Wildfire

by Bliss, Chelle

I love her sass and her inability to let that chip on her shoulder fall, even for me. “Still fuckin’ cute,” I mumble, knowing it’ll piss her off and not giving a shit either.

  She growls, pulling her face away from my hand. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

  “So do you. Grab your bag and meet me by the bar,” I tell her, opening the door, waiting for her to leave my room.

  “Fine,” she snaps, stalking past me without so much as a sideways glance.

  “Fine,” I reply, locking my room up tight, avoiding a repeat of her snooping through my shit.

  “Thirty,” I call out as she disappears into Pike’s old room, slamming the door behind her, shutting me out.

  Man, the woman had so much attitude. Maybe more than anyone I’ve ever met.

  Entitled? Completely.

  A pain in the ass? One hundred percent.

  Worth it? Totally.

  “We need to have some words,” Crow says before I even make it out of the hallway. He’s waiting for me, leaning against the counter at the end of the bar, glaring at me like I stole his favorite toy on Christmas.

  “There’s nothing to say.” I stalk past him, almost making it by him before he reaches out, grabbing my arm. I stop, turning to face him, glaring at the asshole I’ve never really liked. “You better get your hand off me if you want to keep it, motherfucker.”

  He snarls, hand still firmly planted on my forearm. “You took something that didn’t belong to you.”

  I bite out a laugh, gaze dipping to where he’s left his hand. “Can’t take something that wasn’t already claimed, dumbass.” I yank my arm away from his grip, turning to stand toe-to-toe with the asshole. “You threw her out like a piece of trash and lost all claim to whatever fucked-up thing you thought you had.”

  He passes his fingers over his lips, watching me. “She’s a good kid, Mammoth. She doesn’t belong here. She shouldn’t be around men like me and you.”

  I grind my teeth, holding myself back from decking him. “Speak for yourself, man. You’re the asshole. I haven’t done shit to her that she didn’t want done. I didn’t turn my back on her, trying to send her away in the darkness like you did.”

  He shakes his head, closing his eyes. “I did that shit for her own good. I never thought she’d show up here, looking for me. Never in a million fucking years did I think we were more than just a flirtation. That girl’s dying for some danger in her life, but I wasn’t about to be the one to give it to her. I promised Pike I’d never hurt her, never sleep with her, and I kept my word. But you—” he twists his lips “—are going to have some hell to pay for what you’ve done to her.”

  “Crow, I know your life is as fucked up as your head, but brother, listen carefully.” I pause, letting his festering anger grow, knowing the man’s a loose cannon waiting to blow. “I didn’t do anything to that girl that she didn’t want done. I was a gentleman about it too. I never once made her feel like a piece of shit or unwanted. I wanted her. Hell, I still want her. I know your ass has some trouble ahead of you and that’s why you were turning her away, but you could’ve been a man about it instead of a little bitch.”

  “Enough!” Tiny’s voice booms through the room, catching wind of our conversation. “Get your two dumb asses in here. We have business to discuss before Mammoth heads out.”

  “I’m taking her home,” Crow argues.

  I roll my eyes. This asshole never stops. He’d give anyone whiplash with his back-and-forth, especially about Tamara. “Your ass is staying here,” I tell him before turning my back, heading toward a watchful Tiny.

  “Mammoth’s taking her, Crow. Stop being a bitch, and get your ass in here. We have shit to do, and I need some fucking sleep. We all need some rest after that shitshow.”

  Crow doesn’t open his mouth.

  He doesn’t argue with Tiny.

  He doesn’t say another thing as he follows me into Church, probably throwing daggers into my back with his eyes.

  The Prez had spoken, and there is nothing more to argue about—at least not with Crow.

  Tamara…she’s another story.

  10

  Tamara

  Me: Lockdown’s over. I’m heading home.

  Gigi: From one shitshow to another.

  Me: WTF. That bad?

  Gigi: Remember the meltdown your parents had when you disappeared for a weekend last time?

  Me: Yep.

  Gigi: Child’s play.

  Me: Fuck. Maybe I should stay gone longer.

  Gigi: No! Just time it so you come to Grandma’s for dinner today. Drag your feet. Grandma will make sure your parents don’t murder you.

  Me: FML!

  Gigi: Yeah. Just about.

  “Ready?” Mammoth asks, scaring the shit out of me as I stand by the bar, leaning over the top, texting back and forth with Gigi.

  “What time is it?” I ask, wasting another few seconds with a question I already know the answer to.

  “Ten.”

  “Can we take the back roads? I don’t like being on the highway on the back of a bike.” Another lie.

  There’s nothing like a highway with the hum of a motorcycle under me to get the blood pumping. But back roads would easily add another hour, if not more, to the trip, putting us at Grandma Gallo’s door just about the right time.

  Mammoth rolls his neck and glances at the ceiling, blowing out the loudest breath. “If it’ll make you happy, princess, we’ll take the back roads.”

  “Thank you,” I say, grabbing my small bag off the stool next to me and starting to walk toward the door.

  Mammoth’s hands are on the handle a second later, taking the bag from me, and I hand it over without a fight.

  “See you, doll,” Morris says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before I make it to the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

  I touch his cheek, running my fingers across his stubble. “Maybe you will, Morris. Thanks for being so kind.”

  “Don’t tell anyone. Wouldn’t want my reputation to get ruined.” He gives me a kind, toothy grin, followed by a wink. “Don’t give that one too much trouble. I know how you Gallo girls can be.”

  I throw him an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Nothing but trouble,” Morris mutters, waving his hand at me as I step back toward the doorway through which Mammoth disappeared.

  I squint when the sunlight hits my face, blinding me as I step outside and away from the compound. I scan the parking lot and the endless line of bikers until my eyes land on Mammoth. He’s straddling the sexiest bike, all chrome and black. Big like him. Sleek and sexy, looking like the perfect match.

  His eyes are on me, watching me as I walk his way, hips swaying, head held high, trying to show no emotion.

  In reality, I’m bummed. I really like Mammoth. He’s solid, strong, and sweet.

  He reminds me of the men in my family and of Pike too, whom, if Gigi hadn’t snatched him up, I sure as hell would have.

  “Ready?” he asks, holding out a helmet for me as I get closer.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, staring down at the helmet because there’s no way I’m wearing it. “What’s that for?”

  “So your face stays pretty, princess.” He keeps a straight face as he says that, but I don’t.

  I shake my head, pushing the helmet and his hand back toward him. “I don’t do helmets, baby.”

  He levels me with his gaze, not even cracking a smile. “No helmet. No ride.”

  This could work in my favor. I could easily spend a few more minutes or, hell, an hour arguing with him. With pissed-off parents waiting on me, every second I can waste is one more I’m still breathing.

  I cross my arms, cocking my head at the sexy biker. “So then, should I ask someone else to take me home?”

  His jaw ticks. “Serious?”

  “Dead.”

  Somehow, I say that without cracking a smile.

  Goddamn, he’s hot. Even when he’s pis
sed, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. If I weren’t so pissed at him, I’d hop in his lap, trying to tempt him into another round before he takes me home. But then again, there’s some time along the way, a rest stop or a deserted spot where we could fuck. Mammoth’s the type of guy I could ride forever and never grow bored. The way he looks at me…I feel like there’s no other girl in the world.

  I’m so lost in thought, I don’t even notice his arm swing out, snagging me by the wrist. “Listen. You’re cute. Too cute to be riding a bike, including mine, without protecting all that cuteness. Ever see someone’s face hit the pavement?”

  I scrunch my nose. “Um, no.”

  “That’s because they don’t usually live. Now, you’re going to wear the fucking helmet. No lip. No back talk. I care about getting you home safe. If I didn’t, I’d let you roll the dice, but you’re too important for all that.”

  “But if you care…” I don’t finish the statement, snapping my mouth shut. I’m letting my aggravation show. Somehow, I’ve turned into a needy asshole. I’ve never been that girl. I’ve never wanted to be wanted as badly as I do now with Mammoth.

  “I care.” He brushes his fingers against my cheek, and my breath hitches. “This isn’t a goodbye.”

  “It’s not?” I ask, my voice so filled with hope and shock.

  He shakes his head, sliding his hand up my arm, causing goose bumps to break out across my skin. “Do you want it to be? Do you want me to drop you off and never look back?”

  I shrug, trying to play it cool.

  Don’t be a dork, Tam.

  Do not lose your shit because this hot-as-fuck badass biker guy wants to see you again. I’d thought the same thing about Crow, and that was a hot mess. “I’d see you again. I mean, you’re not hard on the eyes, and you’re a pretty good fuck.”

  He coughs before his lips slide into a smile. “I’m a pretty good fuck?”

  I pick at my fingernails, not meeting his eyes. “Better than most,” I lie.

  He’s the best.

  If they could give out awards for best fucks, he’d win the gold fucking medal.

  No man has ever made my toes curl the way he did.

  No one’s ever had me wanting more, ready to beg like he has. And I’ve never begged before. I was better than that, or at least I thought I was.

  His hands are on my ass, his knee between my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. “I think I need to remind you of just how magical my cock is.”

  I smirk, batting my eyelashes at him. “We could go back inside for another round.”

  “Put the helmet on, and get your ass on the back of my bike. I know just the spot on the way, and I’ll make sure you walk away never forgetting I’ve been inside you.”

  My knees wobble, and I probably would’ve fallen onto the cinders around my feet if he weren’t holding my ass, grinding his knee in between my legs. “Okay,” I whisper, suddenly thirsty and needy.

  A second later, his hands are gone and the helmet is on my head. He makes quick work of adjusting the straps, making sure I can see and breathe. “Now climb on and wrap that tight little body around me.”

  I move without hesitation. Snaking my arms around his chest, I slide forward, straddling his hips with my thighs. Our bodies are flush, my tits to his back, body heat on body heat. A quick rev of the engine and we’re off, the wind brushing against my hot skin but making no effort to cool the need Mammoth stoked inside me.

  After what seems like hours pressed against him and the steady hum of the motorcycle doing nothing to stop the need for him from deepening, he pulls off the side of the road. He turns his head, giving me those beautiful gray eyes. “Change your mind?”

  I shake my head, lost for words and so damn excited about getting my brains banged out in the middle of the woods. It seems naughty. Maybe the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some pretty bad shit in my life.

  He pats my hands, and I tighten my grip, holding on as he takes us forward, moving down the dirt road into a national forest somewhere in the middle of the state. It’s desolate. There’s not a soul around. And the only sound is from the birds perched somewhere in the trees around us as he cuts the engine.

  I pull off the helmet, shaking out my hair as soon as he climbs off. We’re hidden by the lush brush around us, tucked away from the road and any stragglers who could wander by.

  Mammoth comes to the back of the bike, pulling me backward, spinning me around to face him. Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine, kissing me deeply and stealing the little bit of breath I’ve been able to catch since we stopped.

  His hands are on my legs, hiking up my skirt, tearing at the flimsy cloth of my panties. In the blink of an eye, they’re gone and I’m bare. I spread my knees, giving him access to everything I have as I work at the button on his jeans, tearing the zipper down before yanking the denim down his thighs, exposing his beautiful, thick cock.

  His strong hands wrap around my thighs, hauling my hips almost off the seat as he leans over, pressing my back into the leather and metal of the bike. We’re doing this. In the middle of nowhere, out in the open, where anyone could see.

  “Mammoth,” I moan into his mouth, my voice quivering with need and fear.

  What if we get caught? What if someone sees us? Every sensation and sound is heightened by my paranoia.

  Mammoth doesn’t seem to be the least bit concerned about being caught, stroking the tip of his cock through my wetness before thrusting deep inside me.

  I’m momentarily winded as my body adjusts to the fullness of his long, thick dick being fully seated. As if sensing how I’m feeling, Mammoth doesn’t move at first, kissing me deeper as his hand slides up my leg between us, finding my clit.

  I rock against him, needing his movement with each swipe of his thumb pad against me. Mammoth pulls out, thrusting into me deeper the second time. I gasp into his mouth, tangling my fingers in the back of his hair, and I hold his face against mine as I squeeze my eyes shut.

  The strokes are long and hard. The seat bites into my back, mingling the pain and the pleasure only his cock can deliver. Within seconds, I’m moaning and my body’s sprinting toward an orgasm I can’t stop.

  One wave of pleasure passes over me, seizing my muscles and my ability to breathe, but that doesn’t stop his unrelenting pounding into me. As my body goes limp, Mammoth lifts me, his mouth leaving mine, turning me onto my stomach so my tiptoes are on the ground and my tits are flat against the seat.

  He lifts my hips, lining up our bodies again before thrusting inside me from behind. I cry out, the pleasure so intense, I can hardly catch my breath. He curls his fingers into my hair, pulling my head backward as his upper body flattens against my back.

  “I own this pussy, princess,” he murmurs against my mouth, driving that point home by thrusting so deep inside me, my toes leave the ground.

  I can’t respond. I can barely breathe. But then his lips are on mine again, giving me the air I so badly need. In and out, in and out. I lie there like a rag doll as he fucks me from behind while I’m bent over his bike, skirt hiked up, exposed and open.

  His strokes become faster, each thrust so hard, I’m forced up as far as I can go on my tiptoes and still stay upright. My scalp tingles at the gentle pulling of his fingers, my mind blank from the sensations, and my body humming from the hard fucking as he pulls me into a second orgasm while his crashes over him.

  Spent, I go limp against the seat. My mouth falls away from his as I gasp for air, speared on his cock in middle-of-nowhere Florida. His chest is flush against my back, his breathing ragged and harsh against my ear as he tries to find his breath.

  “Don’t ever think I don’t want you,” he growls. “I could live inside your pussy for a lifetime and never have enough.”

  His words send goose bumps across my skin and have me shivering underneath him. I like what he says. I like how he says it. I like feeling possessed. I like feeling wanted.

  “Y
our pussy was made for me, princess.”

  I don’t argue.

  I can’t.

  His cock slips out of me, replaced by his hand cupping me between my legs. “I own this,” he tells me, whispering the words low and deep in my ear. “Don’t forget that.”

  Forget Mammoth? Hardly. There are other guys in my past who are nameless, and recalling their faces is almost impossible. But Mammoth… He’s someone I’ll never forget, and that scares the shit out of me.

  I turn my head, our lips almost touching. “I’ll never forget.”

  How could I?

  A guy like Mammoth is totally unforgettable and not because of his giant dick or hauntingly beautiful gray eyes.

  11

  Tamara

  We’re at the top of my grandmother’s driveway, and there are no fewer than ten sets of eyes watching us from the front porch.

  “Maybe I should drop you here.”

  I tighten my grip around his waist, glancing over his shoulder. “You’re probably hungry. Why don’t you come in for a bite to eat?” I’m grasping at straws here, but the last thing I want is to be here alone.

  From the way my mother’s arms are crossed and she’s tapping her foot, I know I’m in deep shit. I mean, I knew that before we ever left the compound, but now after seeing her, I’ll need a ladder to get out of the steaming pile I’ve thrown myself into with my little epic adventure stunt.

  “I am hungry,” he says.

  Relief washes over me, knowing I won’t die at my mother’s hands within the next five minutes.

  “I could eat.”

  “My family’s great,” I tell him, which is true, but right now, they look pretty damn scary. At least to me, but maybe not to a badass biker like Mammoth. “My grandma will love to feed a big guy like you.”

  Again, not a lie, but I’m using Mammoth as my human shield, praying my mother finds mercy in her soul not to go crazy on me.

  Who the hell am I kidding?

  He cuts the engine and puts down the kickstand. “You scared?” he asks when I don’t loosen the grip I have on his body.