Firefight: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 2)

by Riley, C. L.

  He looked exhausted, even following three nights of drug-induced sleep. His injuries were significant, but they could have been so much worse.

  My thoughts flipped to the cause of Boone’s suffering. I wished the bullet that had stopped Ringo’s knife would have lodged in his heart rather than his shoulder. I hated the man, and I’d only just meant him.

  Boone had, without doubt, been an unapologetic womanizer, using women for his personal pleasure and discarding them like trash…but Ringo, he was something altogether different, something deadly.

  From what I’d gathered, Boone hadn’t held women in very high regard, but Ringo, he downright hated anyone without a dick, considering women inferior and to be used to satisfy his every whim. I was certain my name had landed at the top of his most-hated list. He would surely blame me for everything that had transpired, starting with the now infamous beer-pouring incident and ending with his thwarted knife attack.

  “Mom, are you okay?” JV stared at me with wide, worried eyes.

  “Oh, sweetie. I’m just tired, as I’m sure your dad is. I’ll walk you downstairs…”

  Joey interrupted me, “No, I can do it. Grinch is waiting for us anyway.”

  I glanced at Boone. He gave a barely visible nod.

  “I’m sorry. I forget how grown up you are,” I directed my comment at Joey and then kissed them both on their heads. “Sweet dreams.”

  “You too, mom.” JV grinned. “Dad, hurry up and get better.”

  “I’ll be all right, bud, don’t worry. And, Joey, your mom’s right. I appreciate you taking more responsibility for your brother.”

  “No problem,” Joey said, his face virtually glowing in response to his dad’s compliment.

  JV followed Joey to the door and turned back to wave. I mimicked my best parade wave and blew him a kiss.

  How would I ever get even with Boone now? I loved all three Richards ‘men.’

  I’d tried multiple times to convince myself I was acting, performing a role; when in truth, I was simply living life, and actually enjoying it for the first time since my mom’s murder.

  I needed to tell Boone about my memories. No more games.

  If I was serious about making this relationship work, it was time for some serious decisions. Hopefully, my big reveal would be the catalyst he needed to share the reasons for what he’d done. Once everything was out in the open, we could start fresh and move forward with our life together.

  Dealing with Conner and my father wouldn’t be easy, but I’d do it. I’d played the spoiled rich bitch long enough. A four year pouting session that I blamed on my mom’s death was coming to an end. She would have been appalled by my behavior and treatment of others, where my dad’s guilt had kept him from confronting me. Meaning he and I had some long overdue conversations to look forward to. As for Conner, he would have no trouble finding a replacement wife, once news of our breakup got out.

  I was curious about Boone’s conversation with his own father, but decided to wait on asking him for details. It could wait. I had a sexy man to seduce, on my terms.

  “What are you plotting, Mrs. Richards?” Boone asked, sounding tired but definitely curious.

  I loved it when he referred to me as ‘Mrs. Richards.’ Maybe that would be my last name someday. One could hope.

  “Well, Mr. Richards, we have a dilemma. I have some things I want to talk over with you, but I’d also like to make you forget your pain for awhile. I’m not sure in what order to proceed.”

  He chuckled. “Let me make that decision for you. My pain meds just aren’t cutting it. So, if you’ve got something to make me forget my cracked ribs and the ten inch gash in my leg, bring it on.”

  The IPod dock on the dresser caught my attention. Considering he couldn’t punish me in his current condition, I would have some fun tormenting him for a change. I was a pretty good dancer, or so I’d been told. Entertaining Boone with a striptease seemed like a good start to what I had in mind.

  I cued up Def Leppard’s classic, Pour Some Sugar on Me.

  Hey, hey, hey

  Love is like a bomb baby c'mon get it on

  Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

  Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

  Demolition woman, can I be your man?

  Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

  Television lover, baby, go all night

  Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

  Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

  So c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

  Break the bubble, break it up…

  After the first verse, I was just feeling the beat and focusing on Boone’s expression rather than the song’s words. I swayed my hips, tossed my hair, and pivoted until my back was to him, giving him my most sultry stare as I looked over my shoulder.

  Removing my top and jeans, I spun back around to face him, palming my breasts, still covered in a lacy black bra. I pinched my nipples over the sheer fabric and grinded my pelvis, keeping my gaze locked on his.

  He groaned, and the sheet covering his lower body, tented with his arousal. Thank God that impressive organ was undamaged.

  With practiced precision, I reached back and released the clasp on my bra, letting it drop to the floor. My nipples hardened even more under Boone’s hungry gaze. I approached slowly, and he reached out his hand to touch me.

  “No, no, no, no…” I scolded, dancing out of reach and bending forward.

  I touched my toes and provided him with a picture-perfect shot of my ass.

  Shimmying out of my panties, I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread myself open for his viewing pleasure.

  “Holy Fuck, Sally. I need you to ride my face,” he growled.

  “I suppose that can be arranged, but only if I can suck your fat cock at the same time.”

  “Who are you and what have you done with my ol’ lady?”

  Not bothering to answer, I mounted him, careful to avoid his injuries. I planted my pussy on his mouth and pushed off the covers, unveiling his massive erection. Wrapping my hand around its base I prepared to taste. Before my mouth reached the prize, my back bowed automatically as his tongue flicked and sucked my clit. His massive hands gripped my bottom, parting my cheeks like I’d done a minute before.

  I mewled as he ran his tongue through my folds, plunging it into my cunt, using it to fuck me. By default, his nose rubbed against my puckered hole, creating a combustible sensation.

  Feeling his cock thicken in my fist, prompted me into action. Matching his intensity, I devoured him like I was starving, taking him deep into my throat. He tried to lift his hips, but groaned, this time in pain. Deciding to remedy his frustration, I pulled away from his mouth right at the brink of my orgasm and moved my pussy over his shaft, still facing his feet.

  I’d heard stories about reverse cowgirl from my sexually active friends, and I wanted to see what they’d been raving about. It didn’t take long to figure out they hadn’t been exaggerating.

  With Boone’s hands squeezing my ass, I circled my hips, undulating against him, controlling our pace.

  “Oh babe, your ass looks so fucking sweet. When I get better, I’m going to fuck that tight hole all over again.”

  Just the thought of him pounding me facedown, against the bed at the cabin, increased my pleasure, ripping a ragged moan from my throat.

  I rose up, until only the head of his cock remained inside me, and then slid back down. Kneading my breasts, I repeated the move, slow and steady, until I was ready to explode.

  “I’m going to come, Boone. Fucking come inside me,” I hissed, arching back and rubbing my clit while I continued to grind against him.

  “That’s right, play with your pussy. I’m gonna fucking come in your tight cunt. I’m gonna fill you full of me.”

  His dirty talk sent me over the edge. My womb clutched, releasing wave after wave of penetrating, mind-shattering pulses.

  “Now! Take it!” Boone commanded, before flooding me w
ith his hot cum, his fingers digging into my hips. “My pussy, this is my fucking pussy.”

  “Yours,” I whispered, another orgasm spiraling through me. This time I screamed, my words incoherent.

  Rather than collapsing on him, like I wanted, I moved carefully to his side, covering his mouth with mine. I tasted myself on his tongue and moaned, kissing him like a first and last kiss rolled into one, the last kiss as Sally and the first as Olympia.

  When we finally parted, he gave me a sheepish grin. “Don’t think this you-in-control sex is the norm. I only let you take charge because I am a tad incapacitated at the moment.”

  I giggled and kissed his chin, the few days of stubble making him even sexier. “I can name one thing in perfect working order.” I let my gaze travel to the source of my compliment.

  “Thank God for that.” He kissed me again. “I want us to talk, but what I have to say is serious and important, and I’m ready to pass out. Tomorrow? I know you had something to share too, right?”

  “It can wait. Tomorrow is good. You need your sleep.” As much as I wanted to blurt out the truth, the timing needed to be right. His eyelids were already drooping.

  “Goodnight, Boone.” I snuggled into his shoulder.

  “Night, babe.”

  Boone

  Half asleep and still groggy from the pain medication, warm lips around my cock pulled me slowly to the edge of consciousness. I could get used to this vanilla sex, at least with Olympia.

  I hadn’t lived as a Dom with a true sub for awhile now; even so, sex without restraints and toys was a new thing, and I liked it…a lot more than I ever expected to.

  That didn’t mean I didn’t want to see Olympia bound and gagged on The Dungeon’s main stage, accepting my punishing pain. In fact, as soon as I shared my secrets and was well enough to command her body, we’d make a trip to my old stomping grounds so I could show her off.

  With that picture in mind, I slipped my hands into her hair and hissed, “That feels so fucking good, babe.”

  Why shouldn’t I enjoy vanilla? The flavor wasn’t as ordinary as I’d originally thought.

  Her hand cupped my balls and her tongue pressed harder against the underside of my cock, effectively shutting down any rogue thoughts. My focus tunneled to one thing only – what her wet, warm mouth was capable of. And Fuck, I was going to explode if she kept it up.

  Squeezing my balls harder, she took my cock all the way to the back of her throat and didn’t even gag. Holy Fuck. Olympia had become a cock sucking queen.

  “Can’t wait. Gonna fucking come.” I erupted a second later, shooting off deep inside her throat.

  She gulped down every drop like it was a fucking delicacy.

  “That’s it. Swallow it, babe. Taste what you do to me.”

  “What the hell is going on in here?” Olympia’s voice shrilled from across the room.

  I opened my eyes, confused. How is she yelling at me and sucking my dick at the same time?

  She wasn’t sucking my dick.

  Twila was.

  Her shirt was off, exposing her fake tits. She smiled up at me and licked her lips.

  “Get the fuck off me!” I shouted, shoving her away.

  “Some appreciation…”

  “Get out!” I repeated.

  I struggled to sit up. Pain stabbed through my side and my leg throbbed in protest. I didn’t care. “Sally!” I yelled.

  I could have saved my breath. She was already gone.

  “Well now that she’s out of here, why don’t we…”

  “Why are you still here? Leave now and don’t ever fucking come near me or my family again.”

  “Your family? Geeze, Boone. You’re believing your own lies now. What happened to you? You were the baddest badass around. Now look at you. Some little college coed has you eating from her hand. What a shame.”

  I lunged. Hot agony tore through my body, but I didn’t care. I slapped Twila so hard she flew backward and stumbled, just barely maintaining her footing. For her sake, it was a good thing I wasn’t at full strength. I would have snapped her neck. She was the first woman I’d ever hit, and I didn’t regret it.

  She glared at me, eyes swimming with tears, her hand covering her cheek. “You fucking bastard! You’ll pay for that.”

  Grabbing her shirt from the floor, she escaped out the open door.

  Falling back on the bed, I clutched my ribs. Ringo had really done a number on me, but Twila’s little stunt hurt far worse. Because of it, I might have lost the only woman I’d ever truly loved.

  I knew one thing for certain. I had to get her back. She would understand. It was a mistake, an accident. For fuck sakes, I thought it was her.

  What if she didn’t forgive me? Worse…what if she didn’t believe me?

  No. She had to believe me. I’d opened myself up to her. Fucking hell, I’d kissed her, too many times to count.

  I need her.

  There was no way I’d let her get away. Olympia ‘Sally’ Olsen was mine.

  Olympia

  Seeing Twila between Boone’s legs, making him insane with lust, was my undoing. It couldn’t have hurt more if he’d slammed his fist through my breastbone and crushed my heart in his hand.

  I doubled over, gasping for breath.

  An unprecedented combination of blazing fury and agonizing pain slammed through me with such tangible force, I staggered, almost crashing down the stairs. I’d already thrown his breakfast plate at the wall and wished I had something else to smash, like his head.

  How could I have been so gullible?

  He’d lied to me, forcing me to be his wife when I couldn’t remember who I was. What type of man did that? And to think I’d been willing to forgive and forget. Like hell!

  “Hey, you okay?”

  I hadn’t even heard Crusher approach. He was standing two steps below where I clung to the staircase wall, looking straight at my face with what appeared to be genuine concern, which was a complete surprise, considering his usual animosity towards me.

  “No. I’m not okay. If you’d move aside, please; I’m headed back into town.” I didn’t care how I got home. I would hitchhike if I had to.

  “Whoa…I’m not the enemy here. Come with me. If you’re dead set on leaving, I’ll drive you.”

  I didn’t bother hiding my shock. “You will?”

  “As much as I might seem like a fuck up, I can be a nice guy when the mood hits me. Just don’t tell anyone.” A lopsided grin replaced his usual scowl.

  Without another word, I followed him down the stairs and into the main room, which was empty, except for a few passed out brothers. Thank God.

  He reached over the bar’s counter and grabbed two longnecks, popping their caps. He jerked his head to the right, indicating I should go out the front entrance ahead of him.

  Following his silent instruction, I stepped into the parking lot and soaked in the scene. At least twenty Harley’s stood like soldiers, backed up to the building in a perfect row. I couldn’t help but admire the parking precision and had an overwhelming urge to push the first bike over, creating a domino effect, but thought better of it. I’d have Bones and every other slumbering biker on my ass in seconds, Boone included, injuries and all.

  Besides the motorcycles, there were various cars and trucks parked around the large lot, evidence of the current lockdown status.

  From what I could tell, it was around 5:00am. I’d made breakfast at 4:30, too hungry to stay in bed. Now, with all the food I’d consumed, churning around in my stomach like washing machine on the spin cycle, I feared I might throw up. I tilted my head back and took a slow, steady breath, fighting for control over my raging emotions.

  Dense grey clouds loomed overhead – a typical day on the Oregon Coast.

  Only for me, nothing felt typical.

  I kept hoping I’d wake up and learn that Twila and Boone’s delight-before-dawn encounter was nothing more than a silly bad dream. I’d tell Boone all about it and we’d laugh together.r />
  Crusher’s words put a quick end to my denial. “If you really want to leave, we gotta go now. Boone will be after you.”

  “Fuck him,” I muttered, eyeing the beers. I’d never wanted a drink more. It didn’t matter how early it was. Anytime someone felt as awful as I did was a good time to drink.

  “Let’s take my truck so we can enjoy these brews.”

  Crusher, the mind reader…who would have thought?

  He led me to the blue Ford pickup and helped me up, into the passenger seat.

  Once we were on the road, I breathed a sigh of relief and guzzled the beer. For now, I was away from the source of my broken heart, drowning my sorrows the old fashioned way.

  “So, wanna talk about it?” Crusher said gently. “I’ve heard talking helps. Not sure why, but, hey, I’m all ears.”

  If the situation hadn’t been so painful, I might have laughed. But smiling while my guts were being shredded from the inside out wasn’t an option.

  “You like Twila, right?” I made myself ask, assured of his answer.

  “Honestly, I like her a whole lot when I’m drinking. When I’m sober, I know better. She’s got it bad for Boone. They’ve been screwing around for two years now. That’s the longest he’s been with anyone besides Rita.”

  I realized he hadn’t bothered to pretend I was Sally, Boone’s loving wife.

  “So I guess you probably know why Boone was playing make believe family with me.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t agree with any of that shit. I told him it was fucked up to mess with someone’s mind like that. I guess you remember who you are?” He gave me a look that almost made me think he was impressed with how I’d hidden that detail from everyone.

  “I’ve had my memory back since we returned from the cabin. I was just trying to figure out what to do with all the information. I didn’t want to hurt the boys. They’re the real victims in all this.”

  He just nodded.

  “Why did he do it, Crusher? What was the point?”

  “You pissed him off. Hurt his ego every time you rejected him, and he hated your father. He wanted to fuck with your head.”