I place my hands on my naked hips, his eyes assessing every part of my body, then he licks his lips in approval. I watch as his cock hardens again while he incessantly stares at me.
“Tell that bad boy no. I have to go back to my daughter.” I snatch my dress from his hands and smile. “I’ll think about it. I mean, if you make me come like that again, the possibility is there,” I say while sliding my dress back on with a grin.
He tucks himself back into his jeans, then reaches for his shirt and pulls it on.
“I’ll do better. Next time I will fucking be eating that pussy before I fuck it.”
Oh God! I clench my legs together at the thought.
“I need a wipe,” I say as I feel him between my legs, his cum sliding down.
Fuck, I didn’t use protection!
Luckily for me I’m protected against pregnancy, but still that was stupid.
“I’m clean,” he says, guessing what I am thinking. Blaze takes his white shirt off and walks toward me, then he leans down, lifts my dress, and wipes between my legs with his shirt. It’s such a weird gesture that I pause, my hand on his back as he takes his time, making sure I’m clean. He’s gentle before he stands, now shirtless, and I see the marks on his neck from where I gripped onto him too hard.
“It’s only a shirt,” he says.
Walking to the bike, which he slides onto, he tucks the shirt into his back pocket and pats the back for me to get on.
“This could be really, really bad,” I mutter to myself, but he hears me.
“Or, really, really, fucking fun.” Blaze laughs as I throw my leg over and cling myself to his back. He passes me the helmet, and as soon as it’s on, he starts the bike, and we’re off.
I look back at the grass, which holds so many mixed memories for him, and smile.
Chapter Nineteen
Blaze
I don’t think I will ever get enough of her. This is true. The way she feels is pure bliss. I’ve never been with a woman who made me feel even the slightest way she makes me feel.
We come to a stop out the front of my brother’s home, and Marcus is already there, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches me.
Katarina gets off and passes me the helmet, the smile not leaving her face. The smile I like knowing I’ve put there.
“You have grass in your hair,” I tell her.
She goes to wipe at it and shakes her head, walking past Marcus to go back inside. I watch her ass until she’s no longer visible, and sigh.
“What’s this?” Marcus asks.
He isn’t one to ask questions, so I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Rochelle made me come ask. So give me an answer before I fucking act like I care.”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I tell him with a smile.
“You’re smiling,” he points out. “Fuck! That’s trouble right there.” He turns to go back in the house, and I grab the discarded helmet, ready to put it on, when she steps out, holding a white shirt in her hand.
Walking over, she holds it out to me. “It’s Marcus’s shirt. Figured you may need one for the ride home.” I take it from her hands, and she stands tall. She doesn’t go shy like most other girls I know who are unsure of what to say.
She smiles, and I return it. “Stop looking at me like that,” she mutters while shaking her head.
“Like what?” I ask her, the smile not leaving.
“Like you’re picturing me naked again.”
My eyes roam over her from top to bottom.
“You are.”
“I am,” I confirm. “I mean, if you wish to lift that dress a bit, it would be very helpful.”
“Fuck off.” She turns to head back inside but stops at the door. “Goodnight, Blaze.”
“Goodnight, Katarina.”
“You haven’t answered any calls,” Snow says the minute I get back to the clubhouse. They’re all on their bikes.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling my vest from my bike bag and putting it on. I don’t always ride with it on, especially when I’m by myself, as it can cause trouble.
“They have Andy.” One of our prospects.
“Fuck!”
Snow hands me my gun and gets back on his bike. “I was about to come find you,” he says, eyeing me up and down.
“When did it happen?”
“We heard a few hours ago. It’s all we know because he was late back, and he’s never late. It was his turn to do the alcohol,” Snow says, referring to our parties. Each prospect has jobs, and tonight’s party was Andy’s to collect and set us all up.
“Okay, let’s go.” Sliding my helmet back on, we ride. The roads are empty. We pass the strip club, which is closed due to how late it is, and as soon as we enter their side of town, I know tonight is going to go straight to hell. It started off well, and I figured I would pass out with the taste of her on my lips, but no such damn luck.
Lights flash brightly as we near their compound. A few of them are ready for us and are standing out the front, barring us from gaining entry.
“Where’s Cane?” I ask the gatekeeper. He looks at me and doesn’t say a word. “Last chance, where’s Cane?”
“Blaze,” Snow warns, he knows this could be a blood bath. This could end so very badly. But he’s been fucking with me for way too long.
“Tell him to meet me in an hour at the strip club, and to bring my prospect, or I will rain fucking bullets through your heads.” I put my helmet back on and ride off. We don’t go as far as the club. Instead, we find a spot that’s covered in darkness, no street lights to penetrate the gloom, and pull the bikes off to the side. Reaching into my bike bag, I pull out a black hoody and pull it on. Snow does the same as do a few others, Marley included.
I turn to address the rest of the group. “If they come near, don’t ask questions, just shoot.”
They all nod as we start our trek back to their compound. It takes a total of fifteen minutes walking through bushland, and that’s when we see them. The two guards are still out the front, and music is blaring from the inside. We manage to bypass the guards while they talk and have a cigarette.
Snow goes to the left with one of the guys, and Marley and I go right. Walking around their building, the music is loud, and I see they have no interest in meeting with us at all. Looking through the first window, I see a guy’s ass as he has a woman bent over, slamming inside of her with a beer in one hand, which he brings to his lips while he continues to fuck her. Stepping away, I go to the front, slowly creeping along the wall, making sure no one is there to see me as I reach the door that leads inside the building. Grabbing a chair, I put it under the handle and continue farther along.
Shouts are heard and I freeze on the spot, looking back to Marley, who shrugs and points to another small shed. We make our way toward it. It has no windows, and the shouts don’t stop, even when we reach the front of it. I put my ear to it to make sure no one is inside, but we won’t really know until we open the door. It’s a risk, but if our prospect’s in there, I need to get him out.
“Go,” Marley says, holding up his gun while looking around. I manage to fling the door open quietly, but it is dark inside.