“OHH.. CHRIST yes…” She shouts out, rubbing her pussy against my face. She is on the brink of an orgasm, and isn’t afraid to take what she wants. With more urgency, I suck harder, rub faster, until I feel her body stiffen. One last slide of my finger against her inner walls, Mia, is arching off the bed, screaming my name.
Removing my clothes, faster than humanly possible, I flip her over on her knees. “Ass in the air, face on the mattress.” She eagerly obeys, throwing me a smirk over her shoulder, eyeing my dick like it’s a lollypop. Right now, I’m too eager for her pussy, we have the rest of the night for her to suck my dick down her throat.
“Stay very still, Mia.” I warn her, before grabbing the foam, making a pattern on her back. She gives the slightest shutter from the sensation of the cold landing on her heated skin. Satisfied with the design I choose, I line myself up, entering her at the same time I set the white matter on fire. Speeding up when the flame catches on, I grab both her hips roughly, enjoying the sight before me. The flickers of blue and red, spark a possessiveness in my chest, as they skate across her back. The word, MINE, being warmed across her skin, as I take her from behind.
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“Is that how you got your nickname?” Mia asks, getting into the shower, standing directly under the warm water. Her long, raven, black hair matting around her beautiful face. With all the sun light, she’s been getting, her face now has color. I would bet my life savings she has, Indian, running through her blood.
“Yes, it’s part of the reason, Spitfire.” I reply, once I’m able to concentrate on something other than her stunning features.” The first time, Buck, had me question a traitor, who turned over three of our members to the local cops, I used a blow torch to get the answers we needed.”
“Wouldn’t that smell?” She asks, her nose scrunching up like she can smell the foul stench of burning flesh. Finally stepping in behind her, I grab the shampoo bottle from her hand. “I tell you I’ve used a blow torch on a man, and you ask about the smell.” I state, not able to stop the smirk that pulls at my lips when she looks at me over her shoulder.
“I’m not naïve, Romeo. I know you’re not a law-abiding citizen.” She declares, tilting her head back as I start lathering the shampoo into her hair. Massaging her scalp as I go, Mia, moans low in her throat obviously enjoying my shampooing skills.
“Move in with me, Mia.” I blurt out. Watching her reaction carefully. When her back goes straight, shoulders stiffening, I mentally prepare myself. This isn’t going to be easy, just like everything else when it comes to this woman. She pulls away from me, to rinse out her hair, before turning around.
“What about my girls?” She asks, surprising me. I was expecting her to say no, forcing me to convince her by any means necessary. Reaching my hand out, I follow a water drop down her cheek, loving the way she leans into my touch.
“They can come too.” I declare. I would never expect, Mia, to choose between me and her family. “We can build them a guest house.” I suggest.
“You would do that?”
“I would do anything for you, Spitfire. You should know that by now.”
“You would do anything for me?” She asks, waiting for me to nod my head before she asks another question. “If I were sick and throwing up you would hold my hair?” With another nod of my head, she continues to question me. “When I get mad and say things I don’t mean you will forgive me?”
“After you show me how sorry you are.” I state, giving her my trademark grin, adding a wink for good measure.
“What if I decide I want twenty babies. What then?” Lifting her into my arms, walking backwards, “Then we should get started now.” I state, giving her a kiss on the lips, her back now resting on the wall.
“I’m serious, Torch. How do I know you won’t change your mind about us?”
“I’ll just have to spend every day.” I say, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Every hour.” I state, while biting the side of her neck. “Every minute.” I growl, taking her nipple into my mouth. “Every second, reminding you how much I need you.”
“Yes.” She moans. Arching her back, trying to get as close to me as she can. When she runs her hands through my hair, leading my mouth towards hers, another growl escapes. Taking my mouth with hers. I allow, Mia, to set the pace. Loving how quick she is to take charge. Biting my bottom lip, her hands are no longer in my hair. Nails scrapping down my back, a slight sting burning my skin from the hot water, reroutes my blood to the only place I need it right now.
“Fuck me, Torch.” Mia whispers, breaking the kiss long enough to look into my eye.
“Say you’ll move in with me.” I counter back, reaching between us, rubbing the head of my dick across her entrance. Her already dilated pupils, somehow grow larger, “Yes… Romeo, I’ll move in. Now fuck me already.” She growls out.
Without any warning, I slam into her, my balls already aching, for release, from her tight heat surrounding me. This is what, Mia, does to me. Makes it impossible to think about anything other than her. Pounding into her pussy, hearing the sounds of ecstasy leave her mouth, I savor the thought of her being all mine. Now, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives.
Chapter 19
Mia
The patchy clouds in the sky, red and yellow leaves falling from trees, and the crisp autumn air is a reminder of the long day ahead. Everyone across the country gathers for the last, Thursday, in the month. Turkey, pumpkin pie, and enough mashed potatoes to build a statue of, Zeus, all being made by some of the member’s, Old Ladies, in the kitchen. Little kids running through the house, men sitting at the bar drinking beer while watching the football game. This is what a true, Thanksgiving, is like. At the home, some of the counselors would get together and make turkey subs for us kids, that was all they could afford on their budgets, trying to make it as special as possible. Looking in the window, watching everyone as they smile and laugh, a feeling of dread comes over me. It’s not because I don’t want to be here, no that would be an easier pill to swallow. Now that I have this, a family I feel connected to, it’s terrifies me to think about losing them.
“You know what I’m thankful for?” Torch whispers into my ear from behind. Taking a deep breath, I relax into his embrace, his smell surrounding me. It’s cool enough outside for him to wear his leather jacket, that looks so yummy on him it took us two hours to leave the bedroom this morning. He’s been letting his beard grow longer, now that winter’s coming, so his stubble tickles the side of my neck as he talks.
“Having the stamina of a younger man?” I question on a giggle, once again bringing up his approaching birthday. With a low growl, he wraps both arms around mine, leaving me immobile against him. “No. I’m thankful for a certain pain in my ass, that wakes me up thirty times a night with her snoring.”
“I don’t snore.” I shout, trying to turn around in his arms. He tightens his hold, rubbing his cheek on my neck, causing me to break out in a fit of giggles. “Oh, so you admit to being a pain in my ass?”
“No.. Yes…Maybe..” I laugh out, wiggling against his hard chest. When he finally loosens his hold, I turn around, giving him the evil eye.
“That was not nice.”
“I’m not a nice guy.”
“You are to me.”
“That’s because you have what I want.” He declares, giving me his signature grin. Lifting my gloved finger, I run it across his dimple, laughing once again when he jerks forward to bite me.
“What is it you want?” I ask, burrowing myself into his jacket when a cold breeze hits.
“You, Mia. Only you.” He says, all joking aside, the truth clear in his tone.
“Thanks for the reminder.” I state, knowing he understands what I mean. Sometimes, no matter how much I hate it, I feel more vulnerable now than I ever. Torch understands that.
“You realize you can only hide out here for so long, Spitfire.” He says, wrapping me tighter in his embrace. With my cheek resting on his chest, Torch’s
heart beating in my ear, I gather up the patience to be around so many women. While I don’t personally know most of them, I’ve seen them around the club house many times. Ever since, Torch and I, have become official it’s like they all want to get to know me. Right when I’m getting ready to step back into the lion’s den, Serenity, comes storming out of the house. Followed by a very pissed off, Taz. Neither one of them notice, Torch and I, standing ten feet from them. That’s how consumed in their anger they are.
“Serenity, STOP.” Taz, orders, exhaling a breath when she actually listens. Torch is about to move, because he hates to be nosey, until I stop him. Nope, I don’t think so, Mr. Nobel. My curiosity about these two has been far worse than anything, George, ever experienced. I’m not going anywhere.
“Why are you following me, Taz. You looked to be pretty busy back there.”
“It’s not what you think.” He says, his left hand reaching to his neck, rubbing the back with a look of frustration on his face.
“Oh.. Okay.. Well please explain what it was I saw.” She mockingly asks, crossing her arms over her chest. She isn’t wearing a coat, but her anger must be enough to keep her warm because she is showing no sign of the chills.
“Serenity ..” He growls out.
“Just tell me.. tell me how she TRIPPED, landed on her knees, and just so happened to FALL FACE FIRST ON YOUR…” Serenity yells, her arms now flailing in the air.
“I’M NOT HAVING THIS ARGUMENT AGAIN!!” Taz growls out, taking a step forward. Trying to keep from getting hit by her tiny swinging arms.
“THEN WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME OUT HERE?”
“Don’t answer that.” Torch states, ruining the moment. Taz’s eyes shoot up toward us, as does, Serenity’s, both of them dumb founded to see us standing here. “You can continue once we’re out of hearing range.” Torch announces, dragging me to the door.
“Asshole.” I mumble, as we get closer. Torch hears me, despite me trying to be quiet, and laughs out loud. I can understand why he doesn’t want, Taz, to finish his statement. We both know why he chased her, and that would be one more secret he must keep. You can’t tell something you don’t know, and if Buck was to hear about this conversation, well let’s just say, Taz, would be a dead man.
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My belly is full, my face won’t stop hurting from all the laughter going on around the room, and my girls are all a part of it. Serenity is also here, avoiding, Taz, at all cost, but still managing to fake a smile when someone says something funny.
“Remember the stripper, Saint, brought home? She stole all his shit while he was, passed out, drunk.” Hammer laughs out, while Saint gives him the evil eye.
“I think that bitch drugged me.” He whines.
“Wait. You were robbed by a stripper?” Rebecca asks.
“He was robbed by a five-foot, one hundred and five pound, woman. He called me the next morning wanting to know what the hell happened.”
“She took all your stuff?”
“No. Not everything. Just all my electronics and furniture.” He affirms.
“She took everything you had at the time.” Torch states, “you went up to that strip club every day, for a month, looking for her.”
“I had just bought that T.V.” Saint says, looking like a depressed puppy.
“You have the worse taste in women, Dude.” Hammer says, I’ve noticed with these two they like to pick on one another. It’s very entertaining to watch.
“What about, Torch?” I ask, “tell me some of his stories.”
The group of men look at one another, apparently, none of them having any, juicy, dirt on him. That is until, Taz, speaks up. Torch has told me that the two of them knew each other in high school. Just recently they’ve started talking again, you know ever since, Torch’s, jealousy caused him to act like a caveman.
“When we were in high school, Torch, didn’t get along with the principle, but he played football, so there wasn’t anything, Mr. Duncan, could do to him. The team was going to state, our junior year, when, Torch, finally had enough. You see, Mr. Duncan had a beautiful, young, wife. She was as dumb as a bag of bricks, but had the body of a playboy model. Torch, somehow, someway, talked her into the sack. Till this day he won’t tell me how he did. I think the bastard just got lucky.” Taz says, looking lost in the memory. “Anyway, I showed up at school the morning of our big game, and Mr. Duncan was desperately trying to rip down all the naked photos, Torch, had taken of his wife. He hung them on all the lockers, in the junior hall. I remember the look on his face, to this day, when I started laughing. Torch, was kicked out of the school, and Mrs. Duncan’s, went into every boy’s spank bank at the school.”
“Now that really wasn’t nice.” I whisper, so only, Torch, can hear me.
“I’m not a nice guy.” He says back, reminding me of the conversation we had outside. The smile on his face, tells me he is also remembering it. This confirms we really, truly, are perfect for one another. I’m a bitch, and he’s an asshole. It’s funny how things work themselves out sometimes.
Chapter 20
Mia
The clubhouse is packed with all the members, here to celebrate Torch’s thirty-third birthday. How I managed to keep the party a surprise is still a mystery, but I did. Looking around at all the faces, to the people I’ve grown to consider family, I can’t hold back my smile. All my sisters are here, gathered around Serenity, just as happy as I am. We decided to keep the party small, not only because of everything going on with, Blacktop Sinners, but also we just had everyone together for, Thanksgiving.
“I hate birthdays.” Torch mumbles, telling me the same thing he did last week. Ever since his sister spilt the beans about the big day he has made sure to reminding of his dislike for it. I can’t say I blame him, because I’ve never been excited about mine either, but together we are going to change that. His birthday is important to me because without it he wouldn’t be here, and vice versa.
“Your just grumpy because your old.” I state, turning around for him to see the mischievous smile on my face. Giving me the response I was hoping for, he forces me into his arms, and growls in my ear. “I can always take you to our room and show you just how old I am.” He threatens, causing me to get excited with all the possible outcomes to that statement.
“Maybe later, Gramps. Right now, you need to socialize with all your friends.” I laugh out, wiggling free from his grasp. When I take a step away from him, he reaches out and slaps me on the ass. A devilish smile promising better things to come. Sending a wink in his direction, I step away from all the bikers, allowing them to give Torch hell over turning thirty-three.
“Mia, Rebecca was telling us about your latest plans.” Serenity states, giving me her signature glare. I should’ve known these women were over here gossiping, when aren’t they. Looking into her blue eyes, shrugging my shoulders, I play it off as nothing big.
“That’s all you’re going to give me. How is that only worthy of a shoulder shrug. Mia, your moving in with Torch and he’s building a guest house for Sammy and Scarlett. How can you just shrug your shoulders?” She questions, her voice already going too high pitch for my ears. Regardless of her pestering ways I have grown to love this girl.
“I was going to tell you, Serenity, but someone beat me to it.” I declare, giving Rebecca a knowing look. I’ve repeatedly tried to talk her into coming with us, but she refuses. She wants to stay in the club house. I suspect it’s to be close to Hammer, but she denies it. At first I refused to leave without her, then Torch and I got into an argument. Rebecca finally set me down and convinced me to stop hovering.
“Who cares who told. The point is now she knows, and we can celebrate.” Sammy says, always the voice of reason. That is just one of the many qualities that will make her a great mother.
“You’re right, Prego.” I say, teasing her with the, spaghetti sauce, nickname she hates. Sammy’s glare causes everyone to laugh, until she brings out her cinnamon candy, forcing us to once again
smell it. I would have thought by now the baby would be tired of that particular craving.
“That’s it.” Scarlett whispers, taking the box from Sammy. “I love you, Samantha, but I can’t take the smell of those candies anymore. Choose something else to suck on.”
“It’s your lucky night, baby. I’ve got just the thing.” Some douche, whom I’ve never met before, slurs out.
“If you so much as lay one finger on her I will rip your balls off and make you wear them as earrings.” I threaten, taking a step between them, making sure he can’t touch Sammy. Serenity and Rebecca also surround her, all of us more protective now that she is carrying our nephew.
“You should watch your fucking mouth, cunt.” He sneers, reaching out to grab my hair. Faster than anyone could predict, Torch, appears at the man’s side. No words are exchanged between the two. There really is nothing to say, this stranger just signed his death warrant.
“Why are you ..?” Torch starts to ask, but before he can finish the lights to the club house go out. Turning the room pitch black.
“GET DOWN!!” I hear Torch shout, then feel a heavy body land on mine. I immediately start to panic. Taking a deep breath, to scream, I smell the familiar scent of Torch’s cologne. My heart rate slows a bit from the realization, but without my sight the noises around the room become intensified. There are so many voices, that it’s almost impossible to hear the struggle going on at the other side of the bar. Several grunts, groans, and what sounds like bodies being slung around. My breathing speeds up, knowing this is no accident. Torch stays on top of me, protecting me from whatever danger is looming. Then my world stops, the blackness gets darker, and everything going on in the room ceases to exist. A blood curdling scream bounces off the walls, echoing throughout the room, alerting everyone to the reality we will all soon face.
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