Burning Desire (5 page)

“Chase, just leave her be. Nothing good can come of the two of you being together.”

“You think I don’t know that already?” I clenched my fists- opening and closing them repeatedly.

“Yes, I know you know, but do you understand it?” she looked up at me, cocking her hip and throwing her hand to it. No wonder Jeremy is head over heels into this girl- little smartass. I chuckled, and she seemed to loosen up.

“Yes, Nicole, I do. That doesn’t make it any easier to see that fucker with his mouth and hands all over her.” Just saying those words left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to kill Jake Lombardi. I took a deep breath. “I’m keeping away from her, don’t worry. There wasn’t anything to end with her anyways.”

“We both know that’s a crock of shit.” She laughed and I saw Jeremy heading our way.

“Brother.” His statement seemed heavily weighted, and he slapped a hand on my shoulder.

“It was good stopping by, Jeremy. The place is great- I’m proud of you, brother. I’m calling it a night.” I slapped my hand on his upper back. I gave Nicole a kiss on the cheek and rode off into the dark night. Fucking-A, Rox should be on the back of my bike, not his. Forget about her, Chase- I can’t ruin her, the club. There’s too much at stake.

“Did you hear me, son? You two can never be. Our clubs have always been like that- especially now that I see you have eyes for my daughter. We have big things planned for this club- Roxanne will become a part of Condemned Angel. Not Hell’s Rebels. She plays a key role in keeping my club going- becoming an Old Lady and having a son to carry on this MC. If you love my daughter like I know you do- you’ll let her be and move on.” Moretti’s voice played in my head. The more I’m around her- the more I replay her father’s discussion with me. Just the thought of her being pregnant, carrying someone else’s baby made my blood boil.

In order for me to keep my club and myself safe, but most importantly- Rox safe, I have to let her go.

CHAPTER 7

~ Roxy ~

We arrived at Jake’s house. He cut the engine on his bike and grabbed my hand and led me to the back door. He pushed me up against the door- I looked up into his brown eyes- I can see a glimpse of the old him. Handsome and a flirt- I smile and he wrapped one arm around me while he unlocked the door with the other. He kissed me possessively; walking me backwards into the mudroom, then kicked the door shut.
 

I could taste him as his tongue opened my mouth- his grip on my neck and ass got tighter as he bit down on my lip, hard.

“Ouch! Jake- what the fuck?” I yelled at him trying to push him away, licking at my bottom lip.

“I’m going to remind you that you’re mine tonight. Even if I have to show it physically, so no one mistakes it.” His eyes turned a dark ominous black that I’d never seen before.
 

The next morning…

My eyelids slowly opened and a groan fell off my lips as I moved my limbs. Fuck- I’m sore, not the good kind-of-sore either. Jake wanted to “put me in my place” last night. He doesn’t know how pissed everyone at the club will be when I put his markings on show. Especially since I have a club promotion photo shoot today. Thank God he had dropped me off at my apartment last night.
 

I slowly sat up and stretched- wincing in pain. Walking to the bathroom- I had to grasp onto my dresser for support. The cold tile on the floor woke me up. I undressed myself and walked to the sink. “Oh shit.” I let out as I observed Jake’s “handiwork” from last night.

There was a bite mark on my cleavage- his fingerprints bruised into my upper arms and hips. My lip that he bit had scabbed over on the inside corner. My ass was pink with the punishment slaps he handed out like candy. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water caress my body. Let it wash away the dirty feeling Jake has left me with. I wrapped my arms around myself and lowered my head. When did I let a man get away with disrespecting me? Never. A shudder ran through my body- I picked up my loofah and creamy body wash and began to scrub.
 

After I showered, threw on a matching black lacy thong and bra set, jean cut off shorts and a Harley Davidson black tank top. I was shooting at the MC clubhouse today- hoping I wouldn’t run into Jake. I shoved my outfits for the shoot into a bag, grabbed my coffee, aviator sunglasses and headed out.

I arrived at the clubhouse. My photographer and Nicole were there as my makeup artist was setting up. Today’s shoot consisted of me wearing a barely there bikini on a Harley Davison.
 

“Hey babe.” She gave me a tight hug and I groaned in pain. She quickly pulled back from me with a worried look on her face. “That good of a night with Jake?” She giggled.

“I wish. More like he was teaching me a lesson.” I dropped my bag on the floor of the spare bedroom, taking my aviators off and tucked them into my tank top.

“What do you mean?” She sounded pissed- always protective of me. That’s why she’s my ride or die bitch. I love this girl.

“He saw.” It was all I needed to say.
 

“Shit.” She unrolled her MAC Cosmetic brushes and began to set up her airbrush machine. I changed into my skimpy black bikini. It had barely there strings with tiny triangles covering my breasts. My dermal piercings on my collarbones stood out against my tanned skin. The bottoms were a cheeky string bikini- probably more popular in Brazil, but what can I say- my ass has a mind of its own. I sat down on the bed and let Nicole have at me.
 

“Holy hell.” She dropped her airbrush and pointed at the bite mark peeking out from under a triangle of fabric on my chest.

“I know. Just do what you can to cover it up.” I was originally going to let my marks from Jake go on showcase, in hopes someone from the club would question me. But, it’s probably better not to. I don’t want to know what else he would do. Last night was an entirely different Jake. He seemed dark; disconnected- I shivered at the thought.

“Okay babe, let’s see what I can do.” Nicole went to work. She gave me a natural look with a smoky eye and nude lip. We curled my amazon woman hair, leaving it full and voluptuous.
 

“Perfect!” I clapped my hands as I stared in awe at the mirror. “You’re amazing. You work miracles, woman.” I kissed her cheek, slipping on my black silk robe.

“Roxy…” she started as she grabbed her tube of mascara, spray bronzer and gloss.

“Yeah?” I headed for the door, but stopped short to turn to her.

“Promise me you’ll cut his balls off if he ever touches you like that again.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be encased in a shadow box on the church room’s mantel.” I gave her a small smile as we walked out to the back lot of the club. Where Manny, my photographer, was testing the lighting and a Prospect was rubbing down the bike- making that baby shine.

CHAPTER 8

~ Roxy ~

“Hot damn, whose bike is this?” I whistled out running my French tipped nails over the shiny black paint job.

“Chase’s.” Nicole answered.

“Say what? Did I just hear you correctly? Why am I doing this shoot with his bike?” I continued to admire the bike in front of me. Everything was powder coated black, the pipes were refinished in a flat black; the seat looked newly wrapped in smooth leather. This bike was smokin’ hot. Just like its owner.

“Because I couldn’t let you be seen on that little tike’s toy. You need a real bike between those thighs.” I heard a deep voice behind me. My body hummed.

“Chase.” I turned to him, holding tightly onto the belt of my robe. His eyes wandered down the length of me. I’m sure this looked good- a robe and some come fuck me heels in the broad daylight.

“Charlie said you were doing a shoot- and why not with my new bike? It’ll make you look good.” He smiled, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth as his eyes moved back up my body. God, why does the smallest thing that he does seem so damn sexy?
 

“Ha, you amuse me. Are you ready, Manny? Oh, Chase- you don’t mind your bike getting a little dirty, do you?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Dirty?” he mimicked my Elvis Presley eyebrow.

“Mmm hmm. These pictures require baby oil, and lots of it.” I teased him.

“Well, you let Nick know if you need help rubbing that body down.” He slapped his hand on the shoulder of the Prospect that was holding a dusting cloth.

Oh, he wants to act like he doesn’t care. Well, let’s see how strong that willpower is… I thought to myself as I undid the tie on my robe, letting it pool around my feet.

~ Chase ~

Sweet baby Jesus! My eyes cascaded down her tight lean body. The years and gym have done her body good. Hot damn! I didn’t notice her rhinestone dermal piercings last night. I wanted to lick them. That thing called a bikini was barely containing her big breasts. I’d guess a very full C cup. Roxy’s tattoo was now on display- she had an extremely detailed black feather perfectly shadowed on her hip bone that was wrapped in a smoky haze. It matched her- beautiful. She had script on the other side of her ribs. I was ready to pull those strings to see where the rest of her ink leads. Who was the motherfucker who put this on her body? Face to face with my property? Okay Chase, back down.
 

Her little smart ass self turned to Nicole and giggled. Nicole connected her phone with a Bluetooth speaker. Nine Inch Nails’s- “Closer” came beating through the speaker. Immediately it was like the music took ahold of Roxy. I stood there with my arms crossed watching her. She straddled my bike, looking over her shoulder to the camera- her hair cascaded down- dusting the top of her round ass. She made sexy faces- biting her lower lip and playing with her thick hair. Moving her hands up underneath her hair, lifting it up off her neck and dropping her head back, exposing her slender throat.

I adjusted my standing position, trying to not make it obvious that she was making me hard.

The next thing I knew- she got on my bike backwards, hugging it tightly- like she should be doing to me. She was basically dry humping the shit out of my seat. I blew out a breath and ran my fingers through my hair.

Nicole plugged a fan into an extension cord and placed it under her- sending her hair flying upwards. Next thing I know, Roxy lowered down on the bike, still backwards, and untied her top- throwing it to me. I caught the small piece of fabric between my fingers. It was warm.

“Hold onto that for me, would you, Romeo?” She smirked, and let her cleavage settle on my bike- she was leaning down just far enough so you couldn’t see her nipples. The shutter on the camera lens went crazy. She covered her breasts with one arm and sat up on the bike. She did a few more poses in which her long legs were wrapped around my bike. Her top was needed again- damn. Then my personal favorite, she sat on my bike- like she was riding it- and had her ass cleavage hanging out the top of her bikini bottoms. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Manny called for anyone’s cut. Nick, the Prospect was about to take his off, but I placed my hand on his chest.
 

“If anyone’s cut is going to touch that body- it’s going to be mine.” I gladly shrugged mine off- letting it hang from the edge of my pointer finger. Nicole laughed as she grabbed it and tossed it to Roxy. She bit her lip and her eyes lit up. She slipped my cut on- drowning her small figure. Damn, Rox looked perfect.
 

“That’s great, Roxy- now spread your legs wider.” I heard her photographer say over the music. My eyes shot down to him and my blood pressure started to rise.

“You mother-“ I took a step towards Manny- but was cut short by Nicole’s hand on my shoulder.
 

“Relax- it’s just a promotional shoot, he doesn’t want to get her in pants…if she were wearing any.” She laughed as Roxy continued.
 

The song played and Roxy’s eyes met mine- like she wanted me to hear this song. And fuck me- it was working wonders. I’m going to have to take a cold shower after this meeting. I took my cut back, and shook my head while I headed in. Her eyes showed disappointment as I left her little show. This girl is trying to put me 6 feet under.