Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2

by Marie, Jordan

  “What if they see? What if that thing…”

  “Plug?”

  “What if it falls out?”

  His head dives down into the side of my neck where it meets the shoulder. His beard is so soft and it scratches against my neck, adding yet another layer of excitement to the way his tongue licks against the pulse of my neck. His lips ever so slowly move up my neck to my ear.

  “I told you, sweetness. It’s going nowhere. It will stay right there. In fact, when we leave here…” he whispers, his tongue sliding around the shell of my ear. His teeth capture the lobe and gently start to gnaw.

  “Yes?” I ask, my body already on fire for him. Hell, I’m probably leaving a wet spot on his clothes.

  “When we leave here,” he repeats, still torturing my ear and sending hot sensations of need through my body, “I’m going to lay you down, and I’m going to slide my cock into your wet little pussy… and it will stay right there.”

  “Jesus.”

  “It will be like having two cocks inside of you at the same time, my naughty little Katie. You’ll feel so full while I’m fucking you, you’ll think your body is going to explode.”

  “Hunter…” I whimper needing him to stop teasing me with his words. “Let’s go now,” I beg.

  “Anticipation, Katie. Trust me. It will be more than worth the wait,” he assures me, carrying me back to the table.

  “If you take me home now, I’ll suck your cock all the way down my throat. You can even pull out and come all over my face, just like you’ve been dying to do.”

  “How do you know I’ve been wanting that?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.

  “Because I’m not the only dirty one in this relationship, Hunter,” I tell him with a smile, just as we make it back to the table with him carefully helping me stand on my legs.

  He kisses me gently. “Later,” he promises against my lips.

  I hope I can wait for later.

  “Can’t you walk?” Angie’s hateful voice hits us the minute we get settled back in our seats.

  “I…” Katie starts, but I interrupt her.

  “I hurt Katie’s leg when we were house shopping.”

  “House shopping?” Angie repeats while Katie’s hands bite into my leg. “But you live at the club?”

  “Yes, but now that I have Katie, that has to change,” I tell Angie, turning to look at Katie. Her eyes are wide, and I see the fear there, but I also see something else. I bring my hand to the side of her face, pulling her eyes up to mine. “We can’t live at the club when the babies come. I want room for them to play.” I watch as Katie shifts nervously, her muscles tightening. “We’ll need plenty of room because I want our kids to be close to their nieces and nephews.”

  “Hunter…” Katie says, her nails biting into my arm.

  “What? You said you’d never settle down!” Angie hisses.

  “That’s was before I met Katie. She’s special. Things change when you fall in love.”

  Katie’s eyes go large, and I can see so many different things charging through her. I kiss her lips soundly, pushing my tongue into her mouth to claim her while my hand tilts her head to get a better angle. Katie doesn’t join in at first, but then her tongue finds mine and they dance. The kiss is charged with emotion and unspoken words. She’s afraid to believe what I’m saying, and I know later she’ll write it off, but it’s true. I understand now what I didn’t before. I know why Skull fell so hard and fast for Beth. I know why Sabre and Latch are completely wrapped up in Annie. I understand it because Katie is my downfall. She’s it. The one. Now, I just have to keep Skull from going of the deep end and fucking it all up, keep Katie from running in fear, and make her believe that I’ll never hurt her. That should be simple enough.

  I pull away from the kiss when I hear Drake.

  “Damn man! Way to spring the news on a man! Congrats! I didn’t even know you were seeing someone steady. I have to say though, you seem like a hell of a woman, Katie.”

  Katie clears her throat and looks back at me before smiling at Drake. “Thanks,” she says, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Her cheeks are red and her lips are swollen. Beautiful.

  “Where are you from, Katie?” Drake asks as we start eating.

  “Montana, originally. My sister and I moved out this way with our parents when we were small.”

  “What does your father think about you hooking up with Torch?”

  “My father’s dead,” she answers bluntly. “I’m sure if he wasn’t, though, he’d want to kill him. Luckily, that just makes Torch more attractive.”

  Drake laughs, making Katie smile with that look on her face that drives me wild.

  “So you started dating Torch to get even with your father?” Angie asks.

  Before I can answer that, Katie sets her beer down and looks over at Angie. The look in her eyes would be enough to make a smart woman back off. I don’t think Angie’s that smart, but it’s kind of fun to watch Katie in action.

  “No. I had an itch. He was handy, and then, well… I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you how good Hunter is in bed.” She stops to look at me. “Actually, have we ever made it to the bed except to sleep?” she asks so sweetly I want to tan her ass.

  Drake laughs his ass off. Angie is pretty much speechless, which is good for her; she should definitely try to be that way more often. Me, I just want to grab my woman and fuck her right here on the table.

  “We have. Though, if you can’t remember, I’ll do my best to jog your memory later.”

  “Yay. Something to look forward to,” she says with a grin, popping a bite of steak in her mouth.

  Yep. Definitely want to fuck her.

  “Torch, old buddy, you have met your match.”

  “Tell me about it,” I say back to Drake with a grin.

  My heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest.

  I know Torch was probably just saying that stuff for Angie’s benefit, but it felt like he was talking to me. It felt like he was being dead serious. It scares me. No. It terrifies me. I don’t want that, do I? Why does it feel like part of me does? A large part?

  “You okay, sweetness?” he asks me sometime later. Drake and gag-me have moved out to the dance floor. She’s shaking her ass, bending down and touching her toes and sticking it up in everyone’s faces. I don’t see how Drake can be that clueless, but whatever.

  “Yeah, just thinking,” I tell him, trying to smile.

  “I’d say overthinking.”

  “No, not really. I mean, I know that what you said, you said because of—”

  “I said the parts that count because I meant them,” he says, his hand coming back to cup the side of my neck, his thumb brushing along my chin.

  “Okay.” I wonder what parts he thinks counts.

  “You’re overthinking, sweetness.”

  “Is that a fact?”

  “Mmm-hmm. I’m going to have to find a way to make you stop that.”

  “I miss your t-shirts,” I confess, running a hand over the buttoned up shirt he wears. I don’t know how a hot biker can manage to pull off slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, but he rocks it.

  He smiles. “You don’t say?”

  “Yeah. I wanted to see what you would come up with next.”

  “I’ll surprise you. Come here and give me those lips.”

  “I think I’ve given you too much lately.”

  “Is that right?” His face moves closer to mine. “I think you’re going to give me even more. I think you’re going to give me everything I want.” His hand moves up my leg.

  “Hunter.” I try to protest at about the same time his hand finds my pussy.

  “God, sweetness, you’re soaked for me.”

  I wrap my hand around his arm in a weak attempt to pull him away, but then his finger skates over my clit. I’m already on edge and, with just that little touch, I’m primed.

  “Let’s go home,” I tell him, unable to keep the pleading out of my voice. It
doesn’t even matter that I’m calling some hotel “home”. It’s a nice hotel, it’s a suite, and it’s close to a home. If I wasn’t missing Gabby and my sister so much, I’d be more than happy to stay there.

  He pushes a couple of his fingers inside of me, and I’m unable to tell him no. Right now, I just want more.

  “Do you feel the way your pussy squeezes around my fingers, sweetness?” he asks into my ear. “Do you see how fucking full you are with that plug? Look around. No one here would even imagine that you’re getting it in both holes right now. They have no idea that I’m finger-fucking you or that I’m about to make you come while they’re sitting there eating their dinner.”

  “Jesus, Hunter…”

  “Maybe I need to slide under the table and eat you. I bet my girl would like that, wouldn’t she? Tell me, would you come loudly even in a room full of people?”

  His words are more effective than any hands-on foreplay. They are enough to send me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm right there, just within grasp. That’s when Drake and gag-me come back to the table. My entire body tenses up and I expect Torch to remove his fingers, but he doesn’t. He keeps them lodged inside of me. He doesn’t really thrust them, but he does slide them around. I shift uncomfortably, hoping he’ll take the hint to remove them. Instead, his thumb pushes hard against my swollen clit.

  “Hey, you two. You want some dessert before we call it a night?” Drake asks, motioning for a waiter.

  “Actually, I could use a little taste of something sweet. What about you, sweetheart? Do you want something?” he asks, his face all innocent.

  I wonder what he’d do if I told him I did want something: to come. Knowing him, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

  “I could go for something,” I answer stupidly. It’s hard to think when he picks that moment to slide his fingers out of me and slide them over and over my clit. My dress is up to my hips now. I’m sitting across from Drake, who seems to be smiling a little too much. Gag-me is shooting daggers with her eyes. I feel like they know what’s going on and I’m praying they don’t look under the table. At the same time, I’m fast-approaching the point where I don’t give a fuck. Torch’s fingers are moving slowly over my clit, giving me a taste of what I want, but it’s not enough. I’m busy trying not to thrust my hips or move in a way that might give away what Torch is doing to me. I didn’t even realize he ordered cheesecake until he’s holding the spoon near my mouth.

  “Open up, sweetness,” he says, pushing the spoon to my lips. My eyes are locked on his as I take the spoon in my mouth and suck the small bite of cheesecake inside. Its flavor dissolves in my mouth, but I barely notice it. The sweet taste is nothing compared to the look in Torch’s eyes. That’s a look I could get drunk on. His fingers pick up their speed. I look around, scared that he’s giving us away. They have to know what he’s doing. Drake is talking to gag-me and they’re not really looking at us. I can’t believe it. It feels like everyone should be watching. I bite down on my lips as I feel my pussy quiver. Torch’s fingers move faster and faster over my clit in small circles, and upon the completion of each one, he pushes against my clit, pulling it to the side. My brain tries to keep up with the movement, but soon I can’t. I feel the fire flood through my system. I’m going to come.

  “More, Hunter. I want more.” And there’s no fucking way he could think I’m talking about the cheesecake.

  In answer, he takes my mouth and kisses me just as I feel my release. My hand bites into his side to keep from screaming. He swallows my cries. The kiss lasts until my orgasm has somewhat died down. My body still feels as if it is on a razor’s edge. I’m still primed for more, and nervous. When we break apart, Torch is smiling. It’s not a cocky smile, not really, but he’s happy.

  “Fuck me, if cheesecake did that to Angie, I’d keep that shit in the house,” Drake says, but I don’t turn and look at him.

  “Can we go home now?” I ask Torch.

  “Absolutely, sweetness,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.

  Finally.

  “Tell me, are you planning on making me wear one of these for the rest of my life?” Katie asks as I finish inserting the new plug, using the cloth to wipe the excess lube off my hands. This one is bigger, and she doesn’t know it yet, but what comes next has nothing to do with a toy. That isn’t what makes me smile, though. Hell no. What does that is how she automatically goes to “the rest of my life”. That’s different. Does she even know she’s linking us together long-term? I doubt it.

  I pull her skirt back down. This one is longer, falling to her knee. She bitched this morning when she couldn’t find any jeans. I have them hidden. What can I say? I like what I like. She stopped bitching after I showed her the advantages of wearing a skirt. After her third orgasm on my tongue, she was more than happy with me. I’m thinking this may be my way of dealing with Katie from here on out. It’s a solid plan. My genius is never fully appreciated. I flop back on the bed and Katie, who lies on her stomach, automatically puts her head on my chest. I can’t stop myself from running my fingers through her hair.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her.

  She looks up at me, her arm loosely draped around my waist. Those damn gray eyes grab ahold of me yet again. If she knew how deep she had her hooks in me, that fear I see in her eyes would disappear.

  “Don’t, Hunter,” she whispers.

  “Don’t what?” I ask, confused, my finger sliding down the bridge of her nose.

  “Don’t tell me lines. I don’t need them.”

  “You think because I’m telling you you’re beautiful that I’m automatically feeding you a line?”

  “Listen, you’re a player, I get that. But I don’t need the lines. You’ve already bagged me. For the time we have left, just—”

  “You need to shut the fuck up now, Katie.”

  I put a hand in her hair when she tries to pull away from me. That’s not happening, not after what’s gone down between us.

  “Weren’t you listening to me at dinner?”

  “Well, yeah, but—”

  “Katie, there’s no buts. I’m not playing here.”

  “C’mon, Torch. We barely know each other. We agreed, one week, and—”

  “Hunter.”

  She looks confused. “What?”

  “I’ve noticed. When you let down your guard, you call me Hunter. When you’re building up walls for me to break down or planning on saying something to piss me off, I’m Torch again. Let’s clear it up right now. To you, I am now and will always be Hunter. No more fucking walls, no more jumping through hoops. Just you and me.”

  “We barely know each other,” she repeats.

  I pull her face closer to mine. “I don’t give a fuck.”

  “Hunter, you have your club to look out for. Bethie explained to me how that works. I have my sister.”

  “You’re not listening to me, sweetness. I said I do not give a fuck.”

  “You’re being crazy,” she says. “There’s too much between us. It would make being together impossible.”

  “Do you care for me, Katie?”

  “You were a one-night stand.”

  “Do you care for me, Katie?” I ask again.

  “How are we ever supposed to make things work? I have to protect my sister, Hunter. I have to.”

  I won’t stop asking. “Do you care for me, Katie?”

  “Hunter…”

  “Answer my question.”

  “I don’t know how to do relationships!”

  “Katie,” I growl.

  “Yes!” she finally cries out. “Okay! Yes! I do! But … I have to put my sister and niece first, Hunter. Bethie risked everything for me. She saved me!”

  “Sweetness, I told you that, whatever happened, Skull was not involved. You said he had a traitor who helped set Beth up before. Is it too hard to think that person is the one who sent Beth that note?”

  “I’m not stupid. It occurred to me, to both of us. But, that
was Skull at the movies, that was Skull in that picture, and Colin told us that Skull was working with him because he wanted his daughter, that he would stop at nothing to get Gabriella back.”

  “And you can trust Colin? And not me?”

  “He had a recording of Skull swearing revenge.”

  My spine stiffens at this new bit of information. “You never mentioned this before.”

  “I was… Shit, Hunter, I’m not even sure I’m doing the right thing, talking to you now.”

  I rest my forehead against Katie’s. “I know it’s hard. I do. But I don’t want to walk away from this. I want more of you. I want all of you.”

  “If you’re playing me, Hunter, I will cut off your balls.”

  “I care about you. I don’t want to give you up, not ever. I don’t care if it’s been days, weeks, or months. I know that you’re it for me. Trust me, Katie. I won’t let you down.”

  My club always came first—until her. Katie is an obsession I can’t give up. An addiction I crave. She’s a fire deep inside, a beautiful flame that leaves me burned with a heat that I keep wanting over and over. I will find a way to make this work. I don’t have a choice because this woman is my future.

  Katie watches my face closely. I don’t even blink. I’ve laid it out. I have nothing to hide from her. She is my priority. Then, finally, she nods her head.

  “Tell me, Katie.”

  “Okay, Hunter. I don’t want to give you up, either.”

  Her voice shakes and I know how hard this decision was for her. I kiss her gently, conveying the hundreds of things I’ve told her and all the things I haven’t yet. I will make this work.

  I have to.

  “Hunter! Let’s get going, Romeo. Shake a leg!”

  “I’m coming! Geez, woman. I had to fix my hair. It takes time for this perfection,” he says, strutting out to the jeep.

  I can’t help but smile, watching him. It takes me ten minutes. Hell, he’s been primping for forty. I can’t say it wasn’t worth the wait, though, especially when I get a look at his latest t-shirt.

  “Seriously?” I ask him.