Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2

by Marie, Jordan

  “I hadn’t left yet. For your punishment, do not wear panties when you come back to the kitchen.”

  “What? But, Sabre!”

  I still have one hand wrapped around her pussy and feel the liquid heat there. I use my other one to push my thumb against the small rosette of her ass. She gasps and tightens up. I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin, she’s too damn tight and closed up to be anything else, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. Mine.

  “Do you want me to make you come again, later?” I wait for her answer, continuing to play with her ass. When she nods her head yes, I let her pussy go slowly, dragging one finger in the cleft between the lips and lowering her back on the bed.

  “Then don’t wear your panties,” I order getting ready to leave again. I decide not to wash up. Let the bastards smell her on me. I like that thought. I’m almost out the door when her voice stops me.

  “What was the other thing you were going to tell me?” She asks.

  I look around and she’s not hiding. She’s still lying on her stomach, and not making an effort to cover up. I take it as a small victory.

  “I’ve decided to let the nickname of Peaches stand,” I tell her with a grin.

  “Peaches? You didn’t like them calling me that?”

  “No, I didn’t like them naming my woman, but I’ve decided to let it stand.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m the only one who knows that you really are juicy and taste like peaches. Those other dumb fucks are just talking out of their ass.”

  She inhales at my answer, her eyes round.

  “Remember, Peaches, no panties,” I order, and then close the door with a smile.

  Chapter 8

  Annie

  What did I just do? When can I do it again?

  He closes the door and I bury my head into the mattress. I can’t believe I just did that and with a man I don’t even know! Except it doesn’t feel like we’re strangers. I roll over on my back, dragging the comforter over me and stare up at the ceiling. What am I doing here?

  My father is an evangelical preacher. An extremely devout one. He used to beat me until I couldn’t sit down or lie on my back from the punishment I received. There are thin spiderweb-like scars on my lower back and side from the belt he used. Sabre either didn’t take time to notice them, or he didn’t really care about them. I’m hoping it’s the latter. Having Sabre and the men here would send my father into a rage. If he knew what I did with Sabre, he would kill us both. In my father’s eyes, what Sabre and I did would be sinning and reveling in our fall from grace. It would be in direct violation of God’s commandments.

  My stomach lurches at the reminder of my father. He is in Illinois, and his teachings have never been my beliefs. What kind of God would find it okay for a father to use a belt on his eight-year-old daughter because the boy next door held her hand on the way home from school? What kind of God would condone a man who cut all his daughter’s hair off because he thought she was using it to lure boys into her bed?

  I tap down those memories. I got away. I moved to Kentucky. I no longer have to live in fear. Admittedly, it only happened because I got a job offer here and my father’s brother lives in the same town so he can report back to my father. Carl can never know about Sabre. Ever.

  I hear laughing from the other room and sigh. I need to get up and go out there before Sabre comes and finds me. Maybe it’s because I’m just now getting my first taste of freedom as a woman, I just don’t know, but I know I want more time with Sabre. I like him, or rather I like what I know of him, and the rest of the men seem nice, too. So I’m going to throw caution to the wind and enjoy this for however long it lasts.

  With my mind made up, I go into the adjoining bathroom, clean up, search out some comfortable clothes, and return to the kitchen. My face flames with embarrassment as everyone stops talking when I enter the room. I’m having trouble looking any of them in the eye.

  “Over here, Peaches.”

  Sabre is standing in the kitchen on the opposite side of the others and he looks very pleased with himself. It annoys me, but I had a lot to do with putting that look on his face. I walk to him and when I get there, he takes me in his arms. I return his hug and then let him curl me into his side. I like it. I like how it feels to be with him.

  “Hey, Peaches. We were starting to think you weren’t going to join us,” Keys speaks up and I give him a small smile without looking him directly in the eye.

  “Have you eaten?” I ask Sabre.

  “Nah, sweetheart. I’ll get something in a bit,” he answers, and I grasp at it. I need something to keep busy.

  “I’ll get it. Just pull up that seat over there. We all should have eaten at the table. There’s more room there. I never use the darn thing personally, so it didn’t occur to me. Next time, well if there is one, I will set it up…”

  “Peaches?” Sabre interrupts my sad rambling and I’m glad. I look up at him in mid-sentence.

  “Stop being nervous.”

  I huff in response, “Sabre, you can’t just order someone to not be nervous.”

  “I just did,” he says all cocky.

  “Well okay, you can order someone to do it. That, however, doesn’t mean they will do it.”

  “Did you do as I ordered in the bedroom?” He asks as if he’s talking about the weather. It doesn’t escape my notice that everyone has gone quiet again.

  “Sabre!”

  “Answer me.”

  “That isn’t something you just talk about in mixed company,” I chastise getting a plate down and filling it up with what is left of the meatloaf and side items.

  “What’s she calling us? Does she not like other races?” Shaft asks, and he is clearly Latino.

  “No dumbass, she’s just saying she doesn’t want to talk about how her and Sabre had sex in front of a bunch of men,” Beast growls and I probably glows in the dark. I put the plate down without looking at any of them and go back to the fridge to get Sabre something to drink. I think at this point, I’d rather pour it on him.

  “We weren’t in front of a bunch of men,” I grumble, but I don’t think they are listening to me.

  “For god’s sake, why? We all sat here and listened to her scream like a banshee as he laid the pipe to her,” Shaft asks and my head jerks up with an unspoken oh on my lips. I can’t believe he said that. I’m rewarded when Torch slaps him on the back of the head.

  “Ow! What the fuck is that for?”

  “You’re embarrassing, Peaches,” he says looking up at me with a wink and licking some of the chocolate off his spoon.

  I guess the boys found the chocolate lasagna. I can’t help but watch the way Torch works his tongue around the spoon and sucks it into his mouth. He’s a really good looking man and, apparently, I’ve just recently found my hormones.

  “Peaches!” Sabre snarls and stops my crazy thoughts. I go to him immediately and he pulls me back against his body. “You’ll pay for that later, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear.

  I don’t have to ask what he means—I know. It’s not like I would trade him for Torch, anyway. I was just looking. I reach up and kiss him on the side of his jaw. His five o’clock shadow prickles against my lips. It’s a good feeling. I start to pull away but he keeps me close, anchoring me against him.

  “Why does she care if we talk about her having sex? I mean why else would she be screaming ketchup at the top of her lungs? By the way, brother, you really need better safe words. That one is kind of freaky. That’s worse than the time you guys had that red-head screaming cheeseburger and Skull thought…”

  This time Sabre slaps Shaft up the side of the head. I don’t mind. I kind of want to join in. His words leave me feeling dirty, wrong even.

  “Okay, it’s time for everyone to get out,” Sabre yells and he’s mad; he won’t let go of me. Maybe he can tell that if he let me go, there is a very big possibility that I would go get in my car and drive back to Illinois. Okay, maybe not that drastic but awa
y just the same.

  “C’mon Sabre, we haven’t even had any cookies yet,” Keys joins in and they all look at me, and if you could spontaneously combust, well, I’d be doing it right now.

  “Get out you fucking assholes. Beast? Have these prospects cleaning out the bathrooms at The Rock.”

  “With pleasure. Great food, Peaches. Look forward to seeing you around,” Beast grumbles. I don’t think he can talk any other way. He grabs Shaft and Keys by their collars at the back of their neck and pretty much pulls them out of the room. They’re too busy whining over having to clean bathrooms to do much else. Beast is so big that he handles the large men rather easily.

  Torch comes over and picks up my hand and kisses the back of it, despite Sabre pushing him away. “Until next time, love,” he says with another wink.

  “Keep your motherfucking hands away from her,” Sabre warns him, but it doesn’t seem to bother Torch at all.

  And just like that—we’re alone.

  “Sabre, I think maybe you should go, too.”

  “Did you mind me?” he asks and I blanch at the words. Does he think I’m a mindless child who will do everything he commands?

  “I have no idea what you…”

  “Are you wearing panties, Peaches?”

  “I…uh…well, no.”

  “Good girl. Now let’s finish eating, I’m starved.”

  “It’s kind of cold now,” I answer him, wondering exactly what twilight zone I’ve slipped into.

  “So we’ll zap it in the microwave. C’mon Peaches, feed your man,” he says walking into the kitchen.

  My man? Maybe I have fallen off the deep end. I follow him into the kitchen and help nuke his food. I get a little bit for myself and sit beside him. We don’t really talk, but it doesn’t feel awkward. Something is bothering me, though, so instead of pushing my mashed potatoes around in the plate, I decide to ask him.

  “Shaft made it sound, like well…”

  “Spit it out, Peaches.”

  “He made it sound like you guys, shared…like well…he mentioned a red-head and it sounded like…well…”

  “We share women from time to time.”

  “Share? Like once you date one, sometimes they go out with Torch, too?”

  “You need to get that motherfucker, Torch, out of your head right now,” he growls and his voice is full of anger.

  “I wasn’t, I mean I wasn’t thinking that I would, you know…”

  “Damn, Peaches, can you say any actual words?”

  “I think you should go now. I can say those words,” I retort carrying our plates into the kitchen. Sabre gives a loud sigh in the background.

  “The brothers and I don’t date, Peaches. He’s talking about a club girl. They hang around the club, live the life. They help us release steam, take care of our needs, and we do the same for them.”

  “I thought you ran a garage…”

  “You thought wrong,” he says mysteriously.

  “What is it you do?” I ask, clenching my hands into a fist.

  “I’m a member of the Devil’s Blaze Motorcycle Club.”

  “But what do you do?” I ask, looking at him in shock. I’m such a fool. I let this man touch me and I know nothing about him. Maybe my parents are right, I’m not ready for the real world.

  “That is what I do,” he answers and I don’t question him further. Something in his stance tells me that asking would only annoy him.

  “I’m not the kind of girl who dates bikers,” I say before I can stop the words.

  “The way I look at it Peaches, you don’t know what kind of girl you are yet. I’m going to help you figure that out.”

  Maybe he does have me pegged.

  “I don’t want to be shared with other men, Sabre. If that’s what you want, then you should leave.”

  “We’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, Peaches.”

  I’m pretty sure Sabre is the king of cryptic answers.

  “You’re not staying the night. We need to slow this down.”

  “We’ll see,” he says taking a bite of his food.

  Crap.

  Chapter 9

  Sabre

  A man can only take so much. She wanted to go slow. I gave her a week, but a saint couldn’t take this shit.

  Annie asked me to slow things down. She had a look of panic in her eyes, so I backed off. Well, I haven’t fucked her yet. That’s as much backing as I’m capable of doing. She’s still in my arms every night, and I’m still at her house having dinner and spending time with her. It’s almost like a white picket fence type of life, except I’m not fucking cut out for that. I’m living a fucking lie with her and that’s burning a hole in my craw. I’m going to have to bring her into my world, there’s no other way about it because I’m sure as hell not letting her go.

  “Hey, Peaches,” I say, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her and my mouth whispering against her neck. We’re standing outside of the library. She just got off work and she’s wearing this pale pink skirt with a matching silk blouse under a pink sweater and some more fuck-me heels. Yeah, I’m going to make her leave those shoes on tonight. It’s time to dirty up my girl even more.

  “Sabre,” she whispers back and I might not be able to see it, but I hear the joy in her voice and feel the way her body instantly relaxes back into me. Her plush ass rubs against my groin and my cock protests. Poor guy is going to be permanently blue if he doesn’t get relief soon. That’s another reason I’m done with waiting. I’m dying to be inside her. Fucking hell, I’ve jacked off so many times this week my hands are getting calluses.

  “I’ve missed you today, my sweet Annie.”

  “I missed you, too,” she exhales because my hand reaches between us and kneads that gorgeous ass of hers.

  “You ready to go?” I ask her, anxious to get home. It’s Friday and I plan on fucking her all weekend long.

  She nods her head yes, and we walk towards my old beat up Ford.

  “Where’s your bike?” she asks, and I like the disappointment in her voice. Peaches doesn’t know it just yet, but she has all the makings of being a fucking fantastic ole’ lady, I just have to help her tap into it.

  “Weatherman said it was going to rain,” I lie, opening the door for her and groaning when the tight material of her skirt stretches over that fuckable ass. She looks up at the sunny-not-a-cloud-in-sight sky but doesn’t say anything. Then she hops inside the truck. I get behind the wheel and wait until I have us out on the main road before I put my plan into action.

  “Come sit beside me Peaches, I’ve missed you.”

  “You just saw me over breakfast this morning,” she argues but slides over just the same. Her skirt rises up on her thigh, exposing more delicious skin and my dick is practically vibrating. If he doesn’t get in her pussy tonight, he’ll probably shrivel up and die from starvation.

  “I had you for breakfast this morning,” I rumble. Just because my dick isn’t getting action, doesn’t mean I can’t keep warming her up. The way I figure it, the more her body craves release only I can give her, the fucking better. I glance over at her to see her blush. She’s special. Her innocence calls to the hardened man inside of me.

  “I remember, Sabre,” she says, lying her head on my shoulder.

  “Did you remember the rule?”

  “You really are insane you know. I’m in a library all day. Do you know how many people come in and out of there all day?”

  “So you ignored what I asked?”

  “I didn’t wear underwear, okay? And it was extremely uncomfortable. I’m trying to figure out why I even like the things you have me do.”

  “But you do. Admit it, Peaches.”

  She’s silent, and I figure she’s going to back down and then she surprises me, “I do.”

  I slide my hand up her leg and under her skirt; warm, wet heat greets my fingers.

  “Sabre!”

  I ignore her and move so my fingers slide between the lips of
her pussy. Her muscles tighten under my hand, but she spreads her legs slightly to signal she wants more.

  “I’ve missed this warm little pussy today. Did you get the video I sent you on your phone?”

  “Yes…”

  “Did you watch it?”

  “Yes, I watched it.

  “Did it make you horny, Annie? Did you get all excited and wet watching that chick sucking cock while her man fucked her from behind?”

  “I shouldn’t be watching things like that. My parents would exorcise demons out of me if they knew I watched that.”

  I grin, I can’t help it. She’s told me a little about her fucked up parents. It’s sadistic, but it makes it more enjoyable. I ever meet that fucker of a father, I might just kill him. When I questioned her about the scars on her back and she admitted her dad beat her, I wanted to go to Illinois right then.

  “Did you get wet, sweet Annie? Did you need to be fucked? Did you want to come?”

  “I, uh…yes.”

  Something in her voice alerts me. Oh, my little Annie has been a bad, bad girl.

  “Did you make yourself come?”

  “Sabre!” She protests, but she doesn’t answer me. My hand bites into her tender flesh on her thigh, and I ask again.

  “Did you make yourself come, Annie? Answer me.”

  “I…”

  “Annie, do not lie to me.”

  “I…yes. I did. It was…I mean, I read and things, but I never read a book where there were three people involved, and I never thought it’d be so….”

  “Hot?”

  “They both wanted her. They needed her, it was kind of like she had power over them, even when they were rough and…”

  “Fucking her so hard she screamed?”

  “I…yes…”

  “Tell me what your favorite part was. Be honest.”

  The truck is quiet except for the sound of the engine and the wheels rolling along the highway, but even over that I can hear Annie’s breathing. She’s just a step away from coming and I’ve barely done more than pet her sweet little snatch.

  “When he bent her over her desk and made love to her while his buddy watched.”