“Yes, baby. Come for me.”
His ragged voice cajoled me. Luring me. Drawing me nearer to the cliff. Then he removed his touch.
I barely realized he crawled above me. His fingers encircled my ankles, spreading my legs wide. This was a new position, and I anxiously awaited his entrance. He hovered above me, his face illuminated by the lamp in the corner.
I was burning. My flesh was on fire. My pussy quivered as I continued clawing at the sheet, anticipating his cock.
He bent close to me, licking one nipple and blowing, then giving the other the same attention. The sweet contractions between my legs were back with a vengeance. How could he have so much control over me?
My legs stiffened. He still had them wide, grasping them in his hands.
I knew I’d soon fall apart in his hands. Soon…very soon.
“Please, Blaze.” I buried my cheek into the pillow
“Please what, baby?”
“Please put out this agonizing need,” I moaned the words.
A satisfied grin swept over his face. His fingers found my core and he slid his digits into me again, teasing the wet, coiled muscle. “You are ready.”
He reached for a foil packet from the box on the nightstand, ripped it open and rolled the sheath on his erection. Who would have imagined that he could find a condom to fit his large size? I wanted to see how he fit inside of me. I grabbed his ass as he moved between my legs, nestling his frame between my thighs, holding my ankles.
I watched down the slope of our sweat-slicked bodies as we were close to connecting.
“Baby, look at me.”
I lifted my gaze. His eyes were dark and mysterious. “Once we do this, nothing will ever be the same,” he whispered.
“Yes. And I’m fine with that.”
He situated himself at my core. “This is going to be an unforgettable moment.”
“Please,” I beg.
His head pressed my seam as I tugged at his ass. He slowly slid into me, stretching my sheath to fit around him. “It’s been a long time for you,” he mumbled.
“Long, long time.” My cries shattered the silence.
His mouth opened slightly, his breathing turned heavy. “Damn. You’re so effing tight.”
Then he glided deeper into me until there was no room left.
He pumped, thrusting with rigid movements. The tip of his erection touched a place deep inside of me that I never knew existed. I groaned and squirmed, my knees still wide and pressing his chest. I liked this position. I could feel him deep…so deep.
I adjusted to his size and my muscles loosened enough that I automatically met his hips, thrust for thrust. Pounding and slapping. His balls spanked my bottom. He let go of my knees and lowered his weight onto me. I wrapped my legs around his torso, our bodies pressed together, slick and hot. His moans crashed the silence.
My body lifted, like an elevator of pleasure. Upward, past each floor as I drew near…closer than ever to the awaiting arms. My body was stiff, a full feeling in my loins. My clit tingled and the sparks spread like warm honey into my legs.
“I want to cum with you wrapped around me, baby,” he urged.
The huskiness of his voice vibrated my body and it was all that I needed. I unraveled and exploded, climaxing in such a way that I wasn’t sure I’d ever return to earth. The spasms kept coming, distributing over my body until I lay under him, a thousand shattered pieces of me.
I knew he was close now. His body tightened. The muscles of his back rippled and he arched. A deep groan fell from his lips as he slammed into me.
I panted for my breaths, reeling myself in from the middle of the ocean. My thoughts were scattered. What we shared could only be described as dumbfounding, and even that didn’t do it justice.
He lay sprawled on top of me. I could feel the fast and heavy beating of his heart.
I didn’t disturb him. I liked this way too much.
Then he stirred, lifted himself on his elbows and looked down at me. His eyes were dark, but kind. His jaw loose. He gently kissed me on each cheek and then quickly on the mouth as he pulled out of me.
The condom sagged around his semi-flaccid rod. I propped myself on elbow and watched as he dragged the used sheath off him and tossed it into the nearby trashcan.
“Amazing,” I whispered.
“I’m glad.” His eyes were on me, so intense. He came back and stretched beside me. I dropped my cheek to his chest. My limbs were like jelly as I tossed my leg over his hips and an arm around his waist. I realized I was smiling.
I knew making love with Blaze would be different, but I had no clue just how so. I never realized I could be wound so tight and unravel so quickly. I was reminded of a top that spun and spun and then toppled to its side. The pleasure of orgasm after orgasm was so profound. He left his mark on me.“I hope you realize you aren’t just a fuck for me.”
Looking up at him, I saw the sincerity. He looked sexy with his tousled hair, dark eyes, and serious expression. “I believe you,” I whispered. Snuggling closer to his warm skin, I listened to the beating of his heart. His fingers massaged my head and I drifted in heaven.
“So, you want to do that again?” His husky voice vibrated his chest.
I lifted my head. “Can you, I mean, so fast?”
“Yes, baby, I can.” He clutched his erection in his hand.
He shifted and hovered above me, kissing my cheeks, my eyelids, and then lower across my jaw and neck. Spasms started between my legs. I was ready again too.
“You have a hold over me,” he whispered next to my ear.
I liked having a hold on him.
I was never one that needed or wanted power or control, but when a man like Blaze revealed that you have that kind of hold, how could I feel anything but pure pleasure.
“Roll over. I want to see and touch all of you.”
The obstruction in my throat came back. “What?”
“I’ve kissed every part of your beautiful front. I want to do the same on the other side. A body like yours deserves attention everywhere.”
Apprehension rolled through me, but I didn’t argue. I turned over onto my stomach, a little self-conscious. I wasn’t in bad shape, thanks to Pilates, but I supposed every woman felt somewhat insecure having a man look at her bottom this close for the first time. But when he smoothed his fingers across my ass, I forgot about my inner shy girl and let the reserve disappear.
He trailed feathery light kisses along my shoulders, down my spine until he stopped at my waist. He swept his tongue across my tailbone and I shivered. Goosebumps scattered my flesh. “Blaze…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I-I’m not sure—”
“Don’t think, baby. Just feel. Should I blindfold you?”
Blindfold? I hadn’t ever thought of being blindfolded. I couldn’t say I was opposed to the thought. My inner thighs quaked in excitement. “I don’t know.”
“Uh-oh. You’re thinking again.”
I jerked when the material of his T-shirt came around my forehead and across my eyes. The cotton tightened and things took on a whole new perspective. I became fully aware that he clutched my hips and the crisp hairs on his body rubbed my sensitive skin. His erection smacked my bottom and I squealed in delight. I started to reach for the material that blinded me, but his fingers encircled my wrist. “Behave, Miss Rose, or I’ll find a rope too.”
Why did I find his threat sexy? What was wrong with me?
He blew across my skin and I trembled in need. His knees moved between mine, spreading my legs wider. He glided a hand behind my knee, tickling the delicate skin. I buried my face into the pillow to muffle my laughter, which quickly fizzled when his fingers traveled upward, gently flicking.
“You have a nice ass. Of course, I’ve told you that before.” His husky voice made my heart skip a beat.
I shouldn’t be so easily flattered, but my ego certainly wasn’t bruised.
His fingers followed the seam of my backdoor
slowly, then slipping over my moist lips. “I know what you like.” His words held promise. He reached my clitoris, circling the gem, flicking and rolling the pad of his finger along the nub. The pillow stifled my moan. “Yes, baby. Grind that ass.”
He slipped a finger inside of me and my hips took on a dance on their own accord. I was no longer in control as my body reacted. He joined another digit with the first, pumping and thrusting, stretching my walls. I grew wetter. Hotter. Adrenaline made my blood boil. I lifted my hips, meeting his knuckles with each thrust. The blindfold was a bittersweet intrusion. I wanted to see him, and yet I focused on the pleasure rushing through my loins.
“Ooh…I think I’ve reached your button.” His voice tingled my eardrum. His fingers were still inside of me and his thumb stroked my clit. He continued to move, strumming my libido. In and out. Rubbing and circling until my head spun.
My heart pounded in my chest, skipping beats. A fire unleashed inside of me and I knew I’d do anything he asked. I was his for the taking.
“That’s a nice pussy. Tight and wet for me.”
My bottom lip quivered. I was close to orgasm…lingering near the precipice.
I started for the blindfold again, but as expected, he caught my hand. “Not yet. I want you to concentrate on the feeling of my hands on you. How I feel when I fill you completely.”
He withdrew his fingers from my body. The void disappointed me, but I didn’t have to wait long. His thumb touched my back portal, caressing the virgin opening. I relaxed into the mattress, my ass high in the air. I’d never been touched here. He slipped the tip of his finger inside. Tingles rushed along the passage and the slight pain quickly eased into pleasure.
I needed more of him. I needed him inside of me.
“I want you inside of my mouth.” My voice was raspy.
I lowered to my stomach and I heard the springs popping in the bed as he shifted. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
Without any hesitation, I opened wide, pleased when he slipped his erection between my lips. The salty taste of him was an aphrodisiac. I ran my tongue around his head, hearing the deep moans rumbling from him. I sucked harder, faster, using one hand to pump him at the same time. Moving lower, I grasped his tight balls, rolling them in my palm, testing if he liked me doing this. His pants became heavier…he definitely liked my touch.
“Yessss!” The word ripped from his chest. His fingers entwined in my hair, pulling and tugging, his hips moving in rhythm. I took him as far as I could, deep in the back of my throat. “Stop or I’ll come in your mouth. And I want your pussy.”
I slipped my mouth from him and laid back. “Yes, Blaze.”
“On your stomach again. I’m taking you from behind.”
I questioned what he meant by ‘behind’. Yet I didn’t hesitate. This was unnerving, but erotic as hell. I didn’t want it to stop, and yet I wanted release.
His fingers were between my legs again, sliding between my lips, priming me for his taking. I lifted my hips wide, opening them, giving him ample space. “Now Blaze! Now!” I practically screamed.
I heard paper tearing, followed by the snapping of rubber. His condom was in place.
“Are you ready, baby?” He clutched my ass in his palms.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
In one swift move, he sunk himself inside of me, stretching my body. His fingers were on the T-shirt, untying it and dragging it off my eyes. I looked over my shoulder, watching his profile. His eyes were closed. His face wrinkled and his mouth slightly open as if he moved toward a bittersweet abyss. It was the sexiest expression ever. The tingles grew heavier in my body.
He leaned over me, pressing my body against the bed, but not losing the connection between our bodies. His weight grew heavier, but the feeling of him caging me was erotic. He continued to move inside of me, stretching and filling, rotating his hips in a signature move that had my head reeling.
Wow…I didn’t know he could reach all of those parts inside of me.
My body screamed for release, like a rubber band pulled tight and ready to snap. I craved freedom from the built up need.
“Never forget this, baby. Never forget what we’re like together. I want to leave my memory embedded in you…in your heart and mind.”
I would never forget this…or him. It wouldn’t be possible. A million years could pass and I’d still have his brand scorched in me.
That scared me. Yet it exhilarated me.
He increased the rhythm as his muscles stiffened. My insides started to quake.
“Let’s do this together,” he moaned.
He slid his hand between my stomach and the bed, finding my clit. With the pressure of his erection inside of me and the force of his hand on the other side, I quickly lost myself in the feeling. Tingles burst between my legs, releasing a fire like none other. My walls tensed and I cried out. In the next instant, he collapsed on me, his breathing heavy against my shoulder. We lay there for the longest time, neither of us moving. I had as much strength as a wet noodle and I was more than happy to stay still.
He shifted off me and I continued to stay motionless, glad when he joined me again, snuggling up next to me. No words were needed. We were cuddling, all seemed right.
I’d never have believed that big, bad Blaze was a cuddler.
****
Blaze listened to the gentle breathing, feeling Rena’s chest rise and fall.
When it came to her, he had no control. And he didn’t give a shit!
Could he convince her to stay with him?
She didn’t want this life. She didn’t want a man who wore leather and rode a Harley.
His chest hitched. He wanted her so badly, he could taste the desire. Yet, temporarily wouldn’t do
She judged him by everything Diesel did years ago Shit! He was nothing like Diesel. She had to know that, and he believed she did. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have given herself so freely to him.
Tomorrow they would visit Belleview Park and see who this Abigail Brewer happened to be. Blaze wasn’t a fearful man, but a part of him grew terrified now. Not for himself, but for Rena. He didn’t doubt for a minute that Diesel had conned someone, or a deal went sour and that’s how he had so much cash on him. Blaze didn’t trust anyone at this point. He had to protect Rena and that made everyone an enemy.
He swiped his palm down his face.
If it wasn’t Digger who put the bullet in Diesel’s head, who did? And who else would have something to gain from it?
Money. Green could turn anyone into a greedy son of a bitch.
And a snake lurked in the mist. Blaze could feel it coming.
He wanted to convince Rena to stay here and let him go alone to investigate the address, but that wouldn’t work. She couldn’t be here without him, and he sure as hell wouldn’t let her out of his sight. He could ask one of the members to go with them, but that wouldn’t work either. For the first time in his life, he didn’t trust even his own brothers.
That made him sick.
They’d sworn to watch each other’s back through hell and high water.
But look what happened to Diesel. He’d changed. He’d been willing to give up his brothers for his materialistic need.
Blaze couldn’t understand why Diesel needed money. Over the years while they were partners at the shop, they’d made a good living. In fact, Blaze, too, had a good savings built up. Enough that he didn’t have to worry about money. Part of the cash Diesel had in the box could have been from the shop, but what about the rest of the green? Blaze realized long ago Diesel had gotten himself involved in illegal shit. Peterson had the proof and was attempting to use it against all of the Wings’ members.
Blaze felt sorry for Diesel…almost. The man had chosen his path. He put everyone in danger, even dragging Rena into this bullshit.
Rena mumbled and shifted, but Blaze didn’t remove his arm draped over her waist. He wanted to keep her close. He’d thought about this a hundred times over the last three
years, and he didn’t want it to end too quickly. He wasn’t sure what would happen after tomorrow. Would she even consider being with him in a committed relationship?
What would she expect of him?
He inhaled the scent of her hair. She smelled good. Like cherry cobbler. She felt even better. Paradise lying in his arms. This was the closest one could get to heaven on earth.
No other woman could come close to making him feel as satisfied as Rena. Blaze’s dad told him once that a man knew when he’d met his soul mate—he didn’t know where he ended and his woman began. Rena mingled with him. He couldn’t see an end, only a beginning.
He smiled. His father’s words were true. Other women were a means to an end. Rena seeped into his blood, had become his lifeline. She was a poison in his body that would kill him if he walked away.
Being vulnerable never suited him. He didn’t like being out of control, but he didn’t mind the hold she had on him.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he yawned. He needed sleep. The few winks he’d managed in the last few days weren’t enough and his body demanded more. He’d think about his future tomorrow.
Pulling open the drawer on the nightstand, he made sure his gun was handy. One could never be safe enough.
CHAPTER NINE
I checked myself in the mirror. I had a new glow to my skin and I decided not to cover it up with makeup. My eyes were brighter and I swore my heart expanded. I once read, “The path to the fountain of youth is paved with lots of sex.” I couldn’t remember where I’d read the statement, but I could deny the truth.
Thanks to Blaze, I felt new. I felt whole again.
However, there were nagging issues I couldn’t ignore. This, whatever ‘this’ was, couldn’t last. Blaze and I had boundaries, limitations that needed addressed before we went any further—especially before we had sex again.
Blaze belonged to Wings of Steel. The MC was in his blood, and it made him tick. He’d never give up his brotherhood for me, and I wasn’t sure I could let him, even if he wanted to leave. I loved him enough to want his best interest.
What would happen today?
They were on a goose chase to find a strange woman named Abigail Brewer.
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