Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 (29 page)

Chapter 7

Sabre

I’ve seen some fucked-up shit in my life. It’s shaped me and made me the man I am. I never thought I’d ever see anything innocent. I sure as hell never thought I’d be the one to touch it.

I hear her whisper please and that’s all I need. I bite gently along the inside of her thighs, teasing and licking. I tease one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently. Her pussy is beautiful. Fine blonde hair covering it, delicate pale flesh, and the sweetest scent that calls to me. It’s like coming home.

I use my free hand to pull her tender little hood back, flatten my tongue again and lick over her clit, taking a minute to suck it into my mouth and then lashing it gently with my tongue before letting it go. Her whimper of need above me tells me I’m on the right track. I dart my tongue across her pussy, touching her everywhere, but never long and never with enough force to send her over the edge. She’s so responsive, I know instinctively this won’t take long. I like knowing she’s that hot for me. I fucking love knowing no other man has had this from her. She tastes of lazy summer days, sweet, tart, and fresh. I slide my hand under her leg, pulling her hard against my mouth. I zero in over her clit, humming in approval as more sweet juice flows from her and I drink it down. I break away briefly and my eyes find hers. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazed with need and it’s a look I want on her face all the time. I slip my fingers into my mouth while she’s watching, making sure they are nice and wet and then push them inside her waiting pussy.

“Sabre!” She calls out loudly at my entry. I go back to teasing her clit with my tongue, smiling because I know those fuckers in the other room can hear her. I curl my fingers and start fucking her slowly with two of them, still using my tongue to worry the hard little nub that is jumping with the firm beating of her pulse. With my fingers leisurely sliding in and out, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit with each inward thrust. I capture the nub between my teeth, pull, and then suck it hard, all while pushing my fingers as far as I can get them inside of her that she screams out the words that let me know she’s a wildcat.

“Eat me! Oh god, don’t stop, Sabre!”

In repayment for her plea, I stretch my fingers and arc them, while continuously licking her sweet pussy—from the point where my fingers disappear deep inside of her, to the top, and back again. I lap her up like a man dying of thirst, drinking in every ounce of sweetness she will give me. Her hips are thrusting high off the bed and she’s grinding against my mouth. Her legs are wrapped around me, the heels of her feet pushing into my back. She’s wild as hell with need.  I can feel the nerves and muscles flutter beneath my tongue. I know she’s close. I’m probably ten different kinds of fucked up and definitely a bastard, but I decide to do something I know will slow her down. I’m just not ready for this to end.

“Shhh… Annie, I need you to be quiet or my brothers outside will hear your sweet voice and know you’re giving your pussy to me.”

Her whole body tightens up, just as I knew it would.

“Sabre,” she whispers frantically and I smile as I begin my onslaught again; finger fucking her, slow and steady in tandem with my tongue. I keep my line of vision on her, watch her head go back in pleasure and then slowly pull back up, watching me—watching everything I’m doing to her. I admire the fine mist of perspiration that covers her body, making her glow almost. My eyes move to her hands and I watch as she pulls on the bindings, trying to reach me even now, knowing it’s impossible. She’s completely at my mercy—completely owned by me. It’s fucking beautiful, and my cock is throbbing to get inside of her. It’s not going to happen.
Not yet.

I push my thumb against her clit, hard, as I lick down the lips of her pussy and then bite. She growls and I grin, pulling on the skin I have trapped. I continue fucking her with my fingers, as my mouth moves to the tender area on the inside of her thigh. I feel the need to mark her. I’m not going to fuck her yet, but I need something to know my mark is on her. So I torment her all along her thigh, leaving love bites and bruises in my wake. With each one, I get rougher. Annie loves it. Her cries become louder and she’s practically thrashing, demanding of her release. I look up at her beautiful face, and she bites into her lip and whimpers. I could do this all night, but those fuckers are out there, sitting around my woman’s bar, eating my woman’s food, and I want them gone. I sit up, her taste all over my face and lips. It’s a flavor I could come to crave.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Annie. Do you want to come, sweetheart? Do you want to fucking come all over my face?”

“Yes, oh god, please, Sabre.”

“Then give me the words, Annie.  Tell me to eat your pussy.”  I continue to finger fuck her slowly, needing her reply before I push her over the edge.

“Eat me please, Sabre. Don’t stop,” she moans and that’s close, but not everything I’m searching for from her. I take my free hand and slap that pretty, swollen pussy hard as I thrust my fingers deep inside of her again. She cries out, and I repeat the action. I feel what that does to her in the way her muscles start clenching around my fingers and her sweet cream increases. I want to lick up every drop, but not until she gives me what I want.

“Say it, Annie. Give it to me and I’ll make your sweet pussy come so hard you will feel it for hours,” I promise, meaning every word. 

She looks at the wall. She knows the men are just on the other side of it. She knows what I want, what I’m asking.

“Sabre, please…” she whispers.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” I urge.

“Eat my pussy,” she says, and if she weren’t already flushed from what we’ve been doing, I know she’d be blushing right now.

That’s when I cave and give her what she needs. I slide down using my tongue and fingers to fuck her into complete submission. I stretch her slick cunt with my fingers and push my tongue inside. I eat her out with my face, using whatever I can to make her quake. Her pussy quivers and flutters against me, her muscles are constricting against my fingers so tight, I know she’s close. I slide my thumb into her ass and push her over the edge. She comes hard, crying out so loud I know my brothers in the next room are hearing her. She shatters, calling out my name and cementing whatever this is. I’ve claimed her. I wasn’t planning on keeping her.
Now, I am. Now, she’s mine.

I want to make her come again, but I don’t. This was just to give her a taste. Let her know that I will rule her body—let my brothers know. I slowly take my fingers from her, placing a small kiss against the opening and allowing my tongue to drag in one last taste of her nectar.

I slide to the floor and get up regretfully. I walk around to the side of the bed, adjusting my cock, which is pushing against my jeans; my balls literally hurt with the need to come. Annie watches me, her eyes still drugged from her release. I bend down and kiss her, wondering how she will react to her taste on me. Her kiss is hesitant at first, and then she groans as our tongues begin dancing with each other. 

“Do you like the taste of your pussy, Annie?”

“Sabre…”

“Answer me, do you like the taste? Does it make you feel like a naughty, wicked, little girl knowing I tongue fucked you while four men were outside listening? Do you want me to fuck you again?”

She looks down at my chest and again bites into that plush lip of hers before answering.

“Yes. I liked it. I want it again. Are you going to give it to me?” She asks.

“Eventually, sweetheart. Not right now. Right now, I’m hungry and I want rid of those assholes in the other room,” I tell her, giving her one last kiss.

I untie her wrist, kissing it gently, then do the same with the other one. She grabs the edge of the comforter she’s been lying on to try and cover her body. I don’t let her.

“Never try to hide your body from me, Annie. You gave it to me in here today. I’ll take care of it. It’s
mine
—you are mine now.”

“Sabre, what just happened in here…”

“Sealed your fate,” I tell her, stopping whatever she was about to say. I bend down and kiss her hard, my tongue owning her mouth. When she starts to pull me closer to her, her nails biting into my back, I pull away.

“Oh, it also did one other thing,” I tell her, opening the door to her bedroom.

“What’s that?” She asks me, and I notice she has covered up again. I figure I might as well teach her a lesson now. I leave the door open and walk back to her. I flip her over on the bed quickly, making sure not to hurt her. The open palm of my hand connects with her ass three times, in quick succession. She squeals, but by the third time, her ass is pushing up—needing more. I reach under her to hold her warm, wet pussy against my hand.  

“I said, not to cover yourself up. Didn’t you hear me, Peaches?”

“I…I thought you were leaving,” she gasps. I lift her ass using the hold I have on her pussy and bend down so I can bite her ass and suck on the skin. I want my mark on it. Hell, I’m going to tattoo my name all over her body.

“I hadn’t left yet. For your punishment, do not wear panties when you come back to the kitchen.” 

“What? But, Sabre!”

I still have one hand wrapped around her pussy and feel the liquid heat there. I use my other one to push my thumb against the small rosette of her ass. She gasps and tightens up. I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin, she’s too damn tight and closed up to be anything else, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
Mine.

“Do you want me to make you come again, later?” I wait for her answer, continuing to play with her ass. When she nods her head yes, I let her pussy go slowly, dragging one finger in the cleft between the lips and lowering her back on the bed.  

“Then don’t wear your panties,” I order getting ready to leave again. I decide not to wash up. Let the bastards smell her on me. I like that thought. I’m almost out the door when her voice stops me.

“What was the other thing you were going to tell me?” She asks.

I look around and she’s not hiding. She’s still lying on her stomach, and not making an effort to cover up. I take it as a small victory. 

“I’ve decided to let the nickname of Peaches stand,” I tell her with a grin.

“Peaches? You didn’t like them calling me that?”

“No, I didn’t like them naming my woman, but I’ve decided to let it stand.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m the only one who knows that you really are juicy and taste like peaches. Those other dumb fucks are just talking out of their ass.”

She inhales at my answer, her eyes round.

“Remember, Peaches, no panties,” I order, and then close the door with a smile.

Chapter 8

Annie

What did I just do? When can I do it again?

He closes the door and I bury my head into the mattress. I can’t believe I just did that and with a man I don’t even know! Except it doesn’t feel like we’re strangers. I roll over on my back, dragging the comforter over me and stare up at the ceiling. What am I doing here?

My father is an evangelical preacher. An extremely devout one. He used to beat me until I couldn’t sit down or lie on my back from the punishment I received. There are thin spiderweb-like scars on my lower back and side from the belt he used. Sabre either didn’t take time to notice them, or he didn’t really care about them. I’m hoping it’s the latter. Having Sabre and the men here would send my father into a rage. If he knew what I did with Sabre, he would kill us both. In my father’s eyes, what Sabre and I did would be sinning and reveling in our fall from grace. It would be in direct violation of God’s commandments. 

My stomach lurches at the reminder of my father. He is in Illinois, and his teachings have never been my beliefs. What kind of God would find it okay for a father to use a belt on his eight-year-old daughter because the boy next door held her hand on the way home from school?  What kind of God would condone a man who cut all his daughter’s hair off because he thought she was using it to lure boys into her bed?

I tap down those memories.
I got away
. I moved to Kentucky. I no longer have to live in fear. Admittedly, it only happened because I got a job offer here and my father’s brother lives in the same town so he can report back to my father. Carl can never know about Sabre.
Ever.

I hear laughing from the other room and sigh. I need to get up and go out there before Sabre comes and finds me. Maybe it’s because I’m just now getting my first taste of freedom as a woman, I just don’t know, but I know I want more time with Sabre. I like him, or rather I like what I know of him, and the rest of the men seem nice, too. So I’m going to throw caution to the wind and enjoy this for however long it lasts.  

With my mind made up, I go into the adjoining bathroom, clean up, search out some comfortable clothes, and return to the kitchen. My face flames with embarrassment as everyone stops talking when I enter the room. I’m having trouble looking any of them in the eye.  

“Over here, Peaches.”

Sabre is standing in the kitchen on the opposite side of the others and he looks very pleased with himself. It annoys me, but I had a lot to do with putting that look on his face. I walk to him and when I get there, he takes me in his arms. I return his hug and then let him curl me into his side. I like it. I like how it feels to be with him. 

“Hey, Peaches. We were starting to think you weren’t going to join us,” Keys speaks up and I give him a small smile without looking him directly in the eye.

“Have you eaten?” I ask Sabre.

“Nah, sweetheart. I’ll get something in a bit,” he answers, and I grasp at it. I need something to keep busy.

“I’ll get it. Just pull up that seat over there. We all should have eaten at the table. There’s more room there. I never use the darn thing personally, so it didn’t occur to me. Next time, well if there is one, I will set it up…”

“Peaches?” Sabre interrupts my sad rambling and I’m glad. I look up at him in mid-sentence. 

“Stop being nervous.”

I huff in response, “Sabre, you can’t just order someone to not be nervous.”

“I just did,” he says all cocky. 

“Well okay, you can order someone to do it. That, however, doesn’t mean they will do it.”

“Did you do as I ordered in the bedroom?” He asks as if he’s talking about the weather. It doesn’t escape my notice that everyone has gone quiet again.

“Sabre!” 

“Answer me.”

“That isn’t something you just talk about in mixed company,” I chastise getting a plate down and filling it up with what is left of the meatloaf and side items. 

“What’s she calling us? Does she not like other races?” Shaft asks, and he is clearly Latino.

“No dumbass, she’s just saying she doesn’t want to talk about how her and Sabre had sex in front of a bunch of men,” Beast growls and I probably glows in the dark. I put the plate down without looking at any of them and go back to the fridge to get Sabre something to drink. I think at this point, I’d rather pour it on him.

“We weren’t in front of a bunch of men,” I grumble, but I don’t think they are listening to me.

“For god’s sake, why? We all sat here and listened to her scream like a banshee as he laid the pipe to her,” Shaft asks and my head jerks up with an unspoken
oh
on my lips. I can’t believe he said that. I’m rewarded when Torch slaps him on the back of the head.

“Ow! What the fuck is that for?” 

“You’re embarrassing, Peaches,” he says looking up at me with a wink and licking some of the chocolate off his spoon.

I guess the boys found the chocolate lasagna. I can’t help but watch the way Torch works his tongue around the spoon and sucks it into his mouth. He’s a really good looking man and, apparently, I’ve just recently found my hormones.

“Peaches!” Sabre snarls and stops my crazy thoughts. I go to him immediately and he pulls me back against his body. “You’ll pay for that later, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear.

I don’t have to ask what he means—I know. It’s not like I would trade him for Torch, anyway.
I was just looking
. I reach up and kiss him on the side of his jaw. His five o’clock shadow prickles against my lips. It’s a good feeling. I start to pull away but he keeps me close, anchoring me against him.

“Why does she care if we talk about her having sex? I mean why else would she be screaming ketchup at the top of her lungs? By the way, brother, you really need better safe words. That one is kind of freaky. That’s worse than the time you guys had that red-head screaming cheeseburger and Skull thought…”

This time Sabre slaps Shaft up the side of the head. I don’t mind. I kind of want to join in. His words leave me feeling
dirty
, wrong even.  

“Okay, it’s time for everyone to get out,” Sabre yells and he’s mad; he won’t let go of me. Maybe he can tell that if he let me go, there is a very big possibility that I would go get in my car and drive back to Illinois. Okay, maybe not that drastic but away just the same.

“C’mon Sabre, we haven’t even had any cookies yet,” Keys joins in and they all look at me, and if you could spontaneously combust, well, I’d be doing it right now. 

“Get out you fucking assholes. Beast? Have these prospects cleaning out the bathrooms at The Rock.”  

“With pleasure. Great food, Peaches. Look forward to seeing you around,” Beast grumbles. I don’t think he can talk any other way. He grabs Shaft and Keys by their collars at the back of their neck and pretty much pulls them out of the room. They’re too busy whining over having to clean bathrooms to do much else. Beast is so big that he handles the large men rather easily.

Torch comes over and picks up my hand and kisses the back of it, despite Sabre pushing him away. “Until next time, love,” he says with another wink.

“Keep your motherfucking hands away from her,” Sabre warns him, but it doesn’t seem to bother Torch at all. 

And just like that—we’re alone.

“Sabre, I think maybe you should go, too.”

“Did you mind me?” he asks and I blanch at the words. Does he think I’m a mindless child who will do everything he commands?

“I have no idea what you…”

“Are you wearing panties, Peaches?”

“I…uh…well, no.”

“Good girl. Now let’s finish eating, I’m starved.”

“It’s kind of cold now,” I answer him, wondering exactly what twilight zone I’ve slipped into.

“So we’ll zap it in the microwave. C’mon Peaches, feed your man,” he says walking into the kitchen. 

My man?
Maybe I have fallen off the deep end. I follow him into the kitchen and help nuke his food. I get a little bit for myself and sit beside him. We don’t really talk, but it doesn’t feel awkward. Something is bothering me, though, so instead of pushing my mashed potatoes around in the plate, I decide to ask him.

“Shaft made it sound, like well…”

“Spit it out, Peaches.”

“He made it sound like you guys, shared…like well…he mentioned a red-head and it sounded like…well…”

“We share women from time to time.”

“Share? Like once you date one, sometimes they go out with Torch, too?”

“You need to get that motherfucker, Torch, out of your head right now,” he growls and his voice is full of anger.

“I wasn’t, I mean I wasn’t thinking that I would, you know…”

“Damn, Peaches, can you say any actual words?”

“I think you should go now. I can say
those
words,” I retort carrying our plates into the kitchen. Sabre gives a loud sigh in the background.

“The brothers and I don’t date, Peaches. He’s talking about a club girl. They hang around the club, live the life. They help us release steam, take care of our needs, and we do the same for them.”

“I thought you ran a garage…”

“You thought wrong,” he says mysteriously.

“What is it you do?” I ask, clenching my hands into a fist.

“I’m a member of the Devil’s Blaze Motorcycle Club.”

“But what do you do?” I ask, looking at him in shock. I’m such a fool. I let this man touch me and I know nothing about him. Maybe my parents are right, I’m not ready for the real world.

“That is what I do,” he answers and I don’t question him further. Something in his stance tells me that asking would only annoy him.

“I’m not the kind of girl who dates bikers,” I say before I can stop the words.

“The way I look at it Peaches, you don’t know what kind of girl you are yet. I’m going to help you figure that out.”

Maybe he does have me pegged.

“I don’t want to be shared with other men, Sabre. If that’s what you want, then you should leave.”

“We’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, Peaches.”

I’m pretty sure Sabre is the king of cryptic answers.

“You’re not staying the night. We need to slow this down.”

“We’ll see,” he says taking a bite of his food.

Crap.