Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)

by Roxanne Greening

  The bed was calling my name. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Darkness came for me, pulling me into its gentle embrace. My dreams were filled with a very naked Beau doing all kinds of nasty things to me. I was on my knees in my bed. Beau is behind me. His huge hard cock bobbing in excitement.

  His hand is raised, then dropping. Smack. A slight sting sensation, followed by a gentle burning. But only for a second before pleasure tingles up my spine and around to my throbbing clit. Excited moans are torn from my throat and cream gushes between my legs. It dribbles down my thighs. Some onto the sheets.

  “Such a beautiful shade of pink.” He praises while his palm is rubbing my abused ass cheek.

  “Hmm pleases” I beg. “You don’t need to beg sweetheart.” He replies as he rubs the tip of his cock up my slit.

  Coating it with my juices. “You sure darlin?” he asks huskily. “Yes. Yes, please. I need you.” Sobs of frustration and need tare through the air around us.

  No warning. His cock is pressing in. There are no pauses, no hesitations. It burns as he forces his way in. The stretching uncomfortable, almost unbearable. Biting my lip, I try to fight back the scream as he forges forward another two inches’.

  I feel him draw back. “Hold on to the bed, sweetheart and don’t let go.” His voice is strained almost like he’s in pain. Glancing back at him I take in the look of utter concentration as he stares down at my ass.

  Quickly grab a hold of the sheets I grip them tightly. The very moment my fingers wrap around the sheets he’s tunneling into my pussy. And I’m screaming in pain and ecstasy.

  I wake up covered in sweat. My panties are soaked. My pussy is clenching and unclenching.

  Clit throbbing so hard its borderline pain.

  Slipping my hand into my drenched panties I rub my clit just like I read about in all those books I’ve read.

  Pleasure zings through my pussy and I rub a little faster and harder. It takes only a few strokes before my orgasm crashes over. My scream echo’s off the walls.

  Feeling boneless and relaxed I promptly slip into a dreamless sleep. A smile stretched on my face from the hope of seeing him again soon.

  Chapter 5

  Beau

  I love the feel of my bike between my legs. All sleek curves, heavy steel and gleaming chrome. The sweet sound she makes when I start her up, her rumbles and purrs.

  Just like pussy. All sleek, shiny and smooth. When you start it up it purrs and whines.

  Leaving Emilia was hard. Harder than it should have been considering she’s just pussy walking on two legs. Just like all the others. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

  Just thinking about pussy had me pushing a little harder on the throttle. I needed to get my dick in some pussy now. The club wasn’t far from here and at the rate I was going it wouldn’t take me more than five minutes to get there and park this bike and find some whore.

  I’m a man on a mission. The pussy mission. All the warm feeling I got from my time with Emilia evaporated when I pulled into the clubhouse and parked my ride.

  My long legs eat up the distance between myself and the doors. Not even pausing my stride, I make my way into the room. Music is pounding as well as other things. The party was in full swing.

  Hyde had some whore flat on her back. Legs spread wide and high on the pool table. He pounded her pussy so hard it slides a little on the floor.

  Jackal had some whore face first on the bar ass in the air as he slammed into her with enough force the whole thing shook and banged. Bang, bang, bang. The screams of ecstasy coming from the whores were heard well over the music.

  That’s what I needed right there. A whore with a warm hole. I take about three more steps and my wants become reality as Jocelyn one of the club whores wraps her arms around my neck and leans in for a kiss.

  Kissing her isn’t what I want. Leaning my head back, I look down at her “Knees” is all I say. She pouts prettily, but slowly slides down my body and to her knees.

  Her hands already have my button undone and was readily working on my zipper. She needs no direction. Unlike Emilia. She would need all the directions. From how to undo my pants to where to place her tongue.

  The things I would show her to do with that tongue. I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Emilia would slip her tongue from her beautiful mouth and slide just the tip up my dick. Once she reached the top she would slip her mouth over the tip and suck a little.

  Swirling her tongue around the top of my dick as she suckles gently. Her hands would come up and wrap themselves around my throbbing cock.

  It doesn’t take much before I’m shooting my load down Jocelyn throat. Groaning as rope after rope pours out of my balls and down her swallowing throat.

  After the last drop is out. I pull my softening dick from between her lips.

  She looks up at me and smiles. “I missed you Devil. Let's go to your room. I need you.”

  I feel nothing. Fucking nothing. My cock doesn’t even stir at the thought of coming into contact with her pussy. If anything, it seems to get softer. There’s no appeal in fucking her.

  Emilia. My cock jumps a little. Giggles “I see someone missed me.” Jocelyn? She still here? I focus on her. “Come on Devil I haven’t had you today. I need you,” she whines.

  The sound grates on my nerves. With no emotion in my voice I get out a “not tonight,” she makes a grab for me as I step around her. I shut that shit down with a look.

  Shaking my head, I walk over to the bar. Thank fuck Jackal was finished. By the time, I reached the bar, he was putting his dick back in his pants.

  Skillet slid me a beer as my ass hit the stool. Jackal looks at me and laughs. I glare at him.

  “What the fuck do you find so funny” I demand “What happened over there? You were more of an asshole than normal.” he responds. Anger swamps me “what the fuck are you talking about?”

  “She sucked you off and you gave her nothing man.” he takes a swig of his beer and raises one eyebrow waiting.

  “Yeah, that was a dick move.” Was I going to correct that shit? Fuck no. I didn’t want to fuck her, lick her or finger her.

  “Whatever man. She’ll get that shit somewhere else.” shaking my head, I take a swig of beer.

  Laughing as he nods his head. “Yeah man. That shit was cold. But I get it.”

  But he didn’t get it. He hadn’t met her. He hadn’t met Emilia. How could I do that when I knew what I could be doing is so much fucking better.

  It's like being told here’s a filet mignon. Smell it, touch it, okay now eat this tofu steak here. You just can't do it. My dick needed her, and no other would do. Sure, a mouth is fine, but other than that no. Not fucking happening.

  Chapter 6

  Emilia

  It’s been two days. Two very long hopeful days. Every time I heard a motorcycle. My heart would climb into my throat and I would watch in desperation hopping it was him.

  But every time it wasn’t. Grabbing the dishes off the table. I make my way to the kitchen. Jasper looks up from the sink and gives me a smile.

  “How's it going Emilia?” He asks.

  Jasper is in his late forties. A father of three girls. He’s also Alice’s husband. A nice man almost fatherly. I give him my best smile.

  “Great Jasper. Everyone has been really nice.” I reply with a smile.

  “Good, good. You let me know if anyone’s bothering you okay?” His voice is firm and kind.

  I give him a nod. Depositing my dishes into the sink. I walk back into the dining room. I stop in my tracks. Right there in the corner booth is Beau. Scanning the menu, he hasn’t noticed me yet.

  I feel a thrill move up my spin and fear sink in my belly. He’s here. After two days, he’s finally here.

  My feet move on their own accord. I find myself standing in front of his table in no time at all. I haven’t taken my eyes from him since I noticed him. I will him to look up at me. Please, please look at me.

  When those choc
olate brown eyes focus on my face. My heart starts pounding hard. I smile. My stomach in knots. What if he doesn’t like me?

  Maybe that’s why he hasn’t been around in days.

  His face lights up. A crooked grin curving his lips. His eyes settle on mine. My stomach erupts in butterfly’s.

  “Hey darlin. How have you been?” he asks in his deep gravelly fuck me voice.

  My smile gets bigger. Darlin. He called me darlin. “Good. Better now that you're here.” I say before I can stop the words from escaping. I didn’t want him to know I missed him. I felt like a stalker.

  The smile on his face turns full blown. “I missed you too darlin.”

  My heart skips a beat. He missed me. It was nice to be missed. I don’t think anyone has missed me before.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask. Ugh. Of course, he’s hungry. He wouldn’t be here otherwise. At least I don’t think he would be here otherwise.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m hungry alright.” The heat in his eyes as they rake my body has me shiver in need.

  “What would you like?” I ask. My voice suddenly husky.

  “You. A burger will have to do for now.”

  “You want fries?” I ask. Trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. Bring me a beer with that, Shipyard, please.” his eyes hold mine captive. I have to physically force my eyes to the notepad in my hand.

  “I’ll get this order in. Oh, I forget. What do you want on that burger?” Feeling like an idiot. I blush deeply. Keeping my eyes focused on my notepad. I didn’t want to see the laughter in his eyes.

  “Hey sweetheart its ok. I didn’t tell you.”

  “I’ll take ketchup, mustard, pickle, onion, make that grilled onions, cheese and bacon. Hold the rabbit food,” he says.

  My heart swells. He didn’t find me funny. He didn’t laugh at me. He was sweet and attentive.

  “I’ll get that right in for you.” I smile sweetly. He made me feel good. Safe and wanted. A feeling I’ve never really felt before.

  Rushing to the kitchen. I give Jasper his order. “Everything alright Emilia?” The concern in his voice makes my eyes well. Blinking it back. I look at him.

  “Everything’s great Jasper. Just amazing.” I say through the prominent smile on my face.

  He gives me a nod and gets to work on Beau’s order. Rushing back out into the dining room. I collect his bear and all but run to his table.

  I set his beer on the table with a frosty glass. He looks up at me with a smile. “Thanks sweetheart.” such endearments. No one has ever talked to me in such a way.

  My heart swells a little more. It’s so easy to like Beau. He’s sweet and kind. It’s almost a contradiction. He rides this badass bike, wears a leather cut, and carry’s this huge knife.

  “Want to go for a ride with me darlin when you get off work?” he asks.

  My head is nodding violently, and my mouth is talking on its own accord. “Yes! I would love that.” I say loudly. I couldn’t help it. I was excited. He wanted to spend time with me. Wanted me on his bike.

  “What time do you get off sweetheart?” his voice is deep and husky. The words ‘get off’ reminds me of the other night when I touched myself. Touched myself with thoughts of him and me.

  Blushing hard I reply. “About an hour.”

  “I’ll hang out here. If that’s okay with you darlin.” another endearment.

  I scream yes in my head. Realizing he can’t hear my thoughts I reply with a quiet I don’t feel. “Yes.”

  The door opens and a man wearing a suit walked in. I reluctantly leave Beau. Going behind the counter. I grab a menu. Expecting the man to take a seat in one of the booths, it startles me when I see him sitting right in front of me.

  His eyes rake my body lewdly. I feel a sliver of fear as he takes me in. This man has a bad vibe to him. Almost evil. The evil feeling slivers all over my body making me feel slimed in it.

  I shudder a little in disgust. I try to hide it. The way the man is looking at me. The smile on his face makes it obvious I failed.

  “What can I get for you.” I try to sound happy and cheerful. I paste a fake smile on my face.

  “Coffee. Black.” he replies. His voice low. Dark.

  Turning to the coffee pot I grab it and a clean mug. Walking back over to him, gently placing the cup in front of him. I quickly pour the coffee. I try to step back. When his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist.

  Panic wells up. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he asks in that dark voice.

  “No. I don’t think so.” I say, tugging on my hand. Out of the corner of my eye. I notice Beau standing. A fierce dark look on his face.

  The man must have felt the danger. He release’s me with a muttered “Sorry. My mistake.” Then he reaches for his cup and taking a gulp. It must have burned. The coffee was really hot. He didn’t even blink as he took another gulp.

  He finishes the cup in three gulps. Placing it down in front of him, he taps it. I take that as a sign he wants it refiled.

  “I’ll have a burger with fries. Everything on it.” he says.

  I get the distinct feeling he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. I write down his order and escape to the kitchen.

  Jasper picks up on my mood. I wave him away. Really, I don’t like that guy out there and I don’t want anything to happen to Jasper.

  Grabbing Beaus order I walk back out into the dining room. Beau is still sitting at the booth in the corner. I sigh in relief. I place his plate in front of him.

  His hand shoots out, grabbing my hand in a gentle hold. He pulls it close to him and examines my wrist. It was red and bruising slightly.

  He looks from my wrist to the guy at the counter. A snarl on his face. It’s the first time I’ve seen him look so angry. He was terrifying and yet not. A small part of me blossomed under that anger.

  “You okay sweetheart?” he asks gently. A complete contradiction to the look on his face. I give him a warm smile and nod. Not trusting my voice.

  He rubs my wrist trying to soothe the sting. “Emilia.” I hear behind me. The scary man is staring at me. How did he know my name? Panic rises inside me. Then I remember the name tag. A small amount of relief course’s through me.

  “Coffee.” There’s no please. It wasn’t a question it was a demand. Beau stiffens slightly. I look back at him and smile. “It’s okay Beau.” I say.

  After filling the scary man’s cup. I wander back into the kitchen. I pretend there’s important stuff needing stocked. There’s not. Not really.

  Chapter 7

  Beau

  I watch that man put his hands-on Emilia. My Emilia. Not wanting to disappoint Emilia I pull out my phone and call Jackal. Instead of ripping the man’s arm from his body and beating him with it. “Devil.” he answers.

  “Need you and Hyde to get down to Auntie B’s. There’s a soon to be dead man here I need collected. Take him to the shed.” I tell him in a cold voice. The shed is our playground. We reserve that for special people.

  “How special?” he asks.

  “Super Special. So, special unicorns fly out his ass. He’s wearing a suit. I’ll be heading out soon. Needs to be collected after I leave.” I demand in a low voice.

  Emilia comes out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food for our special guest. I want to know who this fuck is. I almost cancel our plans. I can’t do it though. I want to feel her thighs wrapped around mine. Her arms grabbing me tight. Her pussy up against my ass.

  I want her to feel the rumble and vibration from my bike. I want her thinking about other things I can get vibrating with need.

  The fuck watches her like a hawk. I can practically hear his thoughts. The things he wants to do to her.

  My fist clench and unclench. I can’t wait to get my fucking hands on him. He knows something about Emilia. I fucking positive about that. But it's more than that I want to hear him scream as I slowly take him apart.

  Emilia was mine and no one was going to c
hange that.

  Chapter 8

  Emilia

  The air around me crackled. Beau watched my every move with lethal attention. Circling his bike was like circling my future. It felt imperative and soul consuming. I couldn’t have this not forever.

  John was still hunting me. He was a cold shadow over my existence. The gut clenching pain hit with the realization Beau was mine but only temporarily.

  My life has never been my own.

  I was just another foster child, then I was a plaything for John and now, now I was the hunted. One of the many unfortunate souls out there never finding a place of their own and always in the shadows.

  I could cry now and beg for things to be different or I could suck it up, put my big girl panties on and soak up all I could the tears could come later. They were my price of happiness there was always a price.

  Letting my fingers graze the beautiful black bike was what I thought, a dream would feel like. All smooth and firm. Each slide of my skin against the bike had tingles igniting all over my body.

  The air in my lungs freezes as my eyes meet his. The fire that danced in his had flames licking my body. The heat was almost unbearable. Blushing like a school girl was something new to me.

  I’ve never had a crush on someone before. That had to be what I was feeling it was too soon for love. Love as beautiful as it sounded would only bring heartbreak and to those who let it in.

  I was already marked with shadows and fear I didn’t need love added to the world of heartbreak I was already suffering from.

  “Can we go for a ride?”

  His silence had my eyes darting back to him. The look of hunger and need had his eyes almost black in appearance. I waited for the words only to swallow hard when his long stride had him standing in front of me.

  All those flames burned hotter. Watching him climb onto his bike had my heart racing and images of him bending me over the bike and taking me ruff and hard. Wetness gushed between my thighs.