Inflame Me

by Ryan Michele

  I give him a soft smile. “Yeah, something like that.”

  “You stayin’? I love my family,” he says, and my heart breaks for Tanner. I denied her this family. Dammit.

  Don’t live in the past, Mearna! I chastise myself. It does no good.

  “I’m not sure, little guy.”

  He smiles. “You should,” he says before scampering off, resuming his airplane noises.

  Why does life have to be so complicated?

  TANNER’S ARMS WRAP around me tightly, her hot pussy against my ass. I made her wear my helmet, not taking a chance on hurting a hair on her head. Having her near me is the only thing calming me from the night’s events. Not only did Dagger need the release, but I did, too. I should have killed the motherfucker.

  I forget all thoughts and enjoy the ride with her arms squeezed around me. With the night surrounding us and very few cars on the road, I take my time enjoying this. I’ve never had a woman on the back of this thing, never thought I would. Now it all just feels right.

  Fucking hell, I’m turning into one of those sappy fuckers.

  A SOFT KNOCK comes to my bedroom door, waking me from sleep. Tanner’s body is covering mine, her tits on my chest and legs entangled in mine. My hard dick rests on my abs and jumps at the sight of my girl.

  The knock comes again. Son of a bitch.

  “Sprite.” I jostle her arm, and her eyes open slowly. “Gotta answer the door.” She rolls off of me then reaches down to grab the blankets, shielding herself. Fuck, yeah, no motherfucker gets to see her. None. Those tits, ass, and pussy are mine, all fucking mine.

  I roll out of bed and grab a pair of boxer briefs, slipping them on just as another knock sounds. My temper rises as I fling the door open.

  Mearna jumps back in a gasp then groans from the sudden movement. Her eyes are wide and panicked.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She takes in a deep breath. “You scared the shit out of me.”

  “Yeah, what do you need?”

  “Mom?” Tanner’s voice comes from behind me as she pushes her way in front of me. She now has on her jeans and shirt from last night.

  Mearna eyes both of us under scrupulous observation. Let her.

  “We have to head back. The funeral is in a couple of days, and we need to be there.” The moment the words leave Mearna, Tanner’s entire body stiffens. I’m not sure if it’s the thought of going back or the thought of leaving. I should just tie her to my fucking bed and not let her go.

  “Okay. We’ll have to figure out a car,” Tanner says, now all business, as if something clicked in her head. I love that shit about her. She sees a problem and takes hold of it.

  “I’m going to talk to your father and see about borrowing one—” I cut Mearna off.

  “I’ll take care of it. You two get packed up, and I’ll go talk to the brothers.” I turn from the door, grabbing my jeans and pulling them over my hard erection.

  “Mom, just give me a few, and I’ll be down.” I hear the soft click of the door and then, “Rhys?”

  I turn as she flings off her shirt and opens her jeans, shimmying them down her body. My dick becomes painful in its confines. She is so fucking hot and sexy.

  Tanner saunters up to me like one of those runway models, strutting with a sway in her step. She stops mere inches from me and gives me a soft kiss, pulling away before my hand reaches her head to deepen it. She then falls gracefully to her knees, looking up at me through her lashes. She undoes the button and zipper to my jeans before pulling them down to my ankles. The feel of her hands on me is indescribable.

  “Sprite,” I warn, but I think it’s just for me. I’m not into letting chicks have control, but the spark in her eye and knowing that my dick will be in that hot, little mouth in a couple of seconds allows me to let her.

  Her emerald eyes flutter as the curls of her hair fall down around her face. Her tiny hands reach into my boxers, pulling out my length. “Yes?” Her voice is completely seductive, and I know in that moment I’ll never, not in a million years, have enough of this woman.

  “Suck it.” I can’t help myself.

  The triumphant smile on her face tells me she thinks she won, and for right now, I’m going with it.

  Her pink tongue extends from her mouth and licks the underside of my dick, hitting the nerves running along the vein that is pulsing. Her hand grips firmly, much tighter than I would have thought, and she begins to stroke while she licks my head, slipping her tongue along the slit of my dick, taking a bit of time exploring there. I almost lose my load at the fucking sight, but I can’t look away.

  Tanner leans forward, and my dick is in heaven. The warmth of her mouth along with the wetness is a nirvana I’ve never experienced. Yeah, I’ve had my dick sucked by more women than I can count, but Tanner puts every fucking one of them to shame.

  She moves up and down my dick, sucking in her cheeks then licking the head, over and over and over. While her hand still squeezes at my base, she pulls me as far as she can into the back of her throat, closing the muscles there, and I lose all sense of control.

  I thread my fingers through her hair and begin pumping my dick in and out of her mouth. The sounds of wet flesh on flesh along with her occasional gasps for breath echo throughout the room, only spurring me on. My hips piston in and out. My balls draw up tight and a knowing tingle hits my spine.

  “I’m going to fucking come, Sprite, and I want you to drink every fucking drop.”

  Her eyes lift to mine, want and need pulsating through them. That’s the final nail as I come hard. Tanner swallows, but gets choked up for a moment before she quickly recovers. My come escapes her lips, falling down the corner of her mouth. Damn, that’s hot.

  She continues to stroke me even when my dick is soft and sated in her mouth. Then she sits back on her heels, allowing my dick to pop from her mouth, and swipes at my leftover come.

  “My turn.” I pick her up and toss her to the bed.

  Opening up her legs, I find she’s wet and ready for me. She starts to protest, but before the words come out, I’m on her fucking clit. She tastes as if heaven and hell mixed together to create this woman.

  Tanner gasps and begins moving her hips, which I hold down, not allowing it any further. She mewls sexily as I attack the lips of her pussy, sucking them with everything I have.

  Her clit sits out, ripe and ready. With flicks of my tongue, I get another hip jerk. I fucking love it. I toy with the nub just enough then pull it into my mouth as Tanner explodes around me, her cream filling my mouth in a rush. I take and saver it while continuing to pet her back down to earth.

  Her body goes lax as I move up, kissing a path from her stomach to lips.

  “Mornin’,” I tell her as she smiles.

  “Morning.”

  As much as I don’t want to leave my bed with her in it, we have to.

  “Got shit to do.” I give her another deep kiss. “I’ll go talk to the guys. You figure out you and your mom’s stuff.”

  “Okay.” Her voice is quiet with a touch of sadness creeping in.

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my body. “You don’t have to stay there,” I tell her, not really having a clue what the fuck I’m doing, but it just feels like the right thing.

  “Stay where?” she asks, burrowing into my neck, her arms around my back.

  “There. Go to the funeral and come back here.”

  She pulls her head away and looks in my eyes. “This is just a fling, remember?” Her words piss me the fuck off, and I can feel my arms flex from them.

  “Yeah.” I pull her from my body and slap her ass, trying not to let the hurt of that sting.

  She squeals and rushes to the bathroom, and I toss on my clothes.

  “I’m going,” I yell as I shut the door and try not to break it off its fucking hinges.

  Why in the hell did I let that woman get under my fucking skin? I don’t do that shit. Now she’s probably leaving and not coming back. Fucking hell.
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  I turn to the wall and put my fist through the plaster, letting all my frustrations out. The drywall shatters from the impact, sending pieces floating around my hand, arm, and to the floor. I pull my hand out of the hole, not feeling any better whatsoever.

  “WELL, THIS POSES a problem.” Pops sighs at his desk, his hands latched behind his head as he leans from his chair. “Got a meeting with Ralphie. We’re leaving in two hours.”

  I talked to Dagger, and we decided we should follow the girls up there in case anything came down on them. This puts a huge fucking wrench in that idea.

  “We can send one of the prospects with them,” Pops suggests and I growl.

  With taking on Tug, Buzz and Breaker as full members, we were had to get new Prospects, and there’s only one I really trust.

  “Derek.” I demand. He helped us out during Blaze’s kidnapping a while back. The other two are still too new to trust.

  “I’m gonna send Dipstick, too.”

  It was Daggers turn to growl. “He’s so damn timid I can’t believe we are giving him a shot.”

  This is totally true. We voted to let him in because Pops said he saw something in him. I don’t know what, and I’m still fucking looking.

  “This will be good for him.” Both Dagger and I nod, not liking it yet not going to change it, either. “After we meet with Ralphie, you can go meet up with your girls.” Pops shakes his head. “Never thought I’d see the day Rhys.”

  “Me, either.”

  “And my fucking daughter.” Dagger adds.

  I smirk. “I’m the best fucking thing that happened to you ol’ man.”

  He slaps me on the shoulder. “Remember you’re an old man, too.”

  Who fucking cares? I’m older and don’t give a rats ass what other people think, and Tanner doesn’t seem to, either.

  “Becs and I are going to meet with Ransom. Then we’re taking off.” Becs is the vice president of the club and a standup man. Ransom, on the other hand…

  “What about?” I ask.

  “Says he has some work for us. I’m just gonna go check it out.” Pops shrugs.

  “Want us to come along?” I trust no one but my brothers. I don’t give a shit if Ransom has helped us out by helping us get even with people. He’s not one of us.

  “Nah. He just wants to go over some shit.”

  “All right. We’re gonna get the girls off.” Dagger says as we walk out the door.

  “I’M COMING AS soon as we get our business done,” I say to a misty-eyed Tanner. My woman’s heart is pretty big.

  “You don’t need to. We’ll be fine.” I tap down the initial anger that wells inside. “You have a life here. Mine is up there.” She shrugs as if it’s all the same. Fuck no, it’s not.

  “I’ll be there.” I don’t have time for a debate or any shit. I’m going, and that’s that. This shit is final.

  “Okay,” she whispers as Dagger walks up. They really haven’t had a chance to get to know each other. I feel a bit sad that she doesn’t know yet what a great guy her father is.

  “Take care of your mom. I’ll be up there for the funeral.”

  Tanner nods, pain etched on her face as she tries to push it out. She’s feeling the lack of connection between her and her father.

  Dagger pulls her into his arms and hugs her as tears start to fall from her eyes. Dammit. Fucking tears, again. Dagger then kisses the top of her head and pulls away to her gasp.

  “Go,” he orders, but she turns to me.

  She plows into my body hard, wrapping her arms around me.

  “Sprite, it’s only a couple of days.”

  She nods then pulls away. “Bye, Rhys.”

  Fuck, I feel like it’s good-bye, good-bye. Fuck that.

  “See you soon,” I tell her, kissing her forehead before she gets in the car.

  Both Dagger and I stare as the car and bikes holding Derek and Dipshit leave. Fucking hell.

  I rip my fingers through my hair. I need to pound something, but I don’t have time. We need to head out, too.

  AFTER A FULL day on the road, only stopping to get some shut eye, we pull up to Ralphie’s well-guarded compound. Stone walls line the front with wires across the top. We’re out in the middle of no man’s land with no one around for miles. Of course, Ralphie does have a very profitable business, and it needs to be protected.

  The wide gates open as we pull up, Pops leading the way in our pack. We follow and are led to a side lot where an ape of a man points.

  The place is huge, acres and acres with buildings here and there. Even houses are spread throughout with grassy areas included.

  We park our bikes and kill the engines.

  “This way,” the ape calls out, and with a nod from Pops, we follow. The entire crew came on this one: Pops, Becs, Zed, Dagger, GT, Cruz, Buzz, Tug, Breaker, and myself. We even tagged the leftover prospect into driving the cage behind us, just in case.

  The ape opens the door to a large warehouse and goes through the doors where he stops us immediately. “Guns, cell phones, GPS's—whatever you’ve got needs to go into that bin right there.” He points to a large plastic tote.

  The idea of going into this shit unarmed does not sit right with me one bit. Luckily, it doesn’t with Pops, either.

  “We keep the guns and drop the cells,” he says. The ape shakes his head, so Pops says, “Let me talk to Ralphie.”

  The ape pulls out his cell and holds it up to his ear. He has no hair and is built like a Mack truck. He then holds the phone out to Pops.

  “What’s going on, Ralphie?” Pops questions. “You know we need to have protection … I understand.” Pops’s vein begins to tick in his neck, so whatever is being discussed over the phone isn’t good. Fuck.

  “Got it.” He hands the phone back to the ape and addresses us. “Everything in the tub.”

  Fucking hell. We listen, taking all of our shit off and putting it in. Why the fuck do I feel like we are being lead to slaughter?

  “We called this meeting. He has every right to have these precautions,” Pops reasons, but even if they are valid, I don’t give a flying shit.

  After emptying out everything and going through a fucking metal detector, we are led to a large room where Ralphie sits at the head of the table with his goons behind him. The little balding man sits prominently while he waits for us to sit down.

  “You seem to have caused me a huge problem,” Ralphie says, his fingers steepled, a clear sign of power.

  “Those assholes were trying to take one of ours,” Pops replies coolly.

  “From what I understand, she was already theirs to begin with.”

  From the corner of my eye, I see Tug’s hands fist, but he holds his shit together.

  “So they thought. She didn’t feel the same way,” Pops says.

  Ralphie smiles sinisterly. “Let’s cut the shit. I don’t have time for it. I do not have a problem in this situation. My pockets are fully lined, and the product is the same as usual.”

  So, those fuckers that took over paid Ralphie to keep him off their backs. They were smarter than I gave them credit for.

  “You, on the other hand, have a problem. What do you want from me?”

  This blows more than I realized. We owe him, but if we keep to our end, he’ll stick to his.

  “Get them off our asses,” Pops says simply.

  “And how do you propose I do that?” Ralphie questions.

  “Threaten to pull your product if they don’t.”

  Ralphie laughs. This time, it’s real. “You think coming here and doing this grand bullshit will get me to roll over?”

  “Seems you have some rats in your organization,” Pops says.

  It takes everything in my gut to keep my face impassive. How in the fuck did I miss this shit?

  “Buzz here pulled up some information that I’m sure you want, because it’s a Fed.”

  My spine stiffens. It’s fucking painful to keep still.

  “You’re lying. My guys
wouldn’t,” Ralphie says.

  Pops’s gaze turns to a guy with reddish-brown hair who stands to the left of Ralphie. His posture is stiff, but in control. His hands are clasped in front of him as he stares straight ahead.

  “Isn’t that right, Agent Peterson?” Pops asks.

  It’s small, so fucking small I’m not sure anyone saw it, but his left eye gives a slight twitch to the name. Son-of-a-bitch.

  “Levi.” Ralphie turns to the man, and Pops chuckles.

  “Try Samuel David Peterson, FBI undercover. I’d appreciate it if you checked him for wires, considering this meeting and all.” Pops leans back in the chair. This right here is why he is our leader.

  “Dez,” Ralphie orders another guy, who goes over to the agent, taking the gun away from him.

  “I don’t know what these assholes are talking about,” the agent snaps.

  “Check him,” Ralphie orders then narrows his gaze at Pops. “Where’s the proof?”

  Pops looks over to Buzz who nods, reaching into his vest and pulling out a manila folder. He slides it across the table to Ralphie who opens it. He rustles through the papers, and whatever he sees turns his eyes to the venom of a snake.

  “Gut him,” he calls out. “Get a sweep of the entire place.” His words are dripping in anger so thick, if we weren’t sitting, it may have just knocked us on our asses.

  They carry the agent out of the room, kicking and swearing that he didn’t do anything. Whatever is in Ralphie’s hand must be some doozy of evidence.

  “What else?” Ralphie asks Pops.

  “There are two more. They aren’t in this room, though.” This time, Pops pulls out a manila envelope, setting it in front of him. “I give you this, and you take care of our problem.”

  “You’re fucking lucky you’re a top runner for me.” Ralphie shakes his head. “I clear this, and you do a run for me.”

  Pops’s eyes narrow, the tension in the room growing tight. “What kind of run?”

  “I have some precious cargo that needs to make its way to Southern Texas. You deliver it and give me the envelope, and we call it even.”