by SE Chardou
My hands covered his own and I closed my eyes. “I think we’ve talked enough for tonight. Take me inside and make love to me,” I whispered.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna fuck?” he teased.
“I’ll have you any way you want me.”
Pyro leaned over and kissed my lips softly. “So will I ‘cause maybe . . . just maybe you might actually help me save me from myself.”
Chapter Eight
Mira
There would be no lovemaking that night, at least not the gentle, manufactured movie kind where people didn’t sweat, and were posed in awkward positions of faked ecstasy.
The moment I sauntered into Pyro’s room, he closed the door behind me and locked it before he walked over and pressed his body against mine.
My heart beat with an aching I’d never experienced before but I did know I wanted this beautiful man to take me into his arms and make me feel like a woman. I needed to be touched and caressed despite all the bullshit I’d told Estelle. It wasn’t normal for human beings not to crave one another. We were designed that way, and tonight, I wanted to know what it felt like to be craved and desired by the one man who’d captured my heart in so little time.
I could lie to myself—hell, I’d done that most of my life.
I would convince myself that this was nothing but sex—an itch that needed to be scratched. I was attracted to Pyro and I liked his company but like was a long way from love. I’d never been in love so how would I know what it felt like?
Somehow, I just knew. When he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pulled me close, I surrendered into his embrace. There was no fear or trepidation on my part. I just wanted to wallow in that feeling of being in a man’s arms I absolutely craved with a vengeance.
This was no ordinary lust but at the same time, I also knew our love would be far from typical. There would be no storybook happily ever after because neither one of us were designed that way.
We still had our secrets, and we’d yet to share them with each other.
At that moment, I couldn’t care less. I knew enough about him to know he would never hurt me and our sex would be electric and bring my dull colored life into the full bloom of Technicolor. It’s what I wanted, craved, desired, and needed.
Pyro leaned into me and kissed my neck while his hands caressed my breasts through the thin material of my dress and I thought I might come unglued.
“God, I wished you needed me as much as I need you.”
He murmured it into my neck but that didn’t stop me from boldly grabbing one of his hands and thrusting it down to my thong.
“Believe me,” I whispered, “I do.”
Pyro took over and ripped my Victoria’s Secret Lacie before two fingers plunged into my wet, aching hole. I was drenched, and when his fingers curled inside of me and found my G-spot, all I could see in the dark was white spots of passion and a feeling of complete and utter vertigo.
No man was supposed to make me feel that way by just touching one of the most sensitive areas of my body. His calloused fingers hadn’t even grazed my clit but they didn’t have to. I found myself bumping and grinding against his two fingers as they worked me like no other man had ever done.
The orgasm built slow and steady; unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I flooded his hands with my juices as I continued to clench my vaginal muscles against his fingers. I could feel his cock harden against my ass, and I ground myself against it as he slowly pushed me into a surreal oblivion of pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as my knees weakened, and I could no longer hold the weight of my own body. He withdrew his fingers and flipped me around to face him, dislodging my arms, and picked me up as if I was light as feather.
I was a tall drink of water but Pyro was bigger and he acted as if my height and proportioned body weight was nothing but a sack of sand in his arms. I reached toward him and kissed his lips with greedy, demanding pleasure; he responded in kind with lots of tongue action before he laid me down on his bed. I wanted to reach up for him and grab him as he took off my high heels before he undressed himself.
His sculpted body was a pure work of art with tattoos on his torso, chest and arms. There were a few Marine tats I recognized in the dim light but most of them represented some form of death—whether it was the grim reaper holding a scathe on his right shoulder or a heart jaggedly broken in two pieces on his right. There were tats of devils, angels, and the requisite Lucifer’s Saint logo he had on his hip bone as he pulled down his jeans, boxer briefs included.
I knew he wasn’t an average sized man by the way he felt pressed up against my backside but when he revealed his cock to me in all of its angry crimson-colored glory, I physically heard myself gasp.
Pyro smirked before he joined me on the bed and straddled me though his body didn’t touch mine.
“Don’t worry—I don’t expect my dick to go anywhere near your mouth tonight. I’ve had a sweet taste of your pussy and I want to pleasure you tonight.”
He removed my dress delicately and threw it on the floor before he gazed down at me, taking in every inch of my body in all of its glory.
I’d never been happier to have kept up my rigorous feminine regime. I had a Brazilian wax so when he spread my legs open, all of me was revealed to him in a pornographic sense of the word. I felt my face flush though I don’t know why I’d become coy. The man had had his fingers inside of me but I didn’t want him to stare down at my exposed mound.
“Your pussy is as beautiful as you are,” he murmured before scooted me up further up on the bed, laid down on his hard-on and wrapped his arms around my thighs.
This time, he didn’t use his fingers. His lips, tongue, and seductive mouth exploring me fully caused every mind-blowing sensation. The sheer amazement of the amount of pleasure this man could do without even being inside me yet was more than I could have ever imagined. I tried to control my breathing but as I sat up on my elbows to watch him eating me out, the very act turned me on so much, my voice left me except for short orgasmic mewling.
“Calm down, babe.” Pyro left wet kisses against the most sensitive areas of my inside thighs. “We’re just getting started.”
I looked into his eyes though the light was dim streaming in the room from the Venetian blinds to the patio he’d left wide open though the gauzy, see-through gray curtains were closed to prevent anyone from spying on us.
“I haven’t had sex in a while,” I whispered though our eyes never left each other. “Fuck, I haven’t had sex in almost two years and I’m afraid I might be inadequate . . . I want to know what you’d like me to do to you.”
Pyro laughed out loud, the sound vibrating through my thigh he laid his head on. “Honey, sex is pretty much like riding a bicycle. No matter how long it’s been, you never truly forget.”
“Yeah, I know that but—”
“But nothing. We have plenty of time to explore each other. This won’t be the only night we’ll be together, and in time, you’ll find out I’m a simple man to please. Despite all of the perversity and atrocity I have witnessed in my life, I’m more of a meat and potatoes type of guy. I don’t like anything too kinky and you’ll find out . . . eventually that nothing about me can be taken at face value.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. “You really want me to be your old lady?”
“I didn’t have much choice—not that I wanted one. You claimed me that night at the clubhouse, remember?”
“True, I did but . . . I didn’t know if what we have was truly real or if it was all a charade for the sake of the club.”
“Babe, I don’t do charades. This is real life. Right here. Right now. And I’m being completely honest with you when I say you belong to me. You are my old lady, whether you were ready to be one or not.”
“So that makes you my old man. Promise me something, Pyro. I would do anything you wanted me to do but please don’t ever lie to me, and don’
t you ever cheat on me.”
He licked my clit again with a determined tongue before his kisses rose up my body in the speed of slowly delayed pleasure. His lips pressed against the right side of my pelvic bone were thrilling. When he reached my stomach and slid his tongue inside my belly button, I shuddered involuntarily. As he worked his way up my rib cage and to my breasts, I felt my breath hitch as he squeezed one of my nipples to the point of pain meeting pleasure while he nibbled the other nipple in his mouth and bit it softly. I arched my back and moaned as he changed positions and did the same to the other nipple while he squeezed the one that had recently been in his mouth.
I couldn’t control anything, including the way I felt at this moment. My runaway hormones were getting the best of me while my heart overrode my brain, and I knew I was a goner—hook, line and sinker.
I loved this man.
I had no idea when it’d happened over the short period we’d gotten to know one another.
My brain kept the same mantra going and it drove me crazy.
You don’t know him; you know absolutely nothing about him. How can you fall in love with someone you don’t truly know? You’re in love with a fantasy, an image he’s projected to you of who he is but you aren’t in love with him.
My heart thundered in my chest but it spoke volumes of different emotions.
I didn’t have to know all of him to fall in love. I knew enough, and when he was ready to tell me the rest, he would. Until then, I could live and love with what I could sense was a truly dominant man who protected what he cared about regardless the cost. He would never let me down. He’d always be around and he wouldn’t ever let any harm come to me. What was there not to love?
Pyro’s lips found my jaw and kissed me softly before he pulled away and stared into my eyes for a long time. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”
“Nothing. Just my heart and hormones frying brain cells I might need later on,” I joked and leaned up to kiss him but I got his cheek instead as he turned away.
“This is no harder for you than it is for me. There is so much I want to tell you but I can’t. Not until I know . . .”
“Know what?” My heart pounded in my chest from anticipation and excitement.
“It doesn’t matter right now.”
I grabbed his head and turned him to face me. “Then kiss me.”
Pyro did as he was told and the feeling was absolutely thrilling. Our tongues caressed one another with a gentle yet animalistic quality and I wrapped my arms around his neck again as he thrust his hard cock inside of me and I gasped.
For a moment, he didn’t move but we continued to explore one another’s mouths with the intensity of hormone-driven teenagers.
I was wet and he had no reason to treat me like a virgin but he allowed me to get used to his size and girth. My vaginal muscles relaxed while keeping a firm grip. As he began to move inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I couldn’t get enough. I was a love junkie looking for my next fix and Pyro was all that and more. The way he possessed my body and carved out a niche in me, branding me with his thick, hard cock that pumped away as I met him with every thrust.
I should have felt vulnerable with his body over mine but we fit so well together, the fog drifted through my mind, muddling questions I thought I had. My whole world became us joined together, and I’d never felt more fulfilled or complete.
My feelings felt like a cliché out of a bad B-movie but all this time, I’d been looking for someone to make me comfortable in my own skin. Pyro didn’t make me whole, he didn’t complete me—he was the other half of my heart I’d lost so many years ago, and now I had it again, I wouldn’t ever let him go.
Distance might come between us.
We would have some knock down, drag out fights.
Yet he had embedded his place in my heart.
No matter what happened in the future, and how many times he hurt and betrayed me, I would always belong to him.
It was inevitable.
Undeniable.
And there was nothing I could do to erase him from that place now that he’d completed the missing link to what I’d fought my whole life.
I’d fallen head over heels into an abyss of beauty and misery; pleasure and pain; suffering and redemption but Pyro would always be there for me. For the first time in my life, I knew love. True love, and it wasn’t a beautiful love song. It was a bittersweet symphony of lust and jealousy.
His thrusts became more deep and demanding inside my body, and I willingly gave in to him. I was tired of fighting the inevitable. We were meant to be together and despite every rule we’d broken, this was our destiny.
I’d never let go of what we had; I couldn’t, not even if I wanted to because this territory—so new and never explored whispered in my ear like a seductive lover.
With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I turned us over until I was on top and I rode his cock like this was the last time I’d ever have sex. Our hands, interlocked, steadied my body over his and I slid my wet pussy over his dick in slow, aching motions before I sped up and really put my back into it.
Pyro moaned out loud and I joined him as an orgasm seized my body. Clamping down on his cock, he mumbled incoherent words and cried out in what could have been a mixture of pain and pleasure as I could feel his seed spill inside of me.
It was beautiful and glorious at the same time.
I collapsed on top of his body and listened to the furious beating of his heart while his dick slipped from inside me. I didn’t care we were both sweaty and covered in each other’s bodily fluids. I’d never been so completely content in my whole life.
I wanted to say those three words. I had a feeling they were on the tip of his tongue too but he stayed silent and caressed my damp hair while holding me close. Our bodies were glued together but as fatigue set in from a full day, we eventually grew too sleepy to bother with clean up.
I remember my last thought before sleep claimed me, and it excited and frightened me at the same time.
This love would be my downfall but unfortunately, I was willing to suffer the consequences willingly.
Chapter Nine
Pyro
Pyro awoke the next morning still tangled in the silky arms of Mira.
He had no idea what he expected their first night to be like but she blew every expectation he had out of the water.
Underneath that tough exterior was a passionate woman who gave one hundred percent of herself and he found himself attracted to her like a moth to a flame.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t just a bad case of lust and good pussy. He knew what he felt for Mira went beyond anything he’d ever felt for any other woman. This was the first relationship where he understood what his brothers said when they made declarations like how they would be willing to die for their old ladies.
It didn’t absolve him of his responsibilities or his job but he knew she was the one. He would do whatever he needed to do to protect her from the worse of the blowback, and pray she would be able to handle the truth once he told her.
If he decided to tell her.
Falling in love with her had never been part of he plan, and his deep feelings for her changed everything.
It complicated the dynamics and he could no longer be objective and observe her from a critical point of view. His love for her would always cover his eyes like rose-colored glasses and he would never be able to disclose everything about her to anyone.
Pyro could finagle and he was good with telling half-truths. Hell, if the military had taught him anything, it’d perfected his lying skills. He no longer possessed those human ticks most people did when they were lying. He could look someone dead in the eye without flexing his jaw or looking away. Deception was now part of his DNA, and what made him so clever besides a genius IQ was his ability to change his story to fit whatever role he had to play.
His life had always been fluid but he’d never betray his club. Falling for the
enemy wasn’t a betrayal per se. She no longer spoke to her family and she’d made no contact with anyone outside of the people she knew here in Vegas.
Pyro knew this for certain because he had everything of hers tapped, including her phones (both her personal Samsung Galaxy S6 and her burner iPhone 6), her laptop and about a dozen bugs planted in her room. He also had a camera installed in the iPod docker clock and although he could have used it to fuel his sexual desire for her, he’d never done so.
Beforehand, it wasn’t an issue.
He’d done this job over a dozen times to different people at the behest of the club and never lost a wink of sleep.
However, Mira was different and he felt like an utter piece of shit for what he was doing to her.
He was just as culpable as his cousin, and everyone else the club employed on their payroll. To pretend he was different or had a set of principles he obviously didn’t have wasn’t going to work anymore. He had to accept the fact that he was a stone cold killer that did his job, and rarely felt guilt about it because the beauty of compartmentalizing in his mind allowed him never to think about what he’d done.
It was a waste of valuable time and energy. It couldn’t be undone, and he was hardly a mass murderer, serial killer or a crazy dictator. He murdered his enemies out of necessity and to defend the position as Lucifer’s Saints being the baddest and most feared one percenter club on the West Coast.
Heavy was the head that wore the crown and being king of the streets wasn’t easy when they had to fight not only with the Mafia, cartels and Bratva but rival clubs as well.
Dizzy had made firm affiliations with the Aces MC Club in Oregon so they had the club’s back. The Hell’s Horsemen offered them safe passage through the Midwest and New York. The Bound For Hell MC offered safe passage south of New York, from New Jersey to Florida. The club was also aligned with several huge clubs in the southern part of the United States too.
