Burn: Outlaw Romance (Hotter Than Hell Book 3)

by Holly S. Roberts

  Her eyes are hard pinpoints as she stares back at me in defiance and her, “Fuck you,” made my dick twitch.

  I flip the knife in the air and catch it by the handle. Not bad for as tipsy as I am. I take one step forward and stop when her fingers go to the snap on her jeans. Her eyes breathe fire. I gesture with the point of the knife and she wiggles the tight material down her sexy curves. Flawless light brown skin and long legs make me take a step back and lean against the door again. I won’t touch her, but it’s so fucking hard. Hell, I want to grab my dick and jack off to the show. Her hips flair with her rounded ass and curve to a small waist. Not that she’s exactly small, but fuck is she perfect. She toes off her athletic shoes and the jeans pool on the floor. She kicks them away and stands in front of me in her bra and panties. The underwear is black like her bra. I like it, and so does my dick.

  I take another hit of beer and watch the rest of her strip routine. She grabs the band of the bra and raises it up over her breasts, bringing it high on her arms before dropping her hands and allowing the bra to hit the floor. Her breasts jiggle with the movement. The panties go down next, slowly giving me a view of her hairless pussy. Fuck me but I want to bury my face in it. She stands in front of me only wearing short white socks. She doesn’t cross her arms or try to hide herself from my gaze.

  My breath catches on a sudden flashback of Savannah. It’s like being hit by an ax. The two women are nothing alike and still, seeing Sofia’s pride, I’m reminded of the only woman I’ve ever loved.

  I step forward, unable to speak, and pick up the items from the floor. She can keep the fucking socks. I need to get out of this room and away from her. I lock the door behind me and march across the hall to the room I’ve claimed. I need sleep, dammit. And what do I do? I pull her fucking underwear up to my nose and inhale filling my lungs with the smell of her pussy.

  I’m a dirty bastard.

  I slam my door, toss the clothes on the bed, and shuck my jeans. My body hits the bed and I grab Sofia’s panties from her pile of clothes. I bring them back to my nose. Fuck, I want to eat her pussy. I lower the silky cloth to my cock and jack off again.

  I wake up with sunlight shining through the window. Panic sets in when I realize Vampire should have woken me hours ago. He had first watch at the end of the hallway last night. I don’t bother pulling on my pants as I charge from the room.

  He’s resting with his back to Sofia’s door.

  He opens one eye and says, “Quiet all night, Prez.”

  I put my hand down and help him off the floor. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

  “No problem, but if you don’t mind I need to catch some shut-eye.”

  “Go down the hall. The sheets were changed in there yesterday too.”

  He weaves down the hall and I go back into my room and grab my jeans before heading to Sofia’s door. She sits up from the cot as soon as I walk in. “If you want a shower, now’s the only chance you’ll have today.”

  She stands up and I wave for her to follow. Morning wood combined with voluptuous curves make my cock stand at full attention. Poor Vampire may never be the same.

  I walk back into my bedroom. It has the only private bath and shower in the building. Not that it’s much. I close and lock the bedroom door behind us and open the bathroom door. Sofia walks ahead of me. “Get in and get washed up,” I tell her. I head to the toilet and spend a moment trying to get my dick under control so I can relieve myself. She’s in the shower before I finish. I shuck my jeans and get in the far end.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she yells.

  Water slides over her gorgeous body and I’m back to rock hard before I speak. “Taking a shower, princess. I need to start my day sooner rather than later. I’ll make it quick unless you want to change my mind.” I grab my cock and slide my finger up the length adding a bit of pressure at the head.

  “Keep that… that thing away from me.” She actually points at my dick.

  Her outrage is damn funny and I laugh. I also give myself a healthy massage. “Hand me the soap, will you?”

  She whips back the shower curtain and all I can grab in time is her hair. “If you don’t want to take care of the problem, I will. You aren’t getting out until I say so.”

  She doesn’t turn around as I grab the soap myself and start working my cock. Looking at her ass helps me along. I can only imagine sliding my cock between her ass cheeks before burying it in her ass. She’s perfect for this fantasy. I grab my balls with my other hand and enjoy the soapy slide of my hand. It would be nice to step closer and release over her backside, but I resist. I haven’t shot a wad this fast in years.

  “You want the soap?” I ask after my balls empty.

  “You’re kidding me, right?” she grumbles and looks over her shoulder at my hand with the soap in it.

  “Please yourself, then. I can’t promise a shower every day, so take advantage while you can.” She bends a little and picks up the shampoo bottle. My dick gives another fucking twitch. She’s killing me.

  I reach above her head and adjust the showerhead so it’s a little behind her. I quickly wash myself and don’t put my hand back on my cock or we’ll be in here even longer. I finish and step from the shower. When the water goes off, I hand a towel to Sofia and she wraps herself in it leaving her hair dripping. I toss her my damp towel to use on her hair before walking out of the bathroom. From the small closet beside the bathroom door, I grab her travel bag and carry it into her. I searched it and found nothing she could use as a weapon.

  “If you have shorts, put them on. This place only gets hotter throughout the day and you have a lot of work to do.” I watch her fight back an unpleasant retort. It’s impressive that she actually manages to hold it in. I’m purposely pushing all her buttons this morning. The clubhouse should be mostly empty. If she’s going to throw a fit, I want her doing it when no one else is around so I don’t need to prove I can control her. She’s still in a precarious position and so am I for that matter. If the brothers don’t think I can handle her, we’re both fucked.

  “Could I start by cleaning the shower? It’s growing antibiotics and I prefer mine in a pill.”

  I laugh deep and hard. “I’ll feed you first,” I finally say. “Get dressed and then we’ll go scrounge some food.”

  I leave her in the bathroom and dig some clothes out of the bag I haven’t had time to unpack. She won’t be cleaning just the bathroom, she’ll tackle this entire room too. I whistle as I dress. If I’m lucky, no one will try to kill me today. If I’m unlucky, I’ll die.

  Sofia

  I COULDN’T BELIEVE WHEN he left me alone in the room last night. He walked out and locked the door before I knew what was happening. My pussy throbbed for relief and I couldn’t help giving it some. I finger-fucked my pussy while thinking about Dagger doing the dirty. And I mean very dirty. My imagination is always better than actual sex. And fuck, I had two orgasms and was still unsatisfied when I finally passed out.

  When Dagger entered the hot, airless room this morning, I was dead to the world. It was too sweltering in the room to care that I was naked. Not that Dagger hasn’t seen the goods. I’m not exactly modest at the best of times. If Dagger thinks he can humiliate me by keeping me naked, he has the wrong woman. I can handle whatever he throws my way.

  Today is hotter than yesterday, which proves hell actually exists. I was excited to take a shower until Dagger joined me. Fuck, how do I resist him now? Watching him jack himself before I turned around will stay imprinted on my brain forever. The man has no modesty whatsoever, and now I’m as horny as I was before jillin’ last night.

  I brought exactly one pair of shorts, so I’m basically screwed when it comes to staying cool in this hot tin can the Crows call a clubhouse. In my skimpy red workout shorts, gray tank top, and athletic shoes, I follow Dagger to the kitchen. One of the guys is passed out on the floor in the corner of the front room, but other than that, the place appears empty. At least the ceiling fans in th
is part of the clubhouse keep the air circulating.

  Dagger whistles when he enters the kitchen. “I’m impressed,” he says as he looks around.

  “Why? You know cleaning is the staple job for us Latina women, right?”

  He throws his head back and laughs. The sound rolls down my spine, tingles my ass, and zips to my pussy. I’m not crazy about the wet panties I’m beginning my day with. He’s wearing a T-shirt for a change and it’s almost worse than bare skin. The dark blue material stretches over the swells and valleys of his chest and back. His jeans hang loosely at his waist and stay up with the help of his belt. I have no idea how they still manage to show off his ass.

  I need some privacy to relieve the ache between my thighs and I don’t see that happening. He’s in such a damn good mood because his jizz took a trip down the shower drain while my frustration is at nuclear levels. Now that I’ve seen his larger-than-life cock, I’m caught between lust and hatred. I remember fucking a guy a few years ago because he had great arms. Unfortunately, his dick didn’t live up to his biceps. Dagger’s cock far outdoes his body. And, if I’m honest, everything about him does it for me. How a piece of shit skinhead can turn me into a hot wet mess is beyond me. It’s my fucked up internal wiring, must be.

  Dagger ambles over and opens the refrigerator. The smell knocks us both back.

  “Does anyone in this place ever clean anything?” I grumble loudly.

  He shakes his head. “Not that I can tell. I rarely came into the kitchen and you’ve seen the clubhouse and my room. How about we go out for breakfast?”

  Is he serious? No way will I pass up an opportunity to escape if he gives it to me.

  A knowing look enters his eyes and he steps into my space. His hands go to my hips and, I shit you not, he lifts me off my feet and plops my ass on the counter. He moves between my legs and leans close so his eyes are inches from mine. “If you run or make a scene, it will fall on Red. I’ve done everything I can to keep you both alive. You and I both know you don’t want Red to suffer because of you. If you behave, you will at least have the run of this place and the occasional outing on my bike. If not, I’ll keep you under lock and key in that hot, stuffy room.” He reaches up, takes a piece of my hair between his fingers, and gives it a slight tug. “We clear?” His blue eyes are so close I can see dark steely flecks in them and I have no doubt he means what he says.

  “Yes,” I answer honestly. This doesn’t mean I won’t take the first opportunity and run with Red. I won’t endanger her, though, and he knows that, damn him.

  His hand slides to my jaw and he slowly runs one finger over my skin. “There will be a man that I trust on you at all times. Bottom line, watching you takes a good man away from the tasks I need done. Don’t fuck with me, princess.”

  Our eyes remain locked as I whisper, “Would my promise be enough so your man can get his work done?” What would he do if I kissed him? Does my Latina blood keep him away? Would he spit and wipe his mouth if I did exactly what I want to? Maybe I’m only good enough to look at naked.

  His fingers move to the back of my neck and his voice drops to match mine. “You don’t get me, princess. My man won’t be there to keep you from running. His job is to keep my brothers from killing you.”

  I’ve done this to myself. Put myself under the roof with a bunch of bigoted outlaws who hate me. Not just because I pulled a gun on their boss but because of my skin color. The realization turns my stomach sour. “I get it,” I say with more attitude than I intend.

  Dagger’s nostrils flare. I can smell the soap along with the underlying scent that is all him. Do I have the same effect on him? I want to fuck him so bad it hurts. My thoughts turn to his cock—his large fingers sliding over his cock to be exact.

  Dagger breaks the spell by lifting me down. “Come on, princess, let’s go grab some food,” he says casually.

  I watch him stride away and take a few deep breaths to control myself. He has me tied in knots and I have no idea how to handle him. I slowly follow him back to his bedroom.

  “Put some jeans on. You don’t ride with me in shorts,” he says over his shoulder as he tosses my travel bag onto the bed, where it bounces. Should I tell him I’ve never been on a motorcycle? Admitting weakness isn’t exactly my strong suit, so I keep my mouth shut. Like everything else in my life, bravado will get me through.

  After I’ve changed, Dagger leads me outside to his bike. The row of them I noticed yesterday is gone and now there are only three. Dagger’s bike has seen better days. The layer of dust on the bike doesn’t surprise me but the dented frame does.

  “Accident a few days ago and had to do a quick fix-it job yesterday,” he says when I stand there staring at the bike.

  Great, that’s all I need to hear. “What about helmets?” I ask him after looking around and seeing none.

  His lips tip up in a half smile. “Arizona is a no-helmet state. I wear one when I go into the city. We won’t go far and you’ll be safe, no worries.”

  He must be joking. “You just told me you crashed. Is that what happened to your hand too?”

  The smile disappears. “I was forced off the road by some guys in Phoenix. We worked it out and they helped me rescue the baby who Fox was planning to sell. I’m not happy about my bike or my hand but that’s what it took to get the job done.”

  “Is she safe?”

  “She’s with her aunt. That’s all I know right now. At least Kiley has a chance.”

  Hell, I can’t like this man. Want to fuck him, yes. Like him, no.

  Dagger grabs sunglasses out of a bag on the side of his bike. He already has a pair on, which he grabbed from his room. He hands the glasses to me and I put them on. He places his leg over the bike and turns to me. I take his offered hand and sling my leg over the back. I grab him tightly around the waist and feel a rumble of laughter in his abs. I hold on as he revs the engine and takes off.

  “Never ridden, have you?” he yells over the too loud motor.

  Damnit, how did he know? I don’t answer because I’m too nervous to give him any shit. He keeps his speed down until we turn north on 87 and then he takes off.

  “Hang on, princess,” he yells.

  I’m really beginning to hate that name.

  Dax

  THE FEAR IN HER eyes surprised me before we took off on the bike. It’s the first time I’ve noticed anything besides anger, disgust, or desire shining in those dark orbs. She’s a tough cookie, and I’m learning her eyes hold the answers. I don’t think she’s accustomed to hiding her feelings and the last twenty-four hours haven’t been easy on her. I’m aware from Red’s story that her fists do a lot of her talking. She fascinates me while keeping my fucking dick hard. It’s not a combination I’m accustomed to.

  We’re heading to Payson early on a Sunday morning and the road is mostly empty. Sofia’s arms locked tightly around my waist make the ride sweeter. It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden with a babe on the back. It wasn’t something Savannah cared for. I gain speed and enjoy the wind against my face and the roar of the engine. I allow my thoughts to settle on the club. There’s nothing like working out problems while flying free.

  The brothers need to take a ride next weekend. Sometimes talking and fighting don’t resolve what a club ride can. As corny as it sounds, riding free brings a sense of harmony. I bought this bike before I married Savannah. It was the only thing Savannah’s father didn’t fight me to keep when I got out of prison. I have a picture of her, which I keep in my wallet, our wedding rings, and this bike. That first year after leaving a cell I couldn’t so much as ride in a car. Too confined. I needed open air without a cage. Then I hooked up with the Crows and because we all had similar backgrounds, they understood.

  Definitely a ride next weekend.

  The drug buy will take place Friday night. We’re in a sticky situation with the people delivering the drugs. They dealt with Fox and his Sergeant at Arms, Clutch. We need to get out from under them and I can only hope the
plan we decided on will work. I’ll worry about it later. Right now I’m enjoying the freedom I missed so much while I was behind bars. I’d rather die than go back.

  Sofia barely moves and that makes me smile, until a bug flies into my mouth. Even eating bugs is better than prison. It’s a twenty-minute ride to Payson. We hit the Sonic on the right side of the highway by the casino. I roll the bike under the covered parking and turn off the engine. “We can take it back to the club or eat on the patio,” I tell her.

  “Patio, please,” she says in a shaky voice. She’s trembling when I take her hand and help her off the bike. She won’t look at me. I squeeze her fingers and pretend I have no idea how terrified she was to ride.

  I’ll admit I’m wary about having her in public. I don’t need trouble with the cops. I’m not wearing my colors or carrying my gun. As an ex-con, I’m a prohibited possessor of a gun. Sofia needs to keep it casual and I’m hoping my threat against Red will do the trick. Even so, I don’t see her as someone who cries to the cops. She fucking pointed a gun at me yesterday. She also planned to murder Fox.

  We place our order. This isn’t exactly how you wine and dine a girl. This is me, though. After seven years of hell inside prison, I’d rather eat fast food whenever possible than sit inside a restaurant. I take a good long look at Sofia.

  She takes off the sunglasses and moves a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that, bolillo?”

  “Bolillo?”

  “Never heard a white slur before?”

  I can’t help the grin that splits my face. She’s always challenging me. “Never heard that particular one, princess.” Her eyes are almost black. I’d like to see them burning as I ram my cock into her tight little pussy.

  “It means white bread bun.”

  My laugh is loud in the quiet setting. No one else is sitting outside their vehicle. It’s in the low eighties up here in the mountains. Much cooler than Phoenix but still hot enough to stay in the car with the air cranked. “That the best insult you got?”