Flame

by Chelle Bliss

  As I lift his shirt, our mouths separate and I lean back, taking in his ink and the lines of his taut stomach and firm shoulders. I only get a glimpse before Pike flips me, putting me on my back, and crawls between my legs, settling in like he’s always meant to be there.

  The sense of shame and uncertainty I had every time I was with Erik isn’t there with Pike. I have no doubts he likes what he sees and loves everything he feels. I’m not ashamed of my nudity, and any worries I had about my inexperience were wiped away after our time together in Daytona.

  Pike lifts up on one arm, staring down at me like I’m a goddess. “Dreamed about having you under me again, darlin’.”

  I run my fingers through the coarse hair of his beard, staring up at the man I know is about to give me so much pleasure, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover. “Me too,” I confess, because there’s no reason to pretend otherwise.

  He runs his hand down my neck, along my collarbone, over the swell of my breast. My eyes drift closed, and I sigh, letting every sensation wash over me, memorizing each touch in case I never feel them again.

  Warmth covers my nipple, and I open my eyes, peering down my body and finding Pike with his mouth attached. A small moan escapes my lips as our eyes lock, and the pleasure his tongue’s delivering shoots straight between my legs, making me squirm.

  Without moving his mouth, Pike shuffles over, resting his front to my side. His hand is at my shorts, working the button and zipper quickly, and I lift my ass because I want nothing more than to feel whatever he’s about to give.

  My shorts and the fancy lace undies I wore just in case this would happen are thrown to the end of the bed, discarded without even a glance. He moves his hand to my mound, cupping my pussy, making the ache turn into a burning throb.

  “More, Pike,” I beg. My insides are like a raging inferno, and only his fingers can extinguish the flame.

  He doesn’t tease me or make me beg any more than I already have as he slides his fingers between my legs, and I rock into his touch.

  “Greedy,” he murmurs against my breast, and I can’t argue with him.

  I’m greedy as hell when it comes to him. I’m even needier, which should make me worry, but I want an orgasm so badly, I don’t bother to think too much.

  My knees fall to the bed as his fingers slide back and forth, capturing my wetness. I lift my ass, wanting more than he’s giving, growing increasingly impatient with each pass of his fingers.

  He slides one finger slowly inside, filling me, but it’s not enough. I want more. I need more. I want the delicious ache of being filled, stuffed, owned. I arch my back, pushing my bottom toward his hand, letting him know I want more than he’s giving.

  I don’t have to wait long before he adds another finger, stretching me more than I’ve been stretched since the last time I was in his bed.

  Pike is exceptional at finger-fucking. Like, the best of the best. Or at least, the best I’ve ever had. He knows how to work every spot, sending me soaring over the edge faster than I ever have before.

  My fingers fist the soft blanket, squeezing until my knuckles turn white as if it’ll help the orgasm I want so badly to come easier.

  “My girl wants this,” Pike whispers against my skin, eyes moving to my face with a smile.

  I seal my eyes shut, pushing my nipple against his lips, hoping he’ll get the hint. He doesn’t. He keeps staring, fingers working in and out of me, his thumb brushing against my clit with not enough pressure to have me singing the high notes, praising his work, and for the waves to rock my body.

  “My girl needs this,” he says, pressing the pad of his thumb flat against my clit.

  I inch my bottom upward, rolling my hips, trying to get his thumb to move in the way I need to give me the damn orgasm.

  “Enough with the my girl stuff and put your mouth to better use.”

  Pike’s smile widens, and he slides down my body, fingers still inside me, thumb not giving me what I want. He settles his shoulders between my legs and pushes my legs farther apart. “Been waiting forever to taste you.”

  “For fuck’s sake,” I groan, bucking against his fingers because they’ve stopped although they’re still inside me. “You have two seconds to put your…”

  Heaven. That’s what it feels like when Pike swipes his tongue over my clit, rolling the tip around to trace the outside.

  “Fuck yeah…” I drop my head back, closing my eyes and letting the sensations wash over me.

  The warmth of his mouth.

  The wetness of his lips.

  The hardness of his fingers.

  It all works together in perfect harmony and is everything I remember.

  He curls his fingers, rubbing my G-spot as he seals his lips around my cunt in the most perfect way. “God, yes, right there.”

  The goose bumps from earlier return as every fiber of my being seems to be standing at attention, wanting this as badly as I do.

  I open one eye, staring down my body again and loving the sight. There’s nothing sexier than Pike nestled between my legs, eating like he’s a starved man, fucking me like it’s his sole purpose in life, and me…lying back and taking it all in.

  Pike is right. I am a greedy lover. I won’t apologize for it either. I’d lie here all night with him like this, orgasm after orgasm crashing over me if Pike would let that happen. But then again, I don’t know of any man who is that giving.

  My toes curl and my legs strain, trying to make the orgasm quicker. “Don’t stop!”

  His mouth is gone, and I groan my frustration. “Let it happen, darlin’. Don’t force it.”

  I raise up on my elbow, glaring at the man whose lips are glistening from all his hard work. “Hey, Dr. Ruth, can you get back to suckin’ and fuckin’ without so much talk?”

  “She’s bossy too,” he whispers, smiling up at me, mumbling something else to himself before his lips are back on my clit.

  I collapse back onto the bed, trying to relax and let it happen naturally, because Pike’s right…it’s always better when it isn’t forced.

  Within seconds, my toes curl again, but this time, I don’t strain, chasing it. His fingers move faster, his lips suck harder, tongue flicking against my flesh as my muscles tighten on their own and all the breath in my lungs vanishes.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream, wrapping my fingers around the blanket again as my body shakes out of control. “Fuck yes!”

  Pike doesn’t slow. He doesn’t allow the orgasm to wane. He pulls me from one orgasm straight into another, leaving me gasping for air and limp.

  I’m in so much fucking trouble, and this time, there’s no way out.

  20

  Pike

  “What’s your name, honey?” a woman leans on the bar next to me, ass sticking out like she’s looking for attention. Attention I won’t be giving her beyond answering her question.

  “Pike.”

  “You new around here?” she drawls, pushing her tits forward with the arm that’s tucked under her chest.

  “Nope.”

  “I’ve never seen you.”

  “Midge, leave the kid alone,” Tiny says, stalking past us and around the bar. “He’s an old-timer, but he’s been gone for a while. He’s not a brother, but a friend, and completely off-limits.”

  She snarls, but by the time he looks at her, her face is neutral. “I was just saying hello and introducing myself.” She smiles at Tiny and straightens, allowing her tits and everything else to go back to normal, thanks to gravity. “I’m Morris’s old lady.”

  “No shit?”

  Morris never seemed like the type to settle down, especially not with someone so close to his own age.

  “He doesn’t know it yet, but I will be.” She winks.

  I hate to tell the lady, but Morris isn’t settling down for no one. I don’t care if she was a Playboy centerfold, the man couldn’t stick to one pussy if his life depended on it. He is all about variety and excess, rarely dipping his wick in the same well twic
e.

  “Get lost, Midge. We got shit to talk about, and you have work to do.” Tiny glares down at the small woman with so many wrinkles, she looks like she was taken out of the dryer after staying in there too long.

  “Yes, sir, big man,” she says, throwing me a smile before stalking off with a sway of her hips.

  Tiny glances toward the ceiling and sighs. “She ain’t nothing but fucking trouble.”

  “Why keep her around?”

  “She ain’t got anywhere else to go, and she’s a damn fine maid too.”

  “You finally hired someone to clean?” I look around the place, noticing it’s not any neater than the last time I was here.

  The floor is dirty, my boots stick to the tile in some spots, old alcohol acting like glue. Beer bottles are everywhere, but it’s been a long night and the guys were celebrating my return, even if most of them didn’t give two shits. They’d use any excuse to have a party.

  “She cleans for beer and cock.”

  My eyebrows go up. “Interesting arrangement.”

  Tiny grabs a beer from the cooler, holds it out to me, and I take it before he grabs another one. “Where’s the girl?”

  I twist the top and take a swig, needing something to quench the thirst Gigi caused because the girl is insatiable. “Sleeping.”

  Tiny grins as he lifts the beer to his lips. “I like her.”

  Again, I raise my eyebrows. Tiny doesn’t like many people. Most of the time, I never thought he liked me. “You do?”

  He nods. “She’s a good fit for you. Unlike that other skank… What was her name?”

  “Which one?” I laugh a little, but there’s truth in what I’m saying.

  I may not have been a brother or a prospect, but I had just as much pussy in my bed as every guy in this place. Somehow, the men here let me take advantage of all the perks without risking my life or requiring the oath bullshit they all swore to one another.

  “What are you doing up?” I ask him because it’s almost morning, but I haven’t slept a wink.

  “I’m not up. I’m headed to bed, but I had a few loose ends to tie up.” He leans against the bar across from me, taking another swig of his beer. “I have eyes and ears out all over the state. No one’s looking for you or the girl. Hopefully in a few days, you two can get back to your lives without looking over your shoulder.”

  “I’m sorry about this, Tiny. If I would’ve known James…”

  Tiny waves me off. “If you’re in any kind of shit, I want you calling me. If you need help, pick up the goddamn phone. I thought we made this clear to you when we saw you in Daytona. You may not live here anymore, but you’ll always be part of our family.”

  “I don’t know what I did to deserve any of this.” I grip the neck of the bottle, swiping my thumb down the glass. “I don’t see you taking in any other strays.”

  Tiny laughs. “You’re a good kid. If I had a son, I’d want him to be just like you, Pike. Instead, I got a daughter because I’ve done bad shit in my life and the big guy found a way to pay me back. You needed help and had a pair of balls and a mouth back then.” He laughs louder, shaking his head. “Hell, ya still do. I thought I’d convince you to be one of us, to join the brotherhood, but when I knew it was hopeless, I couldn’t just toss your ass out into the street.”

  “You really could’ve. My parents didn’t give two fucks what happened to me, and they’re my own blood, Tiny. You have no duty to help me or even protect us right now.”

  Tiny’s laugh dies and he moves closer, leaning into my space. “Family is more than blood, kid. Shit goes down in your life and you need backup, you call me. Now, you have James in your life and his people, which is good, but I’ll always be here for you.”

  “James seems decent.”

  Tiny’s laughter is back. “He’s an asshole. One of the biggest fucking dicks I’ve ever met, but he’s solid. When he speaks, it’s the truth coming out of his lips. Shit went down years ago between us, but we made our peace. And when I need help, something I can’t call on the guys to do, I call James and his guys.”

  “I don’t want to know.”

  Tiny nods. “Trust me, you don’t, but if that girl is his family, James will pull you into the fold.”

  “I work for her dad.”

  Tiny’s eyes widen. “My man’s fucking the boss’s kid? You got a bigger set of balls on you than I thought.”

  “Or I’m dumb as a fuckin’ brick. It’s debatable at this point.” I crack a smile, trying to make light of the situation, but none of it’s funny. “And her life may be in danger because of that very fact. I’m pretty sure her father wants to rip my dick off and shove it down my throat, but we gotta make it out of here in one piece for that to happen.”

  “I’ll make sure you live,” Tiny promises, and I believe he’ll do everything in his power to keep us alive.

  “Thanks, T.”

  “Now, as a father to daughters, let me give you a little advice.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Treat her good and make her happy. A father has many weapons, and if the guy is a douche and treats her like shit, he doesn’t need to bring out the big guns to drive them apart. But if the guy is good and makes her happy, in bed and out, not even a nuclear weapon or her father’s unhappiness can make her leave you. You make it right with her, her father will fall in line.”

  I shrug. “He’s pretty pissed, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was part of an MC too. He’s friendly, but I know there’s more to him than meets the eye.”

  “City was never in an MC,” Tiny says.

  “City?” I ask because that’s not a name I know him by.

  Tiny raises his hands. “Joe Gallo, dumbass.”

  I tick my chin toward Tiny. “How the hell do you know Joe?”

  “He did a tat of mine back in the day, and I know all about him and that family from working with James and Thomas. He’s solid. Never been in an MC, but he has been around the biking world for years. He keeps to himself. Dedicated to his family and isn’t afraid to go to any length to protect them.”

  “Yep. That’s him.”

  “I wish you fuckin’ luck with that one,” he says before he tips his head back, polishing off the rest of his beer.

  “Thanks for the encouragement,” I grumble because I know the shit hasn’t even started. Once we step foot outside this compound, the danger gone, a new risk awaits, and it’ll be directed only at me.

  “Get some shut-eye. You look like shit.”

  I run my fingers down my beard, smiling at the old bastard. “Still lookin’ better than you,” I tease him as I climb off the stool and toss the rest of my beer in the trash as I walk toward the hallway.

  When I open my door, Gigi’s passed out, blankets half off her body, breasts sticking out, and taking up the entire twin bed like she’s slept there her whole life.

  I undress, pulling her over to one side, careful not to let her fall before I climb in next to her and tug her against my body. Her skin smells of sex and vanilla as I nuzzle my face into her neck, tightening my arms around her.

  “Pike,” she whispers.

  “Shh, darlin’. Go back to sleep,” I whisper back.

  She turns in my arms, lying flat on her back, and blinks up at me. “Where were you?”

  “Just talkin’ with Tiny.”

  “Is everything okay?” She fights back a yawn but loses, covering her mouth with her hand. She closes her eyes, turning again and burrowing her face in my chest then throwing her leg over my hip.

  “Everything’s good.” My fingers find her spine, tracing the straight line down her skin. “Don’t worry. We’re safe.”

  “Are you sad coming back here?”

  “No. It’s like going home again, although a fucked-up home, after being gone for a while. I’m comfortable here, but I worry about you being in a place like this.”

  She laughs against my skin. “Clearly you’ve never been in a frat house.”

  “Can
’t say that I have.”

  “The guys are bigger and scarier, but there is just as much drinking and naked bodies at a frat party as there was here tonight.”

  “How many frat parties have you been to?”

  “A lot,” she whispers. “Too many to remember.”

  I tighten my arms around her, and I don’t like hearing about her in a place with so many drinks or naked people, but I know we both lived lives before we met. The thought of another man touching her makes my stomach knot.

  “No more though, yeah?” I ask, letting my jealousy shine a little.

  She laughs softly. “There’s no time for frat parties. I figure this is like the last big hurrah, being at the compound. I’m going to use the time to party my ass off because adulting is going to suck and it’s forever.”

  “You party as much as you want while we’re here, but I’m going to be with you every step of the way. So, don’t get any crazy ideas.”

  She pulls her head back, staring up at me with a smile. “What do you consider a crazy idea?”

  “You’re here with me and only in my bed. No one else.”

  Her smile grows wider. “Would you be jealous?”

  I sigh, figuring I have to lay shit out because she’s testing me. “Darlin’, we both have pasts, but we’re living in the now. I don’t know if I have one hour or one hundred years, but whatever time I got, I want you where you are right now.”

  She blinks a few times, staring at me like I’m speaking a foreign language she can’t understand. “I’m down with the now, but what makes you think you want to spend one hundred years with me where I am?”

  “We got something special.”

  “Orgasms don’t make a relationship.” She rolls her eyes.

  “They don’t hurt either.” I smirk. “But I’ve also been around enough wrong women to know when I’ve found the right one.”

  “Pike,” she says softly, reaching her hand up between us and resting her fingers on my beard. “I’m not as…experienced as you.”

  “Really?” I say even though I knew that fact the first time she was in my bed. It’s not hard to tell the difference. I knew back then Gigi Gallo wasn’t an easy girl and didn’t give her body away to just anyone. Why she decided to offer herself up to me in Daytona, I’ll never know, nor do I give a fuck. It happened, and I haven’t stopped thanking my dumbass luck for being in the right place at the right time since then.