But Erik wasn’t done yet.
The thrusting continued. Kaity’s body moved. Her breasts bounced. Her hands turned and found comfort gripping the sheets. She dug her heels into the bed and lifted herself for him. He was going so fast and deep. Sweat glistened on Erik’s beautiful body. He looked slippery and sexy, smelling like man and sex. Kaity couldn’t believe what she felt next.
Another climax…
Three in a row seemed impossible, but it was happening. Her pussy tightened as the intense pleasure continued to mount throughout her body. Erik then moved up, his hands holding Kaity’s sides, his thumbs right under her breasts. It gave Kaity perhaps the hottest sight in the world. She watched Erik fuck her. A few more hard thrusts and he came deep inside her. He grunted each time his cock throbbed. Kaity felt every pulse of his release.
The next few minutes were silent as Erik remained inside Kaity. She slowly released her hold on the sheets and had no clue what to expect next. Part of her wanted to hug Erik and the other part of her wanted to get him hard again so they could keep going. She’d never enjoyed sex so much before. Erik was everything opposite of Brad's disgusting, drunk body plopped on top her.
When Erik moved from her body, she cried out again. He stood at the end of the bed and stared at her.
“Tomorrow we will get your car,” he said. “It has to be done by now. If not, I’ll fucking buy you a new one.”
Kaity struggled to sit up in the bed. She gushed everywhere, her toes still curled, the tingling pleasure unable to comprehend what Erik had just said.
“Erik… what are you…”
“I’m taking a shower,” he said. “Alone. When I come out of the bathroom, don’t talk to me. Don’t say a fucking word. You heard what I just said. I’m sorry, but you’re a rat. I let a fucking rat into the clubhouse. That alone could cost me my patch.”
“I’m not a rat,” Kaity said as her voice cracked. She felt so exposed, sitting there naked, thinking she and Erik had just shared something special. “I helped…”
“Let it the fuck go,” Erik said. “Look at me. Look at my face. Look at my life. I’m going to die seeking my own revenge. I’m not going to let you do the same.”
“What do I want revenge on?” Kaity yelled.
“Yourself,” Erik said. “That’s why you took that bullet. You want to die, babe. So go find a way to die.”
Erik disappeared into the bathroom and Kaity sat in disbelief. She didn’t want to believe a word coming from Erik’s mouth, even if it was all truth.
She just thought for a second she had someone to share the pain and doubt with. Someone to care about. Maybe someone to love.
nineteen.
I’m just a fucking biker… my life is Back Down Devil… my blood is for the MC… my soul is for the open road… my death waits alongside me, a passenger waiting to take over…
The water hit Erik’s body and no matter how much he turned up the hot water, it still felt cold. This connection with Kaity was too much. And now she confessed she had been a rat for some detective who used her and ordered her around and then fucked her whenever he wanted to.
Erik made a fist and slammed it off the tile. He wanted to kill everything and everyone, including himself. This shit couldn’t happen anymore. Instead of thrusting into Kaity he should have been out there looking for the person who tried to kill him. Instead of hiding in a bedroom, sharing feelings and emotions, he should have been on his motorcycle, roaring like dark thunder, seeking out those who tried - and failed - to kill him.
In the shower, Erik looked down at his own body. He thought of all the places Kaity’s hands had touched him. Invisible marks all over his body. His cock throbbed for a moment and Erik gripped himself. He wanted to go back to bed and have her again. There wasn’t enough of Kaity to have. That scared him. He never used and reused a woman before. The relievers knew their place and job. But Kaity wasn’t a reliever. She was just something else. Something special.
She’s a fucking rat, bro. A… rat…
Erik shut his eyes tight and forced all the thoughts away. He turned the water off. He dried, dressed, and stood in the dark bedroom. He looked at Kaity's shadowy figure. She was on her right side, but he knew she wasn’t sleeping. Yet he got into the bed next to her and put his hands behind his head. He stared at the dark ceiling and questioned why he hadn’t been killed that day the bomb went off. All of this shit right now would have been irrelevant.
The next morning Erik woke and threw himself from the bed. He stumbled to a dresser and caught himself. He ran his hands over his face and looked back. Of course Kaity was in the bed. She looked at him and her eyes were sad.