RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (18 page)

Eden waited for him to explode with
anger.
Maybe even kill her.

Instead, Trev helped her to her
feet. His hands cupped at her ass. He looked into her eyes.

“
I
don
’
t give a
fuck, beautiful
…
I
’
m going to
claim you
…
you
’
re going
to carry my baby
…”

__

fourteen.

Trev had no fucking idea what had
gotten into him. Never before had he told a woman club business like he did to
Eden. Telling her about the fucking prospects and then describing how he killed
the fucking traitors. Her pussy was the most comforting thing he
’
d ever felt before, better than
ten shots of the world
’
s
most expensive whiskey. Better than the coldest beer on the hottest day. Fuck,
her pussy was almost better than the open fucking road.

Trev needed to claim her. Not to
just fuck her pussy, protect her ass, and make sure she was off limits to the
rest of the MC. He wanted her to really be his. Wear a ring. Carry a baby. All
that bullshit he
’
d been
seeing for months now in the MC.

I fucking want that.

He carried Eden from the shower and
went right to the bed. They were both dripping wet. Her face looked shocked at
the words he
’
d said to her
-
you
’
re
going to carry my baby
- and, shit, the words had shocked Trev too.

As he put Eden down on the bed, he
slid his hands down to her knees and parted her legs, admiring the beautiful
sight before his eyes. Her pink flower, bloomed, moist, ready for more. His
hands squeezed and he climbed to the bed. Between his legs, he was a steel
beam, never needing a break after coming. Not with someone like Eden.

He came forward and pressed himself
to her body. Her left hand touched his stomach and clawed at him.

“
Easy,
”
she whispered.

Trev peeled her hand away and
grinned.
“
Sorry, beautiful,
I don
’
t do easy. Life isn
’
t easy. Nothing is easy. But
sometimes hard is good.
”

He thrust forward and entered her.

Eden let out a cry and arched her
back.

Trev slipped a hand behind her back
and held her in that position. He thrust harder into her and brought his mouth
down to her chest. Her tits were amazing, her skin warm and soft, her nipples
hard but forgiving to the roughness of his tongue. And each time he flicked his
tongue up and down against her nipples she bucked her hips at him. In a matter
of just a few minutes, Trev had all of Eden
’
s
buttons memorized. He controlled her body, her pleasure, and beyond that, Trev
controlled her protection and safety.

He brought his body to hers,
feeling her breasts press to his hard chest. He fucked her with thorough pumps,
his lower half like the piston of an engine, ramming forward, feeling every
inch of Eden
’
s delicious
body.

The tips of their noses touched for
a split second and Trev caught himself kissing Eden. The kiss turned into
something hotter. Eden dug her hands into his hair, pulling at him. They were
wild together then. Stuck between crazy sex and making love, a fine line that
Trev never crossed before. To him there was no such thing as love when it came
to fucking someone. It was about release. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Trev broke the kiss from Eden
because of what it started to do within his heart. He put his hands to the bed
and pushed himself up. It started to piss him off with the way he was feeling.
He was supposed to be the guy on the frontline for the MC. The one to take a
bullet and be remembered as a hero. Not leave people behind.

As Trev thrust harder into Eden, he
felt himself readying to explode again. Eden grabbed at his ass, her nails
scratching and digging. For a second, he screamed in his mind not to finish
inside her. No giving leverage to anyone who wanted his ass dead. It was easier
to live with nothing than die with everything.

“
Oh,
Trev,
”
Eden groaned. Her
fingers pulled at him.

Trev let out a grunt and pulled
back as he felt himself climaxing. He managed to get his cock out just in time.
He looked down and watched as he came, spurting right up on Eden
’
s smooth mound. She gasped and
hurried to grab him, pumping at his root.

“
Fuck,
no,
”
she cried out.

A second later she put Trev
’
s dick back to her pussy.

Trev gritted his teeth and lost his
damn mind. He thrust forward and entered her again. His cock was still pulsing,
oozing with orgasm, but somewhere in his mind he told himself it wasn
’
t a big deal. The first few
shots were the most potent.

As Trev lowered his body to Eden
’
s again he felt the warm, sticky
mess between them. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, loving the
way her clean, still wet skin smelled and tasted. He thrust as hard as ever,
his cock finished, but his mind and heart far from done. With each thrust into
Eden, she groaned, taking him over and over.

Somewhere inside Trev he wanted to
feel regret. Knowing he jammed his cock back into her beautiful pussy, even
when he was still coming, that was a big risk. That was a big deal .

To Trev
’
s shock
…
there was no regret.

When it came to Eden, he only
felt excitement.

*

“
It
’
s almost dark, brother,
”
Trev said.
“
It
’
s
been a fuck of a day for me. Shit got too calm around the clubhouse and I knew
something was going to happen. I felt it inside me.
”
Trev looked at his hands.
“
There
’
s
blood on these hands, brother. So much blood. It had to be done. The prospects
didn
’
t just fuck up, they
turned their backs on us. I know you would have done the same thing.
”

Trev looked to the horizon and saw
the last flicker of daylight. Night was swallowing him up from behind and he
wanted to get back to the clubhouse. Fuck, he wanted to see Eden again.

Trev took his gun out and, just
like always, he took a bullet from the magazine. He stepped forward and put it
on the headstone. He crouched down and stared at Griffin
’
s name.

“
It
’
s not what you think,
”
he whispered.
“
I mean, if all that bullshit is
true and you could look down at me. Man, I hope you look down on me and see
what I did
…”

Trev laughed to himself.

He heard someone clear their
throat.

He popped back up and spun around,
gun ready. A tall and lanky man with a shovel and a brown paper bag stood
there. His eyes were old and haggard and he showed his hands.

“
Who
the fuck are you?
”
Trev
asked.

“
I
’
m Pete. I look after this place.
”

“
This
place?
”

“
The
entire cemetery. I take care of the grounds. Walk it at dusk and make sure
nothing funny is going on.
”

Trev saw Pete move his eyes to the
gun, then to Trev.

“
Yeah,
sorry,
”
Trev said. He put
the gun away and nodded. He took out a pack of cigarettes.
“
Want one?
”

“
Eh,
yeah, why not? I
’
m staring
at death all day, why not speed up the process a little?
”

“
Yeah,
right,
”
Trev said. He
pointed to the skull on his leather cut.
“
You
should try riding in my shoes.
”

Pete lit the cigarette, took a
drag, and then pointed it at the headstone.
“
One
of your friends?
”

“
Yeah.
Gunned down last year.
”

“
Wow.
That
’
s wild.
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
You
the one who keeps leaving bullets on the grave?
”

“
You
the one who keeps taking them?
”
Trev asked.

“
I
have to. It
’
s dangerous. We
get kids in here, you know? Visiting. Fucking around.
”

“
Let
me ask you,
”
Trev said,
“
what do you do with the bullets?
”

“
I
keep
‘
em,
”
Pete said. He patted his
pocket.
“
I collect
‘
em up and walk to the grave
everyday to check for another. Stupid, right? But it gives me something to look
forward to.
”

Trev side-stepped and pointed to
the bullet he just put on the gravestone.
“
Well,
there you go, Pete. Another one.
”

“
Hey,
why do you do it?
”

“
Do
what? This life?
”

“
No.
The bullet.
”

“
I
have no good reason,
”
Trev
said.
“
Stupid, right?
”
Trev grinned.

Pete laughed and leaned against the
Ashburne
’
s headstone. He
put the cigarette on the stone and crossed his arms.

“
I
thought you would have more respect,
”
Trev said.

Pete nodded.
“
My name
…
Pete Ashburne. These are my parents.
”

“
Ah,
fuck, man,
”
Trev said.
“
I
’
m
sorry.
”

“
No,
no. It
’
s okay. You didn
’
t know.
”

“
What
the hell makes you want this kind of job?
”
Trev asked.
“
Just curious.
”

“
Freedom,
”
Pete said.
“
Quietness.
”

“
Freedom
…”

“
Look
at this. Nobody is breathing down my neck. All the people here are already
dead. They can
’
t complain.
I just keep things in order, keep it clean, get to be outside all day. Not a
bad job at all.
”

“
When
you put it like that
…”

Pete pointed at Trev
’
s leather cut.
“
What about you? Your job.
”

“
Freedom,
”
Trev said.
“
Not quite as quiet though.
”
He laughed.
“
But it
’
s always about freedom. Live for it. Fight for it.
Die for it.
”

“
Amen
to that.
”

Pete then blessed himself.

“
Let
me ask you,
”
Trev said.
“
Do you believe in the heaven and
hell stuff? You watch souls rise up out of the ground and float away?
”

“
Belief
comes from within here,
”
Pete said as he touched his chest.
“
It
’
s not about sight. That
’
s what makes it even more
powerful. That you have holds such belief inside your heart that your sight
doesn
’
t matter.
”

“
Sounds
like a load of bullshit to me,
”
Trev said.

“
Life
is a load of bullshit. And we all end up in the same place.
”

Trev laughed.

His cell started to beep.

It was a text message from Gaige.

Conference room, ASAP. Death in
the family.

*

Miller poured another shot and slid
it down the table. Trev grabbed it and placed it in front of him. Miller poured
two more shots and made sure everyone had one. When he nodded, they all lifted
their glasses. His face was stone like, hurt and worried. He looked around the
table.

Trev knew the look. As President
your table is all you really have in life. Without a strong, full table, you
weren
’
t going to accomplish
shit. Losing someone was like losing family. It was losing family. They were
all so close, exchanging punches, hugs, tears, drinks, and even pussy.

“
I
got the call about an hour ago,
”
Miller said.
“
We
’
ll share details in a second.
First, we honor a fallen brother. A man who put on the cut, wore the patch,
went out on the road, and did the work for this club. Not this charter, but
this club. We
’
re all close.
We
’
re all family. Ripper
called when he wanted to patch in Giovanni. Said he was a tough as nails
Italian boxer who served as a prospect for two years, made the charter tons of
money by fighting, and took a bullet for Ripper once during a botched gun run.
He earned his cut. He died wearing his cut. Lift your glasses, men. The reaper
got one of our own. The reaper will get all of us someday. But today we
remember Giovanni.
”