Leather for Two: Wings of Steel MC (5 page)

“The same thing you want. What is that, baby? Say it…”

“I’ve always been weak when it came to you. My body wants your touch, but my mind is screaming that this can’t happen. I can’t go back.”

He dropped his free hand to my knee and slowly moved his fingers along the quivering flesh between our bodies. My crease throbbed and an irrefutable craving built inside of me. I knew it had always been there and he only disturbed it from the cave—uncovered it like a hidden treasure chest that I’d buried long ago. His fingers moved to the elastic of my panties, rolling the wide pad of a finger along the seam. I knew I should make him stop. He would if I asked, but for the life of me, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. “Do you like this, sweetheart?”

“Yessss!” I relaxed my muscles. Parts of me stirred alive. Fire lapped at my veins. I opened my knees wider, gyrating the apex of my thighs against the bulge in his jeans. Tingles moved at the pace of thick molasses through my secret parts until spasms took over. His finger continued creating havoc on the pearl nested in my pussy lips. A tremor scorched through my muscles and I squeezed my legs around his sides while deep moans slipped from my lips. I tucked my face into his shoulder as heat washed over my skin.

“Before long I will have you in my bed. Wet and pleading for me to put out the fire consuming your intoxicating body. But it won’t happen now, not until your mind and body are on the same page. I want more than a fuck.”

“That’ll never happen,” I whispered, but doubt remained. I looked at him, knowing I had no control when it came to him.

He smirked. His gaze held mine for a good three seconds, then he stood and adjusted his bulging fly. The evidence of his desire made my body tremble. My pussy lips shuddered and moisture flooded my panties, again.

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. You’ll have to ask.” His confidence never wavered.

My blood boiled. “I won’t see you again.” I looked up at him, hoping he couldn’t see the feelings burrowed in my body that ached for him.

“That’s your choice. The memorial is tomorrow at six.” He strolled toward the door. “I think you’re curious enough to be there. There has to be some of the old Rena left in that prim and proper body of yours.” He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, a playful smile covering his lips.

I stood and narrowed my gaze. “Your ego hasn’t changed I see.”

“Baby, it’s not ego. As much as I’m pissed at you for leaving like you did, I can’t deny that not one day has gone by when I haven’t thought of you, wanted you.”

“Screw this, Blaze. You’re not dragging me into that lifestyle again.”

He laughed and it burned through me. “I didn’t drag you into it before, sweetheart. You walked into the club with eyes wide open. And you left the same way. What I see in you is an old desire. I know because I put it there.”

I picked up the closest thing I could reach and threw it across the room. He ducked as the vase flew over his head and hit the wall behind him, shattering pieces of glass onto the floor. I brought my shaking hand to my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I was angry because he told the truth.

“Aww, there’s the fiery wench I once knew. See you tomorrow, baby.” He winked and left.

I stood there long after I heard the rumbling of the Harley fade down the street. I couldn’t believe he could stroll back into my life and turn it upside down.

Tears fell to my cheeks and I swiped them away. Diesel’s death had upset me. I cared for him once, but he wasn’t the reason behind my pain now. Since leaving Wings, I’d often told myself my feelings for Blaze had only developed from curiosity and loneliness. I had myself convinced of that at times. A simple sexual attraction that had never played out. We had been faithful to Diesel, the man who’d never cared for me, at least not in the way two people living together should.

I’d jumped haphazardly into the relationship with Diesel. Fell for his confidence and charm. The thrill of riding on the back of his bike made me feel powerful. Being his lady had once excited me. Having someone taking care of and protecting me couldn’t be described. The attraction had quickly faded. My happiness with Diesel had diminished, especially when I found out he couldn’t keep his pants zipped.

The rush of emotions I had felt for Blaze confused me, and were different from anything I’d ever felt. I had closed myself off from him and everyone and the door opened a little.

Blaze had always been there for me. Long talks over a beer and pizza. He’d stop by and fix my plumbing or stove when Diesel couldn’t get around to it. Blaze even helped me with homework from class.

Diesel was as tough as nails and I knew he liked living on the wild side. Part of the thrill for him as a member of a MC had a lot to do with the risk factor. And now he was dead.

I finally went into the bedroom, undressed, and pulled on my favorite pajamas—which just happened to be smiling penguins. Who needed sexy lingerie when I slept alone every night? I didn’t shave my legs either. I would have if I’d known Blaze was visiting tonight and would end up between my legs.

I sat on the end of the bed and gathered my scattered thoughts. Blaze was holding the envelope he found in Diesel’s locker hostage. He expected me to come to the memorial.

What would Diesel have to say to me? If he knew where I lived and he didn’t try to contact me over the years, then why did he have an envelope marked with my name? Maybe it was a letter he’d written long ago, but decided against sending it.

The night I left him, he’d come home, drunk as usual, and fell into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. I waited until he was snoring, slipped from the covers, and threw my things into a bag. Then I grabbed the first bus leaving town, which didn’t get me very far but anyplace had been better than where I was.

I often wondered how Diesel took the news when he awoke. At times, I imagined him doing a victory dance and, at other times, thinking he’d wished he’d done things differently.

In the end, I had done both of us a favor in disappearing.

As for Blaze, not a day had gone by that I didn’t wonder how he was. What he was doing. Hell, even who he was doing.

I had often questioned if one day he’d drive up looking for me.

And he did today.

I wanted to wipe his memory from my mind and heart. I wanted to forget. “The past is the past. It’s over,” I whispered.

That’s not how I felt though. The past wasn’t over because my emotions were still invested. I still wanted Blaze.

I also knew if he’d touched me longer between my legs, I would have let things take a natural course. Things would have been different if Blaze didn’t belong to Wings. I knew the life expected of a biker chick and I wasn’t cut out for it. He bled the blood of Wings. I wanted a safe and secure life. Things could never be more for us than a wish. Our desires would always hit a roadblock.

Crawling into bed, I sank into the warmth, but sleep wasn’t coming. I had images of a tall, sexy man in leather embedded behind my lids.

If he thought I’d cave and show up at the memorial tomorrow, he was sadly mistaken.

CHAPTER THREE

Blaze emptied the shot glass and laid it upside down next to the framed picture of Diesel. Members of Wings had come and gone, and only a few were left scattering the bar of the compound. He glanced at the closed front door and rubbed his tired eyes.

He knew he’d been foolish to believe Rena would come today.

Deserved him right. He’d held the envelope over her head. It hadn’t been one of his prized moments, but he’d done what he felt was right. He’d do anything to see her again.

He tugged at his goatee and sat back into the wooden chair. The legs creaked.

His mind traveled back to the day he’d realized Rena had left town. His chest grew heavy at the memory. Diesel had sworn he’d search the entire country over until he found her and bring her back. Something had unlocked within Blaze. He’d grabbed Diesel by the throat and had him on the floor. Blaze had never been closer to killing a man than he had been at that very moment. If for a second he’d felt that Rena’s life was in danger, Blaze would have snapped Diesel like a twig. Dog and Lucky had dragged Blaze off a coughing, sputtering Diesel. He pulled his knife and took a swing at Blaze, but quicker and sober, he moved and grabbed the weapon out of Diesel’s hand. Blaze had looked at his friend, daring him to make a move, but Diesel knew better. Blaze was younger, stronger and more capable.

He’d realized Diesel wasn’t in his right mind. He was losing it fast, but Blaze still had a connection with the man through business and the club. Blaze didn’t want to see either suffer. To ensure Rena’s safety from Diesel, they’d made an agreement that neither of them would search for her.

The pact had almost been the death of Blaze. He’d known from the first time he met Rena that he was in love with her. Not going after her had been the most difficult decision in his life, but he knew it would have been selfish to look for her. He couldn’t bring her back to Wings, and he couldn’t risk Diesel going after her.

Diesel had become dangerous. The members had seen it. When the time was right, Blaze had climbed his way up the ladder at Wings and Diesel was dethroned. Blaze was initiated as Club President last year, and he’d known Rena was no longer in danger. He had the members supporting him.

He hadn’t told Rena everything. He wasn’t sure he was ready to tell her that six months ago he’d searched for her address online and found it, and couldn’t believe she’d lived less than an hour away all this time. He’d driven to the small town and parked outside of her house. He’d wanted to knock on the door, had debated what to do, but in the end he decided it wasn’t the right time. She wouldn’t want him, or the lifestyle. Hell, he’d even wondered if she’d moved on with a man who could offer her the dream family she wanted.

Maybe her not coming today was for the best. He lost his head every time she got near.

He’d do the right thing though. Rena should read the letter from Diesel. He’d mail it first thing in the morning.

He started to call it an evening when the door opened. His breath emptied from his lungs when Rena walked in. She looked so small, so vulnerable, standing next to their newest member, Turk, who was the size of a football linebacker. Hell, even Blaze looked like Turk’s kid brother when they were standing next to each other.

He swallowed the golf ball sized feeling in his throat and stood. Although a little wobbly, he stabled himself on his feet.

She was beautiful. Her hair was pulled up off her neck, but he remembered how long and silky it felt in his hands, on his skin.  The tresses were coal black, reminding him of a clear night’s sky. She’d gained some weight since she’d left and had the curves of a penthouse dream. Since he’d touched her yesterday, her scent and the feel of her body remained on him, suffocating him. And now here she was…and he couldn’t see or think clearly.

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What the hell am I doing?

Why was I caving?

Why had I come?

Curiosity had gotten the better of me. Nothing more. I didn’t come to see Blaze again. I didn’t want to see him. Not in the slightest.

Nervous butterflies in my stomach made me wonder if the salad I ate for lunch would find its way back up. If being around Blaze wasn’t enough to ignite a volcano of nerves within me, seeing some of the old members certainly could cause shudders.

Blaze had invited me, so I knew no one would spurn me, at least not outwardly. They would show me respect, if anything, just because they had a fondness and admiration for Blaze.

I shouldn’t have come, but after receiving a call from an Agent Peterson with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, I needed someone who could give me answers about why I was dragged into this mess. Peterson said he was investigating Diesel’s activities before his death and asked if I’d heard or seen him in the last few weeks. Although the agent assured me they were calling everyone and it was normal procedure, I wasn’t sure whether I could believe him. After telling him I hadn’t seen Diesel in years, Peterson asked that I call him if I could remember anything of importance. The unexpected call had left a sour taste in my mouth. How was I getting embroiled with Wings again?

A lot of people believed once a person joined a MC, it was impossible to ever fully leave.

My heels clicked against the cement floor as I made my way through the steel door and into the bar area of the compound.

The member standing next to me was as big as a house and had an evil look that could frighten a statue. When he’d answered the door and I introduced myself, he’d said, “Yes, I know who you are. Blaze said you’d be here.”

Blaze had too much confidence for his own good. I wanted to turn back, yet I’d come too far. The man beside me stepped back and motioned for me to enter.

I wanted to lose the fear overpowering my body. I had finished a bottle of water before I got here hoping to dislodge the dread in my throat and it hadn’t done anything but make me have to pee again.

Everything looked the same in the compound. I’d never been to one besides Wings so I had nothing to compare it to. In fact, I hadn’t been in here but a few times. The members didn’t like women hanging out and were only invited on special occasions—like a memorial for a member. I pushed my mind past the evening I found Diesel with the barmaid Candy. I didn’t need to roll around in the past any longer. I didn’t care much then and it was too late to care now.