Burner's Absolution (Devil's Riot MC Book 8)

by E. C. Land

  Deepening the kiss, I use one hand to grip her hair tighter, while the other one trails along her body with just the tips of my fingers. The slight shiver she gets is all the answer I need to know she’s enjoying my touch.

  Wanting more of her, I draw back from the kiss, to which Ally groans in protest. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be kissing you more, but there’s something else I want right now,” I whisper as our lips touch with each word. Quickly, I strip her of her clothes, ready to show her how much she means to me as I help my woman begin to heal.

  Trailing kisses as I go, I make sure to give her nipples ample attention. Removing my hand from Ally’s hair, I cup one of her tits, massaging it with my other hand as I run my fingers through the moisture gathering between her legs. Fuck, she’s soaked already. I could easily sink my dick inside her.

  My dick jumps at the thought of being deep inside this woman. Down boy, this is about pleasuring Ally, not getting off.

  Taking my time, I rotate between each of her tits, sucking them into my mouth, making sure to nip at the hard buds of her nipples. The way her back arches and the moans slipping from her lips compel me to give her more. Which is exactly what I do as I move her to her back and kiss my way down her stomach, settling between her legs.

  “Time to fly, Firefly,” I murmur, keeping my eyes locked on her face as I swipe my tongue along her pussy, lapping up her juices. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. Groaning, I latch on to her, sucking her sweetness in as if it were my lifeline. Her moans turn to screams of pleasure the more I fuck her with my tongue. Moving to her clit, I clamp my teeth around the small bud at the same time, sinking two of my fingers inside her.

  “Oh . . . God . . . Burner . . .” my growls stop her from saying anything else as I lift my head.

  “Baby, I’m not God nor do you call me Burner when I’ve got my mouth on your pussy,” I say.

  “Umm . . . what do I call you then?” she stammers.

  “You scream my name, Firefly. Scream out ‘William’ when you come on my face.” With that, I dive back to what I was doing, only this time not as gentle. No, I want to feel her come around my fingers and on my tongue. I want the taste I could so easily become addicted to.

  “William!” she screams minutes later as I bring her to orgasm.

  Fuck, I could come right now from the way she’s clenching my fingers as her juices seep from her body.

  Lapping them up, I continue to drive her into another orgasm, wanting to keep her pleasure going rather than let it end with one measly orgasm. No, the point of this is to help her find pleasure rather than pain. To help her forget the past and know I’m here for her.

  With each thrust of my finger, Ally’s screams become louder as she grows closer to the edge. Ready to feel her clench her hot little pussy around my fingers, I lift up on my knee to reach her tits. Sucking one into my mouth, I nip at the taunt bud as I pinch the other one, sending her body into overdrive.

  “Come for me, baby,” I order.

  Throwing her head back, Ally screams out my name once more as she does what I demand. Clamping down on my fingers, my beautiful Firefly soars over the edge. Latching onto her tit, I prolong her orgasm by flicking her nipple while stroking my fingers slowly within her pussy.

  By the time the last of her tremors stop, Ally’s panting for breath. Damn, she’s a beautiful sight like this. I can’t wait to do it again. For that matter, I intend to lavish her body more every day if she allows me to.

  I know what my brothers all mean when it comes to their women. Ally’s my absolution in this world of hell we ride through and fuck if I don’t intend to hold on to her for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ally

  Earth-shattering, mind-blowing, holy walking orgasm, that was truly the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

  Since the first time I had sex, I’ve never had an orgasm, not once by any of the men who have fucked me. And now to have Burner give me not one but two with only his mouth and fingers . . . words don’t even begin to describe the feelings he draws out of me.

  I should be embarrassed by the breakdown I had before the mind-boggling orgasms Burner gave me, but I’m not. Instead, I find myself reaching down to wrap my hands around his girth. The man is a hell of a lot wider than I thought when I felt him earlier.

  Holy shit, he’d never fit inside me. Not without hurting me, that is.

  With my hand wrapped around him as much as I could, I begin to move up only to have Burner stop me. Groaning, he pulls my hand from around his cock.

  “Firefly, not that I don’t love having your hand on me, but this wasn’t about me. This was me giving you pleasure,” he states as he leans in to kiss me.

  About me? He would really suffer not getting off while I’ve come twice? It doesn’t seem fair.

  “But what if I wanted to?” I ask quietly.

  Shaking his head, he presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Not today, baby. I promise you, you’ll get your chance to play with my cock. Right now, though, we need to get up, showered, then head to the clubhouse. I’ve got church and you, sweetheart, are coming with me,” he murmurs as he pulls away from me.

  When Burner gets to his feet, he reaches for my hand and all but drags me out of bed.

  Sighing heavily, I let Burner guide me into the bathroom where he proceeds to lavish my body with more attention while still not allowing me to touch him the way I want to.

  By the time we move to get out of the shower, the water is cold against my skin. I might have a really nice bathroom, but the water heater needs to be replaced.

  “Come on, let’s get dried off,” he says, opening the shower door. Burner reaches his hand out enough to grab our towels. After wrapping me in mine, Burner does the same.

  Seeing this man who is rude and crude toward anyone else being gentle and sweet toward me breaks down yet another part of my defense. Being emotionally vulnerable is definitely new territory for me, considering they’ve been my only protection in keeping myself sane all these years.

  Neither of us says anything as we get dressed. Seeing Burner put his clothes back on from yesterday, I almost let out a joke I’d heard once on my favorite show about doing the ‘walk of shame’ as he goes home in the same clothes. Too bad his clothing options are limited to pretty much the same things, so if you didn’t know, you’d think he was wearing clean ones.

  Inwardly shaking my head at my ludicrous thoughts, I quickly slip on a pair of my ripped jeans I’ve found to be my favorite because they represent the imperfections I carry inside me. Opening my dresser, I nab one of my tank tops to put underneath my hoodie, another thing I’ve come to love as I have enough to wear a different one each day of the week. Today’s hoodie, however, is my Harley Davidson one that Burner bought me.

  Slipping my flip flops on, I throw my hair up in a messy bun. I know Emerson put a lot of effort into my hair and I love it, I do, but today is meant for ‘don’t care hair,’ as she calls it. Needing coffee in my system, I head toward my bedroom door intending to go make coffee before heading out. Although I’ve gone my entire life without the stuff, I’m addicted to the dark substance.

  As I make it to the door, Burner stops me by wrapping his arms around my waist. “Firefly, love what you're wearing except for one thing. Gotta change the shoes. Can’t have you wearing those flimsy things, not on the bike,” he says, pulling me into his chest.

  “But I like my flip flops,” I mutter, glancing down at said shoes. I’ve always hated shoes, even as a kid, preferring to run barefooted rather than sink into the finest pair of boots.

  “Babe, you know the rule for riding the bike,” Burner states. “How about you put them in your bag, and you can put them on when we get to the clubhouse. For now, wear your boots.” The suggestion sounds reasonable, but I still hate it.

  “What if I drive myself, then I don’t have to change them?” I ask.

  “No, you’re on the bike with me. Now, change the fuckin’ shoes,
Firefly, or I’ll throw the damn things out. It’s not like I don’t know you have a couple pairs stashed at the shop from when you were riding with me to work every day. And if you don’t do as you're supposed to, know I’ll be sure to throw those out as well and ban them from being worn. You know, like the no shirt, no shoe policy,” he says, releasing me. Burner steps back from me but not before copping a feel of my ass.

  Looking over my shoulder, I narrow my eyes on him, “Throw my flip flops out, I’ll quit.” With that, I slip my shoes off, bending over to make sure he gets a damn good view of my ass as I pick them up.

  “Quit, and I’ll tan your ass a nice shade of pink to match them nipples of yours. You know what would look hot?” Burner growls, his arms coming around me again, this time cupping my breast in his hands as he tweaks both nipples through the hoodie.

  “No,” I say, shaking my head slightly, enjoying what he’s doing to me.

  “These pierced with hoops that I can give slight tugs on when playing with the taunt pink buds. I bet you’d get even wetter than the way I found you earlier. Think about the sensations you’d experience for a simple little piece of metal running through either side of these beauties,” he murmurs gruffly.

  As he talks about me having my nipples pierced, I close my eyes. It’s something I’d honestly thought about. I’d heard some of the women who’d come into the shop talking about piercing and all the things they’d said about nipple piercing. It intrigued me. However, I didn’t want just anyone to pierce my body. In fact, it wasn’t the only piercing I’d thought about, but the other one seems a little extreme for me.

  Maybe if I get my nipples done, I’ll eventually grow the courage to get my clit pierced. That is if Burner’s willing to do it.

  Breathing heavily, I lean into Burner as I try to regain control of my body. Desire flows through me, and if we don’t leave this room now, I may just say fuck the world I want to stay in my own little bubble that I’m in right now.

  I feel safe with Burner, yet I fear stepping back out there with the unknown.

  “Come on, baby, put your boots on. We gotta get going. We’re already gonna be late as it is. If you can hold off on coffee, I’ll get Mac to swing into the coffee shop by Devil’s Ink and grab you one of those things you like so much,” Burner murmurs as he releases my nipples, causing me to whimper in need. “Promise I’ll give you more of those earth-shattering, mind-blowing, holy walking orgasms later when we have even more time,” he chuckles.

  Swinging around to look at him, I gape— did I say really say that out loud earlier after what we finished doing?

  Burner burst out laughing as he shakes his head at me. “Yeah, Firefly, you did,” he says, chuckling.

  Well, fuck me sideways. I inwardly chastise myself as I move to my closet.

  “That’s a good idea, babe. I’ll have to remember you suggested it,” he laughs.

  Fuck me. Nope, zip it, brain, you can’t seem to control thoughts and words right now.

  His laughter can be heard throughout the house as I hear him moving around while I put on my stupid boots.

  Damnit, I really do hate shoes.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Burner

  After the morning Ally and I had, I thought everything would be on the up and up. I’d even had Mac leave ahead of us to go by Avery’s Café for the coffee drink I’d noticed my woman loved so much.

  Only the happiness didn’t last. Nope, by the time we got to the clubhouse, my gut was churning from the tightness. Something’s not right. The feeling grew the closer I got to the clubhouse. I’d been reluctant to leave Ally alone in the main room of the clubhouse. However, I figured I was right down the hall from her, so if she needed something, she might as well do what all the other women have done in the past— barge right into church.

  I mean, seriously, I think the only one who hadn’t was Kenny, but I wouldn’t put it past her to do it. She has no shame when it comes to doing what she wants. Same with all the women who belong to my brothers. It takes a strong as fuck woman to deal with one of us and the way we live.

  It’s what makes Ally perfect for me. She’s the strongest person I know.

  “From what we’ve read so far in these journals, I want nothing more than to bring those fuckers we killed already back and make their deaths slower than even Booker’s had been,” Hades growls, banging his fist on the table next to me, drawing me out of my thoughts.

  My gut still tells me something’s not right, but we had shit to discuss— Ally being the main reason we’re here this morning.

  “I agree,” Twister says, nodding his head. “After the couple pages I’d scanned through yesterday, I was ready to bring the fuckers back from the dead.”

  “I know they belong to Ally, and it should be her decision, but I don’t give a fuck, I’m burning those journals. No one needs to know what she went through or hold it against her.” Clenching my fists, I face each of my brothers before turning to hold Hades’ gaze. “You were right. Ally broke down this morning all because I used her full name to grab her attention,” I mutter.

  “Fuck, how bad was it?” he asks.

  “Bad enough, my chest is sore from her slamming her fists into it. For a small woman, Ally can sure pack a punch with those tiny hands,” I grumble, speaking the truth. She repeatedly hit my chest in the midst of her meltdown, and I’d allowed her to as long as it helped get some of the pent-up emotions out of her.

  “Fuck, I know she’s got a fist on her. I remember one time right before she was kidnapped, she and I got into it and the spitfire almost broke my nose punching me in the face.” The grimace that crosses Hades’ face would have been comical any other time.

  “What do we know about this Casimir fucker?” Thorn asks, his question directed toward Gadget.

  Gadget doesn’t glance up from his computer, nor does he speak while his fingers fly across the keys. A moment later, the large screen hanging on the wall turns on, and there’s an image of a man holding Ally to him. Her features seem so young yet older at the same time, and her eyes are filled with fear.

  “There’s not much on the man. He’s done a damn good job of hiding himself from the world. Rather than using his name on accounts or anything legal, Casimir used Ally’s name. On paper, it seems Ally is one wealthy woman. All accounts are offshore. I’m actually in the process of draining them, sending them to another account we’ve been given access to by Dean.”

  Thank fuck for the Irish man. For all he’s worth, the man should be dead for what happened to him when we’d all been in Ireland. Still, even I don’t know the whole story, only that he’d married the woman he was supposed to, and within hours, he’d been stabbed. If not for his bride, he’d have died.

  “With the asshole’s accounts empty, he’ll begin to scramble for scraps. All the houses were placed in Ally’s name as well. I’ve also already made a call to Madison Reid, asking her to handle all of Ally’s assets. I figured she wouldn't want any part of this mess. The way it’s all set up is if at any time the government came down on them, Ally would be the one they’d take. She truly did get the short end of the stick,” Gadget says, grimacing.

  “How the fuck did we not find any of this out before now? I mean, I’ve searched for my sister for years,” Hades growls.

  “That’s because of the way they arranged her name. We were looking for Allison Marie Bryce, not Allyson Maria Bryce Kingston. Not only did Casimir adjust her name some, but he’d added his last name to hers, claiming in-depth that she was under his guardianship. Since she was underage, Casimir signed for her until she was eighteen, at which time she began signing every document,” Gadget says, bringing up another image of the man of the hour.

  Shaking my head, I focus on Casimir’s features, memorizing them for later. With a face to the name, I begin to form a plan in my head. Glancing toward Rage, I hold his gaze as the two of us nod in agreement. Casimir will meet his end.

  Breaking our gaze, I give each of my brothers a grin.
I know they would all be leery if they’d been anyone else rather than who they are.

  My brothers. The men who I know without a doubt will always have my back. It’s why we do this ride in life together.

  “What are you planning in that head of yours, brother?” Twister demands.

  “I think it’s time to go hunting.”

  “Are we talking hunting as Orion or Artemis?” Rage asks, narrowing his eyes.

  “I say Artemis. The woman was ruthless when it came to the hunt. Besides, you know Orion was only a smooth talker. It’s why Gaia sent a giant scorpion to kill him,” Hades states.

  “You all and your fucking mythology,” I grumble. I hate the riddles they’d talk in. “It doesn’t matter to me if it’s Orion or Artemis. Besides, it was because of Apollo’s jealousy of his relationship with his twin that caused him to be killed by Artemis’ spear.”

  Silence fills the room as each of my brothers stare at me with wide eyes. “What?” I ask.

  “You been holding out on me, fucker,” Hades mutters.

  “So what? I did a project in high school about the Greek gods,” I say, shrugging. Truth be told, I found the Greek mythology interesting, just not as much as the Norse. Now, their shit is what I’m talking about. Who doesn’t love a strong as fuck woman who goes after what she wants the way Skadi did?

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. So, tell me, who would you have found better, Zeus or Hades?” Hades chuckles as he asks.

  “How about I answer that shit when I have shit straight with your sister?” I state.

  Right as we start going over plans to draw Casimir to us, the doors are thrown open. What the fuck? Standing there panicking with the side of her head covered in blood is none other than Kenny with her arms wrapped around her stomach. Well, fuck, there goes what I said earlier about her barging in, but right now, I don’t care.