BROKEN ROAD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novella) (18 page)

eight.

“
To
Gunner,
”
Miller said. He
lifted a fresh beer.

Ares stood at the back wall and
held his beer out. Gaige, Griffin, Blaine, and Nate all lifted their drinks.

“
To
Gunner,
”
Gaige said.

They all took their turns saying
the same. Except for Ares.

“
Ares,
”
Miller said.
“
Honor your brother.
”

“
To
Gunner,
”
Ares whispered.

They drank and then Miller went
straight to business.
“
What
happened?
”

“
We
showed up,
”
Ares said.
“
The guy running the thing was
some greasy looking fuck. He looked the type to scam and run. He claimed to
have security there, but there was none. He probably runs these things all the
time and takes what he could get and goes to the next town. Fuck, even when the
bullets started flying, he was on the ground scooping up cash.
”

“
Who
was there?
”
Gaige asked.

“
Coast
Road. Eight Under. Guys in suits.
”

“
Suits,
”
Blaine said.
“
And how does that beautiful, big
tit woman play into this?
”

“
She
didn
’
t belong there,
”
Ares said.
“
Not like she was. She had a gun
but was too afraid to use it. The guy running it - Armen - that
’
s her brother.
”

“
Jesus
Christ,
”
Nate said.
“
The sister of someone who killed
one of our guys is here? We need to gut her as revenge.
”

“
Easy
now,
”
Miller said.
“
Gunner was just a prospect. A
dumb one.
”
He looked at
Ares.
“
Who shot first?
”

“
Armen
did,
”
Ares said.
“
When Eight Under saw me, things
got heated. Obviously
…
what
happened
…”

“
Fucking
their women and killing their prospects,
”
Griffin said with a grin.
“
You
’
re just a wild outlaw, Ares.
”

“
Yeah,
right,
”
Ares said.
“
I was giving fair warning to all
those there and Armen said he was going to get security to kick us out. He
walked toward the back and then smacked a drink tray out of Brooke
’
s hand and then he turned and
took a shot. He did it to get everyone scared and shooting at each other.
”

“
So
we
’
re not sure who killed
Gunner,
”
Gaige said.

“
No,
”
Ares said.
“
Armen did it. I watched him do
it. He came up over a table and Gunner wasn
’
t
paying attention. He was too worried about finding a fucking door than
protecting himself.
”

“
And
you guys,
”
Miller said.
“
Have to look out for our
brothers.
”

Ares took the comment personally.
He lowered his head.
“
Yeah,
exactly. The bullet tore through his chest and he was dead before he hit the
ground.
”

“
Why
the woman then?
”
Griffin
asked.

“
I
don
’
t know,
”
Ares said.
“
She pointed her gun at me and
then gave it to me. I didn
’
t
want her in the crossfire anymore. Her piece of shit brother would probably
give her up to get his own ass out of there free. Plus, we could use her.
”

“
I
could fucking use her,
”
Blaine said.
“
I could eat
that pussy and suck on them tits all night.
”

“
We
all could,
”
Gaige said.

Ares felt anger and jealousy again.
“
I meant I could talk to
her. Find out some shit on Armen. Find out what her position is in all this.
She doesn
’
t seem the type
to do this. He
’
s forcing
her hand.
”

“
Maybe
he
’
s fucking her,
”
Blaine said.

“
Christ,
”
Gaige said.
“
That
’
s his sister.
”

“
So?
”

Miller pounded a fist on the table.
“
Fair enough. I
’
ll dig up dirt on Armen. Any
other bodies at the warehouse?
”

“
Yeah,
”
Ares said.
“
I think a Coast Road. Maybe
more.
”

“
Fuck,
”
Miller said.
“
I
’
ll
make a call and send in a clean up crew. We
’
ll
get Gunner
’
s body and
figure out what to do. Give a proper send off, out of respect.
”

“
He
wasn
’
t paying attention,
”
Ares said.
“
Dumb fuck.
”

“
It
’
s good,
”
Miller said.
“
Don
’
t worry about it. Right now,
enjoy the night. The illegal gambling will stop. Whoever this Armen guy is, we
’
ll get him. We have his sister.
”

“
I
want his sister,
”
Blaine
said.

“
She
’
s for Ares,
”
Miller said.
“
Everyone out. Except Ares.
”

This was even more unheard of. A
prospect left in the meeting room with the President. Miller slowly stood up.

“
I
didn
’
t expect that,
”
Ares said.
“
But I figured it.
”

“
If
you weren
’
t there, they
would have all gotten killed. You
’
re
the only one who could survive all this shit.
”

“
That
’
s why I
’
m here.
”

“
Take
the fucking patch, Ares.
”

“
I
don
’
t deserve it.
”

“
Fuck
that,
”
Miller said.
“
Fuck your old club. Fuck their
decision.
”

“
I
don
’
t want
…”

“
I
don
’
t care what you think
or want,
”
Miller said.
“
You have to let that shit go. If
you don
’
t, it
’
ll get you killed.
”

“
Maybe
that
’
s what I
’
m looking for. Revenge on
myself.
”

Miller growled.
“
Asshole. Get the fuck out of
here.
”

Ares left the meeting room. The
clubhouse was roaring with life. Blaine had a
reliever
on each side of
him, talking, his hands working up and down their backs and asses.

Taking the patch would be a smart
thing. It would give Ares a life, protection, a brotherhood. It would give him
respect and it would give him a sense of purpose again. But each time he
considered it, he was taken back to the night he changed the course of his own
life. The night someone considered a brother was killed. The death on his
hands. Not the blood, no, but the death, yes.

Ares walked the dark hallway with
his hands in fists. If anything, at least tonight he could have someone to talk
to. Dig up some information from Brooke and see where she stood with things.
How she could get dragged into what happened tonight. And Ares didn
’
t mind the idea of having
someone next to him in bed that wasn
’
t
drunk, high, and there for the sole purpose of sucking his cock. Hell, maybe he
’
d even hold Brooke and for a
split second, enjoy the warm comfort of a woman
’
s
body that didn
’
t involve
fucking her.

Ares laughed. That was a bullshit
lie and a bullshit kind of life. This was the life. The motorcycle club life.
Even though Ares refused the patch, he still loved the life. The freedom. The
power. Death always seconds away. The fun of staying in front of death. And it
wasn
’
t all that bad riding
through Frelen with the respect and fear of so many.

At the bedroom door, Ares paused
and took a deep breath.

He opened the door and expected to
find Brooke changed.

But she wasn
’
t.

She was wearing the same fucking
killer tight dress as before.

She rose from the bed and stood
there. She was beautiful. Far too beautiful to be in the mix of whatever this
mess was.

“
What
the fuck are you doing?
”
Ares asked.
“
I told you
…”

“
I
can
’
t reach the zipper,
”
Brooke said so softly.

It cut through Ares like a warm
knife through butter. He shut the bedroom door and locked it. He approached
Brooke, his eyes looking at nothing but her eyes. If he looked at any of her
sultry curves, he would lose it.

Brooke slowly turned and reached
for her hair. She pulled and held it up. The sight of her standing like that
made Ares hard. His cock ached in his jeans and he gritted his teeth. He reached
for the small black zipper on the dark red dress and pulled at it. It slid down
with ease, exposing Brooke
’
s
back. The zipper went all the way down to her lower back.

When he stopped, Brooke didn
’
t move. She continued to hold
her hair with one hand. The other hand held the front of the dress from falling
off her chest.

Her bare back looked so smooth.

Ares leaned down and placed his
lips to her neck and kissed once.

Why did you do that?

Ares saw Brooke shiver and her skin
tighten. He then reached around and took her hand, pulling it away from her
dress. When he did, her dress fell forward.

Ares just couldn
’
t help himself
…
he was a man and he had needs.
Those needs included tasting Brooke
’
s
body and letting his fingers memorize the shapes of her curves.

nine.

Brooke zipped the dress herself.
And she knew damn well she could have unzipped it herself. There was no fun in
that though. Her mind had been running rampant while she waited for Ares to
return to the room. She didn
’
t
know if he was going to come into the room, guns blazing, ready to kill her. Or
if he was going to throw her out to the street all alone.

The dress was the best thing Brooke
had because it barely covered her body. And she didn
’
t like giving her body up to just anyone, but
something about Ares made her shiver and made her drip.

The second he tore her hand from
the dress and it fell forward, her toes curled and she started to shake.

Ares hands came down Brooke
’
s sides, taking the dress with
him. She felt the roughness of his fingers and felt him tugging and twisting as
he forced the tight dress down. He stopped when the dress was down to her knees
and then slid his hands back up. He cupped her bare ass, his thumbs teasing at
the thin string of her thong.

When he pulled, the thong cut up
into Brooke, sliding against her moist sex.

“
Fuck,
darling,
”
Ares said.
“
Kick that fucking dress off.
”

Ares griped her at her hips as she
wiggled to finally get the dress off her body. She looked down and beyond the
sight of her breasts, she watched one of Ares
’
s
hands come around to her lower stomach. His fingers slid into her panties and
moved along smooth skin until it gave way to wetness. Ares curled two fingers
and lifted, easily pulling back on Brooke
’
s
engorged and sensitive clit. She bent her knees and groaned.

With circles, Ares pressed his
fingers harder. His other hand touched her stomach and moved up her body. She
put her head back and looked up at Ares. His eyes stared down at her supple
breasts.

Ares hand moved over her breast,
his hand large enough to cup her. With one squeeze, Brooke moaned and felt
pleasure colliding everywhere in her body. Ares brought his fingers together
and then slowly rolled her erect nipple, pulling to the point that Brooke
reached back and gripped at Ares
’
s
jeans for relief.

“
Tell
me it hurts,
”
Ares growled.

“
Fuck,
”
Brooke whispered.
“
It hurts.
”

“
Tell
me it
’
s good.
”

“
It
’
s good, Ares. It
’
s so good.
”

“
Now
let me feel
…”

Ares spread his fingers wide and
held her heavy breast. His fingers in her panties moved down some more. The
tips of his fingers sampled her pussy. He pressed and then hissed.

“
Fuck,
darling. That
’
s really
tight. I
’
m going to need to
work you open a little
…”

Ares took his hands away from her
body. His hands smacked at her hips and turned her around. Brooke had her hands
at her sides. Ares ran both hands up her body and touched both breasts. He came
forward and moved down, bringing his lips to her chest. His right hand began to
massage one breast, while the left hand cupped under her other breast. He
squeezed tight and Brooke cried out. She felt Ares
’
s hot breath a moment before his mouth started to
engulf her. He sucked hard, bringing Brooke to her toes. When he let up, his
tongue came forward and flicked at her nipple. Up and down, so hard, so fast.
So
fucking perfect.

When Ares started to clamp down on
her nipple, Brooke reached forward again to touch Ares. One hand pulled at a
pocket while the other touched between his legs. She felt something wildly big
and hard.

Holyfuckinghell
…

Ares opened his mouth and kissed up
Brooke
’
s chest. He sampled
her neck and went right for her mouth. When his lips touched hers, Brooke
groaned. When his tongue darted into her mouth, she lost her breath. That
’
s when Ares guided her back to
the bed. She fell, sitting now eye level with his pants. She reached out and
touched.

“
Not
yet,
”
Ares said.
“
I
’
ll
let you know when I want my cock taken care of.
”
Ares stroked along Brooke
’
s
lips.
“
First, I
’
m going to loosen up that tight
pussy. Get on your back and put your feet on the bed.
”

Brooke had never succumbed to a man
before like this. Everything had always been so plain and simple. Clothes off.
Fuck. Finish. Nothing more. But Ares was commanding. He was powerful and bold.
And Brooke couldn
’
t say no
to him. She couldn
’
t imagine
stopping him either. Her inner desires craved this
…
and more
.

Brooke kept herself on her elbows,
her palms face down, fingers gripping the sheets. Ares reached forward and ran
his fingers down her breasts again. When he touched her, tingling pulses shot
down her belly to her sex. She was so turned on that she felt she could come
from Ares just touching her breasts. In fact, she was so fucking wet, she was
already close.

Ares kept going though, his large
hands running down her belly and body. One hand moved between her legs and
pressed against her thong. The cloth was sopping wet and served no purpose
right now. Ares made that very clear when he ripped at her thong, forcing it
off her body.

The panties hit the floor and
Brooke was completely naked now. Ares took Brooke by the ankles and guided her
feet back to the bed. His fingers trailed up to her knees and then he spread
her legs wide open.

“
What
a fucking beautiful sight,
”
Ares said.
“
I
’
m going to touch you and make
you scream for more. I
’
m
going to make you come so hard with my fingers you
’
ll beg for my cock.
”

“
I
want it right now,
”
Brooke
said, feeling breathless.

“
You
’
ll get it when I feel like
fucking giving it,
”
Ares
said.

His right hand slid down Brooke
’
s leg. She watched with
impatient eyes and a racing heart.

Ares started with just one finger.
He touched her silky folds and turned his finger, gently opening her and
thrusting his finger in.

It felt so good. The instant
pleasure tingled everywhere.

Ares pulled and pushed his finger,
his other hand gripping her other tight. His hand moved up and stayed just
inches from her sex. Brooke
’
s
body battled with what sensations to appreciate more. And that
’
s when Ares added a second
finger.

The pressure increased and Brooke
groaned. She rocked her hips, wanting more. When Ares twisted his fingers and
slammed in harder, the sound of wetness echoed in the room. Brooke cried out
and started to lift her ass off the bed. She rocked harder, working with Ares
’
s amazing fingers.

Then, as fast as he started, he
stopped.

He pulled his fingers from Brooke
and placed them to her smooth mound. He then rubbed his fingers back and forth,
spreading Brooke
’
s own
wetness on her body. He then used his thumb and sought out Brooke
’
s clit. He pressed and rubbed,
making tiny circles, making it damn near impossible for Brooke to make a sound.

“
Almost
ready,
”
Ares said.
“
Make sure you
’
re nice and wet.
”

“
What
the fuck
…
,
”
Brooke growled.
“
What the fuck do you want to
feel
…”

Ares came toward the bed. His legs
touched the sides and he took his hand from Brooke
’
s inner leg and reached for her face. He touched
her cheek and came down at her.

Brooke gasped for air.

Ares was just inches away.

“
I
want to feel you come all over my fingers,
”
Ares said.

Brooke opened her mouth, desperate
to say something seductive. But her words were stolen when she felt Ares
’
s finger enter her again. Then
came his second finger. And then
…
a third finger.

Brooke felt herself stretching and
her need racing toward a climax. Her hips were uncontrollable as she thrust at
Ares, wanting more. She could feel just how deep his fingers were and when she
looked down to see it, it finally made her able to cry out.

“
I
’
m
…
there
…”

“
Say
it louder,
”
Ares said.

“
Fuck,
I
’
m there. I
’
m
…”
Brooke reached with her hands and found the edges of Ares
’
s leather cut. She pulled and
lifted herself off the bed. It gave her body more movement, able to match the
wild speed of Ares
’
s
fingers slamming in and out of her precious body.
“
I
’
m
coming
…”

Those were the last words Brooke
could find. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open. What came out were a
series of cut off groans, cries, and whimpers as her body throbbed and she
came. When she stopped moving, Ares didn
’
t.
He kept pounding at her with his fingers, leaving the pleasure rolling through
her body.

Brooke couldn
’
t stop coming.

When Ares finally pulled his
fingers from Brooke
’
s body,
she released her hold on  his leather cut and fell to the bed. Brooke was
already out of breath, sweating, desperate for air. And that was before Ares
even fucked her.