Burn: Outlaw Romance (Hotter Than Hell Book 3)

by Holly S. Roberts

  He saunters off and Charley leans in close and whispers, “That man is damn sexy. If I didn’t have Skull, I’d do ’em. Expect him to be a little rough tonight after what you pulled. I don’t think you’ll complain, though. Angry sex can be the best kind.”

  I open a beer after offering one to Charley. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

  Her laugh carries across the room and all the men turn. I tip my beer to Dagger. He doesn’t tip his back. He’s pissed off and trying to control it. I know the feeling.

  Dax

  CRAZY FUCKING WOMAN. I should tan her ass for that little stunt. I can’t believe she swiped my knife. Yeah, the blow job was that fucking good. The thought of leaving my handprint on her ass is the only thing that calms me enough to hold my shit together.

  I checked on Red around ten. The three women were passed out and Red was standing in front of the trailer smoking a cigarette. She’s still pissed at me for keeping her away from Sofia. She wasn’t happy when I told her Sofia extended the ban with her knife trick tonight. I walked away before Red finished giving me shit. I drink another beer when I’m inside and imagine Sofia on her hands and knees taking my dick in her ass. I want to hurt her. And I want her to fucking like it. I’m a sick bastard.

  The majority of the men start heading home around midnight. Many of them have jobs to go to in the morning. I really appreciate Skull bringing his old lady. We need the women here and not just the whores.

  Bear was definitely right in one thing. Sofia is as fucking crazy as I am. She’d make a fine old lady. I stop that thought. You take an old lady because of more than the fact that they’re a crazy bitch and make your dick hard. You need to care about them. My cock cares about Sofia, but my brain thinks she may be too much trouble.

  Skull and Charley take off and Sofia keeps cleaning tables like it’s her favorite thing in the world to do. It’s a chance to shake her ass and bounce her breasts is what it is. The few men left are playing cards and might be here for hours. They enjoy the show Sofia puts on. I finally can’t take anymore and grab her when she tries to walk past me. I stand and haul her up and over my shoulder.

  “What the fuck, Dagger?” she yells. My hand lands on her ass with a solid thwap. She struggles and yells louder, so I smack her again. The men are laughing as I carry her away.

  “Hide the blade, brother,” I hear behind me and ignore it. The men will never let me live this one down, and Sofia’s lucky she’s still alive. I can’t believe she won Bear’s respect with that stupid stunt.

  I toss her on my bed and walk away to slam the door with my foot. “You have ten seconds to get out of that shit you’re wearing, roll over, and get your ass in the air,” I tell her as I begin tearing off my clothes.

  “This, most likely, isn’t the best way to begin our relationship,” she retorts.

  I don’t say another word. I pull my riding boots off and slide my pants down after taking my knife from its sheath.

  She quickly lifts her arms and pulls her tee over her head. She shimmies around and slides the shorts off after kicking her shoes to the floor. I kneel on the bed and stop her when she reaches around to undo her lace bra. Yeah, lace. Not the sport thing she wore yesterday. I push her back on the bed and move in closer on my knees. I bring the knife down to the front of her chest and turn the blade so the sharp side is up. I slip it beneath the lace at the front of the bra and slice. The fabric separates and her tits swing free.

  “You asshole. I only have one other bra,” she says throatily. Her eyes are dilated and her breathing erratic. Danger turns this woman the fuck on. She slips that small pointed tongue out and slides it across her upper cherry-red lip.

  “Pull that stunt again and you’ll stay tied to this bed naked for a week,” I tell her while staring at her perfect breasts. I watch as her nipples turn to dark pinpoints and I haven’t even touched the damn things.

  I grasp her at either side of her waist and flip her over. I slip the matching panties from her ass and leave the cut bra on. My left arm circles beneath her stomach and I pull her to her knees. God, I want that tight ass, and she has no idea what it takes to slide my fingers past it and find her pussy. She’s wet and she moans when I slide one finger inside her sweet cunt.

  “Oh, God, that feels good,” she says on a slow breath.

  I’ll be damned if I’m giving her pleasure. I line myself up and shove my dick in to the hilt. She gives a sharp cry. I’m big and she’s so fucking tight. I rise up and bring her hips with me holding her up with both hands. Her knees are no longer on the bed and I don’t give a fuck if this is uncomfortable. She falls to her forearms as I continue driving in and out. She moans again and I release her with one hand and slap her ass before pushing my dick in as far as it goes. That’s all it takes and I unleash inside her. The blood pounds in my brain and charges through nerve endings straight to my cock. I bury my face into the hair at her neckline and fill my lungs with her scent. I continue pumping in and out until my balls are empty. I slide out, smack her ass, and collapse on the bed.

  Sofia rolls over and tries to grab the knife that I tossed on the side of the bed. I get to it first and throw it across the room.

  “You’re not leaving me like this. You can’t,” she grumbles.

  I grab her around the waist, roll her, and bring her back to my chest. “Shut the fuck up and get some sleep. You want to get off, you’ll work out a proper apology by tomorrow morning and I’ll think about it.”

  “You bastard.”

  I slide one hand up and pinch her nipple hard. “Go to sleep or you’ll be giving me another blow job.”

  “You put that damn thing near my mouth and I’ll fucking bite it off. I don’t give a shit about your threat to knock my teeth out.”

  “Shut up or I’ll gag you.” I squeeze her nipple again and the damn little bitch likes it. I reach over and turn off the lamp next to the bed before closing my eyes. The smell of her hair and the scent of sex is the last thing I remember before sleep consumes me.

  A warm hand wrapped around my dick wakes me up. Sofia is curled at my side and her hand is rubbing along my length in a leisurely fashion. Sun is sliding through the blinds and offering its soft glow to the bed.

  “You got an apology for me?” I groan into her hair. It still smells wonderful.

  She hesitates before responding. “I’m sorry.”

  It’s said grudgingly and I can’t help chuckling. I roll to my back and bring her over me so she’s straddling me. I drag her pussy along my chest and then lift her a bit until her knees rest on my shoulders and her hands go flat against the wall. God, her pussy smells fucking good. I don’t care that it’s sex from last night, I lap my tongue over her folds and inhale.

  Her moan is loud in the room and I smile against her cunt. I’ve always enjoyed eating out a woman. Hers may be the fucking best pussy I’ve ever tasted. Some men might like a woman washed and shaved. I don’t mind the shaving, but God I love the nasty taste of sex dripping from a woman’s pussy. I find her clit with my tongue and flick it a few times. She grinds against me telling me exactly want she wants.

  “Try another apology, but this time fucking mean it if you want me to suck your clit.” I grin against her pussy lips and hope she can’t feel it.

  “God, I hate you.”

  My tongue flicks over her again.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry. Really sorry,” she whines in desperation.

  Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. I can’t help myself, I want her to come all over my face. I pull her engorged clit between my lips and suck. Her head goes back and she makes wonderful sounds as she cusses and talks dirty.

  “Fuck, Dagger, fuck. Slide your finger in my ass, fuck.”

  That answers that question. I should have fucked her there last night. I push my thumb in. She groans and pants. Her tight little hole latches onto my thumb and I gently bite her clit.

  She screams and lets go. Her throat makes a low humming noise. I’ll be sure to get her off when she giv
es me the next blow job. I remove my thumb, sit up, and move her down so her pussy slides over my dick. Fuck, she’s tight. Her hands clench my shoulders as I lift her up and down on my cock. I’m rock hard, but I have a little more control than the last few times I’ve gotten off. I suck one sweet nipple into my mouth and get a small moan for the effort. I keep the pace slow and I can tell she’s going to lose it again by the sounds she makes. I switch to the other nipple and give it a bit rougher treatment.

  She doesn’t shy away from pain. She digs it as much as I enjoy giving it to her. I use every technique I have to hold back my orgasm until her pussy begins pulsing around me. The throaty humming noise starts again and my balls unleash. I think I could fuck this woman around the clock without losing a hard-on for more than a few minutes.

  With my hand splayed across her back, I push her down to kiss her for the first time. She covers her mouth and pushes away. “No. I need a toothbrush. I have green shit growing on my teeth, I know it.”

  I laugh. God, she keeps me on my toes. I just had my face in her dirty pussy and she’s worried about bad breath. She’s right, though. The least I can do is supply a toothbrush. “I stashed an extra one in the bathroom drawer for you,” I say with a smile. She scrambles off me and heads into the bathroom.

  “Two minutes and I’m joining you in the shower,” I call after her.

  I move my hands behind my head and interlock my fingers. The ceiling needs painting as well as the walls. So much shit to do and the bedrooms will be at the bottom of the list. I’m taking a more important step today. I need to find out what permits the county requires in order to build on the property on State Route 87. Sofia can help me if she’s willing.

  I throw my legs off the bed and get up when I hear the shower turn on. I piss and brush my teeth before jumping in with her. She has a towel over her hair and once again, I’m punched in the gut because it reminds me of Savannah. Two women, so different. There are no comparisons to make but for some reason Sofia makes me think of Savannah.

  “You okay, Prez?”

  She’s staring at me with a look I can’t decipher. Who knows the expression I was wearing a moment ago. I’ve kept thoughts of Savannah at bay for years. Now is not the time for them to creep in. “Make some room so I can wash. We have a lot on our plate today.”

  “Most men are in a better mood after morning sex,” she says and turns her back to me.

  I grab her slender waist and pull her back. I kiss her neck and nuzzle the towel at her hairline. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I have a lot on my mind. You interested in taking a ride with me into the city today?”

  “For what?”

  “You need clothes and I thought we could grab you some. Some more sexy panties and a new bra to replace the one I cut off last night to begin with.”

  “You cleaned the shower and for that I’ll go anywhere with you today. Sexy panties are good too.”

  I laugh against her shoulder. It’s been some time since I’ve laughed as much as I have in the past two days. Sofia’s strange, unpredictable ways seem to soften something inside me and I realize I’ve actually enjoyed sparring with her.

  We both wash and we’re out the door in thirty. I promise her a bagel from a shop in Fountain Hills, which is near where I’m taking her to shop. I carry two helmets out with me and adjust hers on her head. The head gear makes her even sexier in my book. She acts so fucking tough all the time. Hell, she is tough. I get it. Who the fuck puts a knife to a biker’s throat and walks away with respect? She’s a package of dynamite set to go off.

  “You’re not wearing your vest,” she points out when I put my hand out to help her on the bike.

  “I don’t need trouble from the cops. Wearing the vest brings trouble. Sometimes I don’t give a shit, but today I have a lot to do and don’t want the hassle.”

  She snuggles up behind me and rests her head against my back. I could get used to this. I open up the throttle when we hit the highway and we head into the city. I take her for bagels and she eats two. I enjoy a woman who puts away food.

  Fountain Hills is high-end with some of the most expensive real estate in the valley. There are some discount stores when you get closer to Scottsdale and that’s where I head.

  “Remember, anything you buy needs to fit in the saddlebags.”

  “Got it. I don’t need much.”

  I’ve heard that before. “We’ll see.”

  She picks out two bra and panty sets. I grab two more in the same size, one pink and one red. Sue me, I’m a guy. She buys a few tees and I add a few more that I like. She tries on shorts and we add those too.

  “What about those toe sandal things all the women wear?” I ask when she says she’s done.

  “Flip flops?”

  “Yeah, those.”

  She’s smiling when we walk into the shoe section and she grabs a few pairs after trying them on. One set is about three inches high. Funny, but I prefer her in socks.

  She still holds me tight around the waist on the trip back but she’s more comfortable, her body looser. She also looks out over the landscape. I’ll turn her into a biker babe before she knows it.

  We’re back before noon and drop everything at the clubhouse. I explain that I need her with me when I go to the county offices.

  “Why?” she asks after grabbing a bottle of water from behind the bar and downing half of it.

  “The club’s putting a convenience store out on the highway and I need to find out what permits we need. The property has power and water, it just needs a building.”

  “That doesn’t explain why you need me.”

  I take the water from her hand and drink the rest. She looks irritated but doesn’t say anything. “Navigating shit with the county will be easier if they don’t know I’m with the DCMC. Desert Crows Motorcycle Club,” I say when she looks clueless at the acronym.

  “So you need my Latina ass to keep them from thinking you’re the skinhead you look like?”

  I run my hand over my head, which I haven’t shaved in three days. I’m blond, so it won’t show until it’s longer and will most likely look like shit for a while. “Yes, something like that.”

  “Priceless. I think I can handle it.”

  “I just bet you can.”

  Sofia

  I THINK I’M FALLING for a skinhead. It’s a dirty fling, I tell myself. One where I’m forced to stay with a hot guy, clean up his and his gang’s shit, and have nasty sex with him. Sounds sick when I think of it that way. The kind of sick that turns me on.

  I’m beginning to enjoy riding on the back of his bike too. It’s strange the things I think of while sitting behind him with my arms around his waist and my breasts pushing into his back. It’s a sense of freedom I’ve never had before, and as stupid as it seems, I feel safe.

  We have helmets on again and it’s not quite as wonderful as the freedom of going without one that I had the first time I rode with Dagger. Safety first. That’s a joke. I’ve never played it safe in my life and now that I’m more comfortable on the bike, I want my hair blowing in the wind.

  I could leave if I truly wanted to. My car keys are in the top drawer of the dresser. Dagger knows I saw them, but he ignored it. I have no idea what he thinks of me besides being a hole to put his dick in. I shouldn’t care but I do. It’s only been two days. I’ll be the hole for now.

  The trip to the county offices takes more than an hour. The desert is beautiful even in the heat. Dagger packs some water bottles in his saddlebags and we pull over halfway and drink one down. Earlier when he took the one from my hand, it shocked me. It was such an intimate thing to do. I don’t do intimate. I fuck and walk away. It’s strange to be hanging out and doing things with a guy I’ve fucked. I guess there’s a first time for everything.

  We hit the county offices and Dagger gets the papers and information he needs. His speech is articulate when he talks to the woman in planning and zoning. He introduces himself as Dax Montgomery and tells her he wants to open a
small store and eventually bring in gasoline for four-wheelers. She gives him information from the EPA and the Division of Weights and Measures. I stand by and act as normal as possible. The woman doesn’t give us strange looks or act like we’re not normal. The chip on my shoulder crumbles a bit at her helpfulness.

  Globe, where the county offices are located, is a strange place. It’s not the prettiest town I’ve seen, but when Dagger takes me through the old section of town, I’m enthralled. The old buildings are amazing. They’re tall and weathered with shattered windows. Character is all that comes to mind. It’s a glimpse of history in an unlikely place.

  We eat lunch at a fast food restaurant and sit under an umbrella outside. Dagger seems to have an aversion to eating inside and I keep my mouth shut. It’s not like we have a relationship where I can question him about his personal habits. We head back to the clubhouse at what must be the hottest time of day. Sweat forms between us leaving his back and my chest drenched. We pull up to the clubhouse around four in the afternoon.

  “How many guys will be here this evening?” I ask after handing Dagger my helmet.

  “Depends.” He gives me a slightly crooked smile. “You cooking?”

  I can’t help returning the smile. It’s been such a calm day and it’s too damn strange to dissect right now. “I was thinking about it,” I say hiding the uncertainty that suddenly fills me. I haven’t been angry today, not once. It could be a record.

  “Make enough for ten and I’ll put the word out.” He grabs me around the waist and pulls me in close. He kisses me. Hell, does he kiss me. It’s the first time our lips touch and I never want it to stop. Kissing isn’t exactly my thing. It’s another intimacy problem that I don’t want to think about right now. His tongue and lips control me and I like it. Maybe too much.

  He lifts his head and removes a wisp of hair from my face with his fingers. “Why don’t you go ask Red if any of the women care to join us?”