OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (3 page)

“Danger,” I
whispered.

He moaned loudly.

I dipped my head
under the blanket, not waiting for a further response. I started at the bottom
and licked his huge scope all the way up to the top then took it in my mouth slowly,
starting to work it in and out while I moaned. Something about knowing I had my
stepbrother’s cock in my mouth was a turn on and I started working it faster in
and out of my mouth, going crazy on it. Danger let out a moan from above the
covers and I groaned back in satisfaction, happy that I was making him feel so
good.

After a few
minutes, his hand crept down under the blanket and took me by the back of my
head. I stopped and let him guide me, letting him move my head up and down
really fast for a few minutes. He pulled my head off of him slowly and I opened
wide knowing what he wanted. He stuck his cock in my mouth and shoved it so far
down my mouth that I could feel it in my throat. I kept it there for as long as
I could, working it in and out, moaning.

“Fuck, Kat,” he
moaned loudly. “You take it so fucking deep.”

I grunted in
satisfaction and shoved it even further in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he said,
practically yelling. “Yeah, right there, good girl.”

I kept going
faster and faster
;
taking his praise in with pleasure.

“You’re gonna make
me fucking cum, Kat.”

I went faster and
faster, waiting.

“I’m going to bust
so hard, Kat. I want you to swallow every drop, baby.”

I got so happy
when he called me baby that I got another surge of energy and started going
even faster. After a few more seconds he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed
every drop just like he said. I put my head on his chest, gasping as my breath
came back. I could feel his heart racing and I loved listening to it as it beat
slower and slower coming back down to normal.

“Fuck,” he said.
“That was so good. It was wrong but so fucking good.”

I grinned into his
chest. It might have been wrong but I didn’t even care.

I was guessing I
wasn’t so little to him anymore.

PART TWO

JENNIFER

Trigger Ford was
the sexiest man in our city and he knew it, too. He pounced around on the
streets like he owned them, like a dog on the prowl for anyone who was trying
to come into his territory. His tan skin was smooth and silky, his hair and
facial hair always perfectly trim, and his deep brown eyes always intense. His
style was flawless. Always dressed head to toe in nice clothes, the nicest
brands on his body.

He demanded
attention every place he went, not by any fault of his own, just by his looks
and power alone. I had spent all of high school watching him from afar,
watching him lead the boys around him, and watching him dominate half of the
girls in our school. Everybody worshiped him, so, of course, he had no idea who
I was.

I was never what
you would consider popular in high school. Bigger than most of the other girls,
it was rare for me to get much if any attention from boys. It had bothered me
when I was younger, but in my later years, I was happy to be ignored. Being
ignored was better than being made fun of. Being ignored was better than being
a hoe. I never wanted to be one of those girls that would use their chest or
body to get what they wanted from guys.

The worst I got
was a few rude comments about my weight. I had never been loud and outgoing
like most of the girls around my neighborhood, too shy to be that aggressive
with others. I wasn’t even that outgoing with people I was close to, let alone
strangers.

By the last year
of high school, I felt invisible. My mom had worked hard to get her lift back on
track after her battle with alcohol and drugs. After years of struggles, being
broke and high, and putting us in the sketchiest situations she had finally had
a breakthrough when her sister had died two years earlier from cancer. My Aunt
Tammy had been my mom’s best friend, the one person who would never give up on
her.

After Tammy’s
death, my mom really straightened up, getting off anything that wasn’t organic,
and going back to work at a local nursing home. She worked her ass off trying
to give us the best but once you’re in dangerous situations, it’s hard to get
out, almost impossible. In the end, we were able to move out of the crack head
complex I had grown up in with my little sisters, but only to a slightly better
apartment a few blocks over. My mom was still working hard to get us further
out of the inner city, though. I had a lot of respect for my mom even though
she had put me through a lot of hardships. At least she was around. Unlike my
father, who had split as soon as he found out my mom was having a baby. I had
no idea who he even was. I could have walked by him on the street tomorrow and
never known it.

Anyway, once we
were in our new neighborhood, I was left alone more.

It was safer and
more stable: fewer people around willing to sell their soul for something shiny
and new.

But I didn’t care
about other people selling their soul. I was only worried about my soul and the
souls of my family. That was why I had busted my ass in high school to get a
scholarship to attend the local university. Most kids in my school didn’t take
much serious. Our graduation rate was one of the lowest in the state, but I had
never wanted to be a victim. Never wanted to be a white trash welfare baby who
never made any money of her own, so I had busted my butt.

Better for me to
keep my mouth shut and take everything about getting my diploma as serious as I
could. Someone who didn’t take school seriously, though, was Trigger. I never
saw him open a book, he barely listened in class, looking bored and like he
couldn’t be bothered with anything else about coming to school besides the fact
that he could flirt with girls.

We were from
different worlds, him from the popular crowd, leading everyone, and filled with
power. Not just at school, but on the streets too. Me, from the handful of
losers who circled the halls lusting after him and his sexy friends, knowing
that after high school I would never be in contact with someone that perfect
again.

Which is why I was
surprised to see him on my first day of college.

But there he was
when I opened the door and headed into my first class of the day.

Sitting in the
back row like it made perfect sense.

I felt my heart
start to quicken in my chest at the sight of him. Dressed in black jeans and a
white t-shirt, his signature leather jacket across his back, just like the last
time I had seen him, on the last day of my senior year. The only difference was
that he looked even more handsome in just a few short months if that was
possible.

I forced myself to
take my eyes off of him, picking a seat in the very front of the room. I busied
myself taking my notebooks and books out of my old bookbag, trying to make
sense out of what the hell he could be doing there.

I knew he wouldn’t
remember me. We had never even talked in high school. Still, something about
him being there bothered me. It hadn’t felt right. I had spent the bus ride
over here thinking about how college was a fresh start for me. No one here knew
me; no one knew where I was from, or about my family drama. I wasn’t the same
shy girl no one looked at twice; I could be anyone I wanted.

Him being there
threatened all that. It reminded me of my real life that was only a short bus
ride away. What was he doing here anyway? He never even paid attention in
school, as far as I knew he hadn’t even graduated, how could he be in college?

From what I knew
about his family, I doubted they would have been too thrilled about Trigger
being there. He had two older brothers who ran a powerful motorcycle club and
Trigger was next in line to join the committee. They demanded respect by any
means possible. That meant guns, drugs, and intimidating other people by any
means necessary is how the Ford brothers rolled. Just like the rest of the
Blazing Devils. They weren’t the kind of guys you wanted to mess with.

They were all
pretty secretive about their club, not revealing too much to anyone, but I was
pretty sure it had something to do with a lot of drugs and a lot of money. I
didn’t know that much about them, not because I didn’t want to, but more because
the Ford brothers had a way of finding out if you were asking around about
them, and they had a way of making you stop and quick.

I knew that
Trigger was the youngest, then his half-brother Danger, and the oldest was
Link. I wasn’t sure but I was pretty sure they all had different moms and the
same dad. He had been a huge player back in the day but had settled down with a
woman in the last six or so years that he seemed to be pretty in love with and
apparently decided that he wanted nothing to do with the club; even if his sons
did.

I only knew
because I had been in the same grade with the daughter of the girl that Carl
Ford had fallen in love with. As far as I knew Kat still lived in an apartment
on the other side of town with Danger, her mom, and his dad. I had no idea if
Trigger or Link lived with them or not, but I doubted it. It seemed like they
all had their own part of the city and club that they dominated so that no base
would be uncovered.

I snuck a look
back at Trigger and jumped a little in my seat when I realized he was looking
right back at me. Those eyes had never looked at me before. My heart started
racing in my chest. Did he recognize me? No, he couldn’t. There was no way he
could have any idea who I was; he had never even spoken to me.

The teacher walked
in then and I forced myself to try and pay attention to what she was saying and
not worry about Trigger Ford. But it was hard when I was all too aware of how
close he was to me
;
just like in high school.

I found myself
thinking about Kat. That must have been so weird for her. As far as I knew she
was a pretty normal girl. I could barely handle being in the same room with
Trigger Ford, I couldn’t imagine being brought into their family with a snap of
a finger. I wondered if they really treated her like a sister.

I was so busy
worrying about the Ford Brothers and the Blazing Devils that my first class of
college flew by and before I knew it, it was almost time to go. I cursed myself
for not paying more attention, but I figured the first class was mostly just
paperwork and stuff anyway. No one taught anything important on the first day.
Did they?

Maybe college was
different than high school.

As soon as she
dismissed us for the day, I threw my notebooks into my bag at lightning speed
and practically ran out of the room. There was no use in attracting any more
attention from Trigger than I already had.

I made it all the
way down the sidewalk and toward the city bus stop on the other side of the
school with intense speed. It was Friday. I wouldn’t have class again until the
next Tuesday. That meant I had the entire weekend plus Monday to figure out
what the hell I was going to do about this.

I didn’t know why
Trigger Ford had such an effect on me, but he did. Even in high school I had
found myself watching him from afar wondering what was going on in that pretty
head of his. It was harmless then, but the way he was looking at me back there,
all intense and dangerous, it made me feel weird. It made me feel like I didn’t
have control over my own emotions and I hated that. It reminded me too much of
the time in my life that was surrounded by drugs and crime. A part of my life I
hated thinking about unless I absolutely had to.

But I had three
days to recover, three days to figure out just how to deal with it. Or at least
to figure out how to avoid being all hot and bothered at the sight of him. It
was only a class, one class. I still couldn’t shake how weird it was that he
was there, though.

Three days was
enough time, I told myself, trying to throw some comfort into the pit of my
stomach that had suddenly lunged into a bunch of knots. But the comfort was
short lived. Because at that moment Trigger decided to pull up next to me at
the bus stop and roll his window down.

It’s weird not
seeing him on the bike he would pull into school everyday riding. I was used to
hearing the roar of the engine at the sight of him, but today he was in a dark
black infinity with tinted windows and a shiny interior. He didn’t t say
anything for a second, just watching me with intense eyes.

My heart started
racing. What the hell was he doing here? How had he found me? And what the hell
did he want with me? I glanced around nervously. There were only a few other
people waiting for the bus. An older woman and a young girl, neither of them
seemed to be paying any attention to what was going on.

Trigger smirks a
little; clearly able to tell I was nervous.

“Get in the car.”
His voice was deep and filled with little emotion
;
like the thought of me not getting in his car isn’t an option. It was clear he
wasn’t really asking me. He just assumed I would do whatever he said, probably
because everyone else did.

I looked at the
car again; stunned by what was happening.

He sighed. “It’s
not stolen, relax.”

“I wasn’t thinking
that,” I somehow found the words over the huge lump that was in my throat. Part
of me actually was thinking that, but whatever. I wasn’t going to let him know
that.

“Get in the car,
Jennifer,” he told me again.

The fact that he
knew my name was enough to make me even more scared than I had already been
just a few seconds ago. How did he know my name? We had never even spoken
before!

“No,” I told him,
taking a few steps further back on the curb to prove my point. He sighed,
throwing the car into park and opening the door to get out. He left the engine
running in the middle of the street.

I gasped. “You
can’t leave the car in the middle of the street like that!”

A few cars had
already been waiting for him while he tried to get me in the car and now the
line behind his running sports car was starting to grow more and more. Someone
honked out in the distance.

“It’s going to
stay there until you get in,” he said, unfazed by the line of growing cars
forming on the street.

“I’m not going
anywhere with you!” I hissed.

Someone honked
again and the older woman sitting on the bench sighed at the loudness. “Can you
two take your domestic dispute somewhere else? Some of us are trying to read,”
she said, burying her head back into the book in her lap.

“Yes, we can,”
Trigger said.

“It’s not a
domestic dispute!” I tell her.

Trigger snickered
and glanced over his shoulder. “You’re really starting to hold up traffic now.”

“I’ll call the
police,” I whispered desperately.

Trigger laughed.
“Go ahead. What are you going to tell them? A nice guy offered to give you a
ride home from school?”

The guy in the car
behind Trigger is honking his horn at full force now, and after a second, he
got our of the car and started hollering at us. “Hey! Move your fucking car,
man! What’s the holdup?”

Trigger raised his
eyebrows at me, not bothering to turn around.

“Some of us have
places to be! You’re taking up the whole road!”

“Get back in your
car,” Trigger called to the guy over his shoulder, still not breaking his
intense gaze from mine. He was so fucking sexy.

“Get your bitch in
the car and get the fuck on your way!” The guy called out, getting more pissed
by the moment. I could see the vein in his neck starting to pop out as he
looked at the back of Trigger’s head.

What he nuts?
Didn’t he know no one talked to Trigger Ford like that?

“Excuse me,”
Trigger said to me calmly. He pulled a small gun out of the waist of his pants
and turned around, pointing it at the guy. “What the fuck did you just say to
me?” He moved further away from me, pointing the gun steadily at the man’s pale
face.