“What?”
He pulls his mouth back a touch, and I panic, not wanting him to stop and leave me hanging again. He’s done it so many times that I’ve felt like pulling my hair out. Scrambling, I plead with the first thing that comes to mind. “Please? Please, Blaze? I-I want you; I want you inside me.”
His grin is feral as his hands wrap around me, locking tight. He grabs me into his arms, and then we’re moving. He’s ambling toward the bed, hauling me along in his muscular hold. My naked form presses against his sturdy frame, and I want to rub all over him. He’s in a pair of jeans and nothing more, the faded denim material hanging dangerously low to show off his V and chiseled abs.
He tosses me to the bed; I bounce, and my mouth falls open with surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to just throw me on here. Then he’s climbing over my body, wearing a cocky smirk that I find increasingly tempting the more he does it.
He comes at me, expression fierce. He’s on a mission, I don’t know whether to be more turned on or scared at how intense he is. He takes my mouth in a blistering kiss, his tongue practically lashing at mine. It’s all consuming. I can’t think of anything beyond him, here in this very moment. My heart thunders in my chest, my hands shooting to his shoulders. I have to hold onto something, as he’s moving full speed ahead. This is a new level compared to everything we’ve done already. He’s on a mission. It’s beyond hot to witness him just as turned on as he makes me.
His mouth takes a path lower, sucking and nipping along my throat. “Oh!” I cry out, loving the impression he elicits through my body. “I-is this really happening? Finally?” I manage to pant out loud with a breathy stutter.
“Mmhmm. Told ya, babe, you had to beg. Once you whimpered that sweet little please, I was ready to sink my cock in your pussy.”
“Please.” I do it again, now aware of how much it affects him.
He rumbles with a pleased growl, and his finger breaches my entrance. It’s the first time he’s ever fully penetrated my core. Before, with his tongue, he’d only play with my clit and suck on my lips to clean my juices. Stars fill my vision at his long, thick finger pushing in as deeply as he can.
“Oh! Yes! B-Blaze, please don’t stop!” I plead, wanting anything and everything he’ll give me at this moment.
“I’m not stopping, Amelia; I’ve just begun with you.” He continues to move his fingers inside me until I’m spasming around him with my first orgasm. It’s quick and intense, but that’s how they all seem to be when it comes to him touching me. The man is magic in the sex department.
He allows me to ride out my orgasm before pulling away to lick his fingers clean and flick the button free on his jeans. He doesn’t bother to unzip them, he just shoves the pants off his hips. His muscular thighs come into view as he works to push them all the way down. He kicks his jeans free, and they fly off somewhere into the background.
“Wow,” I whisper as I rub my hands over his form. I’ve felt him before, but like this, it’s just different somehow. Maybe because I know we’re finally taking this all the way.
His cock head plays at my entrance, the tip slipping just inside my hole from my wetness. His hips shift, but he doesn’t slide in any farther. My chest rises and falls with the intensity. I can’t believe he hasn’t just rammed right inside. Surprisingly, I want him to.
Blaze groans, clenching his eyes closed for a beat and exhales heavily. “Goddamn,” he mutters under his breath before he shifts again. His arm flexes above me as he uses one hand to grab onto the headboard and the other to grasp my hip. He’s remarkable. I’ve never seen so many muscles on display in my life. You’d think the man is carved from stone with how absolutely perfect every inch of him is.
The headboard creaks, and my eyes jump to the spot his hand grips onto. “Did the bed just break?” There’s no way that sound was from the wood flexing under his hold alone, there can’t be. I know he’s strong, but…breaking the headboard?
He shrugs, his eyes glittering with desire. “Not worried about it, babe. You sure you’re not a virgin?” His hand strays from my hip to grip his girth. He’s big in all places, did I mention that before? He works to fit inside me, and a blush steals over my body. I didn’t think I was this tight; the men in the past never had to put forth much effort to fit inside me, but they weren’t this size either. Normally, I’d just tell them what I wanted, have them lay on their backs, and then take what I needed. With Blaze, however, I doubt that’ll fly. He likes being in control far too much.
“I’m not a virgin, you’re just bigger than the men in the past,” I admit, and it strikes a wide, pleased smile from him.
“It’s those frail beta-bitches, babe. You’re not used to real men. It’s all good, I’m happy to be your first.” He winks and continues, “I’m only seven and a half inches long, but I’m as wide as a monster.”
“A monster sounds about right.” I try to lighten the tone and huff out a laugh. I won’t lie; it stings a bit with each inch he pushes inside me.
“It’s as wide as a canned Coke, babe.” He chuckles and flexes his hips. The move pushes him in fully, and I cry out, my muscles tightening up. The feeling is unreal, he’s right; I’ve never had anything like this before. The fullness of him has me ridiculously turned on and my core spasming. He doesn’t have to do anything, just stick his cock inside, and I’m already coming.
“Oh, my!” I call loudly and bite down on my bottom lip. I may tear it in half at this rate.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly, you feel fucking great.” He moves, pulling out a bit and then thrusting forward. It sends me spiraling, and in the next beat, I’m screaming, clawing at him as bliss hits me harder than the time before. My head flies back, but I fight it, not wanting to take my eyes off his physique.
“Please, please, don’t stop,” I plead. I’d never thought I’d so willingly beg and from a man to boot. He’s making me come twice in a matter of minutes; he wasn’t exaggerating about knowing what to do with women. I don’t want to think of him with anyone else right now. Here in this moment, he’s with me, and that’s all I care about. Besides, when did I become territorial with Blaze, anyhow?
“Don’t you worry; I won’t be stopping anytime soon,” he repeats, and I sigh, content with him having his way with me.
He plunges ahead, and the bed shakes, the headboard slams into the wall behind. It makes a thundering clap, my eyes widening with it. He just shrugs, offering me a cute smile and fucks me into oblivion. He wasn’t fibbing about not stopping, and, well, I won’t be walking straight anytime soon because of it.
Oh, and I was right, he broke the headboard.
Chapter 21
Blaze
Church…
“What’s the deal with the Cartel?” Nightmare asks Viking. Everyone’s attention trains on the Prez to hear what he has to say.
He chugs some of his bottled water, briefly glancing around the table before gruffly answering. “We accomplished what we set out to do. We threw a wrench in their plans that they didn’t know was coming. That being said, we’ve learned that the fight with the cartel is never-ending.”
“What’re we going to do about that?” Odin speaks up.
“We’re going to do what we needed to do years ago. We’re going to keep fighting to protect what means the most to us—our family and club. We’re going to assist whoever we can in cutting the head off that southern snake. We caught a piece of its tail years back when we hit that heroin compound, and shit was crazy…this last job, we took chunks off its body. We need to keep chipping away until we get to the end and figure out a way to take out the cartel’s leaders. Then it’ll be maintenance work to make sure they don’t regroup to remain intact with another leader. Where one falls, another takes their place.”
Mercenary grumbles. “Since when is it our job to take care of this shit? We don’t get paid to do the government’s work.”
Vike’s brows jump, his glare pinning on the newer member. “We recovered three h
undred sixty-two thousand dollars on this run. The boys and I found it at our cell we were hitting. According to Exterminator, what we find, we can keep. It’ll be split between the Nomads and both our charters.”
“Holy fuck,” Merc responds, and the prez nods.
Viking continues. “We aren’t being paid, but if we happen to step on a few million or anything else of value, we can be paid. Each run will be put to a vote, just remember that when we aren’t on our guard, our clubs can get hit with blowback. When we aren’t finding cartel dough to fill our wallets with, we’re running guns, moonshine, and whatever else we find, and chancing prison time. Both are dangerous, both have risks…it’s up to us to decide what the fuck we want to do to make our money.”
Smokey coughs out, “We’re looking at a sixteen-thousand-dollar payout from this run alone. That’s taking some cash away for the various families and other interests the club has previously voted to support. Each active member will get an individual sixteen-thousand-dollar chunk of cash, give or take a few.”
My mouth pops open; that’s a damn good surprise bonus.
Viking grunts his agreement, and the brothers’ moods seem to lift immediately.
The Nomads standing and sitting wherever they’ll fit, fist bump each other. They’re just as pleased with the news. The more cash they have, the more they get to ride off into the sunset and do whatever the fuck they want to.
The prez nods to Exterminator. He shifts, uncrossing his arms from his chest, and says, “We’ll take a little time off and recoup. I’ll keep up with my contact, and as soon as I know more, Vike will be made aware. The Nomads won’t be leaving the charters high and dry, we’ll be back up as much as you need us. You’re all taking a chance on helping us out down south, and we’ll repay in-kind. A frequent route for us moving guns is I-10, and if the cops are happy down there, then they stay off our backs.”
Viking gestures at the burly man again then moves on. “Next set of business is this school bitch.” His gaze trains on me. “You figure that out?” He knows as well as I do that his ol’ lady took care of the issue. I guess he’s not going to embarrass me in front of the brothers, though, and make it known.
I nod. “She won’t be bothering anyone at school or elsewhere. You have my word.”
Torch chin-lifts in my direction and mutters, “Thanks, brother. Annabelle will be able to relax finally.”
I shrug it off and turn to Viking again. “I have something to say about her, though.”
His brow wrinkles, waiting.
“She’s mine,” I declare coolly. I flash a glance at Torch and Nightmare to see their reactions. They’re both stunned as they gaze at me like I’ve lost my head.
“Yours?” Viking rumbles. “As in?”
I nod. “I’m staking claim.”
He snorts, and Nightmare barks out, “That prissy bitch will never let you touch her in front of anyone.”
Torch mutters, “She’ll probably ask you to book an appointment or fill out a record sheet, then call the cops on your faded ass.”
“I’m not faded, dick,” I growl in return. “I want her, so I’m keeping her.”
“That so?” Viking asks. “You planning on letting her leave your room, or is this relationship going to be extra fucking twisted?”
My glare lands on him next. “I’ll let her leave. She knows the deal, and if she fucks up, I’ll remind her.”
He shakes his head, glancing at the ceiling, then sighs. “You know what? I don’t even fuckin’ care. You want her? Fine, fuck it. But if she fucks up and gets this club in some shit, you have to be the one to put her six feet under. You feel me?”
I concede. I already know it’ll never come to that. “I’ll handle her. She needed someone strong in her life to get her to calm the fuck down. Trust me, she’s chilled the fuck out. Still feisty and strong-willed, but she knows to lock that shit down where the club is concerned.”
He grunts, “Good.”
Saint grins. “I wanna see you fuck her, especially with the stories we’ve heard. You sure that bitch won’t be the one on top?” He mocks, and I roll my eyes, giving him the finger.
“Fuck off. She knows who the man is.”
Nightmare huffs, clearly not convinced.
“It may take a little while…but it’ll happen,” I defend.
“All right, then, fuck,” Viking mumbles and asks, “Anything else?”
No one speaks up, so he gestures to Odin that he’s calling an end. The gavel slams down, and he does his usual gruff bark of, “Get the fuck out!”
We pile out into the bar, and I can’t help but be a tad miffed at the brothers, not believing in my charm where Amelia’s concerned. They don’t know what’s transpired between us these past few weeks. I had her call in today and request another week of time off. She even lied to say she had a family emergency. There wasn’t one; she’s just not ready to leave our little world. I may’ve told her to do it and stood beside her to hear what she’d said, but she still did it. She could’ve told them anything in the span of the few minutes, but she told them exactly what she was supposed to.
She’s no longer my captive, even though she wants to pretend that she is. In reality, she could throw on some of my clothes and walk right out the main entrance, and I wouldn’t stop her. We have the video of her, and I know damn well she won’t allow it to jeopardize everything she’s worked for. She’ll keep it quiet and do as she’s supposed to, to avoid the repercussions.
I think it’s time to take it to another level between us. I’ve slept beside her for two weeks straight. I’ve fed her and fucked her delirious. Now, she needs to be put on the back of my bike. She needs to feel the vibration between her thighs and the wind in her hair. Afterward, she needs to be thoroughly fucked, so she realizes that it’s not something insignificant, that she truly does belong to me. I’m far too invested at this point; I don’t think I could allow her to leave me for good if she were to make an effort to. My twisted heart just won’t allow it. I want to keep her.
I will keep her…forever.
***
“That was intense!” Amelia exclaims, breathless and beaming a smile. We just got back to the club after our first ride together. She was glued to me, her body fit to mine like a glove. It was as if she’d meant to be there all along, and my chest had never felt so full having her arms wrapped around my waist as she’d clung to me.
“Yeah? You liked it?”
She squeezes my arm excitedly, irises glittering from her adrenaline. “I truly enjoyed it. I can understand why you all are so passionate about it.”
“Something you can see yourself doing on the regular?” I try not to get my hopes up too high, but I need to know if it’s a possibility.
“Oh, definitely. In fact, perhaps I’ll look at getting one of those scooter types.”
I immediately groan, my hand moving to my forehead. “Fuckin’ shit, woman, don’t do that.”
Her gaze flashes to me again, full of confusion. “Do they not do the same thing, only at a safer speed? I could get a matching helmet and a jacket. Maybe even fake leather if it’s a sensible color.”
“Christ…not just no, but hell nah. I’ll get you a good jacket, you don’t want fake shit cause it won’t hold up. As for the scooter, let’s just pretend that you didn’t say that. Damn sure don’t say anything of the sort in front of the brothers.”
“But I want to be animal friendly. I could just get some padding or something, right?”
I shake my head. “Babe, let me handle the biker shit, ‘kay? I’ll hook you up with what you need. As for the bike, you’ll ride with me.”
“But I was thinking of driving it to and from work…”
My brow wrinkles. “Like I said, you’ll ride with me.”
“What if I need to pick up my lunch?”
“Call me. I’ll make sure you’re fed.”
She huffs out a quiet laugh. “You plan to wait on me outside of this place as well?”
I s
hrug, ‘cause I’d been thinking of it. “Babe, it’s my job to take care of you.”
She starts to open her mouth to argue, and I hold up my hand to quiet her.
“Not ‘cause you can’t handle it yourself, but because I want to. I’m a fucking man, let me be a man for you. We already discussed this over and over.”
She stares at me a moment before finally nodding. “Does this mean you’re letting me go home soon?”
I shrug again, not wanting to admit that she can leave. I have enough on her that she won’t fuck with the Oath Keepers in the future, but I don’t want her to leave. It’s strange to admit, but I’ll actually miss her. I’ve grown so used to seeing her each time I enter my room, that it’ll feel lonely without her presence and mouthy stubbornness.
“Oh, Blaze!” she exclaims and wraps her arms around me. The hug surprises me for a beat before I turn and pull her into my embrace.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been different today.”
“How so?”
“Well, for starters, you gave me some clothes and took me out of your room. You let me ride on your motorcycle, and now you implied I may be able to leave soon. I miss my job and my bed.”
“Mine isn’t so bad, is it?”
She offers a tender smile. “No, it’s not.”
“I can sense a but in there.” I drop my arms and commence walking toward the main entrance of the clubhouse.
“Blaze, wait.” She reaches for me, her hand landing on my bicep, and I pause. She steps beside me again, reaching for my face. She turns my chin until I meet her gaze. “I still want to see you.”
My brows raise.
“You’ve become someone important to me.”
“Hm?” I grunt.
She grins. “I know, but it’s true. I care about you. We may be opposites, but I feel something here.” She places her free palm over her heart, and my protective wall completely crumbles where she’s concerned.
I turn to her, my hand carefully cupping her cheek. Leaning in, I whisper against her lips, “I feel it there too.” And then I’m kissing her like she’s my everything and she always will be. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, things evolved, and I fell for the strong-willed woman. Pulling away, I admit softly, “There’s only one way I can keep you.”
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