Blade

by Hope Stone

  “Take me home instead,” I shouted to be heard over the roar of the motorcycle’s engine.

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Yes, definitely.”

  I gave him directions to my house. It didn’t take long to get there, but by the time we arrived, I was fighting the urge to squirm on the back of the bike. Knowing what was coming made my core ache.

  Blade parked in my driveway and turned off the bike. No words were needed as he followed me up to the front door of the house. I’d barely gotten the key turned in the lock when he was pulling me into his arms.

  We stumbled across the threshold, a tangle of limbs as our tongues wrestled. Blade lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around his waist. His large hands held onto my ass as he blindly walked us into the living room, kicking the front door shut behind him.

  I broke our kiss long enough to direct him to my bedroom while Blade’s lips skimmed down my neck, making a shiver run down my spine when he sucked lightly at the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

  The curtains in my room were open, allowing a faint glow from the streetlight outside to illuminate the space just enough to see. I reached down to the hem of my shirt, ripping it off over my head and tossing it carelessly aside. Then, I reached back and popped open my bra clasp. As soon as it was out of the way, Blade let out a low growl and dropped me onto the bed, coming down on top of me and burying his face in my chest. I thrust my fingers into his short hair, holding him tight to me.

  Blades tongue worked magic on my sensitive buds, making me arch my back and release a breathy moan. Grabbing hold of the back of his shirt, I fisted my fingers in it and pulled it over his head. I could see that his body was covered in tattoos, but it was too dark to make out the details. I’d have to check out the work later.

  I needed more of him. Blade seemed to sense my desperate hunger and released my nipple. It came out of his mouth with a faint popping sound, and the cool air in the room made the wet tip almost painfully hard. He moved back to my mouth, grinding into me. His bare chest was pressed against my own, the smooth warmth of his skin driving me wild.

  My blood was pounding in my ears, and the only thing I could think about was getting the rest of our clothing off. I needed him inside of me like I’d never needed anything before.

  “Blade,” I gasped as his rock-hard erection rubbed at me through our clothing, hitting my sensitive clit. “Please.”

  I couldn’t find the words to ask for what I wanted, but I didn’t have to. Blade was in tune with my body, and it seemed that he was more than willing to give me what I needed.

  Shoving a hand down the front of my jeans, he slipped his fingers past the waistband of my panties. When he reached my entrance, he let out a tortured moan.

  “Fuck, Kitten. You’re soaking for me.”

  His finger slid inside, and I thrust my hips up. Heat rolled through my body, and I bit my lip. God, it felt so good, but it wasn’t enough.

  “You like that, huh?” He asked, slipping another finger inside. I could feel myself clench around his digits and a needy moan left my lips. “You like the way I touch you?”

  “Yes, Blade.” I hardly recognized my own voice, it was so husky. “God, yes.”

  His mouth went back to my nipple as he pumped his fingers in and out faster. I knew what he was doing, working me up like this. He wanted to make me come, but I wasn’t having any of that. I wanted to orgasm with him inside of me.

  In a quick motion, I pushed against his shoulder, sending him onto his back. He let out a surprised grunt as his hand slid out of my pants. I shot him a flirty smile as I stood, unbuttoning my pants.

  “Take off your pants,” I demanded, feeling powerful as I took charge.

  He didn’t comply immediately, as he watched me strip with wide eyes. I’d never seen someone look at me the way that he did—with reverence—and it made an unfamiliar emotion swell within my chest. I didn’t know what to do with that, so I pushed it aside and focused on what my body was feeling.

  I pulled open the drawer of my nightstand and grabbed a condom, and Blade finally took off his pants, kicking them onto the floor and laying flat as I crawled onto the bed beside him. His thick length stood up, and I didn’t hesitate to take it in my hand. Blade was hard and hot and…oh God, so big.

  I stroked him slowly, watching his face as he narrowed his eyes and let his breath out in a slow hiss. His soft skin glided over the stiff core, and I wondered what it tasted like.

  But that would have to wait for another time. I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure I’d been craving for another minute. I slid the condom onto his cock. He was watching my every move with hooded eyes, his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of his body.

  “Ride me, Kitten,” he said, and I positioned myself over him.

  My eyes held his, which looked black in the darkness of the room, as I lowered myself onto his erection. My breath left me in a rush as I was stretched wide and pure pleasure radiated through me.

  “Fuck,” Blade cursed, and the look on his face was an expression of ecstasy.

  Leaning forward, I lifted my hips until only the tip of his cock remained inside. Then, I took his entire length inside again in one swift movement, making both of us moan. I continued with that motion, over and over, until I settled into a rhythm.

  “God, you’re so deep,” I said, cupping my own breasts.

  My belly quivered as Blade rocked his hips under me, urging me to go faster. His hands took hold of my hips, and my breathing turned ragged as he moved me, lifting me up and ramming me down hard.

  I knew he’d like it rough.

  Every nerve ending in my body came to life, and I felt myself climbing higher and higher, closer to a climax. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and the noises spilling from my mouth were unintelligible. It didn’t matter. All that mattered were the sensations spreading throughout my whole body.

  “Kat…I need you to come, baby. Do it for me,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Milk my cock, baby.”

  His dirty words pushed me over the edge. I felt like an explosion went off as an orgasm rocked my body. I could feel myself tightening around Blade’s cock, and he barked out my name as he reached his own climax.

  Time stood still as we both tried to catch our breath. I felt weak, my arms and legs shaky, but I didn’t care. This was everything I wanted it to be, rough and utterly satisfying.

  When I finally shifted and laid on the bed beside him, Blade pulled me close so that my head rested on his shoulder. His fingers ran through my hair, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. I was suddenly exhausted.

  “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” Blade’s voice was soft in the darkness, and I didn’t think I’d ever heard him sound so sincere.

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, trying and failing to suppress a yawn.

  I felt more than heard him chuckle lightly. He moved around for a moment, and I heard him toss the condom in the trash can I kept beside the bed. He pulled my comforter over the two of us while I struggled to stay awake. Then, I felt him kiss my forehead, and that unfamiliar feeling returned. It was a warm wave of affection, one that I’d never felt for a man before. It scared me, but I couldn’t summon the energy to contemplate what it meant. I lost my battle with the Sandman and surrendered to sleep.

  I awoke to the sound of the shower running the next morning. As someone that lived alone, I was confused at first. Then the night before came back to me, and I found myself sitting up in bed with a goofy smile on my face.

  I stretched, mildly enjoying the slight soreness between my legs. It was evidence of the mind-blowing sex I’d enjoyed the night before.

  I got out of bed, pulling on my robe as I went. The idea of joining Blade in the shower was appealing, but I decided against it. I needed to pee, and we weren’t at a point in our relationship that I was comfortable doing so in the same room as him, even if he was enclosed in the shower stall. So, I went down the hall to the bathroo
m attached to the master suite, formerly my mom’s. After relieving myself, I looked in the mirror while washing my hands and cringed. I didn’t usually wear much make-up, but I’d dolled myself up a bit yesterday for the date. Now I looked like a raccoon where the eyeliner and mascara had smeared while I slept.

  Yikes.

  I took my time cleaning off every trace of make-up, splashing cold water on my face and enjoying the refreshing feeling. By the time I was done in there, the shower was off in my bathroom. I headed to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

  When Blade walked into the room with just a towel around his waist, I felt my mouth go dry. I had gotten an idea of how well-built he was last night when we were in bed, but it was different to see his bare chest and abs in the light of day. Sinewy muscle covered his upper body, and the deep grooves of his six-pack were drool-worthy.

  There were also dozens of tattoos. There were black tribal style tattoos banded around each of his biceps, a skull, a motorcycle, and a word written in another language. That was just what I could see on the front of his body.

  My fingers itched with the urge to trace the lines of ink, to explore closer and discover what was hidden under, but I figured that would lead to more sex, and we should probably have breakfast first. Blade came to my side and pressed a chaste kiss against my cheek.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he said. Stepping around me, he went for the coffee, and I was struck by how domestic it all was. When was the last time I’d had a man stay the night?

  I couldn’t even remember.

  But this felt natural in a way that was unnerving. I liked Blade, and he was hotter than a lightning strike in bed, but I didn’t expect to feel this comfortable with him in my space so quickly. It sort of freaked me out.

  “Got any cereal?” he asked, sipping his black coffee.

  At least he didn’t expect me to cook him breakfast. I wasn’t exactly a Susie Homemaker.

  “In the cabinet behind you,” I said, pointing.

  When he turned to open the cabinet, I caught sight of a tattoo on his shoulder that was an unmistakable memorial. There were two hands reaching for a white dove that was just out of reach. Underneath it, the words until we meet again were scrawled as well as the name and date. The date was twelve years ago, probably from when Blade was a teenager. I wanted to ask him who Mark was, but when he turned around, I noticed how relaxed he was. He seemed happy in this moment, and I didn’t want to bring up a subject that was undoubtedly painful.

  I decided to stop being stupid about my feelings for him, though. I liked the guy, and I just wasn’t used to that.

  We sat at my kitchen island together, each with a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in front of us. Not exactly the healthiest breakfast in the world, but it got the job done.

  “Do you live here alone?” he asked, and I knew it was silly to be surprised by the question. The house was really too big for one person, so it made sense that he’d want to know. Still, I didn’t like to talk about it.

  “Yeah. My mom used to live here too, but she…uh, she doesn’t anymore.” I didn’t say she was dead and gone forever, but Blade must have read the expression on my face because he reached out and took my hand in his.

  “How long ago did it happen?”

  I swallowed hard. Damn it. I hadn’t intended to have a heavy conversation over breakfast.

  “A little more than six months ago.”

  “I’m sorry.” He gave my fingers a squeeze, and I allowed myself to have one moment where I accepted the comfort he was providing. Then, I pulled my hand away.

  “I better get in the shower,” I explained, but that wasn’t the whole truth.

  I was afraid to talk too much about it, scared of the reality of the situation becoming unavoidable. I wasn’t having the easiest time accepting it, even though I knew full well that she was gone. It was just easier on my heart to avoid the topic.

  “That’s okay. I have to go change my oil in the bike today and meet up with some friends later.” He stood, rinsing his bowl in the sink. “I’ll get dressed.”

  He walked to my bedroom while I stayed at the kitchen island, but after a moment, I got up and followed him. He’d already put his jeans on and was pulling his shirt over his head when I walked in.

  “I miss her,” I blurted. Blade paused, looking at me in confusion. I clarified, “My mom. I miss her every day. Haven’t even been able to clean out her room yet.”

  Blade closed the distance between us until we were close enough to touch. “You don’t have to talk about it. I get it. Trust me.”

  Leaning forward, I rested my cheek against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  “I really do need to go,” he finally said. “Should I wait until you’re out of the shower to take you to get your car?”

  I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. Jason can take me later. He owes me.”

  “I’ll call you, okay?”

  “You better.”

  As Blade left, I couldn’t help feeling the loneliness of the house once again.

  Maybe I should get a roommate.

  Stepping into the shower, I cranked it over to the hottest temperature I could stand and just stood under it for several minutes, letting the heat loosen up my sore muscles. I had to fill in for Jason at The Pit tonight, so I needed to be at the top of my game.

  When I was done with my shower routine, I stepped out to see that the mirrors had fogged up. To my surprise, there was a message written on the glass for me.

  Have a good day, Kitten.

  I smiled. After that message, I had a feeling that I would.

  Twelve

  Blade

  After leaving Kat’s house, I went home and changed my clothes. The shower I took this morning was refreshing and good for washing away the semen and sweat that lingered on my skin from the night before, but putting on my dirty clothes afterward made my skin crawl.

  It was worth it to have spent the night with Kat. She was wild in bed, taking what she wanted from me in a way that drove me crazy. Afterward, she had fallen asleep quickly, but I lay in the darkness, listening to her heavy breathing and running my fingers through her hair.

  I had slept with a lot of women over the years. I didn’t think of myself as a player, but it was a term that had been hurled at me a time or two from women that took it hard when I didn’t develop feelings for them.

  Things with Kat felt deeper. I wasn’t sure how far our connection could go, but for the first time, I was interested in exploring such a thing. Could she tame me?

  I rode my bike to Ortega Auto for an oil change. It was almost due for one, and I liked to stay on top of that kind of thing. When I arrived at the garage, Trainer was there, working on one of his bikes.

  I pulled into the bay next to him, greeting him with a nod. He was busy mounting a tire, so I didn’t strike up a conversation. We couldn’t really talk over the blaring rap music, anyway. I got to work on my oil change, letting my mind drift to the night before. My cock twitched in my pants at the memory of Kat’s naked body illuminated in the low light of her bedroom.

  I was so lost in my memory that I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me until Trainer turned down the music until I could barely hear it. I stood from where I’d been crouched beside my bike for the last ten minutes.

  “You want a beer?” he asked.

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Trainer walked over to a mini-fridge against the wall and pulled out two bottles. Using the edge of the counter to pop the tops of the bottles, he handed one to me and leaned against the bike he was working on. It was a nice little Harley with a burnt orange paint job.

  “You like it?” He asked, running a hand over the tank. “Still needs a valve adjustment, and I ordered a windshield that should arrive in two weeks.”

  “She’s a beaut,” I said. It was low to the ground, which was good for riders that were shorter.

  “It’s small for me
, but I like it, too. I don’t think I’ll have a problem finding a buyer when she’s ready.”

  “She?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Trainer smiled. “All motorcycles are female.”

  “Good to know,” I smiled.

  The door of the auto shop opened, and a nine-year-old boy came running in, glasses askew. Dominic was Trainer’s stepson, but he treated the boy like he was his own.

  “Dad, you won’t believe what happened today,” Dominic said excitedly as he came to Trainer’s side.

  Trainer’s face softened as he looked at his kid. “Tell me about it.”

  While Dominic talked to Trainer about the new friend he’d made and the school play that he wanted to audition for, I saw two other people enter the garage. Trainer’s wife, Eve, came into the garage carrying a baby girl in her arms.

  She greeted me with a smile before pecking Trainer on the lips. I found myself staring at a perfect little family. My focus was on the way that Eve and Trainer looked at each other. There was so much love there that I could practically see it in the air between them.

  The twinge of jealousy I felt surprised me. I’d never concerned myself with the idea of settling down. I’d always thought that the idea of finding someone to be with forever was unrealistic, but that might have been because I didn’t understand my parent’s relationship. How could two people who were so different spend their lives together? I always suspected that it was because they’d gotten pregnant with my older brother early in the relationship, and marriage had seemed like the best option at the time. But now that I was around happy couples regularly with so many of the Outlaw Souls being in happy relationships, I found that I wanted that happiness.

  No kids, though. Trainer’s children were great, and I genuinely enjoyed being around them and others, but I didn’t want to raise one myself. It just wasn’t something I was interested in. I preferred the idea of sharing my life with one other person, a woman who didn’t want children either.