Heathen: Oath Keepers MC

by Sapphire Knight

  With a sleepy sigh, I relax as he pulls the fluffy comforter around us, and the soft hum of the air conditioner kicks on. The room grows chilly, but I’m warm from the blanket and Blaze’s body heat. Wrapped up in his manly scent, I drift off to sleep.

  ***

  Waking up, I notice multiple things at once. The warm breaths from Blaze’s mouth that keep fluttering over the back of my neck. His face is on my pillow, tucked in close. His lips graze my skin occasionally, and the motion elicits goosebumps to cover me. His big, heavy arm is tucked around my middle, spooning me from behind. The heat coming off him is intense, but it’s also kept me toasty all night.

  The main thing that has me breathing shallowly is the blunt tip of his length. It’s pressing into the apex of my thighs from behind. It’s so close to my entrance, I could wiggle down a touch and slide right onto him. I wonder how he’d react if I did just that? The thought of it has wetness pooling below and my thighs clamping tighter, seeking some sort of relief. The movement has my muscles squeezing his tip, and my mouth parts to softly pant at the sensation.

  Blaze groans behind me, and I stiffen up. Waiting a few beats, he doesn’t say anything, he just goes back to breathing evenly. I flex my legs again, now curious if he’ll make another noise from me squeezing him.

  He responds with a soft moan, his lips caressing the back of my neck. In response, his hips thrust, pushing his head against my opening and my pussy contracts. Sex would be extreme with him; I know it. His length isn’t super long, but he’s girthy, and it’d leave a lasting impression behind. This is bad—so bad. I can’t believe I’m even contemplating sex with him. After yesterday with that woman, things are different. At least with my body, it’s like she’s woken something up that was dormant. How can I even find this guy attractive in the least?

  He is, though…he’s ridiculously sexy. His hand flattens and runs over my abdomen. His fingertips stop below, his middle finger directly over my clit. He’s not actually touching me down there, just hovering above. It’s frustrating, I want him to put a bit of pressure. My thighs squeeze again, tugging at his length.

  “Mm,” he grumbles in his sleep and thrusts upward again. The motion has my pelvis tilting forward, and his finger grazes my clit.

  My eyes clamp tight, my teeth nearly gritting with the divine sensation. That’s it, though. He takes it no further, and I’m left exhaling in frustration. Have I really stooped this low? I’m essentially getting him to hump me so I can feel his fingers on me. Why is this happening to me? I’m supposed to hate him, not crave his touch! This wouldn’t be so bad if I could reach down and take care of myself, but in this position, his stupid rope doesn’t give me enough slack. It’s all driving me a bit crazy.

  With the next squeeze and Blaze’s returning thrust, I shift my front toward the bed. His hand moves with my turn, and I shamelessly grind my clit against his fingers. Good thing he sleeps deeply or this could turn embarrassing very quickly. His breathing speeds up a little, but it’s still the deep, sleepy inhales and exhales. His body remains still, so I move my hips some more, testing the limits. I feel like some sex-starved woman next to a very naked, ridiculously good-looking, virile male.

  My mind runs wild, and I imagine him waking up and pinning me down, then thrusting into me from behind. It’d be a tight fit, but it’d be everything I needed at this moment. With the delicious image in place, I continue to swivel my hips. His fingers in the perfect position to rub my clit, back and forth. I clamp my teeth together to keep me from moaning. The sensations are even more intense than yesterday in the shower. I have a ruthless biker’s hand on my pussy, touching me, making me wet. I release a whimper as my orgasm takes over, making everything else around me disappear. I ride his hand, working through my orgasm until I’m panting, and reality comes crashing back in.

  I can’t believe I just did that. Holding my breath, my body stills as I try to hear the man behind me. Is he awake? Did I jostle him too much and make a fool of myself at his mercy? He doesn’t say anything, but I can no longer hear his steady breaths. They’re ragged, and his cock stands to attention, even stiffer than before. I don’t know how that’s even possible, but the thing is like steel poking at the skin under my entrance.

  He exhales heavily and scoops me to him tighter. His lips press more firmly against my neck. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it was a kiss. That can’t be right, though; he wouldn’t be sweet on me like that. He doesn’t strike me as a guy who’d be all lovey-dovey, but quick and hard. He’s a man’s man, and I can’t forget that.

  I must’ve dozed off because the next time I wake up, it’s to the sound of the shower going, and the heater beside me is no longer there. The room is filled with the scent of his body wash. I inhale deeply, loving how it leaves me fuzzy-headed. It’s like an aphrodisiac; whoever manufactured the scent knew what they were doing.

  The comforter’s gone, and my body’s chilled, probably why I woke up in the first place. Blaze is infuriating, always leaving me in the nude. In the beginning, I thought it was so he could stare at me and rape me, but now I’m thinking it’s for another reason entirely. If it weren’t for me catching him staring between my legs last night and his hardness this morning, I’d be tempted to believe that he’s not attracted to me at all. I don’t know why the thought bothers me as much as it does. Besides, I’d be an idiot to not think he has a harem of women at his disposal. The realization should be reassuring, but it’s not. It has the opposite effect on me, and that irks me like no other.

  Moments later, he comes out of the shower, towel quickly swiping over his godly form. “You sleep better with your legs untied?” he inquires. The man looks more attractive than last night, though the thought is ridiculous. He hasn’t changed, but something in my mind seems to have flipped, and all I can think of is licking those droplets off his chiseled abs.

  “Hm?” My eyelashes flutter as I cast my gaze over his impeccable physique. I take him in, inch by striking inch.

  He clears his throat, and my eyes meet his. His eyebrow raises. “You sleep better?”

  “Oh, umm,” I move my legs together, then nod. “Yes, actually, I did. I’m not as stiff.”

  He nods in return. “Hungry?”

  “Are you cooking?” I tease with the start of a smile.

  He snorts. “Nah, but the club whores do.”

  It’s like a bucket of cold water. Club whores. Did the woman insinuate yesterday that Blaze may keep me around to be one of them? There’s no way I’ll allow that to happen. I won’t offer my body up and do whatever else they want me to. “No, most certainly not,” I huff and cast my gaze off to the side.

  I can still see him in my peripheral. His shoulders bounce, and he yanks on his clothes. They seem to be a nuisance to him; I wish I had that problem. “Suit yourself,” he says, reaching down and tugging on his big black riding boots.

  “A-are you leaving?” I ask, not ready for him to leave me alone already. I’m always stuck in this room by myself with nothing to distract me but my thoughts.

  “I’ve got shit to do. You’ve got your lead now, so you can go to the bathroom, shower, or whatever. Use my toothbrush if you want.”

  I scoff in return, but he just shrugs, completely unperturbed with my rebuff.

  “I’ll have someone check on you later.”

  “A club whore?”

  His stare finds mine, and he seems curious and confused all mixed together. “You’re starting to sound like a jealous wife,” Blaze states, and my mouth drops open. “I took you. You’re mine now, remember that. You don’t ask the questions, I do.”

  I glare in return, keeping my mouth screwed shut. He’s such a chauvinist pig.

  “I’ll be back,” are his parting words, then the door slams shut, leaving me in silence.

  I’m able to make out the sound of his key entering the two-way deadbolt, and then I’m locked in—alone again.

  Chapter 12

  Blaze

  I sit down hard on
the barstool and gruffly order, “Frost, give me a fuckin’ whiskey.” I need something harder than my usual beer. Hell, at this rate, I need an entire bottle. That woman in my room has me all types of twisted up.

  He nods, his eyes wide at my need for liquor this early in the day. I tend to stick to beer unless it’s going to be a night full of partying, then I drink, smoke, snort, or whatever else seems good at the moment to get down with. Mornings are usually for coffee and Baileys or Bloody Marys. Not today, though.

  The prospect sets down the rocks glass filled with two fingers worth of amber liquor. I instantly down it, gesturing for a refill. “I may need the bottle at this rate,” I admit aloud.

  A low whistle comes from my left, and then Odin’s sliding into the seat beside me. “A little early, huh? Even for you.” He smirks.

  “Long night,” I grumble. “Actually, a long night and a longer morning.”

  “Yeah? Not a good one, then?”

  “Fuck you.”

  He chuckles. “The fuck’s got your panties in a wad?”

  “That bitch from the school.”

  “The principal?” His brow wrinkles.

  I nod and chin-lift in the direction of our rooms. “You guys haven’t seen her naked. Sexiest bitch I’ve ever fucking seen. And her mouth…God help me, she’s gonna put me in an early grave.”

  “Doesn’t sound so bad, brother.”

  “The hell it’s not, I have to lay next to her ass all night long.”

  He shrugs. “She hot, but her pussy loose? You could lay elsewhere.”

  I shoot him a glare. For some reason, the thought of anyone talking about Amelia’s pussy, even my blood cousin—my MC brother—it pisses me the hell off. “I wouldn’t know, and I’m sleeping in my bed.”

  “What?” he exclaims, mouth hanging in surprise. “You’ve had her for, what…days now, right? You haven’t tapped that ass yet?”

  I shake my head, hanging it. “She doesn’t want me…well, I thought as much until this morning. I don’t know if that was me or something else, though.”

  “What happened this morning?”

  I swear, if this fucker laughs, I’m going to punch him. “She kept wiggling around and shit made my cock hard as fuck. She didn’t shy away from it, though. She kept moving her thighs together, squeezing my tip.”

  “Damn, brother,” he grunts.

  I nod. “I promised not to touch her from the start, so she’d quit freaking the fuck out. Anyhow, she ended up turning over. I had my hand over her before her squeezing had woken me up…the bitch was grinding against my hand, practically riding it. I wanted to put my fingers in her so bad and thrust into her ass while she was rubbing her pussy all over my hand.”

  “Holy fuck, Blaze. The fuck’d you do? You still didn’t nail her?”

  I shake my head, my body warm from the whiskey or her, who the hell knows. “I let her do her thing, she came all over my hand.”

  “Goddamn, brother. You’re a better man than me; I’d have fed her my pipe.”

  “As soon as I knew she was asleep, I licked my fingers and jerked my dick. Mind you, I just jerked my cock the night before from seeing her fine ass tied up in my room.”

  “You need to get your dick wet, brother; you’ll be all sorts of fucked up otherwise. You shouldn’t be letting this bitch get the better of you.”

  “Trust me, man, it was the last motherfucking thing I was ever expecting, especially from her uptight ass. She thinks she’s a motherfuckin’ saint but then goes and pulls that sort of shit. Took everything I had not to hold her down and thrust my cock in her.”

  “I bet, shit. Cherry ever pulled that sort; I’d have her tied to my bed. I’d fuck her till she couldn’t sit down for the rest of the day.” He slaps my shoulder and gives it a brotherly squeeze. “You better drink a few more of those. Maybe whiskey dick will help you out.”

  “Never thought I’d see the day I’d be asking for whiskey dick.”

  He chuckles. “Good luck, brother.”

  “You out of here?”

  He nods. “I’m meeting Ares. Sinner set up another ammo order for us.”

  “Why’s our VP picking it up and not one of us?” Odin’s the youngest in our club and a damn good vice president.

  “I heard he’s got a new Doberman; I want to check it out.” He shrugs, and I relax a bit.

  A laugh breaks free, finally a reason for me to smile today. “You guys and those damn dogs.”

  He shrugs unperturbed. “The ol’ ladies have been trying to get the resources together to start a rescue. Figure if I’m building Cherry a house, I may as well get a dog to go with it.”

  “Jesus, settling down, huh?”

  “One day, it’ll be you, brother.”

  Smirking, I shake my head. “I won’t hold my breath. You taking the truck, then?”

  He nods. “I’ll catch you later.”

  “Bet.” We bump knuckles, and then he’s out the door.

  I’m left to my whiskey, which I promptly down again and gesture to Frost for some more. I’m not going to get much done today if I proceed with this routine.

  A throat clears, garnering my attention. I glance back to find my blood cousin and MC brother, Viking, behind me.

  “‘Sup, man,” I greet.

  He grunts and takes the seat beside me. Vike’s brooding will give mine a run for the money any day. He motions to Frost, and the prospect quickly hands over a cold bottled water to the Oath Keepers’ prez. Everyone is well aware of our prez remaining sober for the most part. He likes to keep his head straight, and I respect him for it. When Viking goes off the deep end, there’s no reeling him back, and I don’t think any of us could handle seeing him treat Princess poorly like he did for a beat.

  “Odin just split.”

  He nods and grunts. “Asshole stopped by my office. Mentioned a dog.”

  With a smirk, I nod back. Regardless of him and Odin being blood brothers, he doesn’t treat him any different than the other members around here. Hell, Viking’s been more of a father figure to him than Jekyll ever was. May that man rot in the fiery pits of hell. “Any updates on when we’re headed out?” I go for a subject change, not wanting to think about Jekyll any longer.

  “We’re riding tomorrow night. I’ll be letting the others know tomorrow at noon. They’ll have enough time to reel everyone in on lock-down, and then we’ll take care of business. I don’t want it discussed until then.”

  “Damn.” My fingers massage my temples. I still have my principal to think about, and dare I say it, but worry over.

  “What’s going on?” He grumbles after chugging half his bottle. The plastic flexes, making a crunching sound in his mammoth grip.

  “It’s Amelia.”

  “Who?” His face screws up, not familiar with her name.

  “The principal, she’s in my room. I don’t know what to do with her while we’re gone, either.”

  Frost belches loudly, and Viking casts him an unamused glance before replying. “The motherfucker is next to glasses and chips. Needs to shut his fuckin’ trap.”

  I agree. That’s fucking gross.

  “Torch won’t let her get away,” he rationalizes, and it doesn’t bring me any relief.

  “Shit, man. I’ll come back, and he’ll have strangled her something.”

  He chuckles lowly. “Sounds like problem solved then.”

  I shake my head. “I promised not to hurt her.”

  He snorts.

  I roll my eyes. “I’m serious.”

  “Yeah? Now I’m curious what this bitch looks like. She must be fine as fuck if you’ve switched from tormentor to tormented.”

  “Fuck off.”

  His eyes light up. I pretty much just confirmed whatever he’d had in his head. Fuck my life. The last thing any of these assholes around here need is leverage to give me any more shit. We bust each other’s balls enough without any extra ammunition readily available to dip into. “Mm.”

  “Nah, it’s not like
that.”

  He nods, completely not buying it.

  “I just don’t want her to end up six feet under or traumatized is all.”

  “See if Princess and Bethany will check on her and bring her a sandwich every now and then. I wouldn’t let Smokey’s old ass in there, though. He may drug her and attempt to get his dick hard.”

  “And I’ll castrate the old perverted fuck,” I mutter.

  Vike’s brows raise. “Damn, brother. She gonna be on the back of your bike soon? Honey will pitch a fit, that I’m sure of.”

  I shrug. “She won’t, and Honey’s well aware that she’s only a means to an end. Nothing more.”

  “Ask the other brothers who’re wifed up. They’ll tell you what a jealous bitch Honey can be when a new ol’ lady comes around.”

  “She’s not my ol’ lady. There are too many women out there that I still need to fuck.”

  He smirks, done arguing about it. “I’ll take your word on it, brother. Talk to P and Bethany.”

  “Bet, that sounds like a good plan.”

  “And don’t say shit to that uptight bitch about anything, or I’ll have Torch cut your fuckin’ tongue out.”

  I scoff and take a gulp of the whiskey. It burns a bit but helps make my thoughts of Amelia a bit less prominent. “My lips are sealed. Honey’s, however, need to be wrapped around my cock, especially if we’re popping smoke tomorrow. I’m gonna go hunt her ass down and remind her she belongs on her knees with me.”

  Viking quietly chuckles, shaking his head. He fist bumps my knuckles as I stand and head in the opposite direction. I set out for Honey but end up in the kitchen. I need to make something for Amelia. I don’t want her getting hungry or wanting for anything while she’s with me. Honey can always suck my dick later. There’s no rush to get to her.