Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2

by Marie, Jordan

  “Oh, Annie, that wasn’t making love, that was fucking. He fucked her. Say it.”

  “He fucked her…”

  “We have a problem though, sweet Annie.”

  “Why am I Peaches sometimes and Annie others?” She asks out of the blue, and I think to dodge what she knows is coming next. She’s cute.

  “Because you’ve been named Peaches by the club, but you’re my Annie. That’s why when I’m eating you out I only use Annie. When I’m not fucking you or eating you? You can be both to me. But no other motherfucker better say your name from here out. It’s mine.”

  She remains silent, shifting in the seat. It doesn’t escape my attention how she bucks against my hand, wanting more.

  “Sabre, I need…”

  “Sorry, baby. That can’t happen, you were a bad girl.”

  “But…you told me to watch it. I never would have…”

  “I don’t mean that Annie. I mean you didn’t have permission to make yourself come. Your pussy belongs to me now. No one makes that pussy come but me or unless they have permission from me.”

  “Explain again why I like the things you do to me?”

  “Because there’s a wild woman inside of you, sweet Annie, and you like her. Now, I’m afraid you’re going to have to be punished.”

  “Punished?” she questions, and I can hear the fear in her voice and really wish her fucking father was closer. I pull off to the side of the road then put my hand under her chin and pull her closer. I make sure our eyes connect; I need her to understand this.

  “I would never hurt you, Annie. You’re important to me. The more time I spend with you, the more I want. You get that, right?”

  “Yes, I feel the same, Sabre…”

  “Ultimately, when I punish you, it will be to teach you what pleases me, but it will also be about teaching you what brings you pleasure. You understand?”

  “Not completely, but I think I get the gist.”

  I kiss her forehead. “Trust me, Annie. Eventually, you might just seek out punishment from me.”

  “What is my punishment now?”

  “The video I sent you? Did you watch as she sucked on that man’s cock?”

  “Yeah…”

  “You’re going to suck me off just like that, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll come in your mouth and not all over your face like I want to.”

  “I…I’ve never done that. What if I disappoint you?”

  “Sweetheart, nothing you could possibly do will disappoint me. Take your time, experiment, learn what I like. You will figure it out.”

  She looks at me and nods with a slight smile. Innocent, pure, eager to please, and fucking hot as hell—that’s my Annie.

  “I’ll do it as soon as we get home.”

  “That’s not going to work for me, sweetheart. You’re going to suck me right now,” I tell her, unbuckling my jeans and releasing the button and zipper. My aching, hard cock springs out; the head already moist and ready for action. “Now angle yourself so the steering wheel isn’t in the way and show me what you learned from the video,” I instruct her. She looks out the windows and back at me.

  “Sabre, anyone can see us…”

  “I guess you better use that sweet mouth to keep my cock all covered then. Now do it.”

  She slides her glasses off and puts them in her purse. She takes off the pink sweater she has over the tight little camisole and puts that to the side. Annie has no fucking idea right now how sexy she is, but damn, I can already feel my balls tighten. She slides down the seat so she can reach my dick easily, and I stop her right before her lips reach my cock. I hear her huff of frustration and I’m right there with her, but there’s one more thing I need.

  “Take your hair down, Annie.”

  She doesn’t even question me and I want to growl in victory. She reaches up and undoes the complicated knot and silky strands of blonde fall down over her shoulders. Hot as fuck, and all mine. She bends her head down and I wrap my hand in that thick, beautiful hair. Her hand grips my cock gently, and I smile. Eventually, I’ll teach her that she won’t hurt me, but we don’t have the time or the room right now. I pull out on the road and she hesitates. I think she must see the need in my eyes though because the next thing I feel is her sweet, little tongue sliding along my cock. I groan in response. Her tongue slides down my shaft and teases my balls.

  “Fuck, yeah baby, suck it in your mouth…” I groan, keeping my eyes on the road but wishing I could watch her. Shit, I may have to pull over and finish this. She trails her tongue back up my cock and then it darts along the head, picking up the pre-cum that has leaked out. The next thing I know, she swallows my cock down. My hand tightens in her hair harder in reflex. Had we been together longer, if she knew more, I’d fuck her mouth hard and take what I want. We’ll get there slowly because I’m not letting her go. Ever. I pull up to a traffic light and say a small thanks that it is red so I can watch her.

  She is sliding those sweet lips up and down on my cock, her hand is wrapped tight around the base and her tongue is teasing me and I know I’m going to blow soon. Annie must notice that we’ve stopped moving because she releases my cock with a soft popping noise and looks up at me. Her lips are swollen and wet, her eyes are smoky like they always get when she needs to come, and what hair is not in my grasp is in disarray around her face. She looks out my window and there’s a man sitting beside us, looking in my window.

  “Sabre,” she whispers like it’s a dirty secret. “There’s a man in the passenger side of that car watching us.”

  I roll my window down and smile at her. “Then I guess you better give him a good show so he goes home and works his woman over real good.”

  I’m not sure what I had expected. It was a test and sweet Annie, she passed with flying colors because she groans and takes my entire cock in her mouth while massaging my balls.

  “That’s it baby suck that cock. Suck it good and when we get home, I’ll fuck you until you can’t move,” I growl.

  She proceeds to do just that. Sweet Annie. I was right. She’s got everything to make the perfect ole’ lady. My ole’ lady.

  Chapter 10

  Annie

  I want to scream. I really want to scream.

  I’m sitting up, trying to fix my hair, but it’s useless. I don’t even care, really. I’m so turned on at this point, I’m about to scream. I need Sabre. He’s like a drug I’m definitely addicted to and my entire system is craving more. I still have the taste of him in my mouth. I’ve heard women don’t like it. The taste is too acidic or bitter, but I love Sabre’s taste. I love knowing I brought him to that point all on my own, and I want more. He promised he was going to make love to me until I couldn’t move, and I want him to make good on that promise. Well, he said fucking. I suppose that’s what it is, but for me…it’s making love. I know I’ve only known him a week. I let him claim me after one day, and I have zero experience with men to know how Sabre really feels about me. None of that matters. I know in my heart that Sabre is what I need in my life. He makes me happy, that’s true, but the real truth is that with him, I feel like I am finally alive for the first time in my life. He makes me feel real, instead of just a shadow. I’ve been nothing but a shadow my whole life.

  He pulls into my driveway and my heart is beating out of my chest. He’s out and pulling me through the door before I can even blink. Picking me up in his strong arms, I squeal with a laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips bump together clumsily, teeth clashing for a minute before he hits that spot where we get in sync and then our tongues are at war with each other. I slip one hand under his t-shirt, caressing the warm, soft skin. I let my nails graze him, applying slight pressure so he can feel me there; know that I need him. I push his shirt up and turn in his arms enough to get my head angled so I can lick his nipple in my mouth. I bite down on the little nub, capture it between my teeth while using my tongue to play with it.

  Sabre groans, I feel his leg thrust up against my ass to
brace me and I’m pushed against the wall of the outside of my house. Sabre’s rummaging around for keys in his pocket, I think. I can’t really tell unless I stop what I’m doing, and I don’t want to. This past week with Sabre has been amazing, but I need and want more. I’m ready.

  “Goddamn it, I am too! I just can’t find the fucking key,” Sabre groans as I suck harder on his nipple. I use my fingers to tease his other nipple, at the same time that I’m torturing the one in my mouth. I didn’t even realize I had said the words out loud. “Annie, if you don’t stop, I’m fucking you against the wall of the house.”

  “Yes, or fuck me from behind like in the film, Sabre. Bend me over the banister and make me yours,” I urge him, my body on fire. I can’t control my words, I don’t try. I’m safe with Sabre and I’m not the preacher’s daughter, afraid of her shadow. I’m a woman. I’m Sabre’s woman.

  I hear keys hit the porch. The sound of them falling makes me happy. Then Sabre has me standing, my legs unsteady, but I ignore them. I drop down to my knees, thankful I didn’t button his pants back up and unzip him. We’re out in the open and I should care, but I love it. The idea that any minute someone could see us excites me even more. I take his cock out and hold it in my hand. I look up at Sabre before I go further, wanting to see his eyes—to know I’m giving him what he wants. He’s taken his leather cut off, the one that has his club’s insignia on it and has it draped over the banister. I whimper as he takes my hair in his grasp and roughly pulls it to arch my head. Now it’s him in control, and I love every minute of it. He removes my hand from his cock and guides it to my lips, slanting my head just the way he wants me. He’s not gentle, and it’s so hot. He was right I think, I am wild inside and need him to let that out of me. He moves his cock along my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. He pulls me up by my hair so I have to stretch from my knees. I brace myself on his hips as he leans down to meet me.

  “You’re going to suck my cock, Annie. Suck it like you are dying for it and show me just how bad you need to be fucked,” he growls, and it is growling, in the truest sense of the word. It’s also hot and just ramps up my excitement.

  I don’t see a problem with that. I am dying for it, if he’d just let me go, I’d show him….

  “First, I want to taste myself on your lips,” he says before giving me the hottest, wettest kiss he’s ever given me. He devours my lips in his mouth, licking, sucking, and plundering them. When we break away, I gasp and then instantly turn my attention back to his cock.

  I take him to the back of my throat and try to relax the muscles there, to take him further. I want all of him, but he seems wider, harder than he was in the car. I use my hand to roll his balls around, concentrating so much on what I’m doing that I don’t hear the roar in the background. I should have, but I’m too far gone into the place that making love with Sabre always sends me. His hands tighten in my hair, the pressure and sting of his rough hold is delicious.

  Finally, I get his whole cock in my mouth and I know it’s not just my imagination; he is bigger. I’m too much of a novice to know if that’s possible, but I know how he feels in my mouth and I almost can’t fit him. I hum against his cock and I want to give him what he wants from me, but I can’t. I don’t get the chance because he takes over. He doesn’t ask, he demands. He uses his hold on me to push me up and down on his cock. Why does that excite me even more? I do my best to give him what he wants but he stops and pulls me away.

  “Sabre, please, I need it,” I whine, sounding like a child being denied her favorite treat—because I am, damn it!

  “Well, hello there querida, and here I was wondering why I caught my man with his pants down.”

  I look up to see a rough biker looking over the railing at us. He’s got dark hair and darker eyes. He looks worn and sad, even if there is laughter in his eyes. He’s not pretty or poster-sexy like Sabre, but he’s dangerous and there’s something about him just the same. I decide all that in a matter of seconds because I’m too busy wanting to die of shame.

  Sabre releases my hair and I slide away from him. I look up at him almost afraid of what I’ll see. He gives me a tight smile, tucking his cock back inside his pants even though it’s really too big to fit comfortably. I have the strangest urge to kiss it against the now zipped jeans since I can see the outline perfectly. I ignore the voice of caution and do it. I mean they’ve already seen what was happening. My face may be beet red, but I’m going to ignore it. Sabre’s hand comes down and pets the side of my head gently. It feels like a reward. Maybe that’s why Brittany, my cat, always wants me to pet her. Because right there, even with other people around, I think I might be the happiest woman around.

  Sabre helps me to my feet, pulls me close to him, and tucks my head under his chin. I bury my head in his chest and hug him tight.

  “What the hell do you guys want?” He says and I bury my head more, partly from embarrassment—okay, mostly from that. Still, I like the feel of being surrounded by him, I like the smell of him, I like everything about being in his arms.

  “Aw, hermano! Do you not wish to introduce me to your new plaything?” The other man asks, and I want to disappear. I even think my heart hurts. I don’t want to be a plaything. I’ve been fooling myself, I guess. I thought I was more.

  “She’s not a toy, Pres. Annie here is my ole’ lady.”

  Everyone around us goes quiet. I pull back to look into Sabre’s eyes. I’m not sure what the distinction is, but it feels important. It feels momentous. I want to savor it. To soak it in. I can’t, though, because it hits me that over the past week, Sabre has explained how important his club is to him. He’s told me how they are his family. He just basically made us a couple, and soon, I’m going to jump and scream and dance like a little girl over that. I want to scream it from the roof, but what is making me want to completely die of mortification is that I just met his President while on my knees sucking my man’s cock.

  I wanted to be Sabre’s wild Annie. I wasn’t exactly going for slut Annie. Crap.

  Chapter 11

  Sabre

  Cock-blocked by my own fucking club. Hell, when did getting inside a woman’s pussy take an act of Congress?

  I doubt Annie realizes the importance of what I just did, but the boys do. Now, if they’d just fucking leave. From the look on Skull’s face, that’s going to happen. If a man could go stark raving mad from lack of pussy and being teased to death, I am there. I am so fucking there. With a sigh, I let go of Annie and reach over and get my cut, putting it back on.

  “What’s up?”

  “Donahue brothers,” Skull answers wearing that and the haunted look again. I have an instant gut check moment. There’s not a brother among us that doesn’t grieve for the loss of Beth. There’s not a brother who doesn’t know the effect it’s had on our president. Skull is a different man.

  “Where we headed?” I ask, knowing now why all the brothers showed up on their bikes.

  “Paradise Ridge,” Skull says and my lips firm up in disgust. Paradise Ridge is a spot on the back of a mountain where Tennessee and Georgia meet. It used to be a place where teenagers would park and make out, gaining it the name Paradise Ridge because many a cherry was popped there. The Donahue brothers claimed it not long after they took over as head of the Irish faction in Georgia, and it’s since become a place where bodies are buried and disposed of. “Who called the meeting?” I ask, my mind already turning from Annie to the long ride ahead of us.

  “Colin,” Skull says and that one name from his lips contains so much hate that it chills the air around us.

  “Right. I’m ready. Let me say goodbye to my woman and I’ll get my bike out of the garage.” I had moved my bike and other things to Annie’s in the past week. She’s never said a word in protest, and I’ve known from that first sweet taste of her that I wasn’t going anywhere. She’s the one. Now, if I could just finally claim her completely, I’d be a happy fucking man.

  “It was nice meeting you, querida. I am s
ure we will be seeing you around the club soon. Si?” Skull says and gives her a smile. Hell, even his smile is still cold. I look to Annie to see how she reacts. Damn, she’s beautiful. Her hair is all messed up, her lips swollen, her nipples are poking through that silky little top she has on, and her pale skin sparkles in the sun. I’m a lucky bastard. She’s got her hands wrapped around herself in a defensive gesture, but all it really does is point out the fact that’s she’s horny. A beautiful thing to behold for sure, but as I look around and see that all the brothers are watching, especially that motherfucker, Torch, I take the one step to her and block her with my body.

  “You are looking fucking hot, Annie. But if your nipples get any harder, every man around here is going to fall on you. Maybe you should go inside.”

  She inhales and her cheeks blush even darker. She starts to pull away and I stop her. “I’ll be gone for a couple days. I’m going to send one of my brother’s out here to check in on you and make sure you’re safe. Try not to get him twisted up in knots over you, yeah?”

  “Sabre! I would never do that, I can’t believe…”

  I stop her tirade with a hot kiss, not giving her time to respond, just devouring her and letting my tongue pillage every part of her mouth. I can still taste my flavor on her and my damn balls seem to pulse with the need to come. My lips break from her mouth and kiss up her cheekbone and down into the valley of her neck before finally ending at her ear.

  “You don’t have to do a goddamn thing sweetheart, just the look of you is enough to make a man come. I’m a lucky bastard, and I know it. I just want those other men to know you’re mine, too. Got it?”

  I pull back away and she gives me this sexy smile and even I can tell she’s happy. Mission accomplished.

  “Be safe, please?”

  I nod, satisfied with her reaction. She could have asked a million questions, she could have demanded to know what was going on. Her not doing so is just another sign that she will fit into club life perfectly. I’ve made a great decision, which is good because I’m starting to really care about this woman. I’ve always known from my first look that no other woman would ever compare. Now, I’m starting to think it’s even more.