“If you’re going out like that, then I don’t see why I can’t go out like this?” He removes his cigarette and blows out smoke.
“What exactly is wrong with what I’m wearing?” I ask, feeling a little disappointed that he’s criticizing my choice of clothing.
I narrow my eyes at him, but before I can ask what the hell is wrong with my clothes, he steps even closer, and growls out, “Before you get all angry and shit, there ain’t nothing wrong with what you’re wearing, but if you were my woman—and believe me, you will be my woman—ain’t no other man ever gonna see the way your nipples are showing through that top of yours. I know I affect you, baby, just like you affect me. I’m getting hard just being this close to you.”
I don’t respond; I can’t. I’m lost for words. I’ve never had anyone speak so directly to me before. He says exactly what he feels.
My mind’s still running over his words, like when he said that he’ll make me his woman, when he suddenly curses and throws his cigarette to the ground. Then he pushes me up against the brick wall and ravishes my mouth with his, his hot and desperate kiss giving me no room to breathe, his arms demanding as they wrap around me and he squeezes my ass with firm hands, forcing my core against his hard, erect cock.
That was the first time Blaze ever kissed me, and indeed, that night, he made me his woman, in more ways than one.
Tess
Warm, wet kisses run up my calves and strong hands hold my legs down against the bed. Rousing out of my sleep, my eyes flicker open—it’s still dark out.
I’m also naked.
Last night, the club partied hard after Trigger and Charity announced they’re getting married and having a baby. I’m happy for them, I really am, they deserve to be happy—both of them have been through a lot in their lives, and now they get their own fresh start. Me? Well… I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s been a couple of years now since I met Blaze, that night at Ink Me, and I haven’t looked back. My promise to myself to never get involved with a biker again went out the window that night when he took me back to his room at the Blood Brothers’ clubhouse and made me his in every way. I had never loved sex as much as I do with Blaze, and I wasn’t ever going to let him go.
The Blood Brothers took me in instantly, welcoming me into their family. Quill is the President and served with Blaze in the Marines. He’s a good man through and through—actually, all the men in the club are, and that took me by surprise. I never knew a club could be like this: loyal, generous, and always there for one another. The women are nice too. Jasmine, Quill’s old Lady, is stunning, and has given Quill two kids, a boy named Jack, and a girl, Rose. They are adorable, and Jasmine is a perfect mom. I swear, every time my eyes land on Quill playing with his kids, it sets my ovaries into overdrive. I want kids, and I know Blaze wants them, but how can I have kids with him when I’m married to another man?
Blaze talks about our future often, how one day I’ll be his wife and we’ll have our own home, with kids completing our family. Last year, Blaze asked me to marry him, but fortunately, for me at least, I told him that it was too soon, that we needed more time. He wasn’t so thrilled about my answer but said he understood. To call someone like Blaze my man and husband sounds magical, and something I want with my whole heart—I just need to tell him the truth.
Every day I wonder whether I’m going to be taken away from my new life. I have nightmares of Viper and my dad finding me and taking me back to the club, where I have to live like I don’t even exist. Doing everything my old man commands and being Viper’s punching bag once again. I can’t…. I can’t go back there. I’m different now, confident, happy, and in love, and nothing’s going to take that away from me.
Warmth floods through me when Blaze’s tongue slides through my folds. His piercing circles my clit, and my arousal floods his mouth.
“That’s it, baby, give me more, I’m a starving man.”
His words make me throb as he continues to lick and thrust his tongue in and out of me.
“I’m going to come,” I cry, then turn and bite down on the pillow as he enters his skilled finger into my opening.
“You’re so wet, but I want more,” he commands, entering another finger as his tongue continues to circle my clit. Waves of electricity run through me and I lift my lower back off the bed, bringing my pussy in closer to his mouth, trying to get the release that’s just a hairsbreadth away. The whiskers on his jaw scratch at the insides of my thighs, and the friction, along with his tongue and fingers, has me coming. I cry out, rotating my hips to the movement of his tongue as I ride out my release.
My orgasm seems to go on and on, and I don’t even get a minute to catch my breath before Blaze surprises me, thrusting deep inside of me, filling me to the hilt. His large, calloused hands grip my buttcheeks as he kneels between my thighs and rests them over his.
“Fuck, baby…. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. You’re so hot for me. Your body and mine were meant for each other.”
Tears burn my eyes when I think about how in sync we are together, not just our bodies but our souls as well. When we’re together, nothing else matters but us. When we shut that door, everyone and everything around us doesn’t exist.
I love him so, so much. If only I could give him more. But all these thoughts escape me when he leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue ravishing my mouth as his pelvis thrusts back and forth at a mind-blowing pace. I grasp the back of his head, pulling him in till he’s lying on top of me, his forearms resting either side of my head holding his weight. His delicious, wet kisses move from my mouth and trail down my neck to the hollow between my shoulder. He bites down and I cry out, loving the feeling of pain and pleasure. This is what it’s always like in bed with Blaze, he has you not knowing the difference between the two. All I know is, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
To say that Blaze is skilled in the sex department is an understatement; the man knows how to pleasure a woman and have her coming on his command. I’m not stupid, I know how he would have gotten his skills—club whores, probably—but I don’t blame him, or the women; he’s a man who has a sexual appetite, and one look at him has you on your knees begging for him to take you. I’ve seen the way club whores are around him, always wanting his attention, but I don’t care. They can look and dream over him all they want, because he’s mine, and I’m the one who goes to his bed at night.
I’ll admit I’ve gained a sexual appetite too. I never knew I had it in me. Sex had always been a chore with Viper, I had never come with him, even in the early days. Now I’m coming two or three times a night, and still I want more….
Blaze pulls back and looks deep into my eyes, his body now changing from a fast pace to painfully slow, making me ache in the pit of my belly. I need him to go faster, I’m so close.
“More, give me more, Blaze,” I plead with him, his loving look making my heart warm.
He shakes his head and cocks a smile, stilling inside of me. “I’ll give you more, but I need to hear it.”
Frowning, I look deeper into his eyes, and arch my back and moan when he withdraws then thrusts hard again, stilling inside of me.
“Blaze, please,” I cry, on the verge of having a meltdown.
“Tell me the answer I want to hear and I’m all yours, baby.”
The insides of my thighs are wet with my need, and I groan irritably. “Blaze, just tell me what you want to hear, so you can fuck me and give us both what we want.”
He laughs, a low, husky sound, and I just watch him. He really is perfect. Soft, plump lips, dark eyes, hair all messed up from me running my hands through it while he was going down on me, and a hot as hell body.
“Marry me,” he whispers. His hips now still, and both his hands cup my face, his gaze hopeful and sincere. He can’t be serious… God, please don’t be serious.
I don’t say anything; I’m too shocked to speak. I look away, but he pulls my face back toward him, his hand on my chin. Sadness fills me—that I can nev
er give him that. Anything else but that. I’ve given him my heart, my body and soul, and he still wants to marry me. A woman would normally be happy about the offer of marriage, but not me. I’m already married, and as much as I love him, I can’t marry him.
Tears run down my face, and he withdraws immediately and lays beside me, bringing me in and hugging me to him. He kisses the top of my head then lifts my chin to look up at him. “What is it, Tess? I thought you were ready. Tears are not what I expected.”
I sniffle and try to look anywhere but at him, but his gaze is intense. I’m worried that if he sees straight through me, he will know I have a secret.
“I’m sorry…. I’m just not ready to get married.”
He lets go of me and falls back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You don’t really love me, do you? You say you do, but you’ve been lying to me all this time.”
Fuck!
I sniffle again and turn over on my side to look down at him, leaning on my hand. “Blaze, no. I do love you. You know that.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “Do I? You say you do, yet you don’t want a future with me.” Anger and frustration pouring from him, he gets up from the bed and picks up his discarded jeans.
My body goes cold, when only minutes ago I was flushed with desire, and I hold my hand to my mouth to stop my sobs. After a moment, I swallow around the lump in my throat. “Where are you going?” I choke out.
He doesn’t answer, just continues to pull his jeans up his legs and button them up, the Blood Brothers tattoo I had given him staring at me from his back.
“Please don’t go, Blaze.”
Again, silence, just the sound of him shuffling into his clothes. He throws his white tee on and then his cut, and sits on the edge of the bed to put his socks and boots on. Feeling vulnerable, I pull the sheet up my body, and try again to get his attention. “Blaze, please look at me.”
He stands, looks down at the floor, then slowly turns to face me, his hands on his hips. The pain I see laced in his eyes causes my stomach to drop. I’ve hurt him.
“Blaze, please stay. Let’s talk about thi—”
“You know,” he interrupts, dropping his hands and pointing a finger at me. “The first time I asked you to marry me, you said no, it’s too soon. I thought maybe, yeah, she’s right. I’ll give her time. It’s another fuckin’ year, Tess. If you don’t love me, or are ashamed to call me your man, then tell me now! Don’t waste my fuckin’ time.”
Fear that I’m going to lose the one man I’ve ever loved fills me. “Please, Blaze. I can’t… it’s just too....”
“Too what?” he yells, narrowing his eyes at me. “You say you love me, so what’s the problem? Or is it true, that I’m not good enough for you?”
“What? Not good enough for me? Who said that?”
He sighs. “No one. Look, that’s not the issue here. What is, is that this is the second time that I’ve asked you to marry me, and you’ve turned me down twice.” He takes a step back and looks at the floor, then laughs bitterly. “You know what? it doesn’t even matter. I’ve just realized that the woman I love and want to marry doesn’t want me.”
“No, please, Blaze…. I do wa—”
“I need to be alone,” he says quietly, turning and grabbing the keys to his motorcycle off the side table.
I quickly get on my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed where he is and grasp his arm. “Don’t leave me, Blaze. Please,” I beg, tears now streaming down my face.
He looks down at where my hand is touching him, then at me. What seems like minutes pass, which I’m sure in reality is only a couple of seconds. He doesn’t say anything, just straightens and walks to the bedroom door. Opening it, he looks over his shoulder at me. “That was the last time I ask you to marry me.”
Then he storms out the door, slamming it behind him.
What have I done?
Blaze
Slamming the door behind me, I storm out of the room with my keys in my hand and make my way to the main room. The clubhouse is quiet except for light snoring coming from some of the boys who didn’t make their way to their rooms last night. Empty bottles are scattered over the floor, along with an array of discarded clothing. I should be deep inside my woman right now, instead of sporting this hard-on that’s rubbing up against my zipper.
She said no. Fuckin’ no—again! What more do I have to do to prove to her how much I love her and that we are good together? Shit just don’t make sense. I know she loves me, she’s shown it in every way possible—her eyes, her smile, her lips, her goddamn body every time I’m deep inside her—and yet she still says no. Am I not good enough for her? I know I don’t have much to my name, but God, I would do anything to make her happy.
From the first day I saw her, two years ago in her shop, sitting there minding my own business while Gunner was getting his tattoo. I was a little nervous about the needle touching my skin—I know, I know, I’m a pussy, I get that, but fuck, the thought of that sharp thing digging into my skin for hours was something that scared the shit out of me, so much so that I had to wait till I was twenty-seven to get my first tattoo. But just one look at her was all it took to forget about the pain that was coming. She was beautiful, her bronze skin, tattoos running down her arms, was just the beginning of her beauty. Her brown eyes, big with dark liner outlining them, could see deep into my soul. Red lips, a nose ring, and flawless skin had me wondering what the rest of her body would look like, and I knew from that moment I would do anything to find out.
I’d been minding my own business, reading a magazine, when I felt eyes on me. Lazily I’d looked over the page, and that’s when I felt my heart stop. Never had I ever felt this drawn to a woman before. Immediately I felt protective of her, wanted to know everything about her, and from the way my cock was hardening at her lace bra showing through her tank top, it seemed like it wanted to get to know her too. Her mouth had opened slightly in a surprised look as her gaze met mine; she had felt it too. I knew by the end of the night that one way or another, I was gonna get her into my bed and under me, if it was the last thing I did.
One taste was all I thought I needed to get her out of my goddamn head, but boy was I wrong. I had her three times that night, and still it wasn’t enough. I swore I would die a happy man, hearing the sound of my name on her lips every time she screamed out her release. She was perfect in every way, and I thought from that night on she was mine. But she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want me. All this time, she said she loved me, that she’s never loved anyone as much as me—was it a lie? But why? Shit just don’t make sense.
I shake my head to rid the confusing thoughts and head to the kitchen to get a drink. It’s 4:00 a.m. but that doesn’t stop me from grabbing a beer. The taste of her is still on my tongue and I need something to rid myself of her scent. She’s like an aphrodisiac I can’t ignore.
Taking a swig, I turn to head outside, to go for a ride to clear my head. Instead I come face-to-face with Selina, a new club whore who hangs around Gunner a lot. She tried to have her way with me one night, when I was drunk from partying hard while Tess was working late. Selina had gotten naked and straddled me while I was out cold, but I had come to, woken up to her lips around my cock, then threw her off the bed. At first I thought it was Tess, but when Selina’s long black curls covered my face, I’d opened my eyes, and found her head bobbing as she sucked me off. To this day Tess doesn’t know about it, what was the point? I’d pushed Selina up against the wall and threatened that if she ever tried any shit like that again that I would tell Gunner and she’d be thrown out on her ass. She had begged me not to say anything, probably because Gunner pays for all her shit—clothes, hair, nails, whatever she wants, it’s hers. She wouldn’t want to lose her man. She’d quickly gotten changed and ran out.
Since that day, she’s never even looked my way, until now….
“Selina? What are you doing here?” Selina’s dressed in a black lace thong and matching strapless bra. She’s beautif
ul, I’ll give her that—toned legs, big ass, and a small waist, with long black hair streaming down her back, I can see what Gunner sees in her—but she has nothing on Tess.
Her eyes travel down my body, zoning in on my groin then back up to my chest. Eyes are here, Selina. Oh, I know what she wants, something that she’s always wanted—me.
The day I met Selina I was out with Gunner, when we’d stopped at Mike’s bar for a beer. We had been minding our own business, talking to Mike, when I felt the touch of a hand on my back slide down to my ass. I turned around to see who it was who had the balls to touch me, and when I did, I was surprised. She was beautiful and had a mischievous smile on her. She told me her name and asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink. I’d said no, but that my buddy would. Gunner was always ready and eager to take my leftovers. I got a lot of offers from women, and before Tess, I’d had a different woman each night. Women are drawn to me, not only because I’m in a biker club, but because I know I have the goods. Since I met Tess, though, no other compares to her—she is the real meaning of beautiful, and her body is hot as sin. There was no way I was going to jeopardize what we have for Selina. Nor did I want to.
Gunner had bought her a drink and brought her back to the clubhouse where, as usual, there was a party going on. I didn’t miss the way her eyes kept seeking me out at the club. Even while she was dry-humping Gunner on the couch, her eyes were always on me. When Tess got back from work that night, I had grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard, making it known to Selina who my woman was. But it seems Selina didn’t get the message, so that night when she tried to suck me off, she got the message even louder and clearer.
“I just….” She stops speaking and looks at the floor. I rest against the kitchen bench and fold my arms.
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