man.

Jordyn bit harder on her lip. She studied the picture for a few seconds and then shut her eyes. She forced herself to imagine it. To imagine him. Of course Jordyn had no idea what Jace really looked like, but it was okay to make things up. She saw Jace coming at her. He was naked. Strong. Tattoos. She had his face in her mind. That rough looking jaw. Those eyes. Deadly, teasing.

As Jordyn let out a breath, she felt a warmth rush through her body. That warmth provided the wetness she needed. For herself. For Mr. Strokner.

She opened her eyes and looked at the picture again. Her middle finger then sank into her own body. Her gentle folds were wet and her sex relaxed just enough for her own touch. She slid her finger in and out a few times. Her body then thrust, wanting more, wanting Jace.

“That’s a good girl,” Mr. Strokner said. “Yes. Show me that finger now. I want to see it all wet.”

Jordyn took her hand from herself and showed her boss. Sure enough, her middle finger glistened with the sweetness of her own body.

“Delicious,” Mr. Strokner said. “Do it again. Touch again, Jordyn. Press your finger as deep as you can reach…”

“Yes, sir,” Jordyn replied.

She did as told, her eyes switching between the sight of her bare body and the picture on the desk.

The harder she pressed her finger, the harder her body thrust.

And for the first time since her dream job began, Jordyn didn’t want to stop, even after Mr. Strokner finished in his own pants.

Jordyn wanted more.

Jordyn really wanted Jace…





four.



The table was full. Jace sat with his hands folded, a cigarette burning in one of them. The smell of the smoke was great. The taste of the whiskey so dark and bitter. This was home. And everyone who sat at the table was family to Jace.

Miller slowly walked the length of the table. Gaige was deep in thought. As always. It pissed Jace off sometimes. Sometimes he wished he had the VP tag on his cut, but then he saw the bullshit Gaige had to go through. It was sometimes a little nicer to be on the other side of the table. It came with the same respect, but it was a lot more fun.

Blaine threw an elbow and bumped into Jace.

“Missed you, man,” he whispered. “You’re always on my right. I’d look over and see the damn chair empty and it just… I didn’t like it. Felt like I lost you.”

“Wow,” Jace said. “That’s maybe the closest to human you’ve ever been.”

“Well, it did come with some benefits,” Blaine said.

“Yeah?”

“I told so much * that I lost you and, damn, if the leather cut ain’t enough, pretending to be sad just makes them melt. It’s like leaving a popsicle out in the sun. * was just oozing all over me, man. I couldn’t get enough. They were lined up for miles.”

Jace shook his head. He thought about beating the shit out of Blaine right then, but he held back.

Miller got to the head of the table. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and twisted the cap off. He poured a shot and then slammed the bottle down on the table. The thudding sound shut everyone up. Miller grabbed the shot glass and lifted it.

“A lot could be said right now,” Miller said. “Maybe something good. Something bad. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just getting too old and running out of words. I mean, look at what we’ve gone through in the past few months. Shay had to kill his own brother. Caius wanted to take us down and tried to use an old war to do it with Eight Under. Jonesy had to kill himself to protect his goddamn family. For this club. For himself. Jace got taken out of here in cuffs and it left our table with one missing.” Miller nodded and looked around. “One missing is like having an empty table. Because we’re in this together. No matter what is waiting out there, we have this right here together. Maybe that’s all I’ve got right now, but f*ck, it has to be good enough.” Miller looked at Jace. “I want you to know how shitty we all felt while you were locked up. We fought with the goddamn lawyers and justice system to fix this. You did good inside there though, brother. You took care of business for this club that you don’t even realize. It wasn’t all wasted, Jace. I promise you. And no matter what happens, from now until our graves are dug, we have this. Together.”

Miller threw the shot glass back and drank the whiskey.

The table started to applaud for Jace.

Miller slid the shot glass and the whiskey bottle to Jace. He gave a nod. Everyone then made fists and pounded on the table. Jace couldn’t help but smile as he poured himself a shot. He took it and everyone erupted in cheers for him.

Jace then threw the shot glass behind him, letting it smash to the floor. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and nodded, making damn sure everyone knew that it was his bottle to drink for the night.