Combust: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance (7 page)

“Is this the only fireplace?” I ask.

“Yeah. If we lose power, we’ll have to sleep in here,” she speaks softly, as she slowly turns her head away from me. I have to fight back my smile as I watch her face turn bright red from embarrassment. So fucking cute!

“If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask,” I tell her playfully and laugh, knowing she’s pouting.

She looks straight at me, trying to seem angry, which she doesn’t quite manage, then rolls her eyes. “Whatever,” she says sarcastically. “I’ll be right back. Try to
behave
.”

While she goes back to the garage for a second load of wood, I ease myself off the sofa and try to find some paper to get a fire going. I grab some of the newspapers she’s stashed in the corner, and then I hunt for a lighter. I find one on the carved stone mantelpiece. I twist the paper really tight and grab a handful of the firewood she fetched and toss it into the hearth. Then, I start flicking the small wheel on the cheap lighter, taking at least ten tries to get a flame. I finally get it to work and light the fire. I look down with pride as I see the small flames growing in the fireplace. She walks back in carrying two small logs and sees what I’ve done. I get a very disapproving look, but I can tell she doesn’t mean it.

“I told you to behave,” she says flippantly.

“Knock it off. Give me those,” I tell her as I take the logs and put them in the fireplace. 

She goes back for more wood saying, “I might as well fill up the wood basket just in case we need it.’’

I nod and watch her walk out of the room, and then I make my way back over to the sofa. I cringe in pain when I lie back. I strained my wounds more than I should’ve, but I’ll do my best to hide it. There’s no way that I’m going to let Ana find out that I hurt myself and give her the satisfaction of being right.

Once the basket is stocked, giving us plenty of logs for the night, she glances at me lying on the sofa. She looks beautiful standing there by the open flame of the fire. The room is now warm with the unmistakable smell of burning logs. Just by looking at me, she has to know that I’m exhausted. I could drop off to sleep right now, and my body would be completely content. I close my eyes slowly a couple of times as I fight to stay awake. I finally manage to say, “You really are an angel,’’ as my eyes close again.

She walks past me and gently strokes my hair. I’m just about asleep when I hear her banging around in the bedroom. I’m immediately pissed off as it dawns on me that she’s trying to move that damn mattress by herself. I get off the sofa and head down the hall.

“I can do this. Really! It’s not that heavy. Just let me do it,” she pleads.

I ignore her and help her lift it off the bed. The lights blink on and off as we push it down the hallway. My wounds throb in pain, but I do my best to keep it from her. I’d rather not hear her tell me she was right. She throws some blankets and pillows on the mattress, while I light some candles.

As I’m putting another log on the dwindling fire, she says, “You’ve done enough. Please lay down while I go lock up for the night.”

I nod, knowing she is right and carefully lower myself down on the makeshift bed. My aching muscles immediately feel better once I lie down and make myself comfortable. As the throbbing pain slowly subsides, I smile to myself, knowing that Ana is going to be sleeping in this bed with me tonight. She is still wandering around the house locking up when the power finally goes off, plunging the place into darkness.

“All secure,” she tells me as she walks back into the room. I look up and notice she’s changed into some black leggings and an oversized Kentucky t-shirt. She stands there for a moment, keys still in her hand. She looks around, taking in the splendor of the room, which is now only partially illuminated by the flickering yellow and blue tipped flames of the fire. She is clearly on edge as she walks to the stone mantel. The keys fall from her hand, and she turns back to me. “Well, this is nice and warm,” she says bashfully. There’s indecision lurking within her eyes as she looks at me. I want her. I want all of her. I feel like just blurting it out, telling her exactly how I feel, but I’m willing to wait until she’s ready.

The howling wind and the sound of the ice hitting the windows break the silence of the room as she slowly kneels down on the edge of the mattress. A warm feeling of satisfaction rolls over me as she curls up in the spot next to me. I protectively pull the blankets over us and do my best to resist the urge to grab her and pull her body against mine. I want to lay here and just enjoy having her close to me, but I can barely keep my eyes open. When I can’t fight it any longer, I let myself fall asleep.

I wake several times throughout the night from the sounds of nearby trees crashing to the ground. The daunting weight of the falling ice is just too much for them. I’m tempted to get up to see how bad things are getting, but I don’t want to move. The fire is dying down to only glowing embers, and Ana is curled up close to me, pressing her ass into my groin. I lay my head down on the pillow just inches from hers and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of her hair. I slip my arm around her waist as she squirms closer to me. I’m almost relieved that I’m too tired to think; otherwise I’d have one hell of a hard on. I close my eyes again, giving in to my exhaustion.

The ice finally gives way to snow during the night, leaving us stranded without a cell phone or any form of communication… or distractions. It’s just us, making the best of a bad situation. Luckily, she uses gas for her stove and water heater, so we don’t have to worry about how we’re going to shower or cook.

We spend the next two days forming our own little routine around the house. Each morning, she curls up at the end of the sofa and reads a book, while I work on crossword puzzles from the old newspapers. I love watching her read. She shows a thousand emotions with just her facial expressions. She bites her lip when she reads a part she likes. It is so damn cute. I ask her to tell me about it, and her face turns pink, letting me know exactly what she’s reading.

When things get too quiet, I coax her into telling me funny things that happened to her when she was a kid, which leads me to share some stories of my own. I’m not even sure how it happens. I tell her things I haven’t ever told anyone before. When she shares something funny, I find ways to pester her, pushing her buttons until she smiles. I could spend an eternity listening to her laugh. Usually, being cooped up like this would drive me crazy, but I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed spending so much time with another person.

Her dad has come by twice to check on her. The man is obviously proud of his daughter. He lights up as soon as she walks into the room. He brought Ana some supplies from the farm and helped her gather up more firewood. He sits and talks with us for a while, and even shares a few stories about Ana that she wasn’t exactly expecting him to tell. I’ve come to enjoy his little visits.

I wish I could say the same for her buddy, Steven. He came by earlier today, and he made it clear that he still wasn’t happy about me being here. I can’t say that I blame the guy. I know he loves her. Hell. Who wouldn’t love her? She’s pretty fucking amazing.

Every minute I spend with her makes me want her even more. Her body calls out to me, taunting me, without her even knowing it. I need to own her body, to dominate her. I want to taste the salt of her skin, to tangle my fingers in her hair as I press the smooth curves of her body against me.

“What is your most embarrassing moment?” she asks, pulling me from my thoughts. It is getting late, but neither of us is really tired.

“What?” I ask. I look over to her, wondering where that question came from. She’s just put another log on the fire, and she’s smiling as she gets into the bed.

“Your most embarrassing moment… what is it?” she repeats as she pulls the covers over her.

“Where did that come from?” I ask, walking over to her.

“Just curious,” she says as I lay down beside her.       

“I’d have to say when you tried to get me to take a piss in that fucking bedpan,” I tell her with a smile. There is no way I’ll ever tell her what it really is.

“Oh, come on. I’m sure you can do better than that!” she says, giggling. She gets quiet and then says, “Mine is awful. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

“Alright, let’s hear it.” I roll to my side, so I am facing her. I love how she brings her stories to life with her facial expressions while she talks.

“It was during my gross anatomy class. We were bombarded with pictures of cadavers and videos of operations that showed proper dissection techniques. They were trying to prepare us for the first time we used a scalpel on a real person. I’d been studying those textbooks and videos for weeks, and I had convinced myself that I was ready. I really, really thought I was prepared for anything. We were escorted into the lab and assigned our cadavers. My partner and I were a little nervous, but mostly we were excited. It was the first real step to becoming a doctor. We walked over to our assigned table, and I pulled back the nylon sheet that covered the body…. I wasn’t as prepared as I thought. Our cadaver was uncircumcised. I’d never seen one on a real person before, and my eyes were drawn to it. I couldn’t hide my curiosity. My partner noticed me leaning in for a closer look, and immediately started making fun of me about it. For the next two semesters, everyone called me
Skin
.”

“Skin?” I’m not expecting that and can’t help but laugh loudly. Then, I say it again just to make her smile. She is obviously extremely smart, but there is such an innocence to her. The expressions she makes with her eyes and mouth mesmerize me. She is beautiful and doesn’t even know it.

“Stop! It was awful. I couldn’t live it down,” she scoffs with a serious look on her face.

“Yeah, that one is pretty bad. You win,” I tell her, laughing under my breath. She continues to surprise me. I have never felt the way she makes me feel. She fascinates me in ways I cannot even begin to comprehend. I want her so much I can barely stand it.

“Stop laughing! It’s not funny,” she says, smiling wide. When I don’t stop, she hits my arm playfully and throws the covers off of her legs. The room falls silent when she starts to get out of the bed. She looks back to me, her eyes roaming over my bare chest. There is no mistaking the desire that fills her eyes, and right then, I know she wants me just as much as I want her.

“Come here,” I demand. Her head cocks to the side like she isn’t sure what I just said. “Come… here.”

Her eyes lock on mine as she slowly leans over to me, giving me the only reassurance I need. Wanting to close the distance between us, my hands reach for the nape of her neck, pulling her over to me. I want to take my time with her, enjoy every second of her touch, but I can't stop myself. I’m lost the minute her lips touch mine. The sweet taste and warm, wet heat of her mouth drives me wild. As soon as she parts her lips for me, I can’t hold back. My fingers dig into her flesh as the kiss becomes urgent and fills with uncontrollable need. A deep moan vibrates through her chest, encouraging me to give her more. Her fingers dive into my hair, her nails lightly dragging across the back of my neck. Her touch fuels my desire, taking me to the brink of insanity.

I reach for the hem of her t-shirt and gently slip it over her head. A low hiss slips through my clenched teeth as I notice that she isn’t wearing a bra. I relish the sight of her flawless round breasts. I hadn’t been able to get them out of my mind since I’d gotten a glimpse of them that day in the shower. Even in my dreams, I never imagined they’d be so perfect. I lean over her, resting my hips between her legs as her head falls back. Her hair fans out over her pillow, and she looks up at me, her green eyes glowing with lust. My fingers trail down the curve of her hips, softly slipping them inside her pajama pants. I rake my fingertips across her soft skin as I slowly lower them down her long, slender legs. Her hands dig into my biceps as I press my hard cock against her. I want to feel her… to see if she is already wet for me. I growl with approval as she raises her hips, increasing the friction between us. Her hands drop to my waist, and I feel her tug at the drawstrings of my sweats. I lift up as she eagerly pulls them down, leaving her lace panties as the only thing that separates us.

      I let my eyes roam over her body, taking in every line and curve. Fuck. Every inch of her is perfect, and I am awestruck, unable to believe that she is about to be mine.

“Dillon?” she calls out to me as she lightly presses her hands against my chest.

“I want you, Ana. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. I can’t wait to make you mine,” I tell her as I lower my mouth to her ear. Goosebumps rise up along her skin when I whisper, “All of you… will… be…
mine
.” She gasps with surprise as I reach for her lace panties and rip them from her body. With no more barriers, I rub my throbbing cock across her wet clit, taunting her with my metal piercing. I grasp her breast in my hand, circling her nipple with my tongue, feeling it become hard by my touch. She lowers her hand between us and runs her fingers up and down my hard shaft. The tip of her finger slowly brushes over my piercing, reminding me of the expression on her face when she first saw it. There’s no doubt that she’s curious about it, and I’m looking forward to showing her just how good it can feel.

Chapter 10

Ana

      My body is in sensory overload, and I can’t imagine feeling anything better. His touch scorches my skin, leaving me burning for more. My eyes roam over the beautiful ink that covers the muscles of his chest. The anticipation of having him inside me is driving me insane. The bristles of his beard scratch against my skin as he softly kisses his way down my stomach. He rests his head between my legs and places his hands under my ass, pulling me closer to him. His mouth feels warm and wet against my skin, taking my breath away with each stroke of his tongue. He torments my clit, sending electric shocks through my body. My nails rake through his hair as my moans fill the room. My body responds to his touch, taking me to a level of ecstasy I never knew was even possible. My release inches closer as he thrusts his fingers inside me, urging me to give him what my body wants. Pleasure flows through me, overcoming me, causing my whole body to shake uncontrollably as he sucks and nips at my clit with his tongue, intensifying my orgasm.