“She’s sleeping. Rochelle is hovering around her,” I say.
Smiling, I remember Rochelle telling me it’s practice for her. But she doesn’t need it, she will be a natural at motherhood.
We walk around the house to where his bike sits, Blaze takes his helmet and places it on my head, then throws his leg over and nods for me to sit behind him.
“Where is your helmet?” I ask.
“You’re wearing it,” he says. “Now get on and wrap your hands around me tight.”
I smile. “I like the sound of that.” I climb on and squeeze my legs around him, clinging on. Lifting his shirt, I touch his stomach as I slide my hands under and lock them together. He doesn’t protest or tell me to move, he simply starts the engine and takes off fast, my hair whipping my back as he flings up some dirt. I grip onto his skin, feeling the warmth as he drives us. We ride for a few minutes, and I relax into his back, leaning my head on him. Blaze lifts the shirt, and one of his hands covers mine, and I smile into his back.
This is the first time I feel free, like my worries are somehow all gone, that I have left them back where they can’t affect me right now. And at this moment it’s just me, a bike, and a man who makes my heart beat pick up way too fast for my liking. No man has ever made me so angry and so turned on, yet confused all in one sitting.
I want to hate him.
I don’t want to want him.
But I do.
Blaze’s hand lifts, and he lets me go as I feel the bike come to a stop. When I lift my head, I see where we are. Nowhere. There’s bush and nothing but the stars and moon above us.
Removing his helmet from my head, he puts the stand down first, gets off the bike, then offers me his hand.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“I used to run away here, and just lay in the grass for hours when Marcus told me to run,” Blaze says.
We walk a short distance, and he stops, drops my hand, and sits in the grass, glancing at me before he lays backward, looking up at the sky.
“I’m about to kill one of those men, so if you see them at the club, you don’t talk, you run. You got me?” he asks.
“The Wretched MC boys?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why here?” I ask, changing the subject. My back hits the grass as I lay next to him.
“It was far enough away that Mom couldn’t find me once she’d beaten Marcus, and it was also close enough that I knew Marcus could find me.”
I turn to look at him to see he’s already watching me.
“Why are you here, Katarina?”
“Because you are,” I say, sitting up, then standing.
Blaze stays where he is, lying in the grass as I reach for the zipper of my dress and pull it down, then let the fabric drop to the ground. I’m completely naked underneath.
“Blaze,” I say his name.
He watches me with eyes so dark and hooded it automatically turns me on.
“Do you want me?”
Blaze sits, reaches for me, and pulls me down so I’m on top of him. “Stupid question,” he says, then kisses my neck as I straddle him. His length can be felt through his jeans, and I know he wants me as much as I want him right now.
His mouth moves farther down until he cups one of my breasts with one hand, and his mouth goes to the other. I should feel self-conscious around him. My tits aren’t what they used to be, all perky and pert. But once I had a kid, they went south. However, for some reason, he doesn’t look at me as if I’m a mother, or as if anything is wrong with me. The marks that maim them from being stretched, he doesn’t seem to care about. And it makes me happy, so happy that I reach down between us and unzip his jeans, reaching in and freeing him from the confines of his pants. Then my hands pull his shirt over his head until he’s bare-chested in front of me. His chest shows a few tattoos, and I trace them with my tongue as I rub along his length, giving some friction on my clit.
“Katarina,” he says as I sit up higher, teasing him. His hands move and grip my hips, holding me up. I smile down at him and cup his face, his beard tickling my hands as I smirk.
“Kiss me, Blaze.”
And he does, his fingers not releasing their hold on me as he grips hard, and he steals my breath. So much so I almost forget what’s between my legs. Almost. His tongue slides in, and I have to remember where I am and what I’m doing.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lower myself until I can feel him at my entrance. Blaze grips me to stop me from going any farther down, but he can’t stop me, my body wants what it wants, and right now it wants him, badly.
Blaze doesn’t break our kiss, I’ll give him that. Even when his tip enters me, and I pause my fingers, digging into his face and our kiss, he doesn’t stop. His lips become harsher, more instant, and his tongue relentless.
Sitting even lower, until I can take as much as I can, I pause. Loving the feel of him inside of me, he stops our kiss and pulls away. Blaze’s hands don’t leave me, though.
I have to move.
My body is dying to move.
But right now, Blaze is stock-still.
Fuck it! My mouth opens, and my head hangs back as I lean backward, my hands gripping his legs as I move myself, my tits press forward as I arch my chest forward with my eyes now looking up at the dark sky.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” After those words, he takes control. His hands shift and position me so he can move me as he pleases. Soon I’m not moving slow, I’m gripped and moving at his pleasure.
My hips move up and down, then sliding forward and backward. His hands guiding me and shifting me with each breath. I sit up straight, lean forward, and wrap my hands around his neck. He bites my shoulder, but never once does he stop our rhythm. Sweat drips down my back and the fresh, brisk air assaults it, sending a shiver through me as he fucks me and I fuck him.
Blaze doesn’t have the full power in this situation, it’s shared, and I could stop this at any moment, but I don’t want to. And I would never choose to.
My breathing picks up, and my hands grip his hair, messing his perfectly slicked back locks, and I grip on as I feel the orgasm building.
Blaze loves it.
I can tell.
Somehow, he manages to stand with himself still inside of me. My legs wrap around his back, my body clinging to him as he slams me back down on his cock, my body rubbing along his as we’re impossibly close right now.
“Heaven,” he says as I cling to him, my body coming undone as he never stops moving. Not once, even when I almost let go, my body becoming so lethargic that he just keeps his strong hold on me and never stops.
When Blaze is done, he holds me with him still inside me.
I manage to unwrap myself from around him and finally stand on the grass, my heels still on as I look up to him. “That was fun.”
He grabs at my chin with his hand. “We should do that again.” He smiles. I like this side of him, the playful side. It suits him.
“Maybe another time,” I say, patting his chest. Turning, I look around to find my discarded dress. When I can’t find it, I spin and see it dangling by one of his long, talented fingers.
“Tell me you’ll see me again?” he asks.
I look to the dress, then back to him. “Do you plan on keeping my dress hostage if I say no?”
“Yes. The possibility is there.”