Torched (40 page)

Jesus Christ. His woman.

It sounded good. Real good.

She got on her knees and watched as he shrugged off his cut, hoodie, and shirt. “You know you’re the only man that’s ever made me come?” she asked with a devilishly crooked little smile.

“Babe, I love you but you’re full of fucking shit,” he snickered.

“No, really,” she insisted, then hopped off the bed and opened a drawer in her nightstand. She grinned as she pulled out a purple dildo and waved it at him. “Torch, meet Dexter. Dexter, Torch. I’ve had to do a lot of faking, but this big boy takes care of it when I get home.”

He snatched the damn thing from her and inspected it. “Let me see that shit.” With his other hand, he unzipped his jeans and kicked them away, then held the fucking toy next to the real thing for a little comparison. He chuckled, realizing that he was slightly bigger, walked over to the window and tossed it right the fuck out.

“Hey!” she shrieked, scrambling to look out the window to see where it landed.

“Hey nothing. You don’t need some plastic shit when you got the real thing.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his needy shaft.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” she replied, gripping it tight and stroking slow. “Dex had a lot of horsepower—”

He growled and pulled her in. “I got your fucking horsepower right here, you shit-talking goddess.”

“Oh yeah?” she moaned, hooking her arms around his neck. “How about torque?”

If she wanted torque, she’d fucking get it. He kissed her and reached under the hem of her tank to pull it off. The flannel pants slid down even easier. He grabbed her head and kissed her again, alternating sucking on her tongue and nibbling on her bottom lip as he forced her backwards toward the bed. As soon as the backs of her knees hit the edge, he let go and let her fall to her back.

He yanked her forward a little, parted her legs, and slid down to his knees between then. She propped herself up on her elbows, but with the first stroke of his tongue on her clit, threw her head back with a little moan. He reveled in how wet and warm that intoxicating pussy always was.

Always ready, needy, and so fucking tight that both of his heads always damn near exploded whenever she milked him dry.

As he licked her slit and suckled her sweet, pink lips, thoughts of other men failing to give her what she needed—what she fucking deserved—made his cock even harder. Virgins, meh, they were more work than they were worth. But a women who knew what she was doing
and
couldn’t get off without him? Ladies and gentlemen, that was a fucking ego boost like no other.

And it deserved a token of appreciation.

As much as he loved their frenzied and passionate fucks, it wasn’t a night for fast and hard. Tonight was all about slow and sensual. He wanted to make it last, feel the heat spread through her, hear her moans get louder and louder, just building until she couldn’t take it anymore.

He slid his hands under her ass and lifted it, giving his selfish mouth access to a place that had always made her moan the loudest.

“Oh, god, baby!” Liv cried out, as his tongue followed the trail of her juices down to that beautifully-puckered little asshole. He licked around it in slow but steady circles, then dipped his tongue in as far as it could go. Not wanting her to go quiet, he circled the rim with his mouth and sucked as he pulled out his tongue, the combination of withdrawl and suction making her go absolutely wild. “Baby!” she wailed.

He pulled away and grinned. Wiping the wetness down his beard, he stood up and leaned over her. “Not yet, baby girl. I gotta feel you.”

She smiled and bit down on her lip as he hovered over her and slid an arm under her ass to pull her up in the bed. “You got something to prove tonight, handsome?” she cooed.

“Nothing to prove, darlin’, just wanna take it slow and show my incredible old lady how much I fucking adore her.” He covered her body with his and positioned himself at her entrance. “Fucking incredible,” he moaned with the first thrust. “And amazing.” he added with the second.

Her eyes rolled up and her body tensed. He curled an arm behind her head to steady himself and leaned down to kiss her.

She murmured her disapproval when he raised his head, but a look of contentment soon came over her face as he increased his speed and touched her chest. He ran his palm over her tits, around her neck, down her stomach, and up her ribcage. Like he was making sure she was real.

He still couldn’t believe that she’d actually agreed to be his woman, that he didn’t have to worry about her sneaking off when he wasn’t looking anymore. But she was real, she was here, and he was the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.

With each thrust her body had loosened up, now flexing and flowing with every wave. The opposite was happening around his cock, her walls were closing in on him so tight that he knew he was getting her close again. The pressure around his shaft made him want more, so he pushed in deeper. Sweat started beading up on his forehead and his balls seized up, her trembling hands clawing at his back making it fucking impossible to hold off.

As soon as he felt the first ripple of convulsion inside her, he let himself go too. “God fucking almighty,” he panted, still hovering and trying not to crush her. “Nobody’s ever taking this pussy away from me.”

“That magnificent dick better be all mine too,” she murmured.

“All yours and comes with a lifetime guarantee.”

He rolled over onto his back to catch his breath. Liv apparently caught hers faster and shuffled off the bed.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” he asked.

“Relax, babe. Just need a glass of water.”

“Hurry up and come sit on my face.”

Liv laughed and shook her head, but followed directions and soon came out with a glass of water. She drank half and offered the rest to him.

“Come here, baby,” he demanded as she put it down on the nightstand. She crawled over him, but he reached around and slapped the shit out of her ass. “Other way.”

“Yes, sir,” she said with a mock salute, earning herself a swat on the other cheek. She changed direction and turned on her knee, slinging a leg over his head and lowering her ass in his face. She ran her nails along the bottom of his dick—already hard again—and took it in her mouth.

He loved doing this shit with her, they always found a fucking fantastic rhythm of giving and receiving. But usually it was foreplay, this time it was only the second course. The taste of his seed mixed with her juices was just getting him started again.

He moaned as she took him in all the way to the back of her throat. She purred as he slid down a little so he could tongue her clit and finger her ass at the same time. He again rubbed circles around the rim, before pushing the tip inside. Liv’s nails dug into his leg as he pushed it the rest of the way in and stroked.

“I want
all
of you, baby. You gonna give it to me?”

“Mmhmm,” she murmured around his dick.

He gripped her hips and pushed them down toward his groin. As she got on her knees, he sat up and ran his fingers along her slit, collecting all the liquid he could to coat his dick.

“Come, baby,” he told her, rubbing his hands across the ink on her back.

She flashed a smile over her shoulder, then positioned his tip and slowly slid down over it, giving herself a chance to acclimate to his width with every inch she took. And giving
him
the chance to enjoy every inch as her tight ring made its way down his length.

When she’d situated herself—down to the base—he sat all the way up, snaked his arm up over her stomach to reach her breast, and crossed his legs at the ankles. He started rocking his hips, slow and shallow at first. But as soon as she started giving it back, his primal instincts took over and he buried himself in her without restraint.

His hand went from caressing her tits to wrapping around her neck. When her moans and groans starting getting louder, he went the other way and stroked her pussy, using his fingers to pinch and roll her clit.

They both sped up, sweat starting to soak their bodies, until she erupted seconds later. The sight of her throwing her head back—hair wet from working for it—made him lose his grip too, even stronger and longer than the first time.

It seemed like a lot of shit in life was better the second time around, Liv being the prime example. It also seemed like a lot of people couldn’t learn from the first time and blew their second chances.

As he watched her lift away from him, kiss his hand, and walk back toward the bathroom again, he knew he’d never be one of those fucking idiots. He had his club, his health, and his woman. What the fuck else could a man really need? No, he wasn’t going to blow this shit now that he knew what he’d been missing.

: 25 :

“Who the fuck’s gonna eat all this yogurt?” Toto huffed.

I rolled my eyes. “The girls. Who incidentally won’t die of malnutrition like the rest of you macho knuckleheads.”

Jet walked up to my cart carrying a stack of frozen pizzas and dropped them in. “Here. These have vegetables on ‘em, Mom.”

“I’m pretty sure meat isn’t a vegetable,” I pointed out.

Jet shrugged. “There’s tomato sauce under it. That counts.”

I shook my head and kept trudging toward the snack aisle, the two clowns who Torch had assigned to help me following behind, throwing whatever random shit suited their fancy into their own carts. I had no idea how the fuck it was all going to fit in my car, considering they’d insisted we hit up the liquor store first. You know, for the important stuff. The interior was completely full of beer and liquor.

It had only been four days since Torch asked me to be his old lady, but things had moved in warp speed from the minute we woke up the next morning. By the time I’d finished my coffee, Ty was already at the house with a van, ready to load up whatever necessities I pointed to. I immediately fell back on old habits and sniped at Torch for assuming I’d want to move in, but he shut me down with one vexed look, reminding me that he’d already made way more concessions than he should have and his dick wasn’t hard enough to make him budge.

Once in Linwood, he also refused to budge on the matter of babysitters. Insisting that there might be a threat from whoever was supplying the town with Black Zombie, he talked me into agreeing to take a couple guys with me whenever I left the property without him.

Fuck an adjustment period, this was going to be trial by fire.

But whatever, the Mitch deal with still in place, and with Torch running around with the rest of the club trying to find Hess and his stash house, I’d had plenty of time to crack every single offshore account Bastien had given me.

This afternoon, the rest of the guys were at the clubhouse discussing their next move. I’d been able to get surveillance photos of Hess based on the dates Masters had given them. Unfortunately, nobody recognized him and the plates were stolen. I’d tried to follow his car’s routes, but always landed at dead-ends in alleys or private parking garages, places that either didn’t have cameras, or they did but I had no way of finding out which server or cloud account housed the right software. Lacking any other information except a name—probably a pseudonym—and face, there really wasn’t much else I could do. For all any of us knew, this drug wasn’t even being cooked in town.

So, they were doing their thing and strategizing, while I’d volunteered to go stock up on supplies in case we went on lockdown, meaning that the club’s women and kids would be forced to stay inside the gates until whatever was going on could be resolved. The patched members could come and go to carry out business, but only in groups. From what I heard, lockdowns were rare, but there was a chance the shit they were dealing with could get ugly quick, depending on how deep the Zombie network ran. None of them had forgiven or forgotten the fact that the Serbs had wanted to completely take them out.

Speaking of the Serbs, I couldn’t find anything linking them to the infiltration. The whole thing was fucking bizarre and really well-executed considering how little time there would have been to regroup after they were side-lined. I’d pointed out that fact to Torch, concluding that the investor mostly likely had a back-up crew and plan on standby.

But, I wasn’t thinking about any of that right now, I was thinking about where the hell we’d fit all the candy bars Jet had cleared off the shelf at the last minute of check-out. The guys followed me out to my car and we went to work stuffing things in every nook and cranny, most of the candy and smaller items getting tossed among the liquor despite my protests. I didn’t know who the fuck would be unloading this mess, but it sure as shit wouldn’t be me. That was what prospects were for, right?

After we filled the car to the brim—leaving me without a rear view—Toto and Jet hopped on their bikes and followed me back to the clubhouse. I would never have admitted it to Torch, but I actually didn’t mind the arrangement. Hearing a pair of pipes close by gave me a feeling of security that I hadn’t had in a long time. Well, ever.

Not to mention that I wouldn’t have to change my own tire if I ever got a flat.

But about three blocks away from the clubhouse, a flat tire was the least of my concerns. I noticed a black van pulling in behind us in my side mirror. In this industrial side of town, on a Sunday, I’d never seen anyone
not
associated with the Serpents.