I was carrying Blaze’s Mark just like I said I would and I couldn’t ask for anything more perfect than moments like this.
The End.
Dear Readers,
I hope you all enjoyed Carrying Blaze’s Mark. The struggles of being a parent is real and it’s not easy some days. I for one as a mother of three know the hardship other mothers can feel. The thought of something happening to a child, any child, hurts my heart.
Now I hope you’re prepared for more Blaze and Raven to come as they’ll be back in Protecting Blaze’s Mark coming sometime in the Spring. Be prepared as you can see with their stories so far, these two have been through a lot. This one will be the final story to their HEA.
Oh, don’t worry though I’m thinking someone else will have a three-set story line just as they have. It’s just a matter of who will it be . . .
Sincerely,
E.C.
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Prologue
Raven
Present Day
No. No. No.
Please tell me I didn’t do what I think I did. Groaning in my sleep I go to roll out of the bed, but I couldn’t. All thanks to the arm holding me against a solid chest that belongs to the most insufferable man I know.
Blaze.
Memories from last night hit me with a force that makes me want to find a cave and crawl inside it. Please tell me we didn’t.
Squeezing my eyes shut the night plays on repeat.
“I can’t believe you did that to me. Who do you think you are, asshole?” I scream, pushing against Blaze’s chest. I’d already had several margaritas and maybe two or three shots of tequila. Okay so I’d had four shots of it. What can I say, I have a weakness for my 1800 Tequila.
I’m going to blame the tequila for my brazen attitude toward Blaze. Sure, I’m a smart ass, a bitch, and full of attitude. I know it and I’ll own it, but when it comes to Blaze something about him always gets to me and I end up usually clamming up because if I speak to him I normally am not this bold.
Unfortunately for him I’d had just enough to drink to stand up to him. I’m over him constantly running my dates off every time I have one. He’s done this ever since him and I slept together. Only whenever I’ve been at the clubhouse with Vi, he’s constantly got a clubwhore in his lap.
Damn asshole.
“Believe it Little Bird. I’m not gonna sit here and watch you prance your tight little ass around a bar in front of me with some other dickhead,” Blaze snaps as he wraps his arm around my waist.
God, why does being in his arms have to feel so damn good?
Because you want him to fuck you against the wall and then continue throughout the night.
Nope, no you don’t. He’s a jerk, stop thinking of him fucking you.
“Jerk you weren’t even here when my date and I walked in. Besides if you haven’t noticed it’s a free fuckin’ country, I can do whatever the hell I want. Now let me go before I knee you in the balls.” Or drop to my knees and suck your dick all the way to the back of my throat the way I’ve dreamed about.
Damnit stop thinking about his dick. Stupid tequila, this is what it does to me.
“Doesn’t matter if I was here first or not. I’m not gonna sit here and watch what’s mine being mauled by some other prick.” I’m fuming at his words now.
His? I think not.
How dare he.
“You’re unbelievable. I’m not yours Blaze. Now let go of me and go fuck one of the cumbuckets at the clubhouse,” I say grinding my teeth together.
“Not happening. I’m good right here. Better yet, let’s get out of here and go somewhere to have more fun in private,” he grins.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m not your wife nor am I anything else.” I protest as he starts to pull me toward the exit to the bar.
“We’ll see about that,” he mutters.
The rest of it’s kind of a blur as it races through my mind. As one part comes forward my eyes pop open. Holding my left hand up, my eyes widen.
Damnit.
I’d hoped that didn’t happen.
I feel like I’m in a fuckin’ Hangover movie where they have to figure out what happened the night before.
Ugh.
Seriously.
I can’t believe we did that.
I’m married to Blaze.
Holy shit.
Gently lifting his arm from around me, I scoot out of the bed. Getting to my feet, I turn to face the bed staring down at the man still sleeping peacefully.
I’ve always been attracted to his sexy as hell looks, but seeing him now, he’s even hotter.
Shaking my head, I make my way out of my room still completely naked.
I can at least be thankful throughout all the mess that happened last night, we ended up at my house rather than his room at the clubhouse.
Walking into the bathroom, I turn the light on and stare at myself in the mirror. Horrified at the way my hair looks, I run my fingers through knots to try and tame the hot mess. Which is useless. Grabbing a hair tie I pull it all up into a messy bun. It’s my day off so I’m not worried about what I look like, but rather getting a certain hot guy out of my bed.
Quickly doing what I need to do I brush my teeth and turn to leave the room only to stop at the sight of something that’s peeking out from the back side of my neck. Picking up my hand-held mirror, I turn my back to the one above the sink.
What the fuck?
I mean I know I have a large back tattoo. Believe me I sat in the chair long enough to know over the multiple sessions it took. However, I didn’t have one on the back of my neck.
Staring into the mirror now my body begins to shake as one other memory slams back into my body. I’d allowed Blaze to fuck me outside the bar against the brick of the building while he kept declaring I belonged to him. No one else was to touch me. After he’d taken me to a tattoo shop, and I’d sat there as Trevor placed a property tat right there where everyone could see it.
“Fuck me,” I groan examining the ink. It’s a beautiful piece to match the rest of my back but in the center, it has the DRMC logo with the bike and wings. Above the logo in bright bold letters ‘Blaze’s Property’.
I’m going to kill him.
Wait, no don’t do that, he’s the only one to have ever given you mind blowing orgasms.
Doesn’t give him the right to do this.
Do you really care? You were only going out with those men to get your mind off this man.
Yeah because he’s a manwhore duh.
Slamming the mirror down on the counter, I storm back to my room to find Blaze sitting up in my bed leaning against the headboard.
God why does he have to look so damn good?
Umm because like I said he’s fuckin’ hot and gives you orgasms like no one else.
Shut up.
“Good morning wife,” he grins.
Well fuck me sideways if that morning voice doesn’t do something to me.
I’m screwed.
Beyond screwed.
Only I don’t know if I can handle it.
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