Burning Ember (19 page)

She doesn’t speak again. And the only sound is our grunts filling the room.

I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe ten minutes, twenty, but I feel her approaching. Doll and Dozer walk by my door. Her aqua irises land on me. That zing I feel when our eyes connect hits me like a battering ram and heat infuses my hard-on, spreads like a brush fire through my body. I close my eyes and throw my head back. Images of Doll, not Dana, barrel through my mind. My hand cupping her angelic face. My thumb rubbing over her dotted cheek as her luscious lips wrap around me. Lastly, her crimson strands tangled around my fist. Groaning out, I pump my release into the condom.

All of the darkness that constantly fills me instantly leaves my body. For a few seconds, an intoxicating sort of bliss cools my chest. My mind clears, and my limbs slacken.

All from a look. One. Fucking. Look.

Christ.

What in the fuck would happen if I lived through what I just imagined? If I had the real thing in my arms? Next to my body? In my bed?

Talk about total mind fuck.

My cock hardens as if I didn’t just dump a truckload of cum into this bitch. It’s ready to go again. Only it wants nothing to do with the clubpiece in front of me. It wants the girl who, with a simple glance, can hijack my body and mind. The one who just watched me fuck Star.

Fuck. I’m one sick fucking bastard.

Guilt hits me, makes my heart heavy. I rub my hands over my face.
What’s happening to me?

I pull out of Star and discard the condom, toss it in the trash. After tucking my cock away and zipping up, I slap Star on her ass. “Get dressed.”

Star grabs her skirt off the floor and slips it on.

I escort her out of my office, but when I turn to go to my room, she stops me by latching on and pulling on my wrist. Clenching my teeth together, I pull my arm from her grip.

“We could go again. Make a night of it. Just you and me. You’re still hard.” She gestures to the hard-on I’m sporting. The one that’s not for her. For a second, I consider it. I could use her until we’re both raw. I could exhaust myself inside Star and attempt to purge Doll from my mind. If only for a night.

But when I look at Star and really see her, her pale skin, her bleached blonde hair, and fake tits, I know that’s not possible. And why would I waste the time and energy fucking a girl that doesn’t have the ability to make me come?

I shake my head. “Nah, I’m gonna crash. You go out there and make someone else’s night.” A few of the older patch holders are still milling around in the main room.

“I thought—”

“What?”

Disappointment flashes over her face and it’s almost amusing. “I just thought—” Her voice is sharp.

“I wanted pussy, babe, ‘cause my cock hasn’t had any in a while. That’s it. That’s all that was.”

Her face falls and I almost feel sorry for her. “It could be more than that. Just give me a chance.”

I can’t help it. I let out a humorless laugh. “With me? You blind? Do you not see that I don’t give a fuck for the women around here?”

“I’d stop sleeping around, Mav and just be with you.”

Any patience I had with her drains out. I let out a long breath and shake my head. Then mutter, “It’s always the fuckin’ same.”

“What is?”

“Nothin’.” I try to walk away but she grabs my cut. Which fuels the fire kindling inside me. “How many times do I gotta tell you? Don’t fuckin’ touch me!” I forcibly remove her hands.

“Just . . . just tell me. What were you going to say?”

I unclench my jaw and say, “Star, look the fuck around you. We like to ride, drink, and fuck. You’re here because we need someone to do the latter with. That’s it. It’s not too fuckin’ complicated. Once in a while, we meet a special girl and we put a patch on her. But she’s hardly ever . . . ever a clubpiece. She’s special because she’s not a cum dumpster for every one of our brothers to get off on. You don’t fit that fuckin’ bill. And you never will.”

“What about Lily?”

“Lily’s fuckin’ smokin’ and she’s got a heart of gold.
She’s . . . special
.”

“But I’m not?”

“No. You’re too fake. You’re—”

Her hand moves to slap me, but I catch it three inches from my face. My eyes widen.

What the fuck!

This crazy bitch.

And I was trying to give her a clue she’s wasting her youth and ruining herself sticking around here, getting used by every brother who wants a wet mouth or a wet hole for the night. Not one of them is ever going to claim her. She’s better off leaving and finding a good man who doesn’t see her like we all do.

I slam her against the wall—cup my hand around her throat. Really choking her this time. Her eyes bulge out and she claws at my hand.

The last woman who slapped me was Dana. And it was the last thing she did before she disappeared on me. The next time I saw her after that, I nearly killed her. I would have, if my brothers hadn’t of pulled me away. The rage that’s pulsing through me boils to an inferno.

“Try that shit again and I will fuckin’ end you. You got me?”

I throw her to the side and she falls to one knee before quickly using the wall to stagger to her feet.

“In fact, get the fuck out of my clubhouse. You’re done.” I’m gonna do her a favor. One she won’t likely thank me for now. But in the end, she’ll be better off. Plus, she’s getting clingy. It’s time to cut her loose.

“No. Mav! No. Please don’t!”

I point toward the door. “Grinder,” I call out.

Grinder’s been a member for a long time. He’s seen it all. He’s got no problem taking care of her. He’s big and bald, and one-half of his face looks like it’s been put through the meat grinder, something he got in a fire, hence the name. He’s good at handling the women because he scares the hell out of them. Lucky for me, he’s off Nick babysitting duty tonight.

He stands and ushers a crying and pleading Star to the front door.

With rapid strides, I hightail it up to the second floor. Once there, I rub my hands over my head and growl out my frustration.

Always the same goddamn thing with these girls. Are they fucking stupid? We’re not white fucking knights in leather armor. Prince Charming doesn’t live in the den of the devil or share his soul with a sex-craved demon. Grow the fuck up and open your eyes. We’re bastards to our core and we don’t give a fuck.

I stop at Dozer’s door, halt in my tracks by the conversation I can hear on the other side. They’re talking. No moans or cries of pleasure. But for some fucked up reason, I hate the fact that he’s getting to know her. That he’s possibly learning who she really is. My subconscious yells,
that should be me!

Shut the fuck up!
I yell back.
You dumb fucker.

My chest hurts and I swear to God my heart could be covered with dry ice ‘cause it burns and yet it’s so cold I can’t stand it. I don’t want it inside of me any longer. I swear to fuck it’s incinerating me slowly from the inside out.

Misunderstandings are the work of creative minds riddled with fear.

MAVERICK

It’s nine o’clock and I’m done waiting. After checking the crash room and verifying Dozer is sprawled out on the bed there, I walk in, go through Dozer’s pants until I find his keys, and remove the one I need.

In no time, I’m back at his door and slip the key into the doorknob. The door doesn’t unlock. When I twist it the other way, it locks. Because it was never fucking locked to start with.

I remember what Taz told Dozer and me the other morning, about the door being open. That it looked to him like Pumpkin was expecting company. I didn’t give it a second thought then. But now . . .

Now I want some goddamn answers. Like is she leaving it open for Dozer because he plans to come back, or because she’s hoping he will?

I heard him leave her room last night, so I know nothing happened between them. But for all I know they could have planned to get together later, after everyone was out for the night.

I try to tamp down the flood of jealousy rolling through me. But the feeling brings back memories of Dana giving an appreciative glance to a few of my brothers and how much that riled me at the time.

When I saw Dana for the first time at the car show on the fourth of July, I’d instantly been drawn to her. Every day until the day she left, she was the only woman I wanted in my bed. It was different for her though. In the eight months we’d been together, I caught her sizing up Edge once or twice. She loved watching others get it on. Got a rise out of being in the middle of a party when the lounge room turned into a fucking orgy. She’d beg me to take her right then. When I did, her orgasms were always more intense.

Where I wanted to keep her to myself, she relished voyeurism, and being watched. I don’t doubt she would have been all over a threesome if I’d ever suggested it.

For some fucked up reason, I wonder if Doll is the same way. She already has eyes for Dozer and for me. That much I can tell. But how far does that go? Does she really want to be a clubpiece if given the opportunity?

I push open the door.

The room is immaculate. It holds both her flowery scent and the hint of Dozer’s after-shave. The window in the room is open and the blinds are drawn up. Doll’s lying on her side, in the middle of the bed. She’s so small she only takes up a third of the mattress. Her red hair’s fanned out over Dozer’s pillow.

For a brief moment, an image of Dana sprawled out on my bed flashes through my mind. When Dana first came to the clubhouse, I talked her into getting clean. She had a rough time at first, but I nursed her through the worst parts. I remember her sleeping a lot during those first few days.

A breathy sound escapes Doll and she rolls to her back. I think for a second that I’ve woke her, but her eyes remain closed and she continues to breathe deeply.

Her gray tank top has ridden up and reveals her flat stomach. She has a tiny innie belly button and freckled skin. A sheet covers the lower half of her, but it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra as her nipples pebble against the cotton covering them.

I’m taken back to my office and to how her nipples hardened for me when I brushed my fingers over them.

Heat floods my limbs. A mixture of lust and anger.

Any of my brothers could have walked in to see her like this. Guaran-fucking-teed, they wouldn’t have walked away without touching her.

Directing my anger on the only thing I can, I kick the bed. Hard. She stirs again but doesn’t wake. I don’t relent though. I lean over and push on the mattress until it jars her awake, or at least until her eyes flicker open.

“Luce?” she asks on a breathy whisper. “What are you doin’ in here?”

I think she’s still half-asleep because her eyes are half closed. “Sorry to disappoint, Doll, but I’m not whoever that is.”

Her eyes blink a few times and she hurries to pull up the sheet. “What time is it?”

I cross my arms and stare down at her. “Nine o’clock.”

She just looks up at me vacantly.

“You got people waitin’ to be fed and jobs to do. You’re not on a fuckin’ vacation, Doll. Get up.”

“Okay. Let me just change and I’ll be down in a minute.”

Her voice is breathy, and from the reaction stirring in my body, you’d think she’d just breathed a hot breath directly over the head of my cock.

Fuck. I need to get the hell out of here before I do something stupid.

I turn and take a few steps toward the door. When I look back, her eyes are closed like she’s going to fall back asleep.

“Doll, I’m not gonna tell you again. Get the fuck up.”

One of her eyes opens. “I’m awake, jeez. I was only—”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She watches me for a second. Then sighs, “Never mind.”

Then she swings back the sheet to reveal her nice thin legs and the little, white, cotton shorts.

“Jesus. What the fuck are those?”

She looks down at herself and shrugs. “Shorts. I had Dozer’s sweatpants on but it was too hot so I changed into these.”

Picturing her wearing Dozer’s clothing makes me want to stab something.

She stands and turns around, bends over the bed, and starts making it. My cock throbs behind my zipper.
Mother of God.
I curse some more under my breath and rub a hand down my face. I use my other hand to shift my erection into a more comfortable position. I find out quickly it’s not possible. The fucker is caged and wants out.

My control is slipping. I can feel it shredding to pieces. I’m seconds away from grabbing her hips and hauling her back into me so I can grind my growing erection into her perfect ass.

She stands after making the bed and finger combs her hair. It didn’t do her any good. It’s still wild and makes her look like she’s recently been well ridden. Her pouty lips beg to be kissed and her short as fuck shorts and tight tank are so thin I’m thinking I could rip them in two without any effort.

The things I could do with her fucking body.

Those legs. That ass. Fuck I want my face right . . .

“Fuck.”

I give myself a mental punch to the face.

“What?” she says as she looks up at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.