Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(17)

But Heather trusted him. She trusted his words and actions.

She stared at him, feeling his amazing cock pressing deep into her body. Feeling her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Feeling the hardness of his body thumping against her. And looking at the intensity of his eyes.

It was all so much to grasp.

Heather felt her eyes fill with tears. She couldn’t hold back. The tears filled and rushed from her eyes down her cheeks.

“That’s right,” Brody said. “Let it out. It’s okay now, sweetheart.”

He kissed Heather like she had never been kissed before. It was so real, so honest, so perfect. They kissed for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds. Brody then put his hands to her sides and pushed Heather forward and down. He wanted her to bend over again and she listened.

As Brody f*cked her hard and fast, Heather felt herself coming again. The intense orgasm pulling tight to Brody’s cock. He grunted as he forced himself through it. Heather’s body bounced and danced. She felt a few tears drip from her face to the carpet. She stared at them and then smiled.

It was okay to let go. It was okay to feel good.

She thrust back at Brody, matching his powerful movements. And with that, in a matter of a few seconds, his fingers dug hard into her ass again. He then came forward with a vicious thrust and held tight as he reached his own climax.

Heather felt his cock throbbing as he held tight inside her. He rocked Heather’s ass up and back gently, letting her warm and aching insides milk everything out of him.

Brody then pulled back and out. His hands helped Heather stand and he smacked her on the ass. The slap echoed and Heather cried out.

“Get in the shower,” Brody said with a laugh. “I’ll be right in.”

Heather looked back at him and nodded.

Holyf*ckinghell…

Heather remembered watching some dumb girly movie when she was a teenager where the two people met, f*cked, and then fell in love. They had an intense relationship, but it was meant to be forever. That had always been Heather’s wildest fantasy. To have someone f*ck her into falling in love with them… and maybe… maybe that just happened.





ten.



Brody stood with his pants down at his ankles and had his hands balled into fists again. He looked to the bathroom and saw nothing but steam. Heather had gotten into the shower, the water rushing all over her beautiful naked body like wild rain.

“Fuck,” Brody growled.

He looked down at himself. He shook his head. He knew the troubles of getting attached or getting in too deep with things. But f*ck, he was a man. Coming into the room, his plan was to rip through Heather’s personal shit and hope to find something that would distance herself from the * dealing drugs in Frelen. The last thing he expected was for Heather to come walking out of the bathroom holding a towel to her body. Just a f*cking towel. And only covering the front of her f*cking body.

Brody took a breath and kicked off his boots. He stepped from his jeans and went to the bathroom. He took care of the evidence from he and Heather f*cking, then set his eyes to the shower. Most of his relationships were based on hours rather than years. So right now, whatever was happening with Heather didn’t mean shit just as long as they wanted to be near each other. Because in a matter of hours, or at the most, days, Heather would be on her way. Back to the hospital to be a cute looking nurse rushing around. Hopefully that * Lyle would be dead and Heather would have nothing to worry about.

As Brody tore open the shower door, he said, “You have company. Make room for me.”

Heather smiled - why the f*ck does she have to have dimples that somehow make her eyes bluer? - and nodded. “Plenty of room in here.”

Brody laughed. “Not sure about that, sweetheart. You were pretty f*cking full a few minutes ago.”

Heather’s jaw dropped and face turned red.

Brody stepped into the shower and grabbed for Heather.

Time is not my f*cking friend.

He turned her around. Her hair was long, wet, the tips slightly curled, resting right at the top of her breasts. He stared her up and down, her beautiful wet body. Her tits were nice, small for his hands, but plenty to play with. Her nipples were tiny and perky, sticking out at him like small fingers pointing.

Slowly, Brody ran his hands down Heather’s chest. He cupped both breasts and she pressed her chest hard at him. As he looked into her eyes, he realized he mixed protection with sex. Or that sex meant protection.

Brody kept his hands moving, down her stomach and around to her ass. His mind and heart were in a raging war now. He sometimes hated the f*cking bullshit that came with the club and the life.

Brody let Heather go and took a step back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I was going through your shit and you didn’t care.”

“I have nothing to hide. I’m used to it.”

“Fuck,” Brody growled. “Not with me, sweetheart. I don’t want that. But I have to have it that way right now.”

“Brody…”

“There was a bust in town yesterday. Got the club in some hot water.”

“Why?”

“Whatever you know of us as bikers in leather with mean faces, throw that out the f*cking window. We keep this town running. We keep things even. Quiet. We make sure people feel safe, but they know we’re watching. It’s a balancing act most of the time. And one thing we don’t stand for is drugs in this town. Anyone who deals… thinks about it… they meet a quick and early grave.”