Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 (18 page)

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were meeting friends tonight,” I mumble in Torch’s ear.

The way he had me dressed, I thought we were going out dancing and drinking. Nope. We’re in the middle of a steakhouse in a corner booth eating steak and drinking beers. Which would be okay, fine even, except we’re sitting across from a large man named Drake—and by large, I mean if he was painted green, he could double for the Hulk. Drake has his arm over the booth and has a bitch-faced redhead pulled up next to him. Her name is Angie, which should be noted rhymes with “gag me”. Okay, maybe not completely, but close enough.

“You didn’t ask,” he says, squeezing my leg. “You want another beer?” 

“No. If I keep drinking, I’m liable to slap that look off
Angie’s
face.”

Torch addresses the table. “I think I’m going to take my girl out on the floor for a dance.” Then, he pulls me from the seat. My hand goes desperately to my dress, trying to pull the small fabric down so I don’t flash the entire free world. I know I’m blushing when I look up to find Drake grinning at me.

“Can’t say I blame you,” he mutters, his eyes roving over me appreciatively. I don’t know what kind of relationship Drake and
gag
-
me
have, but apparently it’s quite open.

I look away, not wanting to encourage him. I have one too many men on my hands at the moment as it is. I walk carefully behind Torch, constantly reminded that there’s a plug inside of me. Every step I make is like mini-torture. I’ve been wet since before we left the hotel room and walking just makes me wetter. I might as well announce to the room that I’m ready to be fucked. The insides of my thighs are coated in my wetness. It pisses me off as much as it excites me. I should make him lick it up, right here in front of everyone. He’s obviously into that kind of thing. Too bad I’m not. 

“Not enjoying yourself, sweetness?”

“I would if gag-me would quit staring at you like you’re fresh meat on the grill. Doesn’t Drake realize what a ho-bag he’s with?”

Torch throws his head back laughing. My heart squeezes; I love seeing him happy and laughing. Hell, if I’m going to be honest, I also love being the cause.

“I don’t think he sees what a bitch he’s with,” he admits. “Drake’s a good man. I served with him overseas, but he’s pretty damned clueless about Angie. She’s good in bed, and Drake is letting his dick think for him. He’ll wise up eventually.”

“What do you mean ‘she’s good in bed’? You’ve slept with her?”

“How do you think Drake met her?”

“Hell, I don’t get you men. But you’re definitely going back to using condoms,” I grumble. “I may have to completely cut you off. No wonder gag-me is looking at you like she could eat you alive. She’s already had her claws in you.”

“Hell no. No more condoms and definitely not cutting me off. Angie may have had my cock once, but that’s all she’s had. You, on the other hand….”

“Me?” I ask, unable to hide the wince when I stumble.

“Shit, sweetness. Is it your leg?”

“I’m okay,” I tell him, but am unable to keep the pain out of my voice.

“Why the fuck didn’t you wear your boots?”

“They don’t go with this dress, and I wanted to look nice for you, Hunter.” I shift my legs to try and keep the cramp from moving up my calf.

I was distracted. I didn’t realize how much I was giving away. I want to instantly grab the words back, but when I look into Torch’s eyes, I can’t. His eyes are glowing with emotion, the likes of which I don’t think I’ve seen because I can’t name it. His hands come to my legs and he pulls me up on his body. My hands were linked behind his neck while we danced, so I tighten up my hold to keep from falling.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking around. “People are watching! Put me down!”

“Fuck them. I’m holding my woman the way I want so I can enjoy dancing with her without worrying she’s in pain.”

I freeze.
His woman? Worrying about me?
What’s going on between us, and why do his words make me want to cry? Still…

“Hunter, you forget, I’m not wearing
underwear!
” I hiss, trying to pull away from him.

“I didn’t forget. I plan on enjoying that fact later.” He grins, and that’s worrisome in and of itself.

“What if they see? What if that thing…”

“Plug?”

“What if it falls out?”

His head dives down into the side of my neck where it meets the shoulder. His beard is so soft and it scratches against my neck, adding yet another layer of excitement to the way his tongue licks against the pulse of my neck. His lips ever so slowly move up my neck to my ear.

“I told you, sweetness. It’s going nowhere. It will stay right there. In fact, when we leave here…” he whispers, his tongue sliding around the shell of my ear. His teeth capture the lobe and gently start to gnaw.

“Yes?” I ask, my body already on fire for him. Hell, I’m probably leaving a wet spot on his clothes.

“When we leave here,” he repeats, still torturing my ear and sending hot sensations of need through my body, “I’m going to lay you down, and I’m going to slide my cock into your wet little pussy… and it will stay right there.”

“Jesus.”

“It will be like having two cocks inside of you at the same time, my naughty little Katie. You’ll feel so full while I’m fucking you, you’ll think your body is going to explode.”

“Hunter…” I whimper needing him to stop teasing me with his words. “Let’s go now,” I beg.

“Anticipation, Katie. Trust me. It will be more than worth the wait,” he assures me, carrying me back to the table.

“If you take me home now, I’ll suck your cock all the way down my throat. You can even pull out and come all over my face, just like you’ve been dying to do.”

“How do you know I’ve been wanting that?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.

“Because I’m not the only dirty one in this relationship, Hunter,” I tell him with a smile, just as we make it back to the table with him carefully helping me stand on my legs.

He kisses me gently. “Later,” he promises against my lips.

I hope I can wait for later.

“Can’t you walk?” Angie’s hateful voice hits us the minute we get settled back in our seats. 

“I…” Katie starts, but I interrupt her.

“I hurt Katie’s leg when we were house shopping.”

“House shopping?” Angie repeats while Katie’s hands bite into my leg. “But you live at the club?”

“Yes, but now that I have Katie, that has to change,” I tell Angie, turning to look at Katie. Her eyes are wide, and I see the fear there, but I also see something else. I bring my hand to the side of her face, pulling her eyes up to mine. “We can’t live at the club when the babies come. I want room for them to play.” I watch as Katie shifts nervously, her muscles tightening. “We’ll need plenty of room because I want our kids to be close to their nieces and nephews.”

“Hunter…” Katie says, her nails biting into my arm.

“What? You said you’d never settle down!” Angie hisses.

“That’s was before I met Katie. She’s special. Things change when you fall in love.”

Katie’s eyes go large, and I can see so many different things charging through her. I kiss her lips soundly, pushing my tongue into her mouth to claim her while my hand tilts her head to get a better angle. Katie doesn’t join in at first, but then her tongue finds mine and they dance. The kiss is charged with emotion and unspoken words. She’s afraid to believe what I’m saying, and I know later she’ll write it off, but it’s true. I understand now what I didn’t before. I know why Skull fell so hard and fast for Beth. I know why Sabre and Latch are completely wrapped up in Annie. I understand it because Katie is my downfall. She’s
it
. The one. Now, I just have to keep Skull from going of the deep end and fucking it all up, keep Katie from running in fear, and make her believe that I’ll never hurt her. That should be simple enough.

I pull away from the kiss when I hear Drake.

“Damn man! Way to spring the news on a man! Congrats! I didn’t even know you were seeing someone steady. I have to say though, you seem like a hell of a woman, Katie.”

Katie clears her throat and looks back at me before smiling at Drake. “Thanks,” she says, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Her cheeks are red and her lips are swollen.
Beautiful.

“Where are you from, Katie?” Drake asks as we start eating.

“Montana, originally. My sister and I moved out this way with our parents when we were small.” 

“What does your father think about you hooking up with Torch?”

“My father’s dead,” she answers bluntly. “I’m sure if he wasn’t, though, he’d want to kill him. Luckily, that just makes Torch more attractive.”

Drake laughs, making Katie smile with that look on her face that drives me wild.

“So you started dating Torch to get even with your father?” Angie asks.

Before I can answer that, Katie sets her beer down and looks over at Angie. The look in her eyes would be enough to make a smart woman back off. I don’t think Angie’s that smart, but it’s kind of fun to watch Katie in action.

“No. I had an itch. He was handy, and then, well… I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you how good Hunter is in bed.” She stops to look at me. “Actually, have we ever made it to the bed except to sleep?” she asks so sweetly I want to tan her ass.

Drake laughs his ass off. Angie is pretty much speechless, which is good for her; she should definitely try to be that way more often. Me, I just want to grab my woman and fuck her right here on the table.

“We have. Though, if you can’t remember, I’ll do my best to jog your memory later.”

“Yay. Something to look forward to,” she says with a grin, popping a bite of steak in her mouth. 

Yep. Definitely want to fuck her.

“Torch, old buddy, you have met your match.”

“Tell me about it,” I say back to Drake with a grin.

My heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest.

I know Torch was probably just saying that stuff for Angie’s benefit, but it felt like he was talking to me. It felt like he was being dead serious. It scares me. No. It
terrifies
me. I don’t want that, do I? Why does it feel like part of me does? A
large
part?

“You okay, sweetness?” he asks me sometime later. Drake and
gag
-
me
have moved out to the dance floor. She’s shaking her ass, bending down and touching her toes and sticking it up in everyone’s faces. I don’t see how Drake can be that clueless, but whatever.

“Yeah, just thinking,” I tell him, trying to smile.

“I’d say
over
thinking.”

“No, not really. I mean, I know that what you said, you said because of—”

“I said the parts that count because I meant them,” he says, his hand coming back to cup the side of my neck, his thumb brushing along my chin.

“Okay.” I wonder what parts he thinks
counts
.  

“You’re overthinking, sweetness.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Mmm-hmm. I’m going to have to find a way to make you stop that.”

“I miss your t-shirts,” I confess, running a hand over the buttoned up shirt he wears. I don’t know how a hot biker can manage to pull off slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, but he rocks it.

He smiles. “You don’t say?”

“Yeah. I wanted to see what you would come up with next.”

“I’ll surprise you. Come here and give me those lips.”

“I think I’ve given you too much lately.”

“Is that right?” His face moves closer to mine. “I think you’re going to give me even more. I think you’re going to give me everything I want.” His hand moves up my leg.

“Hunter.” I try to protest at about the same time his hand finds my pussy.

“God, sweetness, you’re
soaked
for me.”

I wrap my hand around his arm in a weak attempt to pull him away, but then his finger skates over my clit. I’m already on edge and, with just that little touch, I’m primed.

“Let’s go home,” I tell him, unable to keep the pleading out of my voice. It doesn’t even matter that I’m calling some hotel “home”. It’s a nice hotel, it’s a suite, and it’s close to a home. If I wasn’t missing Gabby and my sister so much, I’d be more than happy to stay there.

He pushes a couple of his fingers inside of me, and I’m unable to tell him no. Right now, I just want more.

“Do you feel the way your pussy squeezes around my fingers, sweetness?” he asks into my ear. “Do you see how fucking full you are with that plug? Look around. No one here would even imagine that you’re getting it in both holes right now. They have no idea that I’m finger-fucking you or that I’m about to make you come while they’re sitting there eating their dinner.”

“Jesus, Hunter…”

“Maybe I need to slide under the table and eat you. I bet my girl would like that, wouldn’t she? Tell me, would you come loudly even in a room full of people?”

His words are more effective than any hands-on foreplay. They are enough to send me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm right there, just within grasp. That’s when Drake and
gag-me
come back to the table. My entire body tenses up and I expect Torch to remove his fingers, but he doesn’t. He keeps them lodged inside of me. He doesn’t really thrust them, but he does slide them around. I shift uncomfortably, hoping he’ll take the hint to remove them. Instead, his thumb pushes hard against my swollen clit.

“Hey, you two. You want some dessert before we call it a night?” Drake asks, motioning for a waiter.

“Actually, I could use a little taste of something sweet. What about you, sweetheart? Do you want something?” he asks, his face all innocent.

I wonder what he’d do if I told him I did want something: to come. Knowing him, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

“I could go for something,” I answer stupidly. It’s hard to think when he picks that moment to slide his fingers out of me and slide them over and over my clit. My dress is up to my hips now. I’m sitting across from Drake, who seems to be smiling a little too much. Gag-me is shooting daggers with her eyes. I feel like they know what’s going on and I’m praying they don’t look under the table. At the same time, I’m fast-approaching the point where I don’t give a fuck. Torch’s fingers are moving slowly over my clit, giving me a taste of what I want, but it’s not enough. I’m busy trying not to thrust my hips or move in a way that might give away what Torch is doing to me. I didn’t even realize he ordered cheesecake until he’s holding the spoon near my mouth.

“Open up, sweetness,” he says, pushing the spoon to my lips. My eyes are locked on his as I take the spoon in my mouth and suck the small bite of cheesecake inside. Its flavor dissolves in my mouth, but I barely notice it. The sweet taste is nothing compared to the look in Torch’s eyes. That’s a look I could get drunk on. His fingers pick up their speed. I look around, scared that he’s giving us away. They have to know what he’s doing. Drake is talking to
gag
-
me
and they’re not really looking at us. I can’t believe it. It feels like everyone should be watching. I bite down on my lips as I feel my pussy quiver. Torch’s fingers move faster and faster over my clit in small circles, and upon the completion of each one, he pushes against my clit, pulling it to the side. My brain tries to keep up with the movement, but soon I can’t. I feel the fire flood through my system. I’m going to come.

“More, Hunter. I want more.” And there’s no fucking way he could think I’m talking about the cheesecake.

In answer, he takes my mouth and kisses me just as I feel my release. My hand bites into his side to keep from screaming. He swallows my cries. The kiss lasts until my orgasm has somewhat died down. My body still feels as if it is on a razor’s edge. I’m still primed for more, and nervous. When we break apart, Torch is smiling. It’s not a cocky smile, not really, but he’s happy. 

“Fuck me, if cheesecake did that to Angie, I’d keep that shit in the house,” Drake says, but I don’t turn and look at him.

“Can we go home now?” I ask Torch.

“Absolutely, sweetness,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.

Finally.