by Nicole Snow
Shit, I had to let go. If I didn't, I'd throw her over my shoulder and carry her inside for a pounding right now. Too early for that. This ritual still had another part to it.
“Slide that thing on for me, baby,” I ordered. I'd go nuts if I didn't see what it looked like on her sweet body.
She nodded. It was damned good to see her smile again, and she broke into a full grin as I helped her into the jacket.
I hadn't gone for sexy when I had it made, but the fucking thing had that effect anyway. Could it seriously have any other?
I let her walk a little ahead, holding her hand in mine, casting glances at her luscious ass bobbing below the leather every other step.
Hot confusion roared in my brain. Shit, I was half-expecting to lose my mind if she turned me down.
Total fucking opposite! Now I was worried I'd blow or melt from the inside out seeing her like this, seeing her as mine. Even with my brand on her, she was driving me loco.
“Boys, I'm not gonna make a big show out of this like some people,” I said, approaching my men.
Remembering when Maverick claimed June popped into my mind. He'd done it loudly and boisterously. Not really my style. Until we got married, my circle needed to know, but they didn't need to feel the heat between Saffron and I.
That fire was for us alone, and I was a greedy bastard. I wanted it all to myself.
“Turn around, baby.” I gave her a soft squeeze on the ass and she did as I asked.
Bawdy laughter thundered up along with a few cheers as soon as they saw the print on her jacket. The few women with the brothers gasped happily. My hand swept up, resting on her shoulder.
Fuck it. Who am I kidding? It's gonna be loud and wild no matter what I do.
I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her into me, giving her a big, long kiss in front of them. Guess doing it the showy way was the only way for us Sturm men, and for guys wearing this patch.
Saffron tensed up. Being a stripper didn't mean she was used to public affection, especially in front of a bunch of big guys who were damned close to being family. I kissed her until she relaxed and started to melt.
When I let her get some air, men started coming over in a line, pounding me on the back. Reb and Roller dolled out stern handshakes, and the girls did neck bending hugs.
“Welcome to the family! You'll be doing more than serving drinks now, honey.” Connie, Moose's old lady, tore my girl away from me and I growled jealously.
“Don't mind her, Prez. Seriously, congratulations. This has been a long time coming. Lord knows we can all use a little good news.”
I threw my arms around Moose and slapped him on the back. He was a good brother, maybe the best I'd made out here.
Miner hugged me too. The old man winked at me and leaned in close to whisper.
“Not hard to see why you like this one, man.” He paused. “Girl makes drinks like you wouldn't believe. Suppose she's an easy looker too.”
“Fuck you,” I said, laughing the whole time. “You just want somebody else to do all the work at your retirement party.”
Laughing, he strolled away, and Stinger took his place.
We stared at each other for several long seconds, man to man. Then he broke into that shitty grin and hugged me tight, giving my neck an aggressive squeeze.
“Congrats. Girl deserves more than a man looking for pussy. I know you're good together.”
I nodded firmly. He knew when to bury the hatchet, and I didn't fault him for our little toss up over my girl at the last big party. It took serious and venomous bullshit to make bad blood between brothers.
“Looks like somebody over there's not so happy.” Grinning, he pointed.
Anger flashed through me as I turned. It took me a few seconds to see Marianne's sour face pressed up against the window at the back of the bar. The bitch was watching us like a scorned cat, and she wasn't fucking happy about me taking myself off the meat market.
“Fuck her,” I growled. “I don't owe her a damned thing, and neither does anybody else who stakes their claim to another girl. Hope she remembers she's just a whore.”
“I'll remind her, brother,” Stinger said, urging me to turn back around with an arm on my shoulder. “Don't worry about her starting any shit. I'll have her so busy with this dick she won't even think about fucking with you or Saffron.”
I looked at him and saw the sincerity in his face. For a few seconds, I hesitated, expecting to feel some little burn, some flash flood of jealousy.
Nothing. No matter how many times I'd fucked her, she didn't come close to one-tenth what Saffron was. The only regret I had was wasting so much time and a lot of good hard-ons with her. No more. From now on, they were all going straight to my old lady, the same way my dick was only going in Saffron for the rest of my life.
“You do that,” I told Stinger. “You're a shit sometimes, but you really are a bro.”
We hugged again. Damned good feeling. All was right with the MC and with the world when brotherhood trumped bad blood.
If the club had taught me anything, camaraderie and freedom stomped the hell out of everything else. Outlaws didn't go against the civilian world for money or because we wanted to swing our dicks at the world to prove a point.
We did it so we could live and love the way we wanted. Stinger understood that, same as me. Same as every man I called brother here.
Saffron was still chatting with Connie while I pressed hands with the prospects. Those boys weren't bullshitting me either. Soon as this shit with the renegade Grizzlies blew over, they were gonna get their patches, bros as much as the rest of us.
After all the well wishes, I walked over and took her arm. She gave me a hopeful look, like she needed some rescuing.
We walked to the clubhouse, looking for more booze to celebrate.
“You'll get used to Connie,” I said. “Everything's gonna seem second nature in good time. You're meant for this, baby. Knew it the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Ha, it'll take a lot of practice to keep up with her motor mouth.” She laughed, and I did too.
I sent her behind the bar for ice and a couple bottles of Jack. I was ready to grab the heavy bags out of her hands and make our way to the party when I caught something in the dark corner.
“Hold up,” I said, setting the bags down on the counter. “This'll only take a minute.”
Tank sat by himself in the shadows with a half-depleted whiskey bottle. He looked up long after I approached and stood at his side.
“Well? You gonna tell me what the fuck's going on and why you aren't at the fire?”
“Nothing, boss. Just a bad run in with the nurse.” He shook his head, slamming down what was left in his shot glass. “She was getting too close to me. I know it's not good to mix club business and personal shit.”
He looked drunkenly at the bar where Saffron was still gathering stuff and blinked. “Uh, under the wrong circumstances, I mean. Emma's the kind who'd get distracted...and we sure as hell don't need anybody at less than a hundred percent right now. Those fucking Grizzlies are just waiting for us to slip up so they can hit us again. I told her to do her job and keep her ass safe. She didn't take it well.”
I nodded. He was thinking like a Sergeant at Arms. Just not much else.
“It'll all work out, Tank. Don't drink in here by yourself like some sorry ass drunk. It's a cool night.” I reached for his cane and tapped it on the floor. “How long you need to use this fucking thing?”
“Another couple weeks tops. Fucking embarrassing when I should be on the front lines, just like you.”
“I'll be more upset if you don't get your heavy ass out there. Come on.”
He followed me to the bar and I grabbed the ice. Saffron walked the whiskey out ahead of us, and he nudged my leg with the cane when he saw her patches.
“Jesus. You two made it official?” Wasn't hard to detect some envy in his voice.
“Sure did. You can congratulate her later before we he
ad in for the night.” Tank mouthed a quick congratulations, slurring it a little in his drunken mouth. “Your day's coming, bro. Doesn't seem like it now, but I used to think the same thing. This shit creeps up on you and jumps your back when you least expect it.”
He nodded. “I'll take your word for it, boss. Doesn't matter though. I'm not looking for love. Is Marianne working tonight?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Don't know shit about her schedule anymore. We're keeping it low key tonight so we can all be bright eyed and ready to fuck up bears in the morning. Watch where you stick that bottle and your dick.”
He nodded, but I knew a brush off when I saw one.
Whatever. I couldn't imagine making a mistake like that after claiming my woman. Hell, after knowing I needed to claim her. When I set my sights on Saffron, I steered away from Marianne like a damned plague. No matter how good the whore would make my cock feel, it wouldn't be half as good as Saffron, and one taste of her meant I'd never settle for lesser pussy again.
Hell no. I'd never, ever get tired of seeing her, smelling her, feeling her, and especially staring at my name on her clothes and inked on her flesh.
Saffron was whole grades higher than any whore ever built for fucking. And speaking of fucking, I was ready. I meant to give it to her so raw and real it would make the last week seem like a bad dream and nothing more.
“Blaze...” I looked down and she was tugging on my arm.
Most of the guys were blasted and sleepy, and the rest were well on their way there. We were about the only ones still reasonably sober. Darkness descended over the mountains, leaving us sitting before the fire like a goddamned tribe ready to face our sworn enemies at dawn.
Saffron looked amazing in the light, the shadows flowing around her curves, newly outlined in the jacket I'd given here. Hell, who was I kidding?
She looked fucking amazing in almost any light. Growling, I put a hand on her hip and jerked her close, not stopping until she was on my lap, face-to-face.
“What's up, baby? You feeling better?”
She nodded, and then leaned in, gently touching her forehead to mine. “I'm sorry for the way I've acted lately. I never should've doubted you. This...this makes a lot crystal clear.”
I watched her run one hand over her new leather sleeve. Wasn't meant to be seductive, but damn if my cock didn't jump.
“It's not all clear yet. We need to work hard to get to the truth. I already told you why they call me Blaze. Burning fucks who deserve it isn't the only fire I do. Let me show you. We'll burn until there's no more doubt or confusion about anything in your pretty head.”
My hands tightened on her thighs. I held her close, slowly lifting her up, heading for the clubhouse. We'd had our fill of food and company, and it was time to go.
She leaned against me as we headed inside. Lungs rising and falling, I knew she was inhaling my scent. Excitement flickered through my body and pooled in my cock, pulsing now with total need.
Everybody else was outside, leaving the clubhouse to ourselves. Perfect. Nobody to hear her scream when I laid it deep – not that it would've stopped me for a single second.
When I needed to fuck this woman, I needed it down to my molecules. I needed it to survive. I'd go to pieces without her flesh beneath me, her soft moans turning to shrill catcalls in my ears.
I closed the door behind us and went straight for the bed. She didn't resist as I laid her down, finding my way between her legs, quickly tugging at the new jacket. It rolled off her shoulders and fell behind her.
The old fantasy I had right before returned. She started to help me roll off her shirt, but I stopped her when it was halfway up her belly at her gorgeous tits.
“You take it all off, baby. Then put the jacket back on. I want to ride with my old lady tonight.”
Must've said something right. She gave me a wide grin and blushed. That made me smile like a fucking fool, knowing she was dirty as the day was long, but she tried to hide it just for me.
Well, no more. No more goddamned secrets. I wanted to own her, real and honest, every sweet side of her. Saffron the slut, Saffron the lover, Saffron the old lady to savor and keep for the rest of my life. From tonight on, everything between us was gonna be as honest as it was when I had my cock between her legs.
So fucking real. Rough, raw, and explosive.
She hadn't finished undressing when I had to kiss her again. Those lips were like molten fire, hot and slippery and perfect under mine. My tongue shot into her mouth, searching for hers to tame.
I found it, sucking at her bottom lip. Her sweet skin twitched in my hands, goosebumps and muscles going wild, all doing the dirty work for me.
That's it, woman. Work it fucking harder. Work it all out on my cock.
Soon as she was naked, I went for my own clothes. Never thought getting naked for her the second time would be as good as the first, but this girl was full of surprises. She reached for me hungrily when I kicked off my boxers, grabbing at my ass.
That set me off. So did having her looking at me like that, keeping her little lips pursed and dangerously close to my cock.
I straddled the bed, grabbing her by the hair. “You got something you wanna do? Don't let me stop you, baby. Suck. Suck it deep and hard as long as you want.”
She licked her lips. My whole body tensed, lust exploding dizzying bursts. Shit hit my brain like a damned jackhammer when her pink lips engulfed my tip, and then her tongue went to work, nasty as it was skilled.
“Ah, fuck!” I grunted, jerking her hair hard in my hand.
The roughness didn't deter her one bit. She went deeper, sliding her way down my cock, digging her tongue up into the sweet spot under my head.
Oh, shit. No bones about it: the woman knew what she was doing. Made me wonder where she learned that, though I wished it didn't, because it made me think about her with other guys.
And thinking those thoughts caused my cock to grind angrily against her mouth, hungry to fuck away traces of every lover she'd ever had except me. And that was only the beginning.
I stared at the patches on her back from my perfect viewpoint. PROPERTY OF BLAZE?
Yeah, she fucking was.
Soon she was gonna do more than wear my brand. I'd make her into the Saffron she wanted to be, free as I was to do what I wanted on my terms. I'd fuck the past away, making her scream it out as she spread her legs to be filled, fucking to make room for every future she truly deserved.
Saffron's mouth moved slow, rhythmically, sucking harder each time she went to the edge and then pulled back. I could feel the energy welling up inside her, the desire in her movements. When she cupped my balls and squeezed with several rogue fingers, I nearly shot my load down her throat.
Too much. Time to change the angle.
I pushed my fingers deeper into her hair, really getting her tight. I had full control of everything except her wild ass tongue. Pushing and pulling her head up and down my length in steady strokes, nudging her back when it was too fucking much.
I closed my eyes and let the pleasure strike through me. It cut deep, hot, activating more primal needs. I opened my eyes and took a good, long look at her.
Her nipples were hard and perked out, just pleading to be pinched and sucked. Didn't need to see her pussy from here. I knew it was steaming and dripping wet, the reason she was starting to shake with each new lick.
Fuck! That word ricocheted in my skull over and over like a wild bullet.
I pushed her face completely off me. She looked up, wearing the wicked little smile that was so innocent but so damned naughty.
I reached low and gave her bare ass a good whack on one cheek. She jerked in surprise, and I enveloped her, feeling heat spread through the hot blood pressing against her skin.
“Come on, baby. Get on top. Need to take you for a fucking ride.”
Sexy excitement thrashed in her eyes as I lay down. My rough hands grabbed her legs and helped guide her, but they wouldn't stay put for long. I grabbed he
r breasts hard as she sank down on my cock with a loud gasp.
This was gonna be her ride, just like I said. I'd give it to her, all right, but she could take it at her own pace, a slow motion firecracker meant to explode on top of me again and again.
She leaned forward, grunting and pushing her nipples through my fingertips, perfect vices for pulling, plucking, pinching...
“Oh, God. Feels so fucking good, Blaze. Deeper.”
Deeper? Oh, yeah.
I pushed up, grinding against her clit. She started to shake, and I did too when her greedy cunt sucked at my cock, curling lush silk around it.
A man as experienced as me can always control it, but she gave me a run for my fucking money. Had to bare down on my muscles hard as our tempo sped up, and I dug my fingers deep into her ass, watching her tits swing, jerking her up and down on my cock.
The little sounds spilling out her lips were feral and sexy and sweet. One problem.: they were way too fucking tame for my liking.
I lifted one hand and spanked her ass again. Her hips bucked faster, racing along my length, drawing me deep before falling back again.
“You got the idea. Come on, Saffron. Come for your old man. You earned it, girl. You leave me hanging too long and I'll make your ass red. Come like you want to, baby.”
My words pushed her to the very brink, but she wasn't going over. Not yet. Her tits rolled and sweat dripped off them. The whole room smelled like raw fucking, enough to make a man trip all over himself if he staggered into it.
Come. The fuck. On!
I slapped her ass, harder this time. She jerked forward, grinding her clit against me, and stopped. I felt the explosion build up above her cunt and race down, before hurtling out in all different directions.
Saffron whipped her beautiful head back and came, growling like a wildcat, losing her ability to make anything but a breathless gasp after a few spasms ripped through her. I held on tighter, and I fucking needed to.
She pinched my cock like a goddamned vice, a perfect ring of pussy locked around my balls, sucking and coming all around my whole length. I thrust up in small, shallow strokes halfway through, making her come even harder, drawing out her orgasm until she cried.