Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 (10 page)

It’s three in the fucking morning and I’m lying handcuffed to the hottest woman I’ve ever met in my life. I’ve got the world’s largest hard-on in the history of hard-ons and I’m slowly dying.

On second thought, watching porn might not have been such a good idea. Who would have thought Katie could go to sleep with all the moaning and shit going on? Who would have thought having me naked in bed beside of her,
obviously willing
, while all the moaning was going on wouldn’t affect her?

Shit, apparently I’m losing my touch. She’s lying there looking so fucking sexy that it should be illegal—in my shirt, too—and she’s just sleeping away. Meanwhile, if I don’t come, I will probably be foaming at the mouth while rocking back and forth speaking gibberish.

I get that she’s mad at me and I should stay away from her. There’s something about Katie, though. I don’t think she has a mean bone in her body. I don’t. Her faith and love in her sister Beth is evident. That means I’m missing something here. Worse, it means that Skull is missing something too. I think Katie holds the key and I need her to open up to me. If it will help me figure out what’s going on as well as get my brother his daughter, don’t I owe it to Skull to try? That’s really all I’m doing. I’m just making sure my brother knows the full story and helping him get the daughter he was denied.

That’s the pep talk I give myself when I unlatch the handcuff from my wrist. Next, as delicately as possible, I pull the covers off of Katie’s body. My shirt has gathered up around her hips. She’s wearing this sexy red piece of cloth that hides her pussy from me. That’s the first thing that has to go. I move to the foot of the bed, hooking my fingers in her panties and pulling them down as slowly and as carefully as I can. My eyes watch her face the entire time. She mumbles in her sleep, but shows no signs of waking up. 

Now, I’m a man who loves pussy. I’ve made a point of worshipping at the altar of pussy. I’m a fucking connoisseur. But Katie’s pussy is something special. It’s bare, so fucking smooth, the lips are plump and soft, and the color is this delicate pink, all feminine and gorgeous. All that, and then the aroma. Fuck me, if I could smell nothing for the rest of my life but the scent of Katie’s sweet cunt when she’s horny, I could die a happy man. I haven’t touched her yet, but even now in her sleep, her pussy is begging for attention. Her arousal coats the lips of her entrance. I take a minute to just take this sight in. Her hips are flared out perfectly, and she’s got this curve in her waist with this sexy little pouch that I just want to nibble on. She’s all woman and I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling a more beautiful one.

I place a line of soft kisses along her hip bone. I keep the pressure light, as I don’t want to wake her right away. I need her to be on the verge of a climax before she does. It’s underhanded and sneaky, I can admit it, but I’m hoping if I play my cards right that she’ll return the favor and suck my cock. The poor fucker has been craving her all day and night. 

Katie moans and her hips thrust up just enough to show me that even in her sleep she’s receptive to me. I kiss down to her pussy. I nearly groan aloud at the taste of a light hint of cream there. I pull her lips apart and then moan at the beautiful dessert bared in front of me. I blow softly against the tender exposed flesh. Katie whimpers, but luckily doesn’t wake up. I flatten my tongue and lick her slowly, humming as her sweet taste gathers on my tongue.

Even asleep and relaxed, I can feel her clit easily. I zero in on it, licking in short, fast strokes. I can feel it grow larger in my mouth from my attention, demanding more. I suck it into my mouth, capturing it and focusing all of my attention on it.

“Hunter,” she moans from above me. I feel her fingers dive into my hair, pulling me to her in want.

Hunter.

I’ve had that name forever. I never really liked it. I embraced the name Torch when Skull gave it to me. All day long, since I discovered who she truly was, Katie has been calling me Torch. I accepted it, didn’t think a thing about the change from the night. Except for now. Now, in this one small moment with nothing but complete honesty from our bodies, it’s different. Katie is still more than half asleep, and yet the first thing she does is wrap her fingers into my hair, lift her legs over my shoulders, and tilt her body to bring her pussy closer to me. All that would be enough, but she gives me my name on her lips. My name while she’s caught up in passion. My name…
Mine.

I let that sink in, humming my pleasure against her clit before releasing it with a wet, popping noise.
I look up to find her eyes on me—hazy gray beauties filled with sleep and lust. Definitely better than the emerald she disguised them in yesterday.

Definitely.

I drag my fingers through her pussy, letting her desire coat them.
I go back to manipulating her clit, this time with two fingers pinching and kneading the little nub. I’m rewarded when I feel it harden and swell even more against my fingers. Her body shudders with hunger.

“Hunter,” she moans again as I move my fingers down and thrust two inside of her tight channel.

“You like that, sweetness?”

“Oh, oh… fuck!” her sweet voice stutters. Her fingernails clench against my head, biting into me. Her feet push down on my upper back as she opens herself up more to me. She tries to push up to meet the driving force of my fingers.

“You’ve got the hottest pussy, Katie. So ready to be fucked,” I growl, pushing my thumb against her clit while I continue finger-fucking her at a steady pace, priming her for more.

“Hunter, please…” she gasps.

“Do you want my tongue again, Katie?” I question her.

“God,” she moans, her head pushing back against the pillow in abandon. Her cream floods over my fingers, so sticky, hot, and wet that my dick would sink inside of her tight depths easily. Motherfucker, I want that, but for now, this isn’t about me and what I want.

“Tell me you want me to eat out your hungry little pussy, Katie. Do it and I’ll give you what you need.”

She moans, but ignores my demand. I pull my fingers out and then ram them forcefully back inside of her. She cries out, but I don’t move them. I hold them still inside of her. My thumb does the same, pushing hard on her clit but not moving, just giving her constant pressure. Her hips lunge up, her feet press down, and her body curls up off the bed as she twists and turns, trying to take control.
I can’t allow that.

I pull my fingers from her sweet honey. I use my fingers to stretch the lips wide open, then deliver a hard slap, reprimanding her. Her moans break into a cry and then a soft gasp as I see her pussy contract with hunger while more sweet cream gathers.
Jesus
. Watching that and hearing the noises she makes is all so sexy and hot that I spank it again.

“Tell me, Katie,” I demand, refusing to let her move. Showing her that I’m the one in charge.

“I want you to fucking eat my pussy!” she screams in frustration when she realizes I’m not letting her move.

If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d laugh. That’s beyond me right now. In reward for giving me what I wanted, I slam my fingers back inside her pussy. At the same time, I let my tongue lash her clit, flicking it over and over before curving around and sucking it into my mouth, owning her, tasting her,
devouring her
.

I can feel the way her muscles are rippling around my fingers, signaling that her climax is close. I keep torturing her clit and pussy, but take my other hand and find that small, snug entrance to her ass. Someday before our ride ends, my cock is going to claim that ass.
Someday soon…

I stop sucking on her clit long enough to capture it between my teeth, applying light pressure, just enough to cause a little pain while I torment it. Then, I slip my finger into her ass past the knuckle. I curl it, scraping her tender walls as her muscles tighten up against the unfamiliar invasion. She cries out as I let go of her clit and bury my face in her pussy, devouring it. My fingers and tongue discover every inch of her sweet cunt, all while my finger possesses her ass. She detonates. Her pussy tries to ride my face, her thighs tightening up against my head and trying to smother me in her creamy cum.

I don’t stop even when her orgasm is done. I keep at it until she goes over the edge again. This time when she climaxes, she does it screaming my name. 

Hunter.

“Good morning, sweetness,” Torch says, licking his lips and looking like it’s just another day.

Like he didn’t just give me two mind-blowing orgasms. Like he wasn’t still between my legs.
Dear Lord! If Beth could see me now, she’d kill me. How did I completely lose control?

“What was that?” I ask Torch like an idiot.

“You don’t know?”

“Okay, I know what it was, but why? Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to. Because you wanted me to. In fact, I think we should do it again. You’re way too uptight. Let’s go for round three,” he decides, pulling my body back to his mouth. I start kicking in a downward motion, hitting his back with the bottoms of my feet.

“No!
Stop that!
Will you get up from there??”

“That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago.”

“Torch…”

“No. You called me Hunter. I think the correct phrase was, ‘I want you to eat my fucking…’”

I whack him over the head with my pillow to shut him up. That’s when I see the handcuff that he conveniently unhooked himself from hanging on my arm. That’s a good reminder.
A great one, really.
He grabs the pillow midair and grins at me.

“Stop! Stop giving me that look!”

“What look is that, sweetness? The one that says I know what you taste like first thing in the morning? That I can still taste you on my tongue?”

I jump off the bed, needing to get away from him to think. “You don’t get to do this. This doesn’t get to happen now!”

“Why the fuck not?” he asks, and his easygoing attitude is definitely missing now.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know, Torch, maybe
this!”
I growl, shaking the arm that still has the handcuffs attached to it. He stands up, his cock rock hard and his body a piece of art, and I’m doing my best not to get distracted.
But it’s hard!
And, yes, the pun was intended. I’m dying to give in, but know I can’t. At least, not yet. I need to figure out my next move, and whatever it is, it has to help me escape and get to Beth, not get laid.

“How about you let me show you how women love it when I cuff them?”

“How about you cover up your boner and let me go back to sleep, where I was quite happy before you woke me?”

“You weren’t complaining, earlier.”

“I was asleep!”

“The fuck you were!”

“I was, in the beginning! And will you cover up, damn it?”

“Why, sweetness? Does the sight of my cock bother you?”

“Yes!”             

“Does it make you hungry?” he asks, shaking it.

That does it. It’s time I stopped plotting. If Torch wants to be a dick, then it’s time I show him what happens. 

“Fine! It does. Is that what you want to hear? I liked fucking you. I enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it?”

“
Immensely
,” I tell him, disgusted. “But that doesn’t change the fact that we were a one-night stand and you’re holding me here against my will.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that we still want each other, either, or are you going to deny that you’re turned on right now?”

“No. I’m not. I’m big enough to admit that I like sex and you’re pretty good in bed.”

“Pretty good?”

“Will you get over your gigantic ego? Jesus, it’s a bigger choking hazard than your cock. You’re a man who’s had a lot of sex. Of
course
you’re good in bed. but there are others out there who are just as good. You’re not special because you know how to give a woman an orgasm.”

“I think I gave you more than that, but maybe you need a reminder.”

“What are you going to do with me, Torch?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you…”

“No, I mean what’s your endgame here? You have me. So, what now? Are you going to drag me back against my will to my cousins so they can finish what my fucking grandfather and father started?”

He seems taken back by my question, and I have no idea why he should be.

“We don’t make deals with the fucking Donahues,” he says.

“Then what exactly are you holding me for?”

“Your sister nearly destroyed my brother!” he growls. “Do you know what it did to him to think he killed the woman he loved? Do you know what it did to him to discover Beth was alive and to find that out through a man he fucking hates? Throw in the fact that he has a
daughter
he didn’t know about…”

“Bullshit!”

“What?”

“You heard me! Bull-
fucking
-shit! Your ‘brother’ knew Beth was alive and had his daughter, but when she reached out to him for help, he paid her to disappear!”

“You’re fucking insane. That shit did not happen.”

“Really? Because I was there, Torch, and let me tell you, it happened and it nearly destroyed my sister. So, if you think I’m going to sit around and wait for you to drag me back to Kentucky just so your brother can fuck Bethie all over again, then you’re the insane one.”

“Damn it, Katie, I’m telling you that… that did not…”

“Save it. I was there. You weren’t. In case you’re wondering, pretty boy, if it’s between trusting you and your overused cock and protecting my sister,
she
wins every damn time.”

With that, I limp into the bathroom and slam the door, since I couldn’t stomp like I wanted too. Once I lock the door, I slide down to the floor and stare up at the ceiling. I have to get out of here and find Bethie and Gabby. I can’t let my stupidity be the reason she loses Gabby. Colin said he made a deal with Skull. He hired Skull to bring us back to him and in exchange, Skull gets to keep his child. Bethie and I were convinced he was lying, but it’s clear now that he wasn’t. It’s also clear that I should’ve listened to my sister and never spent the night with Torch.

I just hope Bethie’s not the one who ends up paying for my stupidity.