Biker (19 page)

“You look good enough to eat.”

Feeling bold, Noelle looked him in the eyes. “Eat me, then,” she challenged.

Blaze let out a sexy laugh, his eyes straight ahead, and shook his head. “I am the
wrong
person to tempt,” he warned.

Noelle bit her lip, enjoying the way it felt to tease Blaze. Something about it made her feel womanly and powerful – not to mention it was sensually thrilling.

“Oops,” she laughed, running a hand through her hair.

Blaze continued to drive for a while through the desert, but then suddenly pulled off the highway and onto a small, dirt road.

“What are you doing?” she asked, alarmed.

“You dared me to do something,” he said simply, parking the car but letting the engine run, the air conditioning blasting.

“Blaze!” she exclaimed.

He only raised his eyebrows at her, and then he began to climb over the console, pushing Noelle up against the passenger side door.

“Blaze!”

“No talking,” he ordered and he maneuvered his body in such a way, and then pushed her skirt up to her waist. He wasted no time, hooking his fingers in Noelle’s panties, and dragging them down her thighs.

“Oh!”

Blaze lowered his mouth to her sex, and spread her open before tasting her in long strokes.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, clutching at anything to steady herself. It was so unexpected and so forbidden, that Noelle was panting within seconds. Blaze flicked his tongue quickly against her clit, causing her thighs to tremble and she tried to arch her back against the car door.

“Let this be a lesson not to test me,” he whispered, running his thumb over her tender lips, before bringing his mouth back to her sex.

Noelle felt herself moisten, and she closed her eyes, resting her head against the window as Blaze pleasured her.

He slid one finger inside her, swirling it in her juices, before inserting another finger and doing the same thing.

“So wet for me,” he admired, pushing his two fingers in and out of her, increasing the speed until she was groaning and writhing in the car. Feeling Blaze’s face buried between her legs, while in a car in broad daylight, was absolutely inflammatory.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped, as his tongue probed inside of her, “someone might see us!”

“Who cares? What would they do?”

He had a point.

“Now stop worrying, and come for me,” he commanded, his voice soft but authoritative.

Noelle conceded and gave herself over to the pleasure. Not only was Blaze expertly using his hands and mouth to pleasure her, but also the stubble on his face was rubbing against her, causing the most amazing friction.

Noelle’s breathing got heavier, and she could feel her heart beating erratically in her chest.

“That’s right, Noelle, come for me,” he murmured.

“Argh!” she cried out, her body unable to hold out any longer. She shook violently, her body sweating and sliding against the car seat, but she didn’t care. Blaze never relented, his touch firm and persistent, pushing her on to an even greater climax.

When she finally stopped trembling, and her breathing began to even out, she opened her eyes, lazily looking at Blaze who was still between her legs.

“I guess I should dare you more often,” she teased, her words rolling out thick and slow.

“I suppose so.” He pushed himself upright, wiping the moisture on his upper lip off with the back of his hand.

Noelle was profoundly satisfied.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, climbing back over to the driver’s side.

Noelle tugged her panties back up, and situated herself back in her seat, smoothing her dress down, and running her hands through her hair.

They pulled back out onto the highway.

“I wish we could stay somewhere more private,” he said after a few minutes of silence, “but I’m afraid we’re going to have to stay at the clubhouse during your visit.”

“I figured that’s where we would stay,” Noelle said, puzzled. How could they stay somewhere else when there were important plans to be made?

“I know you’re not comfortable there, and honestly, neither am I. But until this final heist is over, we need to take refuge there and not risk being seen.”

“Is there a plan in place yet for this last job?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. Better to know now what she was in for than to have to wait.

Blaze chewed the inside of his lip, looking almost nervous. It was strange to see him acting anxious, considering how confident he usually was.

“We don’t have all the details yet, but we have the basics down. He paused, glancing over quickly at Noelle. “I have to warn you... it’s going to be risky.”

Noelle sighed. “I figured it would be.”

“But it will be our last. And if this is really going to be the last one we do, then I say we go big or go home.”

Noelle slowly nodded; this was exactly what she had feared, but she had been prepared for this upon her return. There were costs for seeing Blaze again, costs for wanting financial freedom in her life, costs for erratic behavior.

“So,” she prodded, “Are you going to share any of those details with me now?”

“We’re gonna take the high rollers room at the Wynn.”

“Wow.” Noelle started to process the information. She didn’t know much about Vegas, but she knew that the Wynn was probably the most expensive, exclusive, and luxurious hotel on the Strip.

“We’re also upping our numbers this time for protection purposes. A couple of the guys will solely be for safety.”

“Because you shot someone last time,” she added flatly.

Blaze’s eyes hardened, but he kept them on the road. “Yes.”

Noelle looked out the window, her emotions still raw over that incident.

“I shot someone to save either you or myself.” Blaze’s voice was hard.

“I know.”

“Let’s not worry about it anymore. Let’s get to the clubhouse. We’re having a preparation meeting at eight tonight. Tomorrow we’re going to set everything in motion, and then by Sunday, this will all be over.”

Though Blaze was trying to reassure her, Noelle felt anxiety rising in her spine, tensing her posture. They drove on in silence, and Blaze looked over at her.

“You tasted delicious,” he grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

Noelle swatted at him, admiring his arms and broad chest. For what must have been the millionth time, she wondered if she could really have a future with Blaze. Sometimes it seemed effortless and other times it was just craziness.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” It wasn’t a question, and Noelle found it hard to turn Blaze down. He wasn’t a man whose demands could be ignored.

“I was thinking about us.”

“I like that. Continue.”

“I think my meds need to be increased,” she joked half-heartedly. The trouble was she really
did
think that. She was acting with more reckless abandon than ever before. If they were caught tomorrow, she could go to jail for an incredibly long time, or worse, she could be killed. She shuddered thinking of the security guard from three weeks ago.

“I’m serious. This is so reckless, and so unlike me. I’m not making rational decisions. I’m sure a shrink would have a field day with me.”

Blaze frowned. “Well, then... what’s my excuse? I’ve been reckless my whole life!”

“Yes, but you were raised that way,” Noelle pointed out, hoping she wasn’t overstepping a boundary.

“I guess. I felt like my parents never took me seriously because of my disorder. They always wanted to blame everything on my being bipolar. Of course, I didn’t want or care much for their approval most of the time.”

Noelle understood that attitude somewhat. As a small child she had wanted her mother to love her. She never remembered having warm feelings toward her father; all memories of him were associated with fear. But once she reached the age of eight, she became old enough to realize that her mother would never be the kind of mother she desired. And that was when Vivienne took over.

They arrived at the clubhouse, and Noelle was relieved to find it fairly empty.

“Where is everyone?”

“A lot of us have jobs,” Blaze explained, “and others work for the club in ways that I can’t explain. Everyone has some kind of responsibility. This place will fill up tonight though, don’t worry.”

Noelle wished it would stay empty. She had disliked almost every person she had encountered in the club. The guys that helped pull off the last gig had been decent though, especially Derek.

“Where is your dad?” Noelle whispered.

“You don’t have to whisper,” Blaze chuckled, “He’s not here now, so you’re fine.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but he gives me the creeps.”

“You’re not offending me. Come on, let’s put your stuff in my room.”

Blaze pulled her through the long, winding hallway and pushed the door to his bedroom open. Noelle shrieked in surprise. Lying across Blaze’s bed in a sexually suggestive pose was a woman with garish blonde hair, wearing cheap red lingerie.

“What the hell, Candy?” Blaze yelled, moving towards her. “Get up!”

“Hi Blaze,” she slurred, rolling on the bed, pouting when she saw Noelle. “Why did you bring this uppity bitch back?”

“Get up and get out of here,” he growled.

“Oh, don’t be such a downer,” she complained, trying to sit up.

Noelle was too shocked to say anything, but it was clear to her that this “Candy” woman was either drunk or high, possibly both, and that she was very familiar with Blaze’s bedroom.

“I’ve told you before to leave me alone,” he said quietly. “Now get out of here and put your damn clothes on.” He grabbed a heap of clothes on the floor and threw them at her.

She cried out in protest as the clothes hit her bare stomach. She rolled off the bed, the cheap red material of her lingerie stretching unattractively.

“I don’t know what you see in her,” Candy spit, giving Noelle a dirty look.

Blaze rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t.”

“Don’t you miss me, Blaze?” she purred. “Remember how I sucked you off?” she purred, reaching for his crotch. “Don’t you remember what we did to each other?

“Don’t touch me.” His voice dripped with disgust.

Noelle felt a flare of jealously, even though it was clear she no longer had to compete with this woman.

Candy began fumbling with her clothes.

“What the hell?” Noelle muttered under her breath.

Blaze actually looked embarrassed. “I’ll explain later.” He must have seen the alarm on Noelle’s face, because he quickly continued, “Noelle, you have
nothing
to worry about.”

Candy stood up defiantly, pulling a skimpy shirt over her head. Staggering, she went back over to Blaze, reaching for him yet again, but Noelle jumped in before Blaze could speak up.

“Get the hell out of this room,” she snapped.

Candy looked at Noelle, her eyes slowly focusing. “You better watch your back, bitch,” she warned, poking a nicotine-stained finger at Noelle as she squeezed past her.

“Candy!” Blaze called just before she left the room. “If I were you I’d watch what I say. In case you’ve forgotten, Noelle has helped this clubhouse bring in nearly forty million dollars. So if you want to keep fucking gang members, than I suggest you shut the hell up.”

Candy huffed and stomped out of the room.

“Care to explain?” Noelle asked, folding her arms across her chest.

Blaze sighed. “Candy was a mistake that I made about two months ago when I was drunk, and she hasn’t left me alone since. From the moment she saw you, she’s had it out for you, and has been desperately playing for me ever since.”

Noelle couldn’t help but make a disgusted face. The thought of Blaze having sex with Candy was disgusting.

“I didn’t actually
sleep
with her,” Blaze hurried on, as if he read Noelle’s mind. “I only fooled around with her. And I was in a really bad place, not to mention really drunk.”

Noelle realized she had no right to rage against Blaze. Two months ago, she herself had been happily engaged to, and living with, Todd.

“Say no more,” she said, “I don’t like it, but I can’t hold it against you.”

Blaze pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck and sending shivers down her spine. “I want to hold
you
against me.”

Somehow Blaze managed to turn even the cheesiest of lines into something sexy and enticing.

“We still have plenty of time before dinner and the meeting,” he pointed out, tugging at Noelle’s dress, sliding a fingertip across her breasts.

Sighing softly, Noelle closed her eyes, allowing Blaze to touch her wherever he wanted. While kissing her neck, he untied her dress with one hand, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

“I like this dress,” he murmured. He slid his hand down over her bare belly, slipping his fingers into her panties and cupping her sex.

“Oh,” she moaned quietly.

He brushed his fingers against her sex, feeling her moisture. His other hand wrapped around her backside, pushing her closer to him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said gruffly.

He pushed her down on the bed, unzipped his jeans and quickly slid a condom on. Without even bothering to undress himself, Blaze entered her, and Noelle’s mind went blissfully blank as she felt nothing but Blaze inside of her.

A
few hours later, after Noelle was well-fucked and well-fed, she found herself in a room with Blaze and ten other men. Each person in the room would be involved with the heist. Noelle recognized a few familiar faces such as Derek, James, and Benny, as well as a few others she had seen only in passing. All of the men had been respectful to her so far.

As everyone spoke and reviewed the plan, Noelle kept glancing over at Blaze. Their latest session in the bedroom had been the hottest one yet. There had been something raw and animalistic about the way Blaze had remained dressed as he plunged into her. It was as if he had wanted her so badly that he couldn’t even waste time taking his clothes off.

The fact that he had shredded her underwear with his hands probably also had something to do with the heat factor.