Combust: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance

by Wilder, L

  “She saved my life, Bishop,” Dillon tells him as he leans in and kisses me on my forehead.

  “Ana… don’t know how you did it. Just fucking glad you did. Things haven’t been the same here without him around,” Bishop tells me as he runs his hand down my arm. His eyes are filled with gratitude.

  “I can imagine. I’ve seen it for myself… he can be a handful,” I tell him as I lightly squeeze Dillon’s waist.

  “You have no fucking idea,” Bishop says with a smile.

  Dillon clears his throat and turns to Bishop to say, “I need to talk to you about a few things when you get a minute.”

  “Why don’t you go get Ana settled in your room and meet me back in the office?”

  “I’ll be there in ten,” Dillon says. He motions his head towards a long hallway, and I follow him as he leads me down to his room. The hallway is filled with doors, and I assume that they are all bedrooms. We reach the fourth door on the right, and Dillon opens it, pulling me inside. Once we are inside, he shuts the door with his foot and looks at me intently. He tugs me over to him, pressing his lips against mine. My mouth instantly curves into a smile as I think back to everything that just happened. Those men are crazy about him, just like me. I can see why he’s so happy to be back. Dillon looks down at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

  “Sheppard?” I ask. “Why did they call you Sheppard?”

  “It’s just a nickname. I guess we all have one,” he tells me.

  “Why Sheppard?” I ask.

  “I don’t know. It’s something Bishop came up with when I first came here. It had something to do with my military training at Sheppard’s Air Force Academy. I told him some things that happened while I was there, and the next thing I knew, he was calling me Sheppard. He says it suits me,” Dillon explains.

  “Should I call you Sheppard?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “I mean… I don’t mind. I want to do the right thing with all this and….”

  “No.”

  He leans down and kisses me softly, stopping me from saying anything else. I slip my arms around his waist, enjoying our brief moment alone together, knowing he has to leave. He pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. A part of me wishes he could just stay here with me. I feel so safe wrapped in his arms. Everything around us seems to disappear when he is close to me. He looks down at me and says, “I’ve got to go talk to Bishop. Try to make yourself comfortable. I’ll show you around and introduce you to everybody when I get back.”

  “Okay.”

  “Ana?” He looks at me with such sincerity I think I may melt. “Thank you.”

  He kisses me one last time before he turns to leave. I watch as he closes the door behind him, and I know right then… there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for that man. Nothing.

  Chapter 13

  Sheppard

  “Tell me why you didn’t call us, Shep. I need you to make me understand,” Bishop says as he stands in front of me with his arms crossed.

  “It was Ana’s father. He'd seen the news, and he had conditions for his daughter’s safety. I couldn’t guarantee that things were clear with the club, and he was concerned. He didn’t want me bringing any more trouble to Ana. He said that they’d take care of me and help me heal if I gave my word that I wouldn’t contact anyone,” I explained.

  “Your brothers come first, Shep. You should’ve called.”

  “I had to go with my gut on this one, man. I gave her father my word, Bishop. His daughter had just saved my life, and I couldn’t risk her safety.”

  “You’re really serious about this girl?” Bishop asks me.

  “Yeah, Bishop. I’ve never wanted anything more. I’m claiming her. She’s mine, and I’ll do everything it takes to keep her safe. The thought of someone trying to hurt her is eating me up inside.”

  “We’ll figure all this out, but we need to talk to Ana. Get the facts straight. She may know more than she realizes. We need names… Jason, his parents, and these patients. Anyone that might lead us to some answers.”

  “She has notes or something where she kept track of everything. I’m sure she brought it with her.”

  “Good. We’ll need to see it,” he tells me.

  “Where do we start?”

  “We’ll need to get Crack Nut in on this. He’s our best bet at finding out what’s really going on at that hospital,” Bishop says as he steps closer to me. “He had a really hard time when we couldn’t find you. He never gave up looking.”

  “Seriously?” I ask. “I guess that doesn’t surprise me. He’s always been determined.”

  “It’s more than that, Shep, and you know it. You’ll never know how hard it was for all of us to leave you. We searched for hours, but the current was just too fucking fast, brother. You vanished. In a matter of seconds, you were just gone. None of us wanted to give up hope, but Crack Nut took it to another level. He spent hours checking every hospital in the state, searching for any John Does that may have turned up. He even monitored police scanners in case someone came across your body. He just couldn’t let it go. We all thought if you were out there, he’d be the one to find you.”

  “I’m sure he would have found me sooner or later.”

  “Maybe…. We’re all just glad you’re back. We’ll get this shit sorted with Ana. You’ve got my word,” Bishop says as he reaches out to shake my hand. “What about your cut? Never seen you here without it.”

  “Gone. Lost it in the lake,” I explain.

  “I’ll call Louise. She’ll take care of it.”

  “Thanks, Bishop… for everything.”

  “I’m calling the guys in for church tonight at seven. Let everyone know what’s going on,” he announces. “Need you there.”

  I nod. I’ve missed meeting with the guys. It will be good to see everyone, and it will give me a chance to introduce Ana. They all need to know she’s mine, and she’s now part of the club.

  “I’ll be there,” I tell him before I turn to leave. “It’s good to be back, Pres.” I shut his door and head back to my room to find Ana. I need her. Now.

  She’s lying on my bed half asleep when I walk into my room and shut the door. She looks so peaceful lying there, like an angel sent here just for me. Without saying a word, I kneel down at the foot of the bed and pull her over to the edge. Her eyes drift open, and she quietly watches me as I begin unbuttoning her jeans and slowly slide them down her legs. I need to taste her, sweet and warm. Her eyes lock on mine as my rough hands trace along her legs, gliding tenderly over her calves to her knees until I reach between her thighs. My thumb brushes back and forth across her clit, tormenting her through the thin layer of her pink lace panties. She lifts her hips, pushing against my hand to increase the pressure of my touch.

  “Easy, Angel. I’ll give you what you need,” I assure her. My fingers slip into her panties, pulling them down her body. They fall useless to the floor along with her jeans as I lower my mouth down between her legs. She gasps as my tongue skims across her clit, pressing against her nub. I tease back and forth in a gentle rhythm against her sensitive flesh. Her fingers delve into my hair, gripping me tightly. Her hips squirm below me as I increase the pressure against her clit. When her breath becomes ragged, I thrust my middle finger deep inside her, twirling against her g-spot with a slow and steady pace. I add a second finger, driving deeper, sliding farther inside her as she tenses around me. Her body rocks against my hand, increasing the friction as she tries to take control.

  “Not yet,” I demand, and knowing it will drive her wild, I slow my pace. I torment her with my resistance, so she will remember that I am the one with the power to satisfy her needs. She groans loudly, filling the room with the sounds of her frustration. I smile knowing that she’s learning… she’ll see that I will give her everything she needs.

  Goosebumps prickle across her skin as I nip and suck the inside of her thigh, just inches away from her clit. Her hips lift up from the bed, begging for me to give her more. I finally give in and d
rive my fingers deep inside her pussy, twirling and caressing her delicate flesh. Her body shudders beneath me as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. She releases my hair, and her hands drop to the bed, digging into the sheets as she begins to quiver uncontrollably. I know she’s getting close, and I can’t help the satisfied grin that crosses my face knowing that she’s about to cum.

  “That’s it, Angel. Cum for me,” I demand.

  Her head thrashes from side to side as I continue to curl my fingers inside her, teasing that spot that’s driving her wild. She murmurs my name over and over as the muscles in her pussy clench around me. I continue to lick and suck at her clit until her body begins to come down from its high.

  Before she has time to fully recover, I drop my jeans to the floor, and without even trying to move her, I settle between her legs. My knees barely hit the edge of the bed, but I don’t give a fuck. I just need her, all of her… every fucking inch of her. I want to feel her, let the world around me disappear while I claim her body, making her mine in the most primal way. Her arms wrap around my neck as my piercing drags across her clit. She looks up at me longingly, her green eyes glowing with lust. She lays there just begging to be taken, and my heart stops beating in my chest. Fuck! My pulse begins racing with need as my cock presses against her entrance. She shifts her hips, forcing the head of my cock inside her. I slowly ease myself deep inside, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to me. Her hips buck beneath me.

  “Yes!” she cries as I fill her completely.

  “You’re mine, Angel. All mine,” I whisper in her ear as I slide the soft white t-shirt up over her stomach just enough to reveal her perfect round breasts. I take her nipple in my mouth. I can hear the pounding of her heart as my tongue twirls around her breast, her breath quickening as my teeth rake across her flesh.

  “Yes,” she groans, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as she pulls me deeper inside her. I slowly withdraw, then gradually ease back inside her. My pace is steady and unforgiving as I tease her g-spot with the round metal ball of my piercing. My eyes wander over her beautiful body, taking in every beautiful curve of her frame. I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes, each gasp of air sounding more desperate than the last. Her hips flex upwards, her tight pussy gripping firmly around my cock. I growl with satisfaction when I feel her nails rake across my spine, knowing she’s just left her marks all down my back. My pace never falters as I continue to thrust inside her, over and over, constantly increasing the rhythm of my movements.

  “Fuck!” I shout out as my throbbing cock demands its release too fucking soon. I want to relish the moment, but I can’t hold back. She’s just too fucking tight, feels too fucking good to stop. I plunge inside her again and again, feeling her pussy spasm with her impending release. My hips collide into hers, each thrust coming faster, harder with every breath I take. I want to possess her as I drive into her, again and again, and she comes around my cock. Her body jolts and writhes as her orgasm takes control of her body. My hands reach under her, lifting her ass higher so I can drive deeper inside her. Pounding into her body, I feel myself getting closer as her pussy clamps down against my cock. My dick pulses, growing harder just before I cum inside of her.

  The sounds of our deep breaths fill the room as I collapse beside her on the bed and pull her up to the crook of my arm. “Ana?”

  “Hmm?” she murmurs as she looks over at me with those beautiful green eyes. Damn. There’s no doubt in my mind… I know I’ll never feel this way about another woman.

  “Getting shot may be the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I tell her. She smiles and curls into my arm. I am totally in awe of this woman. I want to hold her close… protect her… possess her. Not only did she save my life, she’s given me the most sacred part of herself… her body and her heart, something no man has ever had. And then, she thanked me for it. It blows me away…. I’m the one who’s thankful. She’s mine. She’s right where she belongs, and I don’t plan on ever letting her go. I will spend the rest of my life showing her how grateful I am.

  Chapter 14

  Ana

  I love the sound of his laugh. I love everything about him, and the words are right there… right on the tip of my tongue. But, I just can’t say them. I don’t know what’s stopping me, but I just can’t do it. It’s like something is stuck in my throat, blocking my words. There’s no doubt in my mind that I love this man more than anything in this world, but something is making me hold back. Maybe it’s self-preservation or something stupid like that. Hell, I don’t know what it is, but lying here in his arms is the only place I ever want to be.

  “You up for meeting the rest of the crew tonight?” Dillon asks as he runs his fingers through my hair, his blue eyes looking at me intently.

  “Absolutely. Looking forward to it,” I lie. I’m actually pretty nervous about it. I just hope I don’t do or say something stupid and embarrass myself.

  “I have to go meet with the guys for a little while, but afterwards, I will introduce you to everyone.”

  “I’d like that,” I say, but my nerves are setting in. I can’t blow this. It’s too important.

  He lifts up on his elbow and looks down at me. His eyes pierce through me like he’s searching for the answer to some unknown question. “Ana?”

  “What?” I ask, finally looking him in the eye.

  “They are going to love you. Stop worrying about it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Ana…”

  “I said, Okay. I’ll be fine,” I say, laughing.

  “Good. I’m looking forward to showing you off tonight,” he says as he presses his soft lips against mine. I wish we could just stay here like this for the rest of the night, but I know this is important to him.

  “What time do you have to go to meet with the guys?”

  He looks over at the clock and says, “In about twenty minutes. I better take a shower and get going.”

  “Okay. I’m going to rest a minute, and then I will get ready while you’re gone,” I say and pull the covers over me.

  He kisses me one last time before he pulls himself up out of the bed. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he walks into the bathroom. Damn. He’s perfect. I throw my arm up over my eyes and try to remember what clothes I brought with me. If he is planning to show me off tonight, I want to look my best. I close my eyes and try to think of the perfect outfit, but nothing comes to mind.

  My eyes fly open when I hear someone’s door slam down the hall. I lift myself up on my elbows and look at the clock. Craptastic! I must have fallen asleep, and Dillon didn’t wake me up. I jump out of bed, and almost fall on my face as I stumble across our bags that are spread out on the floor. He must have brought them in while I was sleeping. Brownie points for him. I unzip my bag and search for my best pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite plaid shirt. After I get everything laid out, I rush to the shower. I have no idea when he will be back, so I don’t waste any time getting ready.

  I’m putting on the last bit of my makeup when Dillon walks back into the room, and he’s wearing his clothes. Holy hell. I had no idea how hot he could look in his clothes. I’m frozen in place as my eyes roam over his body, drooling like some lovesick schoolgirl. I can’t help myself. His blue jeans are resting low on his hips with rips and tears all around the knees. His button up shirt fits tight around the muscles of his chest and arms, showing off his perfectly toned body. I love the way his hair looks like he didn’t do anything to it, but it looks so damn sexy all tousled around his head. Those blue eyes of his sparkle as he notices me checking him out, and yes, I am definitely checking him out. I can’t believe he’s mine. Without saying a word, I drop my mascara on the counter and walk over to him.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and say, “You look… hot.”

  “You think so?” he asks with a laugh.

  “Absolutely.”

  “I still have a few of the clothes your dad gave me. I can always change….”r />
  “Burn those clothes. Seriously. Burn them.”

  He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You look pretty damn hot yourself.” His lips brush against my neck, sending chills down my spine. “We have to go. They’re waiting for us.”

  “Okay. Let’s do this.”

  He reaches for my hand and leads me out of the room. As soon as we step out, blaring music and the rumble of laughter echo down the hallway. Before I have a chance to get nervous, Dillon pulls me close to him, relieving the butterflies in my stomach. Just being close to him makes me feel better. All eyes are on us as we enter the bar.

  “There he is! Get your ass over here, Shep!” shouts an older man standing by the pool table.

  “Give me a minute, Doc. Gotta grab a beer,” Dillon says as we walk up to the bar.

  “It’s about time you got here. I’ve been dying to meet you! Is it true? Did you really save his life?” the beautiful redhead behind the bar asks.

  “Yeah. I guess I did,” I tell her.

  “Lily, this is Ana. Ana, this is Goliath’s wife. He’s the big guy over at the pool table with Doc.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Lily.”

  “Have a seat, girl. We have lots to talk about,” Lily tells me as she passes us both a beer.

  “You okay here for a bit? I’m gonna go talk to the guys for a minute,” Dillon asks.

  “I’m fine. Go ahead,” I tell him, smiling.

  “Go, Shep. I got her,” Lily tells him. He kisses me lightly before he heads over to the guys.

  “Don’t run off. I’ll be back in a minute,” he calls back to me.

  I shake my head and look back to Lily. “He’s glad to be back. I think he missed it here more than he realized.”

  “We missed him, too. It just wasn’t the same around here without him. Thanks for taking such good care of him,” Lily says as she slides a beer over to one of the men sitting at the end of the counter.

  “Yeah, well… it wasn’t always easy. That man has a stubborn streak a mile long.”