RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)
London Casey & Karolyn James
RUTHLESS HOLD
A Back Down Devil MC Novel
She’s the daughter of the biker who taught him how to be a true outlaw… he’s supposed to keep her safe – not get her pregnant.
When Trev took the vacant seat at the Back Down Devil MC table, he did it out of honor for a fallen brother. He then learns the man who brought him into the outlaw world had a secret affair and had a daughter a long time ago.
Worse yet… she’s beautiful. And Trev is put in charge of protecting her.
Eden is in serious danger. She knows little of her life other than she was given up for adoption. A mysterious letter brings her to a motorcycle club where she learns about her parents and ends up in the arms of a sexy and strong biker.
The truth about Emma ignites a war within the MC. Two charters are poised to face off in an explosive war and it’s not just the fate of Back Down Devil MC at stake. It’s Trev’s life, Eden’s life, and the life they created all hanging in balance…
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 fucking 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 fucked 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, fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking Christ!”
Blaine started to laugh, spitting beer all over the ground. He leaned over, grabbing his legs, damn near crying.
“What the fuck?” Trev asked.
“He’s already in the trunk,” Nate said with his typical miserable face.
“Oh? When the fuck 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.”