I laugh at Torch as I feel him fondling my butt cheeks and reach back to smack his hand. “Watch your hands there, big boy.”
Another thing I have noticed with Torch is he is handsy but not in a creepy way. It’s just the way he is. I have to admit he has my body on edge from the ‘innocent’ little touches that have happened throughout the day. I’m enjoying it. I already brushed my teeth thirty or so minutes ago. I wanted to grab my phone from downstairs, but of course Torch just had to carry me.
Torch lets go of me, and I scream for a second before I land on top of the bed. “You dick!” I hold my chest. I thought he had fallen with me or dropped me.
He laughs, and I feel the bed move as he climbs in with me. I pout and cross my arms over my chest. I feel Torch crawling closer to me, but I don’t move.
His lips touch mine. I gasp, because I wasn’t expecting that. When I do, my mouth opens and he takes the advantage to deepen the kiss. I lift my hands to his face and tilt my head so I can deepen the kiss even more. Torch’s tongue runs over the seam of my lips before his teeth capture my bottom lip. He bites down gently, and I press my lips harder against his.
He pulls away and chuckles huskily. “Think twice about pouting again, won’t you?”
He set my body on fire with that kiss and thinks it’s over just like that? Nah, when I said I was diving into this headfirst, I meant it.
My hand is still on his face. I move it to the back of his head then pull his face toward me and press my lips hard back against his. He growls and sticks his hand into my hair, pulling slightly so he can take control of the kiss.
Then I am laid back onto the bed with him between my legs. The heat of him on me there has me groaning, and I can’t resist rubbing myself against his belly. Torch slowly slides his hand down my stomach, then to my waist and inside of my panties. My eyes shoot open at the feel of his hand so close to my…
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, his breath touching my kiss-swollen lips. I shudder and let out a deep sigh. I feel anxious waiting for his next move. He takes my mouth with his again, caressing as if he was making love to it. Who am I to argue?
Lifting my hips, I help him take off my panties. His hand touches my clit, and my body twitches. I have always been super sensitive.
I moan against his lips when his middle and forefinger enter me. My hands tighten in his hair. Those two fingers cause a pinch of pain for a split second, because it’s been a while.
He leisurely moves them inside me while his thumb moves against my clit. My toes start to curl as the orgasm pulls close. It’s so close I can almost reach it. Then he curls his fingers and hits that spot. My legs tremble and I scream as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had flows through me. I hold on to him as I come down from the high. He pulls his fingers from me, and then I hear him sucking on something.
Oh God. Did he?
I feel my face flame with embarrassment. Oh my God.
“Are you embarrassed?” he asks much to my horror.
“You…umm.” I wave my hand in the air, hoping he gets it and I won’t have to explain.
He chuckles, and I get even hotter. I’m pretty sure I am blushing to my toes now. “I couldn’t resist getting a taste of your pussy.”
Ground, swallow me up.
“Oh my God,” I whisper to myself over and over.
“Haven’t you ever had a man go down on you?” I can hear the amusement in his voice. He’s reveling in my embarrassment. I hide my face with my hand, as my face gets even hotter. “No,” I whisper, hoping he won’t hear me and lets it go.
“What was that?” he whispers in my face, and I jump.
I sigh and lift my hands from my face. “No.”
He growls, and I feel his hand on my pussy again, holding it like he is claiming it. “What kind of fucking men have you been with? Though, I’m glad I will be your first.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I don’t say anything. I feel Torch lie down on the bed. Then he pulls me over so I am lying on top of his chest. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night, Torch.”
***
Groaning, I stretch my hands above my head. When a hand moves on my waist, I can’t keep the smile off my face. My life has done a complete one-eighty in just a few days, but one thing I know is that I wouldn’t change a thing.
“Good morning, baby,” Torch whispers against the side of my neck, his breath raising goose bumps on my skin.
“Morning.” I reach over and touch his head, running my fingers through his hair. He lets out a sigh and burrows deeper into the side of my neck. Using my fingernails, I scratch the top of his head and giggle when he sighs again along with smacking his mouth together like a little kid.
I feel his head lifting off my shoulder and can feel him staring at me. “You laughing at me, baby?”
I suck my lips into my mouth and shake my head no. His lips touch the skin under my jaw, and I let my lips open at the feel of his. “I believe you’re lying to me.”
Raising my hand, I pinch my thumb and forefinger together. “Just a little bit.”
“Thought so,” he grumbles. His hand slides down my body, stopping at the top of my pussy. I hold my breath waiting for his next move. When he taps my clit, I jump and hiss through my teeth.
He chuckles while his lips keep touching my cheek. I can’t help but smile. “I think you need to be punished.”
That takes the smile off my face instantly. I gulp, loudly. “Wh-what do you mean?” I stutter and touch his shoulder.
“Hands above your head,” he growls. I bite my lip, but do as I’m told. The sheet is ripped off me, leaving me completely naked. I feel beyond exposed. I can’t see what’s happening and feel too open, so I move my hands toward my breasts.
He stops my movements and raises them back above my head. “Don’t hide yourself from me. I would never hurt you in any way. I haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as you. The only kind of punishment you’ll get from me is a raw throat from screaming my name as I make you come”—he stops and licks my nipple—“over”—he stops again and sucks my hard nipple deep into his mouth—“and over”—his mouth trails down to my belly button, leaving kisses in his wake—“again,” he says last and latches onto my clit. I scream at the sudden intense feeling.
“Oh my God,” I chant over and over at the feel of his tongue lapping. When it enters me, I scream again, because this feeling is so erotic it’s almost too much.
His tongue goes back to my clit, as his finger enters my pussy. I throw my head back. When he adds another finger, my legs start trembling. He growls, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I can’t help but scream while I experience the most powerful orgasm of my life. My whole body shakes and moves uncontrollably as shock wave after shock wave hits me. Torch’s body covers mine, his arms wrapping around me
My head falls to the side as my soul returns to my body. I can’t move and am not sure I will ever be the same again.
“You okay?” Torch chuckles cockily, and I don’t move or say a word. I close my eyes. My body is still shaking. Torch smoothes the hair out of my face, and I smile slightly at his sweetness.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.” I run my hand over my face.
“More where that came from.”
I can imagine him smirking right now. Shaking my head, I lift my hand until I touch his face then follow with my head. My lips hit his nose, so I drift down to his lips to give him a sweet, short kiss.
I pull away and lie back down onto the bed. Torch rolls over and takes me with him, so I’m now lying on top of his chest. Closing my eyes, I attempt to go back to sleep when the doorbell rings.
“I’ll be back, babe. It’s just one of my brothers.” He kisses the top of my head before he scoots out of bed. I fall onto a pillow and wrap my arm around it, clutching it to me.
I kind of want to follow him and see who’s down there. I remember how many steps it takes to get downstairs
and into the living room. Sitting up, I scoot off the bed on my butt until my feet touch the ground.
There’s a shirt under my feet, so I use my toes to pick it up. Pulling it over my head, I move my foot around some more until I find a pair of my sleep shorts. Using my toes again, I lift them up to me then put them on.
I reach over and touch the lamp beside the bed to get an idea where I am. I count my steps until I reach the door, then walk out into the hallway until I reach the wall opposite of me. I count my steps again until I reach the stairway. My hand holds on to the rail, and I walk down them with ease.
Halfway down, I hear a few men talking. The only voice I recognize is Torch’s. When I hit the living room floor, the talking halts.
“Who is this?” a deep voice asks.
“None of your fucking business. And stop staring at her like that,” Torch yells at the man. I can hear the anger in his voice. I can’t help but secretly love every bit of his alphaness.
“Why won’t you look at me?” the same voice asks, and my head shoots up, ashamed. I stare into nothing as my face flames with embarrassment, but then I raise my chin up. I won’t let that comment get me down.
“I’m blind,” I state and cross my arms over my chest. Then I walk farther into the living room, counting my steps under my breath as I go along. Torch throws his arms around me and tucks me into his side.
Torch
I don’t hear her walk down the stairs while I am talking to Techy until she gets to the bottom and that damn step creaks. I look over and she is literally every fucking man’s wet dream wearing my shirt and her hair mussed up slightly. Her face has that freshly fucked look.
Damn, she’s fucking hot.
I remember my MC brothers and see them staring at her. Staring at my Kayla. My temper flares, and I want to rip their fucking eyeballs out of their heads and erase her from their minds. Nobody sees her underdressed like this but me. She’s wearing my shirt and a pair of shorts that are barely visible below the bottom of the shirt.
“None of your fucking business. And stop staring at her like that,” I yell at Techy and our enforcer, Ryan, who came out to discuss the gang members being in town. We got rid of those fuckers two years ago.
Techy smiles that shit-eating grin of his, while Ryan raises an eyebrow. I let out a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose. I don’t give two flying fucks what they think.
“Why won’t you look at me?” Techy asks Kayla. Is that fucker that fucking stupid, or does he have a death wish? Ryan stares at Techy like he is the dumbest fucker in the world.
I take a step toward him, ready to pummel the inconsiderate prick.
“I’m blind,” Kayla tells him with her head raised high. I can’t help but feel proud of her right now. Someone says something so fucking stupid, yet she brushes it off.
She starts walking across the room, and I meet her halfway, tucking her under my arm.
“I’m sorry,” Techy apologizes, and I see her smile. She’s too fucking sweet, which doesn’t help me not feel protective of her. I want to protect that sweetness and keep her pure.
If I were a good guy, I would stay away and not taint her. I have killed, tortured, and done a lot of fucked-up things. I didn’t get the name Torch from nowhere. But I have only killed and tortured in the name of my club and protecting my family. Never without reason. And people will be able to sleep easy without those fuckers on the street.
“It’s okay,” Kayla’s angel voice accepts, as she smiles fully now, showing those dimples. I watch Techy and see him get that sheened look in his eyes. Hell. No.
Ryan sees it and smacks him on the back of the head. I nod my thanks to him. Techy is a goofy fucker, but he’s amazing with computers, saved all of our asses a couple times.
“We are going to the diner to eat breakfast,” Vin says. It’s an invitation.
“Wanna go, baby?” She nods then moves out of my arms, and I see her counting under her breath until she walks up the stairs completely at ease.
As soon as she is up the stairs and out of view, Techy looks at me with his mouth agape.
“Damn. Did you see the ass and tits on that girl?” He whistles, and I snap. I punch him in the face as hard as I can. He stumbles back a few steps.
“You are one dumb fucker.” Vin laughs and shakes his head.
Techy just smiles that goofy smile. “She is, though.” He walks to the other side of the room, away from me. Smart. I grab my cut off the back of the couch and slip it on. I got dressed before coming down the stairs. One perk of being a man; we only have to grab a clean pair of jeans and a black shirt.
A few minutes later, she comes back down the stairs wearing skinny jeans and a tight V-neck shirt. God help me. Why the fuck must they make clothes like that? Techy’s mouth falls open. I smack it closed before I walk over to Kayla.
Kayla
We fly down the highway on Torch’s motorcycle. It’s the most amazing feeling. I’m wrapped around his back. Even though I can’t see a thing, it’s so freeing feeling the wind and sun on my face while I can hear his three MC buddies roar down the highway beside us.
A few minutes later, we slow down and stop only seconds after. Torch climbs off and grips my waist to lift me off the bike. I take my helmet and leather jacket off, which I am assuming are his daughter’s.
He takes my hand and leads me. It would have been easier if I had my walking stick so I could walk myself without assistance, but I am sure even if I weren’t blind, he would behave the same way.
“A step in front of you,” he tells me, and I step up.
I hear the diner door open and touch the side of it as we walk inside. By the sounds of it, Torch’s three friends enter behind us.
“Scoot in the booth,” Torch orders. I reach forward to touch the table, then reach down and touch the booth seat before I bend to sit in the seat and scoot over. I feel Torch sit down beside me. Then there’s a sound of a chair getting pulled over. I am assuming it’s for one of the guys, because I don’t think all three will want to sit in a seat together.
A menu touches my hand, so I wrap my hand around it. “Want me to read it to you?” Torch asks, and I smile with relief.
He reads me the entire menu. The waitress comes over five times during that time, interrupting him. I can hear the sneer in her voice as she asks if he is finished yet. Rude much? Why must girls be bitches all the freaking time?
On the sixth time she pops over, we are finally ready to order. I decided to just get a hamburger, but have already forgotten what they call it. I know it sounded delicious with melted blue cheese and all of the works.
Torch orders for me, but stops halfway through and falls completely silent. Feeling uneasy, I grab his arm.
“What’s your problem?” Torch growls.
“Is she retarded or something? Can’t she order herself, or is she too stupid to read?” the bitch waitress sneers. I can feel the heat of her gaze on me.
Oh. No. She. Didn’t.
Did I mention I have a temper?
“Bitch, you better not be talking about me,” I warn her oh so calmly.
“Who else would I be I talking about?” she cackles, then something hits me in the face. I jerk and catch what she hit me with.
I sit calmly for a second and take ahold of my drink. “Duck,” I tell Torch and his buddies then stand up in my seat, lean forward quickly, and grab the bitch’s shirt. She squeals and scratches at my hand, trying to pull it loose, but I splash my drink directly in her face and then push her chest. Pieces of ice are still in the cup, so I reach inside and grab a handful before I lift her shirt open and drop them inside, then I let go of it and pat her chest hard.
“Oh shit!” Techy laughs.
I sit back down in my seat and grab the napkin she threw at me to wipe my hands. “Now, go get my food and a new drink, bitch.” I wave my hand, dismissing her.
“Damn, Kayla!” Torch laughs in disbelief. I shrug. I may be fucking blind, but I’m not a pushover.
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br /> “No, she isn’t going back to work. You’re fired, bitch,” Torch growls at her when I feel him stand up. “You have ten fucking seconds to get out of this restaurant. The Devil’s Souls MC owns this place.”
I can hear her shoes slapping the ground as she runs away and can't keep the grin off my face. Serves her right.
“I'll get Jackie to fix our food,” Ryan says, and I hear the booth creak as he stands.
“Kayla, you’re like the sweetest little shit, but then you got pissed and I saw the devil pop out,” Techy says and starts laughing.
I grin from ear-to-ear, glad they approve of my crazy. Torch laughs right along with him. I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling happy.
A few minutes later, I hear plates being set on the table, the glass clacking against the top. My hand is lying on the table, and I feel the plate hit it. Reaching onto my plate, I touch my burger and fries to get a feel of where everything is.
I grab a napkin, set it in my lap, and take my burger with both hands, raising it toward my mouth and taking a huge bite. We eat in silence with Torch touching my leg one too many times for it to be an accident.
Once Torch and the guys pay, Torch rests his hand on the small of my back as we walk out of the diner. I feel completely safe with him. I just can’t explain it. I’ve dated plenty of times, but none of those guys touch the scale of how Torch is with me. I’ve been left on a date in a restaurant because the guy was embarrassed by being seen with me.
“What was the waitress’ deal?” I ask him as we walk toward his motorcycle.
He sighs and moves his arm so I am tucked against his side. “She is a hang-around wanting to be an ole lady.”
“Ahhh,” I draw out and shake my head. “Bitches be crazy.” I laugh at the thought of that stupid waitress. She totally made a fool of herself. Maybe she’ll think twice about being a bitch knowing she got her ass handed to her by a blind girl.
Torch laughs and then I’m airborne for a second before he sets me on the motorcycle. I scoot back and slip on the leather jacket. After he sets the helmet on my head, I snap the straps to secure it. He climbs on and starts it up, his hands going to my thighs as he pulls me close until I am front to back with him.
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