My Little Bird is still hurting from what happened.
Nodding I’d told her we’d start looking for something first thing in the morning.
“I mean death wasn’t good enough. Sending her to Trevor’s was better. There she will be chained to the center of the cage where she won’t be able to go any further than the toilet three feet away,” Raven snaps.
“Aren’t you worried she won’t make it there?” Momma B asks in concern.
“Oh, she’ll make it there. Alverez gave her a sedative and Trevor was on standby awaiting my call. I didn’t know which way I’d go with my decision and Vicky you know I always have a minimum of three plans in place for what I’ll do,” Raven shrugs.
“I know that. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? I could have helped you,” Vi says looking upset.
“Because I had it handled, and this was something I needed to do alone. Well besides what Blaze knew I was doing.”
What the hell?
I barely knew shit.
Raven’s hiding something, I can sense it in her.
“Could you all give us a minute? I need to talk to my ol’ lady. We’ve both had a long ass day and it’s well past midnight.”
“Blaze’s right. Let’s all catch a couple hours of sleep. We have a run coming up in a week and need to make some plans for it,” Stoney declares.
Grabbing Raven’s hand, I guide the way to our room. As I open the door, I’m thankful the women had put all the baby things in a spare room until we could go through it instead of piling it up in here.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I turn Raven until she’s standing between my legs. I rest my hands on her waist. “Today has been a huge clusterfuck of a day Little Bird,” I murmur.
“Tell me about it,” she says in return.
“I know what you saw earlier when you got home from work hurt you, but I hope you believe me when I say I didn’t touch her. The only one that I ever want to touch is standing here in front of me,” I rasp, glancing up to meet her gaze.
Please let her believe me. I don’t want to lose her.
Not now.
Not ever.
She’s my Little Bird. The one I need to hold on to as she flies.
More than that. She’s marked me.
Heart and soul. I’m completely hers.
Chapter Eighteen
Raven
The pain in his voice breaks my heart. As much as it hurt to have seen him staring at Dixie, I realize now just how much it has affected him as well.
Blaze didn’t want to have to deal with the horrific woman any more than I did.
“Why was she at our house?” I whisper the question I’d been dying to know the answer to.
Sighing, Blaze lowers his head. “I’d taken her to see Alverez for her doctor’s appointment and he’d said her blood pressure was on the high side. Then on the way back she kept complaining about the clubhouse and being around all the clubwhores. Having to listen to the talking about fuckin’ and all that bullshit. I thought maybe I should’ve listened to the bullshit, but I was thinking of Matthew. I didn’t want to have her stressed and it hurt him.”
Blaze lifts his head back up to meet my gaze. “I figured if we put her in the guest room, we could keep a better eye on her until the baby was born. I went to take a quick shower and when I came out, I found her in our bed, and you know the rest of what happened there.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s burned into my brain. It’s why I don’t want to go back to that house. She tainted everything there is about it with her vindictive conniving motives. I will admit seeing the fact your cock was hard hurt. But the more I thought about it I realized what red blooded man doesn’t get a stiffy seeing a pussy. It’s whether or not you act on it.”
“You’re right. It’s a matter of if a guy acts on using his cock or not,” he murmurs, lifting a hand up to touch my cheek.
“I know that. I’m sorry I left the way I did but if I hadn’t, I might have done something we’d have all regretted.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about Little Bird. But next time when I call don’t ignore me.” I nod in agreement. “Now take your clothes off. I need to be deep inside you.”
I eagerly strip out of my clothes needing to feel him inside me just as much. Blaze plucks me off my feet and tosses me on to the bed. I land with a bounce and scoot back. Spreading my legs, I start to play with my clit as Blaze stares down at me.
“Keep rubbing that clit Little Bird. Make yourself come,” he commands as he stares at me while stripping out of his own clothes.
Moaning, I do as he says stroking my clit with one hand and using my other hand to sink two fingers into my pussy. Damn it’s erotic having him watch me masturbate. Right as I feel myself about to come, Blaze removes my hands and replaces them with his mouth devouring me. I come when he nips at my clit. He prolongs my orgasm by thrusting his tongue in my pussy flicking it continuously. When he presses against my rear entrance I come again. No one has ever taken me there and to have him slowly sliding his finger in such a forbidden area, shoots a raging fire through my body I’ve never felt before.
“Liam,” I moan, gripping his hair.
Relentlessly, Blaze continues his onslaught of my body bringing me to climax once more. Finally, having had enough, he lifts up and climbs over my body lining us up perfectly together.
“I love hearing you moan my name Little Bird, but now I want you screaming it,” he growls, slamming his cock all the way to the hilt causing me to do exactly as he says.
“Liam,” I scream, my body already overly sensitive from him lavishing me with his mouth and hands.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Take everything I give you. Know who owns this body. Who marked this body,” He rasps, thrusting vigorously to the hilt each time.
It doesn’t take Blaze long to fuck me into oblivion. By the time he comes he’s growling my name as he stills deep within my body.
Breathless, Blaze leans over me and falls to his side and brings me with him as his arms wrap around my waist.
“That was amazing,” I murmur against his chest as I try to catch my breath.
“You got that right Little Bird.” Blaze kisses the top of my head as he squeezes me. “Ready for round two?”
Lifting my head up I give him a grin. “I’m always ready for round two.”
Just then my phone starts ringing a distinct tone from somewhere on the floor. Groaning I glance up at Blaze. “I better get that.”
Nodding, Blaze releases his hold on my waist so that I can climb off the bed in search of my phone. Finding the damn thing, I pick it up and hit the answer slot on my screen.
“Hello,” I say, putting the phone on speaker for Blaze to be able to hear.
“It’s me,” Trevor states from the other end.
“I figured that dickhead. Did you do what I requested?” I ask.
“Yep. Cargo is secured in the straitjacket and I’m on my way back home. She woke up right after I got her in the van,” Trevor chuckles.
“I bet you just loved that. Let me guess she saw your face and started screaming.” The guy has a sick sense of humor.
Only he’d get his face tattooed to look like a skull. There’s nothing about it but black and gray shading. He even wears contacts to make it look like his eyes are all white.