Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 (11 page)

“So you’re taking me back to Colin,” Katie says dejectedly.

I refuse to feel guilty here. I have nothing to feel guilty about and she’s not even trying to believe what I’m telling her, which pisses me off.

“Damn it, Katie. Skull will not turn you or Beth over to Colin,” I tell her for the hundredth time. It’s true, he won’t. I conveniently leave out that Beth might prefer that to what Skull will do with her; that’s a battle for another time.

“Yeah. Sure. You have such faith in your
brother
. Whatever. When are we heading out?”

I don’t know if I want to shake some sense into her, or kiss her. “In a few minutes. I just need to say goodbye to Latch and Sabre first,” I tell her, throwing my t-shirt on and rolling it down my chest. I’d hoped she’d change her mind about sex, but it seems she’s intent on not having sex again. I don’t know why that fucking pisses me off more than anything else, but it does. And the fact that it does, pisses me off even
more. I mean the least she could have done was sucked my cock, after I gave her
two
orgasms. Her outrage didn’t even bother coming out until she got hers. Women. Fucking hell. This is why I will never do a relationship.
Never
.

“They’re not coming with us?” she asks, confused.

“No. They have to get back to Annie. Latch’s sister got into some kind of trouble. They’re going to drive straight through.  Skull wants us to take our time while he gets things ready there,” I tell her, refusing to look at her.

“You mean he wants us to drag our feet to give my sister time to come out of hiding and try to save me?” she asks. “And who is Annie?”

Really the fucking woman is too smart for her own good.

“I’d deny it, but you wouldn’t believe me anyway, and Annie is their woman,” I tell her, slipping on my boots. “I’ll be back after I say goodbye to my brothers.”

“They share a woman? Are you guys, like, polygamists? Shit. Bethie has no idea what sick fucks you guys are.”

“Just because they happen to love the same woman doesn’t make them sick. They’re completely sewn up over her and treat her like a queen. If Annie’s happy, you don’t need to fucking judge her,” I growl, really pissed off at her now. Shit, I don’t think I’d ever be able to share a woman I loved fulltime, but it works for them, so what-the-fuck-ever. I don’t ever intend on having a relationship that lasts more than a few weeks. Month, at the most. So it’s not like that fucking matters.

“Of course Annie’s happy. That’s, like, every woman’s fantasy. Shit I want to be her.”

“You just got all self-righteous about it!” I don’t like the idea of two men sharing Katie at all.

“Only because I thought they had, like, six wives or some shit. What you just described is hot as hell. Hmm, you seem to have a lot of brothers. Maybe you could hook me up with a couple to play with. If I’m going to be held there against my will, I might as well have fun.”

“Sorry, baby. I offered you my dick last night and you turned it down. I’m the only option available to you. So, all of this,” I say, making a sweep over my body like a game show model, just to piss her off, “I’ll just give to someone else. You’ll just have to go without any while you’re at the clubhouse.”

“Not likely.”

Those two words bother me. Is she planning on fucking some of the other brothers? That shouldn’t get to me; she’s just a one-night stand. I’ll most definitely be finding a replacement tonight since she seems to have her legs closed permanently. No matter my plans though, the thought of Katie fucking any of my other brothers pisses me off.

I’m jerked out of my thoughts when her voice brings my attention back to her. “You cannot seriously be contemplating wearing that t-shirt out of this room.”

I look down at my blue t-shirt with the yellow writing that says
Choking Hazard
and has a yellow arrow pointing down to my dick. I look back at Katie with a smile. “You inspired me.”

“Where the fuck do you get these shirts? And how do they let you out at night by yourself?”

“Don’t be jealous, sweetness. I’d let you choke on my cock tonight over the chick I’ll end up picking up. You’re the one who told me no. If you change your mind before I head out, the offer still stands,” I tell her with a wink. “At least, for a couple more hours.” She throws a pillow at me, but I just grin. “I’ll be right outside. Don’t make me sorry I didn’t chain you back up,” I tell her, leaving my parting shot. I close the door just as she starts screaming. Good times really. I’d be lying my ass off if I didn’t admit that I love sparring with her. 

“I hate you!” the muffled yell broadcasts through the door.

“Sounds like you guys are getting along just great,” Latch says. He and Sabre are standing over by their bikes, looking impatient.

“I always like to leave them screaming for more,” I joke as we say our goodbyes and slap each other a little too hard on the back. I still say I hit harder.
Bastards
.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Sabre asks me. I swear, since he hooked up with Annie he worries over everything.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll drag my feet a day or two just to see if Beth is going to follow us, and it’s not like the Donahues know I’m bringing Beth back anyway.”

“Yeah, I know. I just got a weird feeling about this shit.”

“You always have feelings lately. You’re worse than a fucking mother hen.
I’ll be fine
,” I reiterate.

“Whatever, fucker. Just don’t let your dick get in the way of the big picture.”

“Shit, it
takes
a big picture to actually hold my dick.”

They shake their heads and Latch’s laughter is loud, which is good. Something is going on with him. He and Sabre haven’t said a lot about it, but Latch is going back overseas soon. Shocked the fuck out of all of us that he’d leave Sabre and Annie, let alone Lucy.

“Check in, asshole,” Sabre orders.

“Will do, mom.”

“I’m serious, man. Something about this whole damn thing isn’t sitting right with me. I’m not sure what it is. You mentioned Katie thinks Skull pushed Beth away. We know that shit didn’t happen. So what the fuck really did?”

“You think it’s the Donahues?”

“Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. It just seems like the Donahues have always been one step ahead of us, even when we were at war.”

“A mole,” I answer, and it is an answer, because I’ve had the same thought. We all have. Skull and I have had that discussion often. Pistol was the number one suspect, but he tried to save Bethie and got himself gut-shot in the process. Fucker almost died. The fact that he put his life on the line for Beth is the only reason Skull hasn’t killed the motherfucker himself.

“Maybe. There sure is something going on. You better watch your fucking back.”

“Will do. You do the same.”

“Always. Later, bro,” Sabre says, starting up his bike.

He and Latch wave as I turn back around to look at the motel room where Katie is. It shouldn’t make me fucking happy that I’m alone with her for a few days.

But it does.

He’s watching me like a damn hawk, but so far he hasn’t handcuffed me again. So there’s that, at least.

I’ve been trying to be on my best behavior while being an ass to him so I don’t rouse his suspicions. We’ve been driving all day and we’re just now in Oklahoma. I was worried when he started driving, afraid he had somehow found out that Bethie was here, but he’s too relaxed and laidback. Still, if I could get away from him now, it would be perfect.

We pull into a truck stop diner. I have a look around, secretly jumping up and down. These are my people. I can totally use that to my advantage. It’s a giant gas and shower station with big rigs parked everywhere in the back, and there’s a diner stowed away behind the main store. The trick here will be to get away. It won’t be easy. He may not be chaining me to him for now, but he’s not taking his eyes off of me either. I need to play it smart.

“Gee, Torch. You think you could spring for a steakhouse or something?” I complain.

“They have steak,” he defends, shutting off my jeep.

“There was a steakhouse down the road that looked great. I bet they even show you to your seats and bring you peanuts.”

“Poor Katie, having to rough it with the regular folk. Sorry, sweetness. We’ll eat here and you’ll enjoy it. Besides, it’s barely noon. I want breakfast.”

“Whatever.”

“Just be on your best behavior. If I have to, I’ll put you back in cuffs. Don’t test me.”

“Yes sir, master.”

“Damn, I think I’d like that. Tell me, Katie, would you be a good little slave or would I need to punish you?”

“If ‘good’ means biting your dick off and leaving you in a pool of blood, sure,” I return. I could almost grin at the way he rubs his cock. 

“You’re a vicious woman, sweetness.”

He really has no idea. He’s not prepared for the thoughts running through my head. I’d hate to do it, really, but I’m desperate. I’ll feel bad for him after it’s done. First, I’m going to eat. Fucker took all my stuff and I can’t get it from the back of the jeep when I make my break. If I did that, he’d catch me again. No. Whatever I do, I have to do fucking quick. I’m going to eat because who the hell knows when I’ll get food again. Probably not until I meet up with Bethie, and that could be a while. I really am surprised that he’s leaving me out of the handcuffs. But then, he has no idea I’ve made a living out of escaping from men who have held me prisoner. He’s pretty, but it’s sad; he might not be as smart as I’d given him credit for. Maybe all his brains are in his massive dick. My insides quiver at the thought of his cock. I’d never tell him because he’s an ass and, on top of that, his ego can’t take much more inflating. The truth is, I wanted to throw myself at him last night. Even now as I plan my escape, I’m dying to be with him just one last time. He’s so damn addictive. I wanted to scream when he talked about finding my replacement tonight.
Fuck him
. That, right there, is why I never needed a man. I will not fall into the same rabbit hole that my sister did. I can see just how well that worked out for her.

We sit down at one of the booths. A waitress comes by, instantly flirting with Torch.
Like his ego needs that boost.
He’s eating it up like a kid diving into the birthday cake. I hide behind the menu and roll my eyes. He keeps looking at me, so I know he’s trying to see if it bothers me. Why should it bother me that some woman’s flirting with him like a bitch in heat? I mean, could she
get
any more obvious?

“Looks like you’ve found my replacement for the night,” I tell him when she leaves after taking our order. I busy myself with arranging my silverware and putting the laminated menu back in the holder, refusing to look at him.

“Jealous, sweetness? All you have to do is say the word.”

“What word would that be? Male whore? Oh wait, that’s two words.”

He leans into the table. I can’t stop my eyes from locking onto his green ones. He really is like a giant man-child and I would love to get caught up in this happy enthusiasm that he has bundled up inside of him. I think it’s what drew me to him in the first place.

“I didn’t see you complaining about me when you were opening your legs and begging me inside,” he says, and his voice changes. He’s not happy-go-lucky right now, not even a little bit. Now, he’s pissed. His eyes sparkle, but there’s anger in them.

Gee. Did I hit a sore spot? He can go fuck himself if he thinks I’ll apologize. I shrug. That’s the only response he gets. I ignore the part of me that wants to apologize and laugh again. That part is what got me in this mess. I need to get back to Beth, not get caught up trying to… shit, I’m not even sure what I’d be trying to do. Torch was a one-night stand. A bad decision. A really bad decision, that’s all he is and all he will ever be. 

My mind’s made up. We finish eating our meal in silence.