Inflame Me

by Ryan Michele

  “I’m ditching Flash, and you’re in my bed from now on.” She gasps. “I’ve seen your body when the doc checked you out, and you’re perfect to me. Is that straight enough for you.”

  She stares at me like a doe-eyed deer, and it takes everything in me not to burst out laughing at the sight.

  “Why would you want me now?”

  Stupid woman.

  “Look, I don’t play games. I’m too old for that shit, too. That being said, even after all these years, I want you in my bed, with me.”

  “I …” I don’t want to hear what she has to say, so I press my lips to hers, shutting her up and taking her, branding her as mine.

  TANNER LIES WITH her arms above her head, spread eagle on the bed, showing me that pretty pink pussy of hers. Fucking hell, she’s hot. Her pussy lips glisten with moisture, and I want nothing more than to lick and taste her until she screams.

  I slowly move up her body, using the tips of my fingers to trace up her legs. Her skin prickles as my fingers go up, and her body shivers beautifully. I continue with my fingers up her thighs to the V between her legs, but not touching the target. Instead, I move around it, up her stomach, around her belly button, and to the bottom of her breasts.

  “Rhys,” she gasps, making me smile.

  I haven’t even begun my torture of her body yet, and she’s already aching for me. When I circle her nipples with my fingertips, they pull together tightly, almost turning purple. I can’t believe how responsive she is to me, like she was made specifically for me. Fucking shit.

  I shake that thought out of my head. Not the time for it.

  Her back arches, putting those beautiful tits right in my face. I suck a nipple in, feeling it elongate on the roof of my mouth, while my hand plays with her other nipple. The noises she makes are such a fucking turn on.

  I will my dick to calm the fuck down, but he has a hell of a hard time when it comes to Tanner. It’s been a long time since a woman let me play like this. They never wanted to, only there for the quick fuck. Not with Tanner. Every inch of her, I want to saver and caress until I’m the only person or thing she thinks about. I want to inflame her body to the point of combustion, only leaving embers burning in its wake.

  It’s been a long time since I tied a woman up, but fuck me, it’s something I’m craving to do with this woman right here—tie her up and never let her go.

  “Let me touch you,” she says breathily.

  “Hands stay up there.”

  She groans in frustration yet listens and complies.

  I take my time, giving the same treatment to the other breast and even underneath each of them. Using my tongue, I make a trail down her stomach, over to her side, up around her tit, and the same on the other side. Tanner’s skin prickles and bumps with each lick. The taste of her skin is heaven—salty yet all woman.

  Moving down to the small patch of red curls at her pussy, I rub my stubbly beard all over it, back and forth, just needing to mark her. I inhale deeply, smelling Tanner’s arousal, and I need my sin. I need it now.

  From asshole to clit, I make a huge swipe up with my tongue, and Tanner bursts on my tongue. The taste is so fucking sexy I close my eyes briefly, just to catalogue it in my head so I never forget.

  I pull her to me, lifting her ass with my hands and eat her in long strokes, short fast ones, combining my fingers inside of her warm, soft pussy. She moans, mewls, and begs, but I don’t relent. She tries to move her hips from side to side, but I hold her still, driving her to the brink.

  Her clit gets hard as stone under my touch, and I pull back just a bit, making more languid strokes and pulling my fingers from her warmth.

  “Don’t stop!” she yells out, barely able to lift her head from the bed.

  “Sprite, what did I tell you before? I run things. You’ll get what I give you, what pleasure I give you.”

  “Please,” she begs. I love the fucking sound of that shit.

  “Hold on for me.” I go back to the sin that is between her thighs and devour her, memorizing every fold and curve her pussy has.

  I squeeze her ass cheeks, stopping her movement. Then I pull her clit in my mouth and suck hard. She lets out a scream, but she hasn’t tipped over quite yet.

  I pull away, lift her legs from the bed, and press them to my chest, her feet dangling above my shoulders. I put a condom on quickly and drive home into Tanner, who comes instantly, her legs on either side of my head coming together and trapping me.

  In and out, I thrust my dick to encompass every inch of her. I want to be so deep she feels me for days so she knows I’m the one who she fucked. I’m the one who gave her the pleasure. Me.

  My spine prickles, and my balls draw up. I’m going to come, and there is no stopping it. I pound into her, rubbing her clit hard with my fingers, and just as she sets off again, I release. It hits so fucking hard I would be surprised if the top of my dick is still intact.

  “Holy shit,” she says, sucking in breath. I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard her curse, and I can’t stop the chuckle. “What?”

  “Just funny, Sprite. Hearing you cuss.”

  “Whatever,” she says.

  I lie down on her, her head resting on top of mine. I can feel her facial muscles pulling, no doubt into a smile. Damn, I am so fucked.

  I RUB MY hand back and forth on Tanner’s arm. She’s been sleeping for quite a while, but I need her to wake. I just got a text from Pops that we needed to get our asses back to the clubhouse now. Fuck if I know what’s going on, but our alone time just got pulled short.

  “Hey,” she whispers groggily.

  “Hey. Need you to get your stuff. We’ve gotta head back to the clubhouse.”

  Her head pops up. “Already?”

  “Yep. Get dressed.”

  Tanner moans, but hurriedly pulls on her clothes and stuffs the rest of her things in a bag. “Ready.”

  “Let’s go get Dagger and your mom.”

  I WANTED TANNER on the back of my fucking bike, but that isn’t an option when Mearna can’t get on the back of Dagger’s. Tanner insisted that she drive her mother, so I had to let her drive that piece of shit that we damaged. It’s not the most ideal thing, but when I called Pops, he told us to get our asses back now, by any means, and this is our means. I don’t like it, but it’s all we’ve got. Dagger’s leading, followed by Tanner and her mom, and then me. It’s the best we can do.

  One good thing, though, is the car isn’t leaking shit all over the place, so it could be worse.

  Pulling into the compound, Derek, the new prospect, is at the gate and waves us in. Tanner’s car stalls just as we get inside the gate, and I have to swerve to miss hitting it. Fucking hell. I should be pissed, but I’m not. It’s not her fault, and it’s by some miracle that we even made it here.

  We park and help the woman into the clubhouse. Dagger carries Mearna. Something weird is going on with that shit, but I don’t have time for it right now.

  Entering the main room, Pops greets us at the door. “You have two problems. One …” He points over to the bar where that bitch Sandra is looking at me all wide-eyed and rising from the stool of the bar. “And two, we’re discussing in church in ten minutes.” I pull Tanner close to me, and Pops raises his brow. “Get this shit handled,” he says before walking off.

  “Who’s that?” Tanner asks, looking up at me.

  “Trouble,” I grumble. “Why don’t you go with Dagger and get your mom settled?” I move my arm away as she nods skeptically. Hell, I don’t blame her a bit.

  “Rhys, baby, where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you.” Sandra steps into my space and locks her lips with mine.

  I push her hard, and she lands on her ass in front of me. “What the fuck gives you the right to kiss me, you bitch?” Anger blazes in me. I see nothing but red. No one fucking touches me, let alone kisses me, without my consent.

  “I just wanted to come and see you.” She tries to stand in her slutty high heels.


  “Big fucking mistake.” I turn to Tanner, whose mouth is gaping. “Sprite, go to your room with your mother.” She doesn’t move. “Sprite!” I yell. She jumps, looking at me like I have lost my damn mind, and I pretty much have when it comes to the bitch in front of me.

  Tanner says nothing, but she does walk away.

  “Cruz, GT,” I call out, and the guys come over. “Need somewhere to lock this bitch up until I can deal with her.” Fucking bitch is a liar, and I should have dealt with her ass a long fucking time ago.

  “Panic room,” GT calls out. It’s not really called that, but it scares the shit out of people who hear it. It’s a room we can lock from the outside with no windows, so we know the bitch can’t get out.

  After locking her up and hearing her plead, we move to church.

  “Know what this shit’s about?” I ask Cruz.

  “Fuck no. Pops just called everyone in.” He tosses his phone on the pool table with mine.

  “Girls are fine,” Dagger says, entering the room. I have no doubt that Tanner is not fine. Then again, she has to know both sides of me, so I don’t regret shit. That bitch Sandra has more than a little shove coming to her. I’m half tempted to put Princess in there with her for a half hour.

  I lift my chin and take my seat at the large, rectangular table that has been in this room for generations. Everyone is here, including Tug, Buzz, and Breaker, the newest members of the Ravage MC.

  Bang. The gavel slams, all eyes focusing up on Pops.

  “What we did for Blaze is coming back to bite us in the ass,” Pops says.

  We all knew this day was coming. Blaze had these two assholes, father and son, who used to rape her repeatedly. She got away and disappeared here to Sumner, but they found her and tried to take her. That didn’t happen. There was a huge fire fight, and we took those assholes out, instead. The problem is, those two fuckers ran with one of our major distributers that we do runs for. With them gone, I have no doubt they are losing money.

  Tug’s eyes could burn wood. Blaze is his ol’ lady, and he would do anything to protect her. “Yeah,” he says, staring right at Pops.

  “Calm your shit,” Pops demands, but Tug doesn’t move an inch. “The assholes actually thanked us.” My eyes shoot to Pops. What the fuck? “Yep, said that Santos and Frank were two assholes that they were ready to get rid of.”

  “Then what’s the problem?” this comes from Becs, VP of Ravage.

  “The guys who took over want to be compensated for how much cash they’ve lost.”

  I close my eyes. Fucking hell.

  “And how much?” Dagger asks.

  “Well, that’s the kicker. We either pay them two hundred thousand dollars, or some of us go work for him for a week.”

  What in the Sam hell is going on here?

  “You mean they want us to go up there so they can beat the hell out of us?” I ask.

  “Pretty much,” Pops says.

  “No fucking way any of us are going up there,” Dagger says, stroking his beard. “They’ll have bullets in our heads before it’s time for us to leave.”

  I shake my head. “No fucking way,” I agree.

  “All right, you want to tell me how we’re going to come up with that much cash?” Pops asks. “And what’s to say that, if we give them the money, they won’t ask for more in the coming years?”

  True. Pops is right. There is nothing stopping them from coming back over and over with this shit hanging over our heads.

  “Why don’t we just go to the source? Go to Ralphie. Tell him how they are fucking his shit up and work with him. Let him handle these assholes,” Cruz throws in.

  That shit could actually work.

  “We need to find out if, their numbers got fucked up, when we took out Santos and Frank, or did they keep it business as usual?” I tell them, looking at Buzz.

  “I’m almost through the last of the codes for the computer.” He’s been working relentlessly to break codes to get access into a computer that we believe will tell us who in the hell has been fucking with us this entire time.

  “Take a break and get this shit together. I’ll call Ralphie and set up a meeting. We’ll all go, but it has to be soon,” Pops says as he stands. “All in agreement?”

  All hands rise as the gavel gets slammed down. Buzz is the first to break off as others follow.

  “What’s the verdict with Ralphie?” I ask GT, Tug, Dagger, Becs, and Pops, the only ones left in the room.

  “Toss up. He’s a bastard, so no matter what, he’s not going to make it easy. As soon as Buzz has information, I’m calling,” Pops answers dismissing us.

  I rub my face with my hand. Fucking hell. Walking out of church, I head to the panic room. I need to take care of Sandra and shut her up once and for all, so I can get back to Tanner.

  I LIE NEXT to my mom on the bed, replaying what I just witnessed in my head over and over again. If Rhys didn’t think twice to put his hands on that woman, would he do that to me? After what happened with my mother, I can’t deal with a guy like that. While I may feel safe and protected in his arms, the fact that those hands could hurt me at any time is like a knife to the gut. He has scared me from the moment I met him, with the tattoos lining his body and the stare that could kill something by just a single look. It’s definitely not something I want in my life.

  What life? Dagger and Rhys say we have to stay here, but shit. How much longer? Mom seems to be getting better, so we need to just cut our ties and leave, get away from this place. Listen to me. I sound just like my mother. Running. Since when did I turn into that woman? I’m not. I’ve always faced things head on and figured out ways to make things work.

  I’m sure Rhys has an explanation. Right?

  A slight tap comes to the door as it opens. “Hey, can I come in?” Princess asks, carrying a little boy.

  “Sure.” I sit up as my mother stirs.

  “Who’s this?” my mother asks.

  “This is Cooper. Mine and Cruz’s little guy.” Princess’s face lights up like a football stadium when talking about the little boy. He’s unbelievably cute and definitely resembles Cruz.

  “Hi, there,” I say, standing from the bed.

  “Hi. I Cooper,” he says, wiggling down from his mother.

  “I’m Tanner, and this is my mom, Mearna,” I tell him, and my mom smiles.

  “Mearna …” He puts his finger on his chin like he’s pondering something. “Like Brave!” he yells and looks at Princess.

  “Merida is Brave, but close.” I have absolutely no idea what in the world they are talking about. As Princess looks up at me, she smiles. “It’s a Disney movie. He’s watched it about a million times.”

  “Okay.” I haven’t seen one of those since I was kid. I couldn’t even tell you the last one.

  “I go pay?” Cooper says, looking up at his mom.

  “Yep. Daddy’s in church. Stay away from the doors,” she orders. Cooper doesn’t waste another second, darting off down the hallway. “He’s a handful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “Cute kid.”

  She enters the room and comes to the bed. “So, how are ya feeling?” she asks my mother.

  “Pretty good. As long as I don’t move certain ways, I’m good.”

  “So, pretty much when you’re still?” Princess chuckles.

  “Not exactly, but something like that.”

  “It’ll take a while to heal.” Princess looks at me. “And you?”

  “I’m good.” I want to talk to her, but I really don’t want to do it with my mother sitting right here.

  “I have something that I want you to see. Will you come with me?” Princess asks, and elation fills me. Is she a mind reader or something?

  “Yep, I’ll be right back, Mom.” I kiss my mother’s cheek then follow Princess out of the room and down the hall. She opens a door, and we step inside.

  “This is mine and Cruz’s.”

  I nod as she shuts the door. The bed is perfectly mad
e, something that doesn’t happen in Dagger’s room unless I do it, but my mother is usually lying on it. I can’t complain. At least all the sheets and blankets are clean.

  “Have a seat.”

  I take a seat on the bed, one leg bent at the knee and the other leg hanging off the bed.

  Princess seems so happy in her own skin. She just exudes confidence, and I admire that.

  “What’s on your mind? And don’t tell me nothing, because I know something’s there.” She sits, a mirror image to me with her hands on her legs, looking at me expectantly.

  “Rhys scares me.”

  She laughs, full-out, no-holds-barred laughs. “Girl, he scares everyone.”

  “No, I know like that, but he scares me.” I suck in a breath. “Having sex with him is like no other. He does things to me that I’ve never experienced.”

  “So he fucks you right. Good for him. What’s the problem?”

  I sigh. “The problem is I can’t distinguish between my heart and just sex. I’m not the type of girl who does that. And then …” I trail off.

  “Then what?” she presses.

  “I saw him push a woman on her ass in the main room. Is he violent with women?” I twist my fingers, not wanting the answer, but needing it.

  “You’re talking about Sandra.” She shakes her head. “I wanted to go out and beat her fucking ass myself, but Cruz wouldn’t let me.” I stare at her with wide eyes. “That bitch fucked this whole club, and the only reason no one touched her out there is because she’s Rhys’s shit to clean up. He brought that bitch into Ravage, and he needs to get her out.”

  “Get her out?” I ask. God, I sound so pathetic.

  “Sweetheart, I know you’re new to this shit, but you need to be a fast learner, especially if you want to be on Rhys’s arm, and from the look on your face, you do. That’s a whole other issue for another time. This right here—Sandra—she fucked with the club; therefore, she is dealt with. Most of the time, that means she will disappear and never be heard from again.” Princess quirks her brow, and I read between the lines. Holy shit, they are going to kill her? “Now, to be in this club, that shit needs to roll off you.”