Rafe: Devil’s Flame MC, Book 1

by Hart, Romi

  That thought gave her courage, and she waltzed right up to Rafe, leaning into him. “So, what now, big guy? Do you need your entourage, or will it just be you and me?”

  He smirked. “I don’t share.” Slinking an arm around her waist, he held her against him, and Kira gazed up at him, the longing growing stronger by the moment. “What about you? Do you need a little liquid courage before we go, or are you ready?”

  Kira shook her head. She didn’t want her senses doused in the slightest. “No, I like having my wits about me.”

  He laughed, and the sound vibrated through her deliciously. “That’s too bad because I’m going to make you forget your own name before the night’s over.”

  This time, she didn’t hold back the strangled sound, and she certainly didn’t reject him as he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue working its way past her lips and taking control of her until she thought it might reach the depths of her soul. She’d heard about toe curling experiences, but this was the first time she’d ever been so aroused by nothing more than a kiss. She was actually glad he had hold of her, or she might have melted into the floor.

  He pulled back slowly, his breathing a little ragged, and for some reason, that pleased her greatly. She took a second to comb her fingers through her hair and right herself, and then she turned to find Tara so she could say goodnight, but only to find her lips locked with the blond. Zeke, was it? “I guess she’s got a ride,” Kira muttered to herself.

  But Rafe obviously heard her and laughed. “Don’t worry. Zeke will take care of her. If she’s drunk, he’ll just give her a ride home.” Kira eyed him suspiciously, but he didn’t waiver. “We’re all gentlemen, when duty calls.” He bent low, his mouth on her ear. “But you insisted on not getting drunk, didn’t you?”

  He had a point. Every move she’d made tonight had been calculated, and Kira had to wonder if Rafe’s had, as well. Maybe they’d both been flagging each other all night, looking for the same result, in which case there was nothing to do now but stay the course. Grabbing his belt and pulling him closer, she pushed up on her toes and licked his jaw. “You’re right. I’m stone cold sober, and you should keep that in mind. I made a choice. So don’t expect to be the only one getting your rocks off.”

  The expression he gave her was downright dangerous, and she couldn’t remember ever having been more turned on in her life. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. Getting your rocks off is more than half the fun. Come on, let’s get out of here before I bend you over this table and fuck you straight into tomorrow.”

  He took her hand and practically dragged her out of the bar, and she giggled. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” she retorted.

  “I don’t know about my mother, but I kissed you with it, and you seemed to like it. Imagine what else I can do with this mouth on the ride. That way, you’re good and wet when we get where we’re going.”

  3

  No one’s touching her, not even me, right? Rafe clenched his jaw as Kira climbed on the bike behind him. His crotch ached, his cock swollen with the idea that she wanted to crawl in bed with him. How was he supposed to handle this? A confident, sexy as hell woman who wanted to get in his pants bad enough to leave with him after a few hours of banter and a couple of steamy kisses? It was too much to resist, and he was about to break every rule he’d laid out for himself and the rest of the MC.

  He cranked the engine and squeezed his eyes shut as her delicate hands circled his waist and fell far too low on his stomach, nearly brushing the tent in his pants. He could do this. He could get her back to the clubhouse, into one of the back rooms, and then he could…what? Tie her up? Walk away?

  Not likely, considering he nearly whimpered in pain as she pushed into his back with her breasts and leaned her cheek against him. Maybe he could drown his hard on with a half a bottle of whiskey and pass out, leave word for a couple of the prospects to guard the door so she didn’t get out.

  Dammit, what had he gotten himself into? As he turned to look at her, the image of her straddling his bike had all kinds of ideas about her sprawled across his body crossing his mind, and he swallowed against it. “You ready?”

  “Oh, I’m ready, big guy.” She gave him that seductive grin, and he still couldn’t tell if it was honest or not. He knew she was all about pissing off her brother, and Rafe wanted that more than she probably did. But how much interest did she have in getting under him versus getting under anyone wearing a cut that wasn’t Diamond King?

  It shouldn’t have mattered, but for some reason, he wanted Kira to want him specifically, even if he was hell bent on not satisfying the raging hard on she gave him.

  He rode hard and fast, trying to cool himself with the wind blowing through his hair and over his skin, but even taking the long way around didn’t refresh him. As he pulled into the clubhouse parking lot, his whole body tensed, his head swirling and his cock throbbing, as if he was about to get laid. And really, he could take that route, if he wanted to. Other than a little razzing from the guys for going back on his word, there were no consequences. He was going to kill Jake, so he wasn’t worried about retaliation.

  But his pride would suffer.

  Which would hurt worse, his ego or his blue balls?

  “Nice place,” Kira commented, hopping off the back of the bike as he cut the engine. He watched her survey the front of the nondescript building, looking more like an old storage shed on the outside than anything else. Then, she turned and put her hands on her hips, arching a brow at him. Even in the dark, he could see her dark brown eyes dancing, and he couldn’t make himself stand just yet, needing to adjust his pants. “Please tell me you don’t share a room here.”

  Rafe smirked at that. “No, doll. I take my own space, when I want it. I have a place, but it’s awfully far out. Thought this might be better.” Not to mention, he didn’t need a kidnapped woman at his house. Or to be completely alone with her. He hoped being here, with his club, might douse some of the flames that were burning his loins and threatening to have him combust.

  “Good,” she said, sidling up to him and reaching with no shame between his legs. Her hand caressing him roughly through his jeans had him gripping the handlebars tighter to avoid a tremble racking his body. Jesus, she was going to kill him with her brazenness! “Although, if you wanted me to ride you right here, I’m not shy. And I’m sure the vibration of that powerful engine wouldn’t hurt in terms of getting us both hot and bothered.”

  Forcing out a strained reply, Rafe told her hoarsely, “Considering what you’re doing right now, I think you know how hot and bothered I already am. If you want any kind of performance, we better take this inside.”

  With one more rough stroke, she pulled away and shrugged. “Suit yourself, big guy. Lead the way.”

  There was nothing to hide now. Kira had essentially felt how aroused he was and doubled the size of his erection with her teasing. Wincing, he dismounted and put a hand at the small of her back, taking perverse pleasure in letting his fingertips graze the swell of her ass as he guided her toward the door and then through the common area toward the bunk rooms. There weren’t many of the guys left, and most of them were half asleep or drunk, but they all eyed him and gave Kira lascivious stares. He glanced around with a warning glare, playing the alpha card he rarely drew. Even if he did cross a line, he didn’t want anyone deciding it would be okay to take advantage of Kira. That wasn’t how his MC functioned, and no one was going to start a trend.

  For some reason, he felt a bit of relief when they made it to the hallway, out of view of the others. But it was short lived as he led her into the room he claimed as his and shut the door behind them. Being truly alone with her changed the dynamic, and it was decision time. How gallant and chivalrous could he be, faced with this dangerously sexy, seductive, and confident woman who was ready to take what she wanted from him without apology?

  She didn’t waste time, spinning to face him and planting her hands on his chest hard enough to shove him against the doo
r. He gazed down at her diminutive figure with amusement. “You’re sassy and strong. That’s a pretty intimidating combination, even for someone like me.”

  Kira shrugged and smirked. “I’m sure you like a challenge. This one is just a different kind. Try to keep up.” She grabbed his cut and shoved it down his shoulders, forcing him to let it fall to the floor, and his shirt followed as she yanked it over his head and threw it aside. She bit her lower lip, leaning into him with her hands smoothing over the exposed expanse of his chest and shoulders. “Even better than I expected,” she muttered.

  Rafe couldn’t seem to think straight, and he gazed up at the ceiling to avoid the hungry look in her eyes, a look that made him want to throw her face down on the bed and plow into her relentlessly. He was supposed to be pushing her away, telling her she was making a bad decision, and finding some rope or some handcuffs or something to secure her while he went and took a fucking cold shower. But the head on his shoulders had ceased to function as the one between his legs absorbed all the blood flow usually reserved for his brain.

  His hands had a mind of their own, too, it seemed, as he traced her curves generously and then practically ripped her shirt trying to get it off her. He hesitated a moment, his cock twitching at the sight of her breasts pushed up to a glorious benefit by the lacy bra before reaching around to unclasp it. She spilled out into his palms, and he reveled in the way her chest heaved and pushed the soft flesh into his hands as her breathing became labored. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, watching with appreciation as they puckered and stood at attention, begging him to bend down and suck on them. This was going too far, too fast, and he was quickly ceasing to give a shit. She was basically throwing herself at him. Who was he to turn her down?

  But as her hands threaded their way into his hair and pulled him down into an enticing kiss that made him dizzy with desire, he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all himself. He was no martyr here. He was a predator, and he would let the prey draw him in and take him down with her.

  His slid his hands down and around, cupping her ass and lifting her, and Kira immediately threw her legs around his waist, thrusting her pelvis forward to grind against him. He grunted, letting the sensation of her warmth and the idea of how wet she was under the tight denim. He stumbled toward the bed, trying to remind himself what a bad idea this was, but the way her breasts molded against his chest and her tongue teased at his bottom lip made his control shatter.

  They fell hard onto the bed, Rafe barely managing to keep his weight from crushing her as she landed hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs, but Kira surprised him again with her strength, rolling him over to straddle him with the same erotic curve of her back she’d had on the motorcycle. As she gave a throaty laugh that spoke to the danger she posed, Rafe knew he was done. Fuck the consequences. He had to have her.

  She leaned in, letting her nipples rake across his chest as she planted kisses and licked her way over his jaw and back to his ear, employing teeth to tug at it until he thought he was going to come prematurely for the first time in his entire life. He was nothing if not controlled and purposeful in bed, and she took away all of that finesse, leaving behind a virtual teenager at her mercy.

  He let his fingers trace her spine and then dip just beneath the waist of her jeans, finding the indentation just above her pelvis and delighting in the little shivers that ran through her as he stroked back up her smooth skin. As she worked his throat and shoulder with her mouth, Kira’s hands found their way to his fly, and he gave an involuntary thrust at her, his cock impatient for her touch.

  “I think someone’s ready to get lucky,” she growled against his shoulder, the sound vibrating through her and into him. Rafe inhaled sharply, his libido going into overdrive. He’d had no machinations of sleeping with her, but now?

  He smacked her ass, making her squeal. “Get those jeans off, and we’ll see who gets lucky.” Her pupils swallowed the dark brown irises, and she rolled off him, making fast work of the jeans and the lace thong that matched her bra. Rafe, having started to unbutton his fly, stopped to stare at the masterpiece before him. If she’d been hot in clothes, she was on fire without them. Despite being short, her legs went on forever, their shape athletic, and the curve of her hips was accentuated by her flat stomach. And in between, her pussy was clean shaven and slick with moisture. He didn’t know whether he wanted to bury his face or his cock in it first.

  “Here, let me,” she crooned at him, brushing his hands aside and reaching for his fly. Rafe couldn’t stop her, his entire body as stiff as his hard on with her fingers and lips so close to his cock. She worked the buttons, and he somehow managed to lift his hips so she could slide the pants down his thighs. “Look at you, going commando. I like that.”

  Her breath slid over him, and his balls ached, his cock twitching. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she walked her fingertips up his length, brushing her thumb over the head, where precum already dotted the tip. And then she did the irresistible, licking her thumb and rolling her eyes back in her head. “You’re slaying me,” he rasped.

  “I haven’t even started yet,” she whispered, running her tongue down the underside of his cock, all the way to his base and back. Rafe nearly choked, using all his willpower not to haul her up his body and slam her down on him.

  But if he was going through with this, he wanted to do it right. He didn’t intend to cause Kira pain, and he sure as hell didn’t want it to be over in a few seconds. He only had one chance, and he wanted to draw it out and take as much pleasure in this vixen as possible before she regretted her decision to come home with him.

  As her lips closed around his head, and she sucked him down a couple of inches, he groaned, letting his head fall back. If he watched her, he’d come in a heartbeat, and he wanted to feel her pussy clenching around him before he finished. She took him deeper, and his hand automatically came to rest on the back of her head, wanting to drive himself down her throat but resisting and letting her stay in charge. At least, for now.

  He basked in her ministrations as she slid up and down his cock, sucking with just enough pressure to drive him crazy without forcing him to come. She scraped ever so gently with her teeth and ran her tongue in circles around his head, breaking to pump him with her fist, and when she finally drew away from him, Rafe was working furiously to hold back.

  He didn’t waste time, grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her down on her back, hovering over her as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. He dipped his head, finally tasting one taut peak, and Kira cried out, throwing her head and arching her back as he licked and sucked. With one hand, he held himself up, and with the other, he searched and found her core, wet and hot, and he shoved two fingers inside, curling them and pressing until she poured into his palm.

  She came with a vengeance, her body writhing and her lips spewing the most beautiful prayers and curses as his name slithered over her tongue like silk. He fed off her explosion, his own body heating to the boiling point, and when she finally came down, he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking and tasting her. She watched with a glassy gaze and moaned, but Rafe was the one taking pleasure in her flavor.

  She reached up and pulled his head down, demanding a heated kiss, and he gave it to her, thrusting his tongue in and out as he sought to level himself between her thighs and slick himself with the moisture coating her folds. She moved against him shamelessly, rubbing her slit over him, and Rafe deepened the kiss as he finally gave into the urge to feel her, penetrating just an inch.

  She was so tight he halted, afraid that slamming home the way he wanted to would end it all too abruptly, and he shivered with the delight of how insanely hot her pussy was. He could feel her walls trembling already, and as he slid in another inch, they clenched at him, making his cock swell even thicker. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard or this desperate. Any other woman, he could have resisted. But he wanted to be buried balls deep inside Kira. And as he sho
ved deeper, he knew that had nothing to do with Jake or revenge and everything to do with pure, unadulterated attraction.

  Impatience got the best of him, and Rafe thrust hard and fast, feeling the end of Kira even as she gasped and wrapped her legs tight around him and pulled his body down against hers. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his words strangled as he clenched his jaw and told himself this could go longer. That this had to last longer because when it was done, he wouldn’t get another round. Kira would hate him for what he intended to do and certainly wouldn’t want him inside her again.

  So, he pulled back and filled her again, finding a tolerable rhythm and pumping without pushing himself over the edge. Kira met every thrust, lifting her hips and giving him full access with the angle of her pelvis. He kissed her again, taking her lips with brute force and thrusting his tongue to match the rhythm of his cock. He felt her quiver, her inner walls throbbing, and he knew she was close to coming again. He wanted her to blow before he finished, wanted to feel that sensation he’d experience on his hand again around his cock, and he moved faster, with more urgency. It drove her to a culmination that had her screaming wordlessly and clawing at his back.

  He couldn’t hold back anymore, her body squeezing him as she fell apart beneath him, and with one huge thrust, he let go, coming hard and hot with a roar of satisfaction. His body shivered, and his arms shook, trying to hold himself up so he didn’t collapse on Kira and crush her. But he was spent, and he slowly moved enough to the side that he could let his elbows buckle. His face landed in her hair, and her body turned slightly, still curled tightly around him.

  Rafe wasn’t the type to lay around with a woman after sex. He didn’t wine and dine, and he didn’t cuddle. There had been times he’d kicked a woman out of his bed for trying to cling to him. By all rights, he would typically be getting up and talking about taking her home right now. Of course, the circumstances were a little different. But he should probably consider finding something to bind her so she couldn’t get away.