by T. L Smith
“She was just leaving.”
I step forward to reach for his arm that’s touching the gun, pulling it. “You’re coming with me, too,” I say, then look up to the guys on bikes who aren’t off them yet, but the way they’re looking at Blaze says they will be any second. “And I suggest you all go home.” I point to a camera near the door. “That goes directly to my security inside, and one wave of my hand they call the police. So, boys… tell me. Should I wave?” I hold my hand up but don’t wave it.
“We were just passing through. No need to call them,” one says, putting on his helmet and revving his engine next to us.
The other, who has done most of the talking, looks at me. “Wave your hand,” he dares me, trying to call my bluff.
My phone rings and I reach for it, smiling as I look at him and answer it, “Yes, no problem. They were just going. But if they don’t, go ahead and call them,” I say into the phone, having no idea who’s on the other end.
“Kat,” I freeze at that voice.
Fuck! Why does he keep calling?
I hang up quickly as they all start to leave. The last one smiles at me, sliding on his own helmet before he also pulls out, kicking up dirt as he peels away.
I walk around to my side of the car and slide in, looking back down at my phone.
Fuck! I have to stop answering him.
The door to my passenger side swings open, and in hops Blaze, eyes fiery as he turns to face me. “You are a fucking fool,” he says, his hand going up to my dash, his fists squeezed tightly.
“Get out of my car.”
“Do you have a death wish? I fucking knew they would be back tonight, and here you are acting as if it’s nothing.”
My phone rings again, and we both look down to it to see the private number flashing.
I silence it and look back up to him. “Look, I saved your ass. Now get out of my car so I can go home.”
The phone starts vibrating again, and he looks down as he speaks, “Who was it who called you before?”
“No one,” I say, just as he reaches for my phone and answers it. A quick, “Yes,” is all he gives the caller on the other end. “Who the fuck is this?” he asks.
I reach for it, but he pulls back, making me get up on my knees on my car seat to pull my phone away from him. I manage to get it, my body leaning toward his, and he lifts a hand and grips onto my waist then looks to me. “Some man wasn’t happy for me to answer.”
“Good! Now get out, so I can go home to my daughter.”
That seems to unfreeze him, and he drops my waist and shakes his head. “Send me your work schedule. Every night, someone will be here to walk you out, so that never happens again.”
“I have Fred,” I say as Blaze slides out of my car.
“Fred isn’t equipped to deal with this shit.”
“Deal with what? Your boy stupidity,” I say, shaking my head while starting my car.
He leans down so his head is in my passenger doorway. “Those boys…” he says the words in a venom laced tone, “… will eat you for breakfast.”
“And what will you do?” I ask him.
“I will eat you for dessert,” he says, then turns and walks away.
I watch him go, and as he gets to his bike, he turns, waiting for me to leave.
Pulling out, I take a deep breath as he follows me until I near my home, at which point he pulls away.
Once in my driveway, I lay my head on my steering wheel and wonder what the fuck I’m getting myself into here.
This can’t be good.
I have to do what’s best for my daughter. She is what matters. Nothing else.
Taking a deep breath, I get out of the car and pick her up, and then climb into my bed listening to Annabelle’s soft snores.
Chapter Twelve
Blaze
Do I go to them and put a bullet through their compound and possibly start a war? We don’t want to wait until they make the first move. We need to kill every last one of them. Decisions, decisions.
“You’re meant to stay clear of that place,” Snow says as we walk out of church, where we hold our club meetings. Tonight’s our clubhouse party, and the girls come to keep the guys company. It basically turns into a whorehouse.
Rubbing a hand through my hair, I say, “And if I didn’t, she would have been in trouble.”
Snow snickers at my words. “She would have been fine. But now she’s been seen with you, it’s going to be different,” he states, then walks off.
He’s right.
But I don’t tell him that.
Stepping out into the clubroom, the guys are already drinking, and a multitude of women are all hanging around or sitting on their laps. Walking to the fire, I sit as one girl walks over, her hand resting on my shoulder. “Hey, sweet thing.”
I look up at her—I think I’ve fucked her before. She wasn’t memorable, though, no one ever is. Scrubbing my face, I brush her hand off and reach for a cold beer.
The doors open and Marcus walks in. He’s the only non-member who’s allowed to come and go as he pleases. That’s mainly because his name is on the deed to this fucking place. He doesn’t want it, though. It was our family home, and I’ve turned it into something completely different.
Now, it’s my home.
Marcus walks straight to where I am, reaches for the beer in my hand, and sits next to me. My brothers never speak ill of him or question why he comes here. They’re all a little afraid of him, if I’m being honest, because he’s one scary motherfucker most of the time. If he wasn’t my brother, he’d be my protector. But I know who he is, and just because he’s broody and silent doesn’t mean he doesn’t care.
“No ball and chain tonight?” I ask as a prospect steps over, handing me a fresh beer.
“You can’t hate Rochelle that much, considering you want her sister,” he snaps back at me.
I give him a smirk, and he pays me no attention as he drinks his beer.
“I don’t want Rochelle’s sister,” I reply to him.
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”
“Where’s your girl?” Snow asks as he walks over. Why he likes Rochelle, I will never know.
“At home.” Marcus looks to me. “With Kat.”
“Invite them,” Snow says, looking back to me.
I shrug in answer.
Marcus watches me intently until Snow walks away. “You need to get over your hate for Rochelle, she will be my wife soon.”
“Your wife?” I slow clap. “Have you fucking lost your mind? Next, you’ll tell me she’s pregnant.” His eyes don’t leave mine, not for one second. “Oh fuck! Is she pregnant?”
I shake my head because Marcus doesn’t like kids and has never wanted them. Some of the things my mother and her boyfriends did to him were unforgivable. Most of the damn shit that went down was meant to be for me, but of course, Marcus covered my ass. Though, what he doesn’t know, is that he couldn’t be around all the time, and when he wasn’t there, she was. I hate our mother with everything in me. And I’m glad she’s dead. Couldn’t be happier if I’m being honest with myself. Marcus still loved her, even when he should have hated her.
“No, she’s not,” he says. He picks up his phone and talks for a few minutes, then states, “She’s coming, and you better be nice to her.”
I scoff. “When aren’t I nice?” I smirk, lifting my beer to cheers with him and taking a sip.
“You’re a fucking asshole to her. Lucky for me, she doesn’t care what you think.” Marcus raises an eyebrow. “Now, fill me the fuck in… what’s up with the Wretched MC? They going to be an issue?”
“Yes! What’s up with them? You doing work for them?” I ask.
“Not lately, but I have in the past.”
Goddamn! I groan. Of course he has.
They all know Marcus, even though he doesn’t speak or associate with them.
“No more. That MC is causing issues, and you shouldn’t be involved with them.”
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“That’s beside the point. I didn’t ask if you could take care of yourself. You’re my brother, so stay clear of them.”
“Oh, forgot to tell you, Kat’s with Rochelle, too,” Marcus declares.
A short time later, we both look over at the large door as it opens, and both of the strawberry blonde girls walk in. Rochelle steps in first, looks around, and spots Marcus. There’s a twinkle in her eyes when she spots him, and she heads straight for him. Kat, who’s behind her, stops and starts, saying hello to everyone on her way in. Snow picks her up and gives her a bear hug before placing her back down on the floor. Those blue eyes search everywhere until they land on me. She’s dressed in sky-high heels and a short pink skirt with a crop top. Why the fuck she’s wearing that I will never know.
“Fuckhead,” she greets me. Then she sits on the seat next to me, taking the beer from my hand putting it to her lips and drinking it all in one long draw before handing me back an empty bottle.
“Thought I’d gotten rid of you,” I say while clicking my fingers for another beer. The prospect rushes over and places one in my hand.
“You like being treated like a king,” she says, looking over my shoulder, then back to me. “And I am not something you can get rid of like trash, asshole.”
I turn to look to Marcus and see Rochelle’s on his lap, his head is on her shoulder, kissing her neck.
“Sickening, right?” A voice that sends shivers over my body hovers close.
When I turn to Kat, she’s walking away, her ass swinging with each step as she walks to our bar area and sits next to the girls. She talks to them, offering smiles, and treating them well, not like they are dirt beneath her feet.
Standing, I stay behind her. Her back is to me as I lean against the wall watching her. Some of my brothers hover around her as she starts pouring shots from a bottle. They all smile and laugh at something she does or says.
“Blaze, won’t you join us?” one of the girls asks.
It’s the one I slept with.
Fuck! What was her name?
Kat whips her head around and smiles at me. “Yes, won’t you join us?” She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth, watching me watch her. Pushing away from the wall, I walk until I’m standing behind her. Her smell assaults me, and it takes everything in me to not grab hold and throw her over my shoulder, take her to my room, lift that skirt, and slide straight into her. It would be so fucking fantastic to have her.
Kat’s phone starts ringing as she pours another shot, and she looks at it, ignoring the call before she turns, offering me the shot in her hand. “Remember the last time I was here?”
I do. I kicked her out and rejected her. She was blind rotten drunk, and it took everything in me to do it. I knew then I wanted her, but I couldn’t have her. I was fucked-up from the death of Tanika, and the last thing I needed was another chick fucking with my head. So I let her stay, let her drink, and when she sat on my lap and tried to kiss me, I told her to leave.
I knew making that decision would come back and bite me in the ass, and here she is again, not exactly biting, but it’s bound to come.
Because I want her.
Fuck, do I want her.
But she has a kid.
And I have demons.
We couldn’t work.
Not ever.
So I stay away and refuse her advances. Even though Kat hasn’t made a move on me in a long time.
“I kicked you out.”
“Memories,” she says, lifting her shot and downing it. She stares over my shoulder to where her sister’s still sitting on the lap of Marcus.
“They won’t move for a long time,” I say. I know for sure they will stay where they are all night, locked in each other’s embrace, and shut out from the world around them.
“You won’t care if I hook up with him?” she asks, leaning closer to me, her face inches from mine as she points to one of my guys. Marley, our Enforcer. “He’s cute, and he’s been staring at me since I got here.” Her breath assaults my neck as I turn to look at him, and sure enough, Marley’s staring directly at her. “Maybe I should go talk to him.” She stands, pushes past me, and walks over to where Marley’s sitting. I watch as he sits up straight, and before she reaches him, I’m off, my hand reaches out and wraps around her waist, and I’m picking her up. She laughs, like she knew exactly what I was going to do, as I start carrying her out the back where my room is located. The door is open, so I put her inside and close the door.
“Stay here!” Looking at Kat, her hand goes straight to her hip, and she pops it out.
“I don’t want to. I want to get laid.”
I shake my head and sigh. Who the fuck is this woman? She has no damn filter.
“Stay. Here.”
“No,” she replies. Her hand still defiantly on her hip. She takes a step forward, and before she can get out of the door, I lock it. I can hear her banging on the door and swearing, and I wonder what the fuck I’m doing.
Chapter Thirteen
Kat
I hate him.
What the hell is he doing?
And why the hell am I being locked in this fucking room?
My fists bang hard on the door, followed by as many expletives as I can muster, but no one answers. They won’t, of course, because they all do what their president says.
Except me.
Fuck him.
Stepping away from the door, I flick on the light. The room comes into view, and a bed that’s messed up sits in front of me. It’s nothing special, no headboard, just an ensemble with a sheet thrown on top of it with a few pillows.
Walking over to the dresser, I pull the top drawer open, and instantly know whose room it is. Pulling his clothes out, I do the same to every drawer, trying to find something I can use against him, and just plain payback for locking me in this goddamn room. I find a locket and it looks familiar, like I’ve seen it before, so I clutch it in my hand as I think of ways to annoy the fuck out of him. I could lay down and sleep the night away, but fuck him, I didn’t come here to be treated like a child. I came because my sister can’t stand to be away from her man.
Tapping my skirt with the locket in hand, I check for my phone, but it’s gone. How the fuck did that happen? Blaze must have slid it out of my back pocket without me knowing.
Screaming at the door, I bang on it again, and just as I’m ready to give up, the door swings open. I’m pushed in farther, to stop me from escaping, as Blaze stands in front of me, his eyes flicking to what’s in my hand.
“Asshole,” I scream at him, getting right in his face. “Who the fuck are you to lock me in your room?”
Blaze’s heated dark eyes don’t leave mine. He almost looks—is that anger? But what the fuck does he have to be angry about?
“What? Nothing to say, asshole?” My nose basically touches his as I yell in his face.
Blaze’s eyes close, and when they open, they’re almost black. I go to step back, but he’s faster than me and reaches for my waist, pulling me in so we’re flush. Then his lips touch mine, not softly and not rough either. The pressure of his lips makes me gasp and open my mouth, giving him access. Blaze’s hands circle my waist, and I can feel him all over my body. His hardness presses into me, making me want him even more.
Blaze reaches for the locket, taking it from my hand without my protest, and then he goes back to my hips. A moan slips from my mouth, and soon he has me lifted, my skirt riding up and my ass bare thanks to my G-string. He feels it straight away with his hands on my ass cheeks, and he groans at the touch. I feel him walk me backward, and soon my back hits the bed with him never disconnecting from me.
My hands reach for his shirt, sliding under and touching his skin. He pulls away as I try to pull it off him, disconnecting our kiss. Before I can say another word or tell him to stop, he comes straight back down to me.
“I hate you,” I whisper in between kisses. “Loathe you,” I reiterate while biting at
his lips.
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.” Blaze smirks then reaches for my skirt, pulling it up on my hips. One hand goes straight between my legs, and he pulls my G-string to the side, sliding a finger in. I push up against him. My hands grip on to his back hard as he starts to pump his fingers, all the while laying kisses on my lips. They are sloppy, everywhere, and perfect all at the same time.
The rush of everything and that this is finally happening is overwhelming my senses—I have Blaze Stone with his fingers between my legs as he devours my lips.
I loathe him.
And his sexy, masculine, too-good-looking body.
Loathe him.
Blaze’s thumb grazes my clit, and a small yelp leaves my lips at his touch. I’m already turned on, and adding pressure to all the right places is making me even higher. Touching the waistband of his jeans, I pull at them, so my hands can skim the top of his ass, then I pull them down.
“Patience,” he says, pulling away.
Just when I think he’s going to stop, Blaze moves down my body, and I watch him with interest as he looks at me and moves closer and closer to my pussy. Hotness touches me as he darts his tongue out to taste me. He smirks, and I smile back at him.
“You better be good,” I say, sitting up farther. “Or you will ruin all my fantasies,” I say as he tastes me again.
Blaze shakes his head, and I have to remember to look away, to not watch this man, who is everything I shouldn’t want to devour me.
My head drops back as he inserts another finger, his tongue making circles on my clit, and I have to remember to breathe.
Breathe, Kat, breathe.
His fingers move faster. My hands reach for his head, and soon we’re in sync, perfect fucking sync, as he tastes and devours me while fucking me with his fingers.
My hands slip from his hair and reach for my own. One hand’s massaging my breast, the other pulling at my own hair as the orgasm hits me hard. I ride it because it’s been so long since someone has made me come with their mouth alone.