“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.
Chapter Two
Blaze
You’ve done fucked up your life good now asshole.
Why the fuck after everything that Rissa did and took from you would you marry some other bitch?
She’ll do nothing but hurt you in the end.
Because I’m sick and fuckin’ tired of her flaunting her ass around me with some dumbass pricks who don’t know the differences in Raven.
I know though. I can tell you the difference in her smiles when she’s happy or faking it. With each one of those men my bird went out with, I know she wasn’t really wanting to be with them.
No, she’d only done it to piss me off.
Why marry her though?
Raven isn’t one to cheat and having her tied to me this way keeps the other men away from her now. I know it’s a fucked up move and I honestly don’t fuckin’ care.
She’s mine whether she likes it or not.
At least now she wears my mark along with my ring. A ring that belonged to my grandmother at that.
I must have seriously gone and taken one to many punches in the ring.
This is what Raven does to me. I do stupid shit.
When I found out about her and Victoria, I’d flipped my shit. I didn’t want to think of the danger my bird put herself in constantly.
Then we’d gone to the ICMC clubhouse to get my brothers ol’ lady back and I’d met Raven’s entire family. Her brother Pitch Black, who everyone calls Pit, is their enforcer and I swear to fuck the dude was one big motherfucker I wouldn’t want to go against. Fury, Raven’s father, made it known that no one fucks with his daughter. Didn’t matter if he trained her to take care of herself or not.
No, evidently Raven’s mother Ela can see things no one else can. She’d taken one look at me and closed her eyes. A moment later she reopened them and smiled. Taking my hand in hers, I’ll never forget her words. “Don’t let the past hold you from the future. Your bird will fly for you. Laura wouldn’t want that for you. She wants you happy and to give her a brother or sister to look over. Oh, and welcome to the family.” I’d been freaked the hell out by the woman.
I’d never seen shit like that in my life. Fury had pulled me to the side and said to take what Ela says to heart. Then he went and threatened me about never hurting his daughter or he’d gut me.
Never in my thirty-seven years had I had a father give me the talk about treating his girl right. Not even Rissa’s father. No, he was more worried about his business and fuckin’ his receptionist than takin’ care of his daughter.