Blind Devotion (8 page)

Time passed, and the bike finally came to a stop.
“Where are we?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to leave you on
your own.” He helped her off the bike, removed the helmet, and took her hand.
She followed behind him with sure steps. This was the first time she’d ever
been out walking when she was sure the person wouldn’t hurt her or cause her to
fall. Kenneth always found ways of making her feel unsure on her feet.

He opened the door, and she reached out instinctively
to put her hand on it. Other times, Kenneth made sure she hurt herself.

Stop thinking about him.
He’s not here to take this from you.

Blowing out a breath, she stopped as Pussy placed a
palm on her stomach. Was he purposefully giving her independence?

She didn’t know. Pussy didn’t seem the guy to go out
of his way for a girl. Were they all throwing themselves at him?

“Hey, darling.
We’re looking for a room for the night,” Pussy said.

The hand holding hers released her. She panicked for a
split second then released a sigh as he placed that arm along her shoulders.

“For you and your sister?” the woman asked.

“Nah, babe, this is my woman. We’re having a little
fun before duty calls back at home.” Pussy kissed her temple.

“We don’t do rooms by the hour.”

How dare the bitch say something so mean? Sasha went
to speak up, but Pussy got there before her.

“Get your fucking manager before you seriously piss me
the fuck off, bitch.” Pussy had never once talked to her like that.

Licking her lips, Sasha felt nervous for the girl.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care to hear what you’ve got to say. Get your
fucking manager and you better hope he or she is feeling in a forgiving mood.”

Minutes passed, and she didn’t hear anything else.
“Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?” Sasha asked.

“Bitch was insulting, and I don’t accept crap like
that when it comes to you.” He kissed her head again. “Don’t panic or anything.
I want a room, and I want it without attitude.”

When the manager arrived, Sasha tucked herself against
Pussy. Was he frightening to look at when he was angry? She didn’t think of him
as scary. Tuning out what he was saying, she closed her eyes and inhaled the
scent of him.

What if you could see?

She’d long given up that hope. Right now, she didn’t
need to see with his arms wrapped around her. Pussy made her feel protected.
She knew it was wrong, but she adored his name. Everything about him
contradicted what Kenneth wanted for her.

Pussy was a hard, rough biker with a startling sweet
side.

“I expect a fucking discount for her treatment.”

“Absolutely.
Here, take this room. It’s a beautiful room, and if you need any help
at all, let me know.” She assumed that was the manager stumbling over his
words.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”

Pussy led her out of the room. She went with him.

“Right, we’re going to go up some steps. Are you good
to make them?”

“Yes.”

They took several steps forward, and Pussy paused.
“Step.”

She searched for the step and started the momentum
going up. Pussy’s arms on her waist kept her steady. Making her way up the
flight of stairs was a huge achievement for her. Smiling at the top, she
giggled. “I did it.”

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“At home they installed one of those chairs for me to
get to my room. That was my first flight of steps, and I did it.” She flung her
arms around him, holding on tight.

Pussy laughed with her. She wanted to share this
enjoyment with him.

“He’s really kept you trapped.”

Sasha stopped to think about what he said. He was
right. Kenneth had kept her trapped, afraid to move to the outside world. What
could he hope to achieve with keeping her around?

“Yes, he has.”

“Baby, don’t worry about him. He’s never going to hurt
you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Chaos Bleeds, we’re a family as much as we’re a club.
We won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Could she accept his help?

Did she have a choice?

Her mother couldn’t stop what Kenneth had done.

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore. He’s ruined
my life enough.” She’d barely lived. All of her friends were off having a great
time while she stayed at home, waiting to live. Slowly, she was being beat down,
and having Pussy for company was showing her that.

He took hold of her hand and led her down toward the
room. She didn’t try to steady herself like normal. Sasha trusted him to get
her to where he wanted her safely.

She listened for the click of the lock.

“Right, we’re here.” Pussy opened the door and helped
her inside.

“Is it dark or light out?”

“It’s getting dark.” He flicked the light on.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter if it’s
light or dark.” She tried to smile. Did he like the way she looked? For four
years she’d not looked in a mirror. Was she pretty? He had to like her to get
her off, right? “I’m so confused,” she said.

“Baby, talk to me, and I might be able to help with that
confusion.” He ran his hands up and down her arms, comforting her.

“No, I can’t ask you this. It’s crazy, and I’m sure
women’s magazines would be against me asking something like this,” she said.

Pussy chuckled. “Just ask.”

Letting out a sigh, she nibbled on her lip. “Okay, do
you find me attractive?” she asked.

“Baby, you’ve got no idea how hot you make me. You’re
so fucking perfect and beautiful. You put other women to shame.”

She smiled.
“Really?”

“Does this feel like I want to fuck something ugly?”
He placed her hand on the hard ridge of his cock.
Wow.
No, it didn’t feel like he wanted to fuck something ugly. “This
is what you do to me.”

His other hand went underneath her chin, tilting her
head back. She didn’t know what she was looking at. This was what she hated the
most, the lack of knowing where her gaze fell.

“I like what I do to you,” she said.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Did he want her to say anything or to deny him? She
wanted to feel his lips on hers.

He moved some of her hair out of the way, and then his
mouth was on hers. At first they were gentle, exploring hers. His tongue glided
over her lips, and she moaned at the smallest contact.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, muttering the
words against her.

“Please don’t stop.” She needed his lips on hers.
There was no way she’d be able to survive without his kiss.

Pussy plundered her mouth, and she whimpered.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Kiss me back.” He stroked his
tongue along her own, and she met him stroke for stroke, tasting him. She loved
the feel of him and the way he licked along her lips before going inside. He
broke the kiss first, kissing down her neck.

You don’t know him.

She didn’t know him, yet her body was more than happy
to have him touching her.

“Let’s get rid of this jacket and make you a little
more comfortable.” He pushed her jacket from her shoulders, and she heard it
fall to the floor. With her arms free, she wrapped them around his body,
rubbing herself against him.

“Fuck, baby, you make me want to do crazy shit to keep
you.” He cupped her cheeks, turning her head this way and that. She couldn’t
fight him or her body. For once she craved to do something that would make her
feel good and no one else.

His lips moved down to her collarbone. His tongue slid
over her pulse. The shirt she wore stopped him from going any further.

“You’re going to have to tell me to stop, Sasha. I
want you, and if you let me, I’ll fuck you all night long and show you what
you’ve been missing,” he said.

Chapter Five

Pussy waited patiently for her to respond. The light
was on, and it was almost nightfall outside. His cock was causing him some
problems, he was so hard. Gritting his teeth, he continued to wait for her
response.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Her eyes were on his chest. Could it be possible for
her to see him one day? Pussy didn’t know the answer, and he didn’t care. He’d
have her any way he could get her.

“I’ll take it slow. I know this is your first time.”

“Are you going to eat my pussy?” she asked. Her cheeks
were a lovely shade of red. He wondered what he could do to her in order to
have her all a nice shade of red.

Removing his jacket, he threw it to the bed. Taking
his cell phone out of his pocket, he turned it off so he wouldn’t be called
away from taking time with her body.

“What are you doing?”

During the hours they were together, he’d noticed she
hated silence. She’d ask questions or say stuff to fill in any gaps.

“I’m turning my phone off. I don’t want the club
interrupting me. Tonight is all about you, and if I have to answer my phone,
then it stops being about you and all about them.”

“I wouldn’t mind, if you had to answer the call.”

“When I start eating your pussy, Sasha, I’m not going
to want to stop.” He gave her his full attention. “Now, I’m going to ask you
one more time, do you want to do this?

She stayed still for the longest time, frowning. How
could she not see? Her eyes were filled with so much emotion, and yet she
didn’t even know what he looked like.

“Yes, I want to do this.” She started to fumble with
her shirt. Reaching out, he placed his palm over her shaking hands, and she
immediately stopped.

“There’s no rush for us to do anything,” he said.
Stop it, you fucking idiot. You want her. Stop
giving her reasons not to want you.

“Pussy, I want this. Please, I’ve spent the last four
years feeling like I can’t do anything. Don’t take away the few hours of
pleasure you’ve promised me.”

“You’re a virgin,” he said.

What the fuck are you doing?

“You’re not. You know what you’re doing. Can’t you
take the lead and do what you always do with women?” she asked.

He didn’t want to treat her like he did other women.

Stop being a pussy and give her what she wants.

Fisting his palms at his side, he reached out to cup
her face.

“I only ask one thing,” she said.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Talk to me all the way through. I hate silence, and
it makes me nervous.”

Pussy smiled. “You want me to talk dirty to you.”

“Yes. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I can do that, baby.” He tugged off his shirt. Taking
hold of her hand, he pressed her palm to his chest. “I’ve taken my shirt off.
You can touch me now and feel how naked I am.”

He watched her lick her lips.

“Do you have tattoos?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about them.”

Taking hold of her hand, he pushed her palm up to his
left arm. “I’ve got the Chaos Bleeds symbol here. It’s a skull-and-crossbones,
metallic in appearance. Quite a few of the guys have this symbol on their
bodies.” Down he went to around his wrist. “I thought it was ironic to have a
pair of cuffs inked around my wrists. I’m not held by the law, but I’m held by
my club. I’d do anything for them.”

“Even go to prison.”

“Sasha, I’d die for the club, that’s how serious this
commitment is.”

“Would they do the same for you?” she asked.

“Yes, they would.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I know my club. We’ve been through a lot together to
get here. They wouldn’t stop there if they didn’t have to.” He let her stroke
the inside of his wrists. Pussy refused to think about why. The feel of her
fingers lightly touching his skin made him feel alive in ways he didn’t think
was possible, especially to him. For so long he’d been taking his pleasure from
endless women without any care for them. He cared what Sasha felt.

With her first time, he wished to make it as memorable
as possible.

Be real, you don’t want any other man to touch what’s yours.

In such a short space of time Sasha had gone from
being “the blind girl” to someone more. Devil was right. He’d never gone to
this much trouble for anyone else, not even Lexie or Ashley.

“What other ink do you have?” she asked.

He took her hand and slowly stroked over the top part
of his body going from arm to arm, across his chest then over his stomach. She
didn’t say anything, only smiled every now and then when he pointed out certain
marks on his body.