by Nicole Snow
Blaze looked at him coolly. After an awkward minute, he threw one arm around Stinger's neck and pulled him in close.
“We'll all pretend we didn't fucking see that. It's too nice a night to dress you down for fucking around in the garages. Just get a fucking room, brother.”
“You're the boss. Come on, Sangria.” He tugged the girl up and pushed the door open, urging her ahead of him with a slap on the ass.
He paused just before going inside. “Damned good to see you two happy again. I just hope you can drag yourselves in tomorrow to greet Throttle's crew. Those boys are gonna be thirsty after a long ride, Saffron.”
“Hey, fuck off, asshole,” Blaze growled. “I know how to hold my booze and my dick. I can go all night and still put on a tie in the morning.”
“Yeah, brother, maybe around your dick. We're all pretty fucking lucky there's not much to throwing on leather and jeans after a long night.”
The men enjoyed a loud, raucous laugh before the VP disappeared inside, chasing down his girl. When we were finally alone, I burst out laughing. The rough way bikers razzed each other was like two bears wrestling, and it made me giggle every time.
Blaze looked at me with questioning eyes. I caught his gaze and held it. “Did you really mean that? Think you can handle me tonight without limping in tomorrow?”
He smiled at the challenge. I squealed as he swept me off the ground, throwing me high over his shoulder and carrying me to his bike.
“I'd fucking better, baby. Everybody sleeps better after they come, right? Gonna be doing a lot of that tonight. If we're not sleeping like babies for a few hours before sunup, then I know I'm getting old.” He brought a palm to my ass and I jerked in his arms, delighted.
No matter how many times Blaze sat me on his backseat and fixed my helmet, I never stopped feeling all tingly. It was one more subtle way he loved me. Hell of an appetizer for what we had waiting for us at home too.
“You keep your hands above the waist while I'm driving,” he warned. “You can have this all to yourself when we get home. Don't need my dick to blow up in my pants while I'm on the open road.”
I laughed. He started the engine and hit the automatic switch behind him.
I held my hard, sexy, crude man as we roared onto the winding mountain roads. God help me, I didn't have a clue how I could hold any more love for him.
Then we got home and he had a surprise that knocked me stupid.
Blaze ravaged me.
No sooner than I stepped out of the bathroom after changing into fishnets, I propped myself against the door, running my splayed fingers along the fresh ink.
His muscles jerked and he sat up on our bed. “Holy fucking shit. Is that what I think it is?”
“Careful,” I purred to him as he crossed the room. “It's a little tender. But it's all yours, baby.”
I smiled, stealing his pet name for once. His hand caught me near the knee and slowly inched its way up, taking in the old lady's brand with his name on it.
“Property of Blaze,” he said in a low whisper. “No shit. Hope you remember how well I treat everything I own.”
“Show me,” I said, pushing against his broad chest.
He pulled me in close and kissed me like a man possessed. My fingers tightened on his bare chest, running my nails down his ink as my hands glided over him. I reached into his boxers, the only thing he had on, and tugged at his magnificent cock.
It was hard, giving me a salute no other man could hope to match. I moaned into his mouth, never taking my fingers off his length, rubbing slowly up and down as we kissed.
His tongue pushed in, tasting me deeper, fucking past my lips. I must've been fooling myself if I thought I had a prayer of lasting in this heat.
I melted closer to him. When he felt my nipples against his skin, he cupped my ass in both hands, pulling me off my feet. My cue to hold onto his neck.
In an instant, we were across the room, and he rolled on top of me. Blaze kissed and sucked and ran his wicked mouth down to my breasts, making me whimper. My nipples plumped to lush fullness in his mouth, trained to dance so well against his tongue.
His flesh was getting hotter by the second. When he pushed one hand between my legs and found my clit, I jerked like he'd shot lightning through me. His laps moved faster, winding me up with heat and wetness, readying me for the inevitable.
He brought me to the very shaky, breathless edge. Orgasm teased my brain, a fire building in my cunt with evil need, tightening around his fingers each time he stroked me deep. Around and around and around like rampant clockwork.
He only stopped when he sensed me coming close, pausing to pull back and rip away his boxers.
“Not yet, baby,” he growled. “Get on this dick and ride. I wanna see my new brand up close.”
I smiled. No way to say no to that.
We rolled, and I straddled him, planting my hands perfectly around the devil on his chest. Their fierce expressions almost matched as I lowered myself onto his cock, cursing when he shifted deep inside me, finding his place.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed.
“No. You say that when we're going eighty miles an hour over the cliff, baby. We're not even doing fifty yet...”
His hips began to rock. This time wasn't slow and sensual, a gradual glide to release.
He fucked up into me like a fast moving storm, holding my ass and jerking it back and forth to match his thrusts. His eyes flicked from my swaying tits to the fresh tattoo, and it excited him a little more each time he saw it.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fu–!”
Rude spasms cut me off. I convulsed on his cock, whipping my head back and locking my legs around him. I couldn't move another muscle because everything below my waist turned to stone, but he kept me going, shifting me hard onto his length when he buried himself deep.
Fire, fire, nothing but endless fire.
I was barely finished coming when he kicked into a higher gear, bouncing me so high on his cock the old mattress beneath us shook and shrieked. A wilder ecstasy flooded my veins, energizing me again.
An old lady gives as well as she receives...
Through the sweet madness, I focused on him. I rolled my hips forward, fucking him the same way I used to dance, jerking him off in my wet, hot, hungry heat. I wanted to milk every last drop from his balls and feel his muscles stiffen in passion.
I pushed my fingers into his and rode harder. Must've been doing something right, because soon his fingers were locked on mine like a vice. Our romp was becoming more like some strange dance than two people in bed fucking.
I sweated, I screamed, I ground my hips into him. I saw his eyes roll and lose their focus just one second before I exploded a second time. Blaze took one last look at my rippling tattoos and came with me.
Savage little growls and sharp gasps snorted out our lips. Every muscle from my head to the ends of his toes seized up, burned, and pulsed in a shower of sparks. Our release moved in a wave, all pure fire, ending in the thick ropes he hurled into my womb.
I choked a little when it finally stopped. It was like my body had tried to digest a slice of something too good, too pure for this world.
“Come here, pretty woman. Rest your head on old scratch. Need you to catch your breath before we do anything else...”
He slid out of me and pulled me in, nestling me perfectly on his chest. I listened to the steady thump in his chest slowly calming, recovering its normal beat.
We lay like that together for a solid minute before he reached to the nightstand.
“Been saving this for a special night. It's my call, and I've decided it's this one.”
I blinked and lifted my head. He helped me sit up and shoved a small object with smooth edges into my hand.
When I saw it was a ring box, my heart almost stopped. I would've dropped the damned thing if Blaze didn't wrap my little hands in his and give them a good squeeze.
“I've never been much for tradition, but this one's important.
I already claimed you, baby. Now let's make it official.” He fished the box from my hands and popped it open with his thumb, holding the ring out to me. “Will you marry me in Reno next year?”
Holy, holy shit. I tensed up. Never expected a man to propose to me naked and sweaty after sex, but somehow this was distinctly Blaze, and that meant it was totally perfect.
“Really need a yes,” he said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his deep voice. “We can take a few weeks, go down to Reno, have the brothers take care of everything...”
“Oh, Michael. Oh, Blaze...it's not a yes. It's a hell yes.” I threw my arms around his huge neck, holding him so tight he forgot to breathe.
Smiling, he kissed me deep. He took the box, plucked the ring from its holder, and tossed the empty container across the room.
I laughed. That was all Blaze too. Typical, savage, and sweet.
The laughter faded when the ring was actually on my finger. It glowed beautifully in the dim lamplight. Couldn't wait to see how it looked out in the October sun tomorrow.
“Now kiss me again,” he growled. “Those lips taste fucking awesome as my old lady. Always had a feeling they'd taste even sweeter as my wife.”
Oh, I kissed him, all right.
I gave him a deep, wet, succulent kiss. It lasted so long the gold band on my finger heated with our passion, and soon was I underneath him, clawing at his back all over again.
Love like this is never for the faint of heart. I smiled, overflowing with love and pleasure, and it wasn't all the ring or the expert way he sent my flesh to heaven.
I knew I'd truly started the rest of my life, lost forever in this bad boy's raging love.
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He looked me up and down. My panties drowned with wet heat, forced out as his eyes crawled over my flushed skin.
I was losing control, and it felt good. Damned good.
Where the hell had the shrieking bitch gone? Was she really put down so easy by a few shots?
“You know, I've seen hundreds of guys watching me shake my thing. But nobody watched me the way you did that night.”
“Yeah?”
The air between us swarmed with heat and pheromones. Maverick recognized the animal glint in my eyes and threw his arms around me at once, jerking me onto his lap.
Holy shit. What's happening? Why can't I stop?
The mutinous nub between my legs pulsed, sending rough, filthy fire straight up my core. It was like two years of pent up frustration boiled over at once.
I shouldn't have been surprised. A young girl can only hold her body under the big, sexy gun without going further for so long. I just never expected I'd throw myself at a biker – not a man like the brutes who'd wrecked my life.
Was I that f*cked up?
It sure didn't feel like it with his hot breath on me. Maverick leaned in, one little touch away from fusing his lips to mine. I wondered if he'd taste as good as he smelled.
“You like being watched, babe?” He was only an inch away, running the very tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.
Hearing him call me 'babe' didn't upset me anymore. It had a nice ring to it in his deep, slightly smoky, and very manly voice.
“I like touching more.” Crap. I almost said f*cking, but then I would've sounded like a complete and total slut.
His hands tightened around me. Good, I thought.
Let him think I'm a wounded little birdie if it gives me this heat, this sweet distraction. Hell, maybe I need to let go a little. I need something new to take away the memories.
I wasn't a tiny girl, but Maverick was huge. His hands traveled lower down my back, stopping on my hips to squeeze and throw me forward.
My legs went around his waist, and I sensed the very edge of a raging hard-on below his jeans. My hips bucked instantly, grinding against him.
“F*ck!” he whispered, pressing one hand behind my head.
No more screwing around. He pulled me into him, and his lips were on mine. It was a world shattering a kiss, a kiss so wicked and intense it caused me to short circuit.
I moaned into his sweet lips, running my tongue across them...
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