I undress, letting her watch it all. My hand strokes up and down my cock, my pre-cum already making it slick and wet. I lie down beside her, nibbling on the side of her neck. I make small bruises there. I know she likes it, and I need to mark her everywhere. I kiss a path down her chest, sucking on the pebbled nipple while my fingers play with the other. She gasps and her back comes off the bed from the sensation. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me harder against her. Delicious.
I let my hand drift to her sweet spot. She’s soaked. I fight back the urge to thrust inside of her. Instead, I let my fingers play. I start gently, massaging them back and forth in the slick, sweet excitement that’s gathered. I prime her clit, a combination of pushing and pulling that I know will get her where I need her to be. I’m dying to taste her again, but my dick will revolt at this point, not to mention my poor balls.
“Sabre…”
Her voice is vibrating with need. Her body thrusting and clenching my fingers, already. The fact that she can get this excited, this easily—is a gift. I kiss my way back to her neck, positioning myself over her.
“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” her eyes open slowly, so crystal blue and clear. She looks at me with all the trust in the world. I slide two fingers inside her pussy. Over the brief time we’ve been together I’ve been slowly stretching her, waiting for this day, but there’s only so much you can do with your hands. It’s almost a struggle to sink two fingers into her. Her muscles tighten instantly and she tries to ride them. I hold them still inside her, using my thumb to continue manipulating her clit. “So beautiful and all mine.”
“Sabre,” she gasps out as I begin to fuck her in earnest with my fingers, bringing her body quickly to the point of orgasm. I should be ashamed for not going slower, for not giving her the sweet, slow seduction she should have. She deserves all of that and more, but the truth is I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get inside of her.
I kiss along her darkened pink breast, sucking on the hardened nipple again and just as I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers, I bite down and pull with my teeth. My woman likes a little pain; I’m going to teach her to crave it. She has no idea just what her body is going to be searching for. The thought of being the one to give it to her is a rush like no other I’ve ever had in my life.
As she tumbles into her orgasm, her body shaking and calling out my name, I position my cock at her entrance. I watch as it all overtakes her. It’s a familiar sight. I never let a day go by that I haven’t given this to her, and usually much more than once a day, but somehow each time it just gets better.
“Annie,” I groan, my cock literally leaking to get inside of her and it takes all of the control that I’ve mastered over the years to keep from thrusting home. Her nails are biting into my back and her body is pushing up into my hand, riding it and taking every ounce of pleasure she can find. It’s beautiful, true, but I need her eyes. “Annie!” Her eyes snap to mine, hers are hazy and cloudy with pleasure. She’s flushed, her lips swollen and wet and my cock slides forward just so the tip sits inside of her—resting…waiting.
“Sabre…”
“Keep your eyes on me, Annie. This is going to hurt, but I promise you it will get better.”
“Please, Sabre. I want you,” she answers, even as her head goes back and another wave hits her.
My mouth crashes down against hers as I drink in her taste and swallow her cries. My cock slides deeper inside. It feels like a damn vise gripping my cock and squeezing it. I feel the thin wall that keeps me from sinking further. This is important. I will be Annie’s first man. Her first everything. I will fucking be her last, but then she will get that from me, too. I know I will never want another woman but Annie. Ever. With that thought ringing in my brain, I break away from her sweet lips. My mouth finds that soft juncture where her neck and shoulder meets, and I bite down and force my hard cock inside her body. She cries out, and I still. Her head is pressed into her pillow. The heels of her feet are shoved deep into the mattress and I’m balls deep inside of this beautiful creature—afraid to move.
Slowly, her eyes open and she looks at me.
“I’m yours now,” she whispers. My heart beats hard against my chest.
“You’ve always been mine, Annie. Since the day you were born. You were made for me,” I tell her starting my ride. She mews this sweet little sound and finds my rhythm and meets me thrust for thrust. My balls tighten and I feel the tingling zip down my spine; I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my life. Before I do, there’s one thing I need to do—one thing I need to give her.
“I love you, Annie. I love you. This seals it, sweetheart. You’re never getting away from me.”
“Love for a lifetime?” she asks, her nails moving down to my ass as she pulls at me, trying to get me deeper. Hell, my balls are pressed against her hot pussy now and wet with her sweet liquid.
“For several, Annie…for fucking ever,” I groan, riding her hard and losing myself in my own climax even as I feel her second one overtaking her, as my cum shoots inside of her. She clinches me so fucking tight, my eyes roll back in my head.
She’s everything…everything.
Chapter 14
Annie
Just when you think life is perfect, you find yourself standing in front of a rattlesnake and no weapon at hand.
I’ve officially been Sabre’s old lady for a month now and each day just gets better, and I’m not talking just sex—that is phenomenal, however. We make love constantly. Sabre is insatiable. It doesn’t matter where we’re at; he’s made love to me in the bathrooms at the local department store even. He doesn’t try to hold himself back, and I don’t want him to. He makes me feel desirable, sexy, and like I’m the only woman in the world who can satisfy him. I may have been a virgin at twenty-six, but I’m pretty sure that I’ve had more sex than any woman on the face of the Earth. In fact, life is so perfect I’ve almost forgotten about the one thing that could ruin it all for me. That was a mistake. I know that from the number that just showed up on my caller ID.
Sabre is at the club, he’s been dealing with some stuff; I’m not sure what, I don’t ask. I figure if Sabre wants me to know anything about the club he’ll tell me. As long as he’s safe, I’m okay. I’m doing laundry while Lucy is in the living room doing her homework. Latch is in the kitchen fixing a leaking faucet. They’ve become part of the family and are nearly always here. I love it, and I get the feeling that Sabre enjoys it, too—it makes him happy. I care for Latch, obviously not like I do Sabre, but still, I love him. He’s a good guy who has a lot on his plate. Sometimes I catch him looking at me and my stomach gets butterflies. Sabre says Latch is halfway in love with me, but it doesn’t seem to upset him. I figure it’s because he trusts both of us. He should, my heart belongs to him and always will.
The phone call stops all of my thoughts and happy feelings, though. I stare at the caller ID, wishing I could just ignore it.
“Hello, Uncle Carl.” My voice is straining.
“Annie, I think it’s time we had a talk.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a dinner party…”
“Find a way to make it happen. I’d hate to get your father involved. We both know what happens when you get out of hand.”
My stomach clenches. I’ve tried to block that out of my mind over the years. I was twenty-four and fresh out of college when I went on a date to the local football game. Kent Darby was a math teacher who asked me out and I agreed. I had met him a few times at school functions and football games; however, I didn’t know that he was married. If I had, I never would have agreed. We went out and after dinner, he took me to the local marina and parked. We started talking and it was a fun evening until he started touching me and pushing me to do more with him.
I was inexperienced because of my father, so I had pretty much steered away from men. That night was freeing; I liked it. It got intense; he ripped my shirt. I don’t think he meant to do it; I wasn’t exactly fighting him off, I was
curious. But, my door was ripped open and my father drug me out. My breasts were hanging out because my shirt had lace at the top and I didn’t wear a bra. When he saw me like that, he lost it. And when I say he lost it, I mean he went bonkers. He threw me to the ground and had two deacons from his church hold onto me. Then he went after Kent.
This is where Kent explained to my father that he was married, and I had seduced him. Lured him away by using sex. He was weak. The words blurred after that, as well as their faces because I was crying. What woman wouldn’t cry when she’s being discussed like she is to blame for the fall of the human race. After ten minutes of discussing how women were to blame for the fall of man, Kent left. That’s when my father began beating me. I passed out during the beating and woke up in my father’s church. The water in the baptistery had been drained. I was in a chair in the middle of it, tied up, surrounded by my father and three of his most trusted deacons. I was anointed with oil and struck repeatedly by a belt they had blessed. The goal, ultimately, was to show the demon inside of me that they would not allow him to stay. They kept me tied up for three days. My clothes were ripped from my body and I was roughly washed by them to purify me. I honestly thought I might die. Then Sheriff Richardson found me, somehow. He showed up and convinced my father and his crazy henchmen to free me. With the stipulation they let me go to Kentucky, where my Uncle Carl lived, or he would arrest them and continue investigating.
The deal made me mad. I kind of hated the sheriff, even if he had saved me. He could have done more, but when it was all said and done, I was just glad to get away.
“Do you hear me, girl? You ignore me and I will make sure your daddy…”
“I hear you. When?” I ask, once his voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Tonight. Seven o’clock. I happen to know for a fact that man you live with has been staying out late at night. So you don’t have an excuse. Meet me at the old Crossroads Church out on HWY 25. Get here and be alone, or else.”
He hangs up with that dire warning.
“What’s up, Peaches?” Latch asks me as I hang up the phone. I’m sure something in my face alerts him to what I’m feeling.
“It’s nothing,” I lie, trying to shake it off. I turn to go back into the laundry room, a thousand different thoughts swarming in my brain.
I make it back there and my body starts shaking as realization fully sinks in. I forgot, from the time I’ve been in Kentucky, just how much I am afraid to be back around my father. Even when I thought about going back home, I never meant it. I never wanted that. My past has left me feeling so insecure and unworthy, and it took Sabre to show me that I am not only normal, but I am exactly what he wants. I’m who I need to be. I don’t know what I believe about the next world, but I do believe that Sabre and I are meant to be together—that we are made for each other. I don’t care if that does make me sound like a Pollyanna.
I stiffen when I feel arms come around me. For a split second, I think Sabre has come home, but it’s Latch.
“What’s wrong, Peaches? Talk to me, honey.”
“That was my uncle. He wants to meet with me.”
“Absolutely not. Sabre told me about your family. He’d shit a brick if he knew you even talked to one of the motherfuckers.”
Even in my fear, I laugh at Latch’s reply. “I need to meet with him, if I don’t, he won’t stop. It’d be best to attack this head on and try to avert disaster. If my father comes here, Sabre will kill him.”
“Then the sorry bastard needs to be killed.”
“Latch, I need to…”
“I’ll call Sabre.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he has his phone out. This won’t go well.
“Damn it!” Latch says, hanging up the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Shaft says Sabre and the other members are at the old packing plant in a meeting; there’s zero cell service out that way.”
“It’s okay, we can all talk tonight,” I lie. I’m not going to tell him. I’m going to find a way to deal with this before my family takes my happiness from me. I can’t let that happen. I do not want my father anywhere near the state of Kentucky.
* * *
I worry all evening about how I am going to get away from Latch. In the end, Lucy makes my job easy. She had forgotten her coach called a dance rehearsal, and Latch had to drive her to the school. By the time she tells him, he doesn’t have time to get Keys to come out, and I somehow convince him I’ll be fine. I give it five minutes after he leaves, get in my vehicle and drive out to the old church.
There is a car parked outside, and one lone light shines from the frosted green glass window. My hands are shaking and my heart pounding, but I do my best to tap my fear down and head inside. I open the door and look around. At first I don’t see anything, and then from the darkened entryway to another room comes my worst nightmare. It isn’t my uncle at all. It is my father. I turn to run back to my car, but I’m trapped by my uncle.
“Daughter, I hear you’ve taken up your old ways. Jezebel. Did I not warn you what would happen if you didn’t repent your transgressions? All my hard work and you’ve let the demons overtake you once again. Don’t worry, I know exactly how to save you from your transgressions.”
Chapter 15
Sabre
I always aim for my enemies’ weaknesses. I’m just not used to having my own.
Skull thought we should give Dragon’s crew a heads up about the Donahue Brothers, so for the past hour we’ve been talking with the Savage Brothers. I barely make it out of the plant’s door before Latch’s old truck comes zooming up the parking lot. Only one thing would make him drive that way. My heart stalls.
“Son of a bitch, Sabre. I told the damn woman to sit still. I was only gone for thirty minutes,” he starts.
“Where is Annie?”
“I don’t know, man. I got back to the house and she was gone. I had to take Lucy for her dance practice. It was thirty minutes, tops!”
“Was there signs of a struggle? Any idea who might have gotten her?” I ask, trying to fight through the panic. If anything were to happen to Annie…
“I don’t think anyone did, her car’s gone. I think she left to meet that fucking uncle. He called and she seemed real upset. I tried to call you but cell signal is shit out here. Then Lucy had practice. Fucking hell, I’m sure she went to meet him.”
“Where at?” I ask already getting on my bike.
“That’s just it, I don’t know.”
I holler at the rest of the club which are standing to the side talking to Dragon and Dancer, “Torch! My woman’s in trouble. Check the GPS coordinates on that tracker you put in her car and call me. Like yesterday.”
“On it!” He calls, already on his bike. The sound of pipes echoes in the air, as my brothers jump on their rides. I’m already on the road, though. Torch will call as soon as signal pops in so he can get the coordinates from his cell. I’ve got to keep my shit together long enough to save my woman. I don’t know what the uncle has planned, but after hearing Annie tell me what her motherfucking father did to her before she fled to Kentucky, I figure it’s not good.
It’s about ten minutes, the single most torture-filled ten minutes I’ve ever endured before Torch finally calls me. I get the directions, push down the throttle, and pray nothing has happened to her.
* * *
I barely let my bike come to a stop before I’m off of it. I’m running to the damn door and not giving one fuck about my back. I’ve got my club with me that can watch it, but I can deal with these miserable fucks on my own. I’ll make them regret the day they were ever born.
What greets my eyes when I open the door is the last thing I expected. It will be something I tell my grandkids about, and I do plan on having grandkids. In fact, just seeing my woman right now makes me long to have children with her. Children that will be strong, sassy, and beautiful, just like their momma.
Annie is standing over her father scr
eaming at him. I know it’s him from the things she’s yelling. He’s unconscious, his eyes are swollen, red and wet. She’s also hog-tied him with duct tape. She’s giving him down the road and telling him what a sad fuck he truly is. Though not said in those words, the message is still there. The uncle isn’t unconscious, but his eyes are also red, swollen and he’s crying profusely. He’s also been hog-tied.
“Annie, what the hell?” I ask flabbergasted that somehow my woman managed to stop two grown men from hurting her. I’m glad and I’m proud as hell. I’m just not sure I understand it all.
“I…Sabre?” She questions, stopping mid-tirade to answer me.
“What’s going on here? How did you do this?”
“I’m not stupid, Sabre. I didn’t show up here without my stun gun and mace. How did you find out where I was?”
“I never called you stupid, woman, but I’m starting to think I need to sleep with one eye open,” I joke, my heart definitely feeling lighter now that I know she’s okay.
“Very funny, Sabre.”
“I try, now would you mind telling me what these two assholes were trying to do to you?” I ask, even though I have a good idea what.
“They seem to think I’m riddled with demons because I like sex with the man I love,” She grumbles and uses the stun gun on her already unconscious father again.
My lips stretch into the biggest smile I believe I’ve ever had, even as I take the weapon from her hand. She looks up at me and it’s then I see the tears in her eyes.
“I think I hate him,” she whispers with tears in her eyes.
“I know baby, I know. I need you to go home with Latch while I see to a few things.”
Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 Page 28