Burn

by Amy Isan

  A minute later, the phone rings again. Anchor picks it up and immediately hands it to Logan. Logan takes it and has a slight smirk on his face. "¿Si? That's what I thought, Gustavo. You don't have the resources. ... And you admit it then? You blame Surge? Well, you can have his body, you can have fifty grand. ... Ultimately though, the point is, Victor fucked up by crossing me. If I catch you up in the States, the same thing will happen to you. ... And any of your lackeys. Keep them down there. Don't worry, it isn't personal... it's business. I'm sure you understand that."

  The line goes silent then it dies. Logan hands the phone back to Anchor and chuckles. An uneasy thrill courses through the entire room, and Logan slices it wide open. "He's backing off. He says he'll take the deal for the 50k and Surge's body."

  Rifle looks up and peers over at Logan. "They're really gonna take his body?"

  "Yeah."

  "Good. I want that shit out of my house as soon as possible."

  No one else says a thing. Logan walks up to Zero and slaps him on the back. "Looks like things will be fine."

  "This was a temporary solution, Bomb," Zero says. "Your crew still aren't allowed on our turf."

  Logan shakes his head. "If Gustavo actually does come up, we'll have to get the crews together again, so why not make the best of it? Can't say both crews aren't pretty..." Logan looks around the room, counting as he points to each man while his lips move without speaking, "...Anemic at the moment."

  Zero snorts and does the same roll call. "I hate to say it, but you're right."

  "We'll split the product. I should still have it stowed away at a safe location."

  Zero's eyebrow goes up. "Really? Didn't think you'd be that smart. We were hoping it'd be at your little dive bar."

  "What do you say?" Logan says, grabbing Zero's shoulder and extending his hand. "The Ruin Skeletons MC?"

  Zero looks around the room, like he's capturing one last memory of his crew. No one disagrees.

  "Fuck it." Zero spits into his hand and shakes Logan's. The men of both crews relax, their bristling and racing hearts definitely cooled by the unity of the club leaders. There's no way that Zero will remain president, not after that display of power and authority. God damn... it was fucking hot.

  . . .

  The men disband for the day. The old Ruin Outlaws men start leaving one by one, but say goodbye to their newly christened brothers. The day has grown long in the tooth and the orange light on the rooftops only makes me feel even more tired than I already was. After the shitty ride back from the middle of the desert, I've hardly had any food and pretty much only eaten adrenaline for breakfast, lunch, and soon, dinner.

  Logan shakes Zero's hand again and we both climb on Driver's loaner bike. Before he starts it up, I point out the name on the tank. "You're gonna need a new bike."

  Logan hangs his head for a moment and stares at the tank. "Yeah," he says. He starts up the motor and we pull away from the hideout, turning out of the alley and getting back on the highway. It feels like I've been on this ride before, with the sunset's light hitting me from Logan's mirrors and chrome. We weave between the cars and after a couple of tense minutes, we exit the highway. The howl of the wind and engine quiets to a bearable level. I'm sure my hearing will never be the same, but I can't really bring myself to give a shit about it.

  We dip onto a main road and I recognize where Logan is taking me: his place. We park up along the curb and he kills the engine. I climb off the bike, my legs feeling like jelly and my arms exhausted. Too much for me, too much for one day. Fuck, too much for one lifetime really.

  I grab at Logan's shoulder to balance myself, but it's fruitless. My grip is weak and I start to fall. I can't even bring myself to try and catch myself.

  Within an instant, Logan catches me in his arms. I breathe in relief and he throws my legs over his other arm. I can feel his scarred right hand on my shoulder. As he carries me up to his front door, I open my mouth. I'm scared he won't like what I'm going to suggest:

  "I thought about it..."

  "Yeah... about what?"

  "You getting a new bike. You could use Surge's old bike."

  He's silent. He walks up to the front door and pushes it open. I feel embarrassed for suggesting something so soon. I add, "As a way to remember him... in a good way."

  He nods grimly. "You're right," he says. "I'll have to talk to Rifle about it."

  The place is just like we left it. No Skeletons came and raided it, no police found it and destroyed it. It's like we never left. How many days we were in Mexico? Two? Three?

  It feels like we were there forever.

  He sets me down on the bed and I roll over without hesitation. He leans down and brushes my hair off my forehead, even going so far as to tuck it behind my ear. I smile and feel my cheeks burn. I'm filthy, covered in dirt and sweat and exhaust. I want to shower, but there's no way I can like this. After a day like this... I'm too riled up. Too flustered.

  Logan leans down and kisses my forehead, then again. When he goes for the third one, I lean up and grab his lips with mine, and what starts as a peck becomes something much more. I feel my heart racing again. My body grows warm, and even though I want to sleep, I know it can wait for a couple more hours.

  I grab his waist by the belt and drag him onto his pull-out bed. He trips and lands on it sideways, bouncing briefly and laughing. He kicks his boots off, and I kiss him on the neck, savoring that taste of salty sweat that was pouring off him all day. He peels off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, and I nearly gasp looking at his body. It feels like it's been ages since I've had him to myself. Ages since I could touch him with my hands and tongue in ways that'd make me blush.

  He grunts as I run my hands up and down his chest, threading my fingers through his chest hair and kissing him. His hand sweeps up from my neck and he rakes his fingers through my hair. I let out a small moan as he pulls me on top of him. I straddle his hips, both of us still wearing pants, but I can feel his bulge already. I grab his chest with my hands and grind on him, making him contort and groan in pleasure every moment. I'm lighting up, his iron-grey eyes make me tingle all over. Just his eyes meeting mine is something different I can't explain.

  He undoes my bra through my shirt and helps me take both off. He gazes at my breasts and reaches behind me to brace my back, and Logan sits up to suck on my nipples. They were already growing hard from feeling his cock against me, but now I'm losing control over the situation. I thought maybe I could dominate him for once, but it turns out... he was just letting me pretend.

  "Ah... Logan," I whisper as he moves from one of my breasts to the other. He's like a hungry animal, growing more feverish by the second. I can feel his bulge pulse under his jeans and through my pants, and I hunger for it. I want him so badly.

  "You taste delicious," he says.

  "No... ah..." I quiver and moan. "I'm filthy."

  "You've got that right," he breathes against my wet skin. I can feel his lips turn into a smile between kisses. I shiver and feel a spark of electricity rise up my spine.

  I need him. The way he's looking at me, he needs me, too. I pull him off my chest and hop backward off the springy mattress until I'm on the floor. I undo his belt and hike his jeans down to his knees. His bulge quivers in his boxers. Slipping my hand into the elastic band frees him with ease, and he looks down at me with a look only a man full of lust can give. No, something more. Something else.

  I wrap my fingers around him and make him grunt and gasp in pleasure. His muscles twitch and flex under his skin, looking like coiled snakes. I love how his abs flex each time I trace my finger tips over the edge of his cock. He grunts and gives me a look of tortured pleasure, but I'm not done yet.

  I take him in my mouth, savoring him. Sucking and pulling that flame out of him, making him wild with desire and delayed euphoria. He struggles against it, but I shush him and push his hands away each time he tries to grab my head. Not yet, Logan, I want to say. I would, if I weren't so busy.
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  He leans forward and avoids touching my head as I work on him. His abs flex and harden as he pulls my jeans down to my ankles. My panties slip off to my knees, and I can already feel how wet I am. It shouldn't be possible, after the kind of day that I've had, to be like this. Three weeks ago I would've been out of commission if Becky had screamed at me at work, and that wasn't even close to the same kind of stress I put up with the last couple of days.

  Watching a man die. Meeting a motorcycle club who loathed me. Fleeing to Mexico. Bribing a Border Patrol Agent. Even killing a man and getting stranded in the desert. Only to be picked up by a man who didn't know when to stop. It's all too much to think about. I push the thought to the back of my mind and finally pop Logan out of my mouth.

  He mutters something and groans. He sits up again and his hand goes between my legs. His fingers are already slick, or is that me? I moan and tremble, keeping my balance by locking my elbows against the bed, my palms pressed against Logan's thighs. His eyes meet mine and he kisses me feverishly, wildly, with a passion and abandon I've never felt in my life. His finger sweeps up and down my clitoris and I tremble to stay upright, all the while heat builds inside me like a furnace.

  "Cassie, you're so wet," he comments. Like I don't already know. I grin and push him onto his back again. He's being naughty.

  "You need to control yourself," I say to him. He grunts as I stroke his cock a couple more times, then let him tease my labia a little. He feels so warm, and I can feel him pulsing in my hand. His heartbeat throbs against my body, and it's like something snaps inside me.

  A wild animal, the way he was when we were in Mexico. I lift myself up high enough to slide him into me, and I lower myself. Not too quickly, just slow enough that it makes him twitch and groan for more. Just slow enough that it makes me gasp and moan with every inch he slides in further. When my hips meet his, sparks shoot up and down my chest, warming me. I stare down at him and hold that moment in my mind. The image of his flexed chest and abs, glistening with sweat, his face red with severe euphoria. My thighs touching his waist, and that pounding of his heart inside me. I can't fathom a more perfect moment.

  "Ah..." he's the one moaning now. I relish it, my face reddening and my confidence rising. He strokes my thigh down to my knee. I exhale deeply. The apartment is hot with the summer heat still trapped inside. No air conditioning to fight the restless heat, and our sticky and sweaty bodies moving together isn't helping.

  He grips my hips and thrusts into me, each stroke feeling like it's knocking the wind from me. I fall forward onto his chest, our faces almost touching, and feel his grunts and breath on my face. His eyes are wrought-iron, steeled with fire, and burning desire. I twitch and moan and rake my fingers through his hair, matted and sweaty as it is. Neither of us will last long like this, we're too pent up. Like a ticking bomb waiting to go off, I can't handle him. He grunts and throbs with every twitch from our entangled bodies, and my hair falls across his face and hides the orange light streaming through the blinds.

  I'm losing it. He's too much for me, too much to drink in. I can't last much longer. His speed picks up and he leans into me, thrusting deeper than I though he could. Something is connected between us, a sensation I haven't felt until this very moment. A gossamer thread strung around our hearts, pulling us closer. I can't resist. I won't resist him.

  "Ah... Logan!" I scream, a climax surprising me and overwhelming my body. I collapse onto his chest and cling onto the sheet, pulling it free from the mattress as he keeps pounding away at me. He's unsatisfied, and as long as he is, I am too. I brace myself for the tide to flow over me and smash me against the rocks again, and again. His breath is ragged in my ear and he kisses me. He licks his lips for a brief moment, then he whispers in my ear.

  "I love you."

  I stare at him, his quiet words striking a chord so deep inside me I don't even know what to think or say. He grunts and I climax again, just as cup his face and stare into his eyes.

  "I love you, Logan." I press my face against his and try to hide my tears from him, but they slip between our cheeks and drip off our bodies. Maybe he'll think it's only sweat.

  He groans loudly and climaxes, his strokes pushing me up into the air and nearly toppling me over his head. I laugh and hold myself against him, squeeze my thighs against his body to keep us locked together.

  I collapse sideways off him and he slides out of me. Laying there, both of us panting in the hot and humid room, both of us staring at the ceiling, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be. Despite everything that happened, that he dragged me into, what else could I want?

  He leans over me and kisses me deeply, taking my cheek and chin in his palm and drawing me forward. Logan pulls away and stares into my eyes, and I'm sure he can see I was crying now. My eyes feel twinkly and dazed. Exhaustion is even closer to me now, but Logan won't let me seize it. He keeps kissing me. "I love you, Cassie," he repeats.

  "You really mean it?"

  "Don't you?" he growls, his voice low and full of that darkness I fell in love with in the first place.

  "Yes," I say. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. "Yes, Logan, you dolt! I love you! I've loved you for so long!"

  He exhales hard and stares at me and then scans my body. He traces his finger across my skin. "I've lied to myself, hell, I've denied it. But there's been something special about you since I caught you looking at me on the highway that day."

  I roll over and find myself on top of him again. His arms sweep me up and I kiss him and kiss him over and over again. He laughs and tries to stop me, but I won't. I won't let go of him now. Logan, my biker and fighter. The man who saved me. The man I saved from himself.

  THE END

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