by Nicole Snow
Oh, baby! You naughty, nasty, sweet little thing. You want attention that bad, or are you just trying to make me lose a load in my pants?
She was the sexiest bartender I'd ever seen. No exaggeration, and I'd been to plenty of bars in my time where the babes served cold beers topless.
The V running down her cleavage was cut wide and lacy, a push up bra easily exposed behind the low cut top covering her perfect tits – and it stopped well short of covering much at all. When she rounded the bar's counter to help the prospects bring out some drinks, I saw the short black skirt she had on. Beneath it, her long legs were decked in fishnets gliding all the way up to her butt.
My blood started to roar. Now it wasn't even a question of what I'd do when I got her alone. My cock knew.
I was gonna rip that shit off, pin her to the nearest surface, and ram my way straight between her thighs. I was gonna fuck her until she knew there were no ifs, ands, or buts about who her sweet ass belonged to.
My beauty, my toy, my vessel...my woman. My Saffron.
And if there was some fucked up miscommunication along the line, then we'd sort it out with sweat and come and passion, the only fucking language I could understand when I saw her like that.
“More Jack?” A voice said behind me.
Fuck, no! I nearly said. More like the tallest, coolest glass of water you can find. Gonna need it to keep me from self-combusting when I start sucking and fucking this girl.
My hard-on deflated when I saw it was Miner. My eldest brother held out the bottle and gave me a wink.
I took a quick swig and then looked past him. “Where's the damned water cooler?”
Some fuckers must've carried it off. Our tap wasn't in its usual place.
“That really what you're looking for, Blaze, or were you gawking at something else?”
Bastard knew. Hell, I wasn't sure if there was a single brother around who didn't know how bad I needed to tame our newest, sweetest addition to the bar.
“I just need some fucking water. This place needs its air conditioning cranked up. It's like a goddamned sauna in here with this many people on a hot summer night.”
“Feels pretty damned comfortable to me. You sure you're not coming down with a different kinda fever, Prez? Maybe there's plenty here who can help you out. I hear Marianne's starved for attention tonight. Too many new girls showing up who just want a Devils' ride they'll remember, if you know what I mean.”
Miner rolled his hips and grinned, laughing the whole time. Fuck, I did not need to see that. I had to get up close and personal with Saffron soon before my lust died an untimely death.
“Jesus, bro. You're like seventy.” I put up a hand and began to walk, but there were lots of drunken floozies and big leather backs in my way.
“Sixty-five!” Miner called after me. “And I'm partying way fucking harder than you, Prez. Step it up! Don't want to see a guy like you get your ass beat by a retiree.”
His laughter disappeared in my ears as I finally pushed through the crowd. I stepped around more guys feeling up their gals and sucking face when the urge hit fierce. I headed straight for the shitty drinking fountain by the bathroom. It was better than nothing.
A long, cool drink gave me back my senses.
Okay. No more fucking around. Time to head for the bar, grab her by the hand, and take her someplace where “no” isn't even a damned option.
When I rounded the corner, I looked all over for her. She wasn't at the bar anymore. I saw her near the open door leading outside where the fires were going, her silhouette framed in a flirtatious pose that screamed sex.
Saffron wasn't alone. Rage shot through me when I saw the big hand on her shoulder, and then doubled when I noticed the big goofy face with his eyes locked on her pretty face.
“Stinger!” His name rolled on my lips like a curse.
Mother. Fucker.
I didn't do him the courtesy of a tap on the shoulder. I threw my hand down on his shoulder, hurled him around to face me, and pinned him to the wall.
Several floozies behind us screamed, and Saffron's shocked gasp was mixed into the noise.
“Blaze? What the fuck are you doing, brother?” Stinger had his fists ready to go, but forced them to relax when he saw it was me.
“Keeping you from sticking your damned dick where it doesn't belong. You leave her alone,” I growled. Relaxed my grip just enough so the observers we'd collected wouldn't think a brawl was about to break out.
Not that I wasn't ready. Took every fiber in my being to keep my fists from pummeling any man who looked at her like that, even if he was my own VP.
“What're you talking about? You snorted too much Jack tonight or what?”
I flashed him an evil grin. “Totally sober. You're not welcome around Saffron. She's not another club whore to sink your cock into.”
“Shit, tell me something I don't know!”
I didn't like his tone. Bastard was dripping sarcasm, and he knew it. I grabbed his leather clad shoulders and shook them hard, not stopping until he squeezed my wrists with his.
“Shut the fuck up and listen!” I hissed. “Saffron's off limits. I don't give a single shit if you don't like my reasoning. I'm the man in charge here, and my word's the fucking law. You and the other brothers are gonna tuck it in when you're around her, be real polite, and never, ever give her that goofy fucking smile while you're wearing a hard-on again.”
His eyes narrowed angrily. “Funny. I didn't see anybody's patch on her. She's not an old lady. Nobody's laid claim to her pretty ass, and you know it. Since when do we have to lay off pussy that's not another brother's?”
“Since I hired her to take Miner's place at the bar,” I growled. “How the hell do you think that'll go down if you start fucking her? She's part of this fucking club and nobody's gonna treat her like a whore. She's nobody's toy to drag around and fuck off with.”
Nobody's except mine, I thought. Stinger could practically see the cold truth in expression, a terrible mask reflected back at me in his wide eyes.
“Why's that? If this is a change in charter policy, I think we get a vote.”
“Because I say so. You get a vote for club business that's life and death. We're not voting on your fucking cock and where it belongs. I'm telling you where it doesn't, and that's good enough, understand?” He nodded reluctantly. I eased my grip, backing away. “Go find some other shit to dig into. Anywhere but here.”
Stinger didn't look happy. Knew he'd be pissed for a long time, but that was the price to pay for bringing down the gavel. He didn't breathe another word about challenging my executive decision either.
I watched him slink away through the crowd, deflated hard-on tucked between his legs. Satisfied, I turned to Saffron. Couldn't tell if the tight mask on her face meant she was horrified or impressed. Maybe a little of both.
“Did you hear all that?” I asked.
“How could I have missed it?” she whimpered. “Blaze...Jesus! You may be my boss, but I didn't know it entitled you to tell me who I could hang around with at a party.”
She was pissed. The stiffness in her body said everything, and so did her voice. But damn, the tension looked goddamned sexy anyway.
I grabbed her by the wrist and she tried to bat me away. Not good enough.
“Come on. We need to talk. This is about a whole lot more than you and some fucking idiot in a patch looking for pussy.”
“I don't think –“
“Don't make me ask again.”
She flushed. Her resistance crumbled as I threw one arm around her shoulders and led her along, inch by inch to the door. I led us to the edge of the clubhouse's gate for some privacy.
I shook my head, thinking about what a full animal house the place was tonight.
“You can't keep doing this,” she said softly. Her eyes were closed, but at least she opened them and looked at me.
“I'll keep doing whatever it takes to protect you, baby. Bad enough to have your fucking bro fall i
n with the Grizzlies and bring them pawing at your door. I'm not gonna let a brother take you for a ride you'll regret just because you haven't figured everything out with this club.”
“What's there to figure out? It's a job!” She shook her head, frustrated.
“Stinger and everybody else wants a piece of you. If I didn't put my foot down, they'd keep pressing until they got it too. You're an unclaimed woman on our turf. Yeah, I gave you a job, but it's not like any job you'd ever have in the civilian world. When you agreed to this, you stepped into my territory, Saffron, and that means working with our rules, our ways, and our needs.”
She let out a long sigh, shaking her head. “And you really think I'm cut out for this? Here I thought Stinger was just being nice to me...I didn't think he'd...”
“Fuck you?” I said it for her, letting a little smirk pull at my lips. “That's what he was after. Trust me. I did you a favor. Nobody takes kind to being turned down by a woman at our clubhouse who isn't another man's old lady.”
“Maybe this is all wrong, then. Maybe I'm wrong for you.” She forced herself to look at me. “For this job, I mean.”
“That's where you're the one who's wrong, baby. There's only one way you're gonna get along here and do your thing without me constantly whipping my boys back into line.” I paused. “You've got to get under a man's protection. The right man's protection.”
Now it was her turn to smirk. Shit, her sweet lips called to me like nothing else. I threw one hand over her head, leaning on the gate, flattening her little body against mine.
“Don't tell me. You've got the perfect guy in mind?”
“Matter of fact, I do. Make no mistake: what I said back there was all about club business and chasing off any fucks who wanna get in the way of you doing your job. This here is about you and I. And I'm damned close to saying all I can say with words. You really want to understand me, then it's time you learned my language...”
I moved in. My cock pulsed so hard it felt like a bolt snapping through my body when I pressed my lips to hers.
Yeah, my little tease was ready. No fooling.
She put up a good show, but the second we melded, I tasted her sweet moan. She oozed eager, wet, and ready. My heart beat hard and fierce, sending hot blood roaring in my ears.
My chest pressed closer, sandwiching her against the gate, feeling the pebbles beneath her shirt. Her nipples were flaming peaks, and my balls churned when I thought about what they'd feel like against my tongue.
Fucking-A! I'd had it with those thoughts, these fantasies. It was time to find out.
“My bike. Right now.” I tugged at her arm, ready to drag her to the little side area where we'd corralled our Harleys for the party so there'd be more room in the garage.
“But my shift! I'm supposed to be serving drinks...” The reluctance, the hunger, in her voice was clear.
“Forget about that shit. Bet you've made tips hand over fist tonight already. Miner will figure it out when too many cups run dry.” I paused as a thunderous masculine jeer exploded behind us. “Besides, a lot of these bastards are already close to having their fill. You did your job, and did it damned well.”
She nodded, a little more seriously than if she was just agreeing. I saw the recognition of what was about to happen flicker in her eyes.
Fuck yeah. She was ready, and it was a beautiful sight to see.
Then I smiled and pulled on her hand, leading her out the gate to my ride.
Honestly, sweet Saffron didn't have a fucking clue what was coming. Yeah, she knew I was gonna throw her down on my bed and fuck her for hours, but that wasn't half of it.
She didn't know I'd been starved, thinking about her for weeks. She didn't know I'd pent up all this fire for her, and when it came out it was gonna be just short of fucking apocalyptic. And the girl definitely didn't know once I started, I didn't stop.
I'd throw my body between her legs and keep it there for hours, power fucking her until she forgot her name, until she forgot what it was like to do anything except come on my cock. Once I had one taste, there was no going back. If it meant I had to tie her down spread eagled and tattoo my name in her flesh with my mouth, I was fucking ready.
“Hold on tight,” I warned, fixing her helmet tight and pushing her arms around my waist. “It's a hell of a ride from here.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and I saw a shy smile light up her face in my mirrors. The girl was onto what I really meant – I made it pretty fucking obvious.
But still, she didn't have a damned clue. Not really.
Luckily for both of us, she was about to find out, and I'd savor the long, hard, screaming night we were about to have for the rest of my life.
V: Like a Rollercoaster (Saffron)
I was blushing like a virgin all over again.
My hands shook as I locked them around his abs, which seemed bigger, harder, and hotter than before. It wasn't just the amazing way he smelled or the rock solid beauty of his body beneath my fingers.
It was the way he'd fought for me, taken me. Would I ever be able to look at him again without seeing the fire? I saw what it said, clear as day: You're coming with me, woman, and no isn't an option.
Ending up with Stinger wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world for a throwaway night. Of course, I instantly would've regretted it the next morning, no matter how much booze and sweet talk it took to coax me into bed.
Blaze and I had done this dance for too long, and I was tired of fighting. Seeing him nearly come to blows with his VP for me battered down my last defenses. I hadn't realized it at the time, but I'd dressed like a slut for him, hoping to draw him to me before any other whores laid into him.
Well, mission accomplished. I just wasn't sure what I'd won beyond fire, stubble, and muscles.
I squeezed Blaze tighter as he steered the Harley along the little mountain roads to Missoula's other side. He drove more confident than ever, and why shouldn't he?
He'd proven he took what he wanted, what I needed, even if I was too stupid at the time to listen.
Well, I was all ears now. No, make that two tingling nipples and a pussy that felt like it would drown if it didn't get filled with raw iron.
My lips parted. I released another moan into the open air, grazing the very edge of the stubble on his cheek with my lips.
Blaze stiffened, and turned his head just enough to speak over the roaring engine. “Careful, baby. You do too much of that and we'll never make it home in one piece. Goddamned tragedy if I got cut down before hearing you scream my name while you're coming like lightning.”
Lightning? Oh, yeah.
It tore up my spine harder as soon as he said it. All I could do was lay my head on his shoulder, fully drunk on his rich musk and little snorts of the bike's oil, running my fingernails across his abs as the road blurred past.
I prayed it wouldn't be too long to get to his place. There was no way I could take too much thunder between my legs with the wicked need building there, the fire that reached up and rattled my brain until it was totally consumed in sex.
Sex, sex, sex.
Filthy, dirty, sweaty fucking.
God, if he really did the things he said he would, I knew I might not leave his place alive. It had been eons since I'd been with a man, and never a man like this.
Lust and nervousness roiled my stomach. I wondered if I even had the stuff to satisfy a ruthless badass like him. At least something drew him to me, a strange throbbing magnetism that forced our flesh together, no matter how much we wanted to ignore it.
We roared up next to a small, neat looking building and he threw his bike in park. I shuddered as his fingers swept across my face, winding through my hair, tugging my helmet away.
What a damned mess he'd made me. My panties were a hot, soaked heap, and I felt them twist uncomfortably when he tugged me up with one arm, the only thing that could get me moving. I was grateful they wouldn't be staying on long.
Blaze's place was barer tha
n I expected, a real cave with hard floors and sparse furniture. Not that I expected a man who was just getting settled to have much – especially a man who lived like an outlaw. He needed to be ready to move again at a moment's notice if things got crazy.
I couldn't stare too long. Blaze tugged on my hand again, his thin smile warm, but insistent.
He didn't have to ask twice. I followed him eagerly to the room, just a few steps behind him. When we were inside, I saw the bed in the darkness.
He got behind me and ground his hips into mine, urging me deeper still, all the way to the bed.
“Blaze! I –“
He wouldn't let me go another way. He moved against me, forward, forward, and then I went over the edge.
I crashed down on the mattress, laying on the bed all wrong, but he didn't care. He fell on top of me, pushing his way between my legs, hands circling up my thighs to make sure I stayed open for him.
The feel of his hands there caused me to gasp. My hips thrashed, bucking up into his, and my brain melted into a hot, steaming mess when he rocked against my ass. He was huge, hard, everything a man should be, and it was all burning for me.
I moaned and bucked gently. He wasn't having it. One hand went behind my head, twisted my hair in one fist, and aimed my chin up to him until our glowing eyes met perfectly.
“One more thing I forgot to mention back at the bar: you don't dress like this in the clubhouse anymore. The only time you wear this shit is when we're alone and I've got you good and hot. This sweet skin's mine, Shelly – every inch of it – and that means what's on it too.”
Bastard! I almost spat the word right at him.
Then I thought about whether he was trying to rile me up more. The little flash of anger and irritation mingled like hellfire with the lust prickling my nerves, one little strike away from lighting me up in a way I'd never walk away from.
“I get it,” he said, his smile getting wider. “You don't wanna listen. Not to bullshit words. Neither do I. You listen to this instead.”
He kissed me so deep and fast I nearly swallowed his tongue. Pleasure jerked through me, delight and a need to taste more, exhilarating when he sucked in my bottom lip and needled it with his teeth.