Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)

Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)

London Casey & Karolyn James



one.



The first bullet hit Trev in the arm. It turned him just enough that the second bullet grazed his chest. The third bullet was destined for his head. Trev always promised himself that if the day would come, he’d look into the eyes of the man that wanted to kill him.

He looked into the man’s eyes - some f*cking guy with a leather cut and no name - and was ready for death. He could already hear the reaper laughing.

A third bullet was fired but from a different gun. That bullet killed the man who tried to kill Trev.

The man who saved Trev was his hero. A secret hero. A hero now lost…

“Fuck me!”

Trev shook his head and snapped back to reality. He was behind some reliever, his hands holding her round ass tight. She had a set of lips tattooed on her ass and that was Trev’s target. He thrust forward, grunting, loving the feel of his bare cock pounding into a woman’s *.

“Harder!” she yelled.

Trev gave it to her harder, sliding one hand up to her hair. He pulled her hair, pulling her head back, letting her scream.

“How’s this?” Trev asked.

The bed slammed against the wall. The mattress was almost as loud as she was.

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes!”

Trev pulled at her hair harder, putting his head back, pumping his hips as hard as he could. He felt his rippling stomach flex over and over. Goddammit, it was better than hitting the gym. The sound of his body slapping against her. She was a sloppy, wet mess all over him, the sweet smell rising into the air.

The bedroom stunk of sex as Trev felt his cock fill up.

Time for a little target practice.

Trev f*cked to the hilt and held there as long as he could. His legs throbbed and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold it off as long as possible. At the last possible second he pulled himself from the reliever and aimed at the set of lips on her ass.

“Fuck yeah,” Trev groaned as he covered the tattoo with his warmth.

The reliever reached back and moved his hand from his cock and finished him off. Stroking him up and down, her own wetness making it easy to slide.

Trev stayed there, f*cking her hand until he was done.

He pulled away from the reliever and moved from the bed. He picked up his jeans and grabbed his leather cut. Being patched in to Back Down Devil MC was growing on Trev. He was used to living on the road, being nothing but a wild outlaw, running with The Lost Men. They were guys that gave up their cuts - or lost their cuts to votes but were allowed to live - and just rode together. They did a ton of dirty work for a ton of dirty cash and survived with next to nothing.

But the patched in life wasn’t all that bad.

Trev tugged at his leather cut and started at the nice round ass still sticking up in the air. She was still rocking back and forth, her hand slowly reaching down between her legs.

“Whatever, babe,” Trev said. “Do what you have to do. I’m out of here.”

“Where the f*ck are you going?” she asked.

Trev smiled and reached to his dresser for his gun. “I’ve got to go kill someone.”

*

Trev put his hand to the trunk. “When do we…”

A hard thud hit from the inside.

Trev jumped back. “Jesus f*cking Christ!”

Blaine started to laugh, spitting beer all over the ground. He leaned over, grabbing his legs, damn near crying.

“What the f*ck?” Trev asked.

“He’s already in the trunk,” Nate said with his typical miserable face.

“Oh? When the f*ck did that happen?”

Miller opened the door to the clubhouse and came walking out, putting sunglasses on. “When you were six inches deep in that whore, we were getting our guy.”

“Hey, hey,” Trev said. “Six inches? Please.”

“Don’t insult him,” Nate said. “You know it’s about half that on a good day.”

“Fuck you,” Trev said.

Blaine stood back up. “Damn, brother, you should have seen your face.” He put his arm around Trev. “Hey, about the small dick thing. There’s a technique you could do, okay? Grab the head of your dick and pull it. Over and over. You kind of stretch it out, you know?”

Trev side stepped from Blaine. “Did you really just say that?”

“How do you think mine got so big?” Blaine asked.

“Holy shit,” Miller said. “I thought having a kid was going to calm you down a little.”

“I didn’t lose my balls,” Blaine said. “Now, can we f*cking do this?”

He hammered on the trunk of the car.

The guy in the trunk pounded right back.

“I’ll take the car,” Trev said. “Bitch ride for not being there when you snagged him.”

“Fair enough,” Miller said. “Blaine, everything set with our wonderful Chief?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said. “Fucking prick has no idea what’s about to happen.”

“This is perfect,” Gaige said. He walked to Trev and slapped him on the back. “I’ll make sure a prospect brings your ride, okay? They’ll dump the body and it’s one less thing on our back.”

Trev nodded.

Miller turned to Nate. “You keep your cell on and ready. I’ll give the call when it’s time.”