Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 (25 page)

I carry her to our room. She’s biting into the side of my neck, raking her teeth against my skin. We pass people in the hall that stare, but my little wildcat never misses a beat. I open the door and kick it shut with my foot behind us. I stand her up by the bed and hold her while she kicks off her shoes. Then, I pull her shirt up over her head and unlatch her bra. Next comes her pants and underwear. I bend down and pick up her panties, bringing them to my face and breathing them in. I look over to Katie while I’m still taking in the green lace that covers her.

“I want to yell at you for wearing these damn things, but I find myself dreaming of having them wrapped around my cock while I watch you make yourself come,” I tell her, the pink tint of her embarrassment heating up her face.

“I can’t believe you just smelled my panties,” she says.

I put them down on the nightstand with a grin. “Honey, if it was possible, I’d eat the damn things,” I tell her, picking her up and tossing her on the bed.

“Err… Einstein? The head of the bed is up there,” she says. The way I tossed her, her head is at the foot of the bed—which is exactly where I want her.

“True, sweetness,” I tell her, taking out the handcuffs from my back pocket. “But the headboard is just leather mounted on the wall. Now here at the foot is an honest-to-God post I can use to my advantage.”

“What are you doing?” she asks as I latch one of her wrists in the cuff. “I told you, I wasn’t going to run anymore.” I run the handcuff around the post, pulling her other hand up to attach it, then stand back to look at my handiwork. Her hands are secured above her head and there’s no way she’s going to get loose. The position causes her breasts to jut out, moving slightly with each jerk of her body. “Hunter?”

I hear the hint of arousal in her voice. “Sorry, sweetness. I was just admiring my new toy.”

“Toy?”

“Mmm. Yes, definitely. You see, Katie,” I tell her, starting to undress. Her eyes follow everything I do, and when she licks her lips, my cock jerks against my stomach. The fucker should be down for the count after the blowjob he got earlier, but that just got his engine started. Katie may kill me, but Jesus Christ on steroids, what a fucking way to go. “I plan on you being at my mercy all night long.”

“Hunter, I don’t—”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you like it,” I promise her, moving down to the other side of the bed and sitting at her feet. “Did you know that there is a huge debate about how many erogenous zones a woman has?”

“Oh, fuck.”

“I mean, there’s the normal, and those are great. We’ll get to those for sure. The head, the pussy, the breasts… but I think there are more. I think there are areas on every single part of you that will make you beg to come. What do you think, sweetness? Do you think I’m right?”

“Hunter, I…” Her voice breaks off as I pick up her foot and begin massaging the balls of her feet. I lick around her ankle and nibble on the back of her calf. Her body jerks in response and she gasps as I continuing massaging her feet, letting my fingers manipulate the muscles.

“What do you say, Katydid? Do you think the feet should be included as erogenous?”

She whimpers, but doesn’t reply. So, I move up. My tongue finds the back of her knee as I raise her leg up enough so I can slide under.

“I’ve always thought the knees were particularly sensitive,” I tell her, licking along the backside of her knee while my hands massage the leg gently because it’s the one that gives her so much trouble. I bite the side of her leg, moving up to her thighs. “Or maybe you’d rather I concentrate on your thighs? They are beautiful, and there’s so many places for me to bite, lick, and tease…”

“Hunter!” she growls as I bite the inside of her thigh. I can smell her sweet pussy, and from where I’m at, I can see the cream gathered on the lips. I turn so I’m looking up at her, just a breath away from her pussy.

I pull myself up to sit on my knees as I watch, putting her legs over my shoulders. “What is it, sweetness? Don’t you think the thighs are worth my time?”

“Please,” she whimpers her hips trying to thrust up off the bed. I grin, stroking my cock. I meant to take my time. Of course, I have all night, and she’s not moving, so…

“Maybe the most overlooked erogenous zone for you is your fucking cervix,” I growl, thrusting hard into her pussy and not stopping until my balls are pushed up against her. With her legs over my shoulders and her ass raised up, I’m scraping her walls and pushing up against her womb. She cries out, demanding I fuck her, and I can’t even think of denying her. I’ll have to play later. Instead, I pound the hell out of her pussy, fucking her harder than I ever have, and I don’t stop until I come deep inside of her while her body is still rocking from her own orgasm. I don’t leave her, then. I stay where I’m at. I want to stay here. I want my cum to stay here. I make a note to make sure she stops taking her birth control. I’ll bind her to me every fucking way I can. She’s never getting away.

“Are you staring at me, Katydid?” Hunter asks, those beautiful green eyes slowly opening.

“Maybe. Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He stretches and I feel his body move against mine. “Morning, sweetness,” he says, his hand coming to my neck and holding it while his thumb moves back and forth along my jaw. “Have I told you that I love you?”

“I can’t remember,” I joke, kissing his chest.

“I love you, Katydid. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Hunter.” I stare into his eyes and let my fingers tangle into his hair.

“You ready to go back to Kentucky today, baby?” he asks, and I feel a moment of fear run through me before I push it aside.

“You really think Bethie will be okay?”

His face goes serious for a minute and his finger combs through my hair. He stares off into the distance before coming back to me.

“Skull has a lot of anger to work through, and it might not be pretty for a while. I promise you that he will love his daughter and be good to her.”

My muscles tense up and the fear returns. “But he won’t be to my sister?”

“They have to work it out, Katie. It’s their life. I can promise you that he won’t hurt her, at least not physically.”

“That’s not reassuring, Hunter.”

“I can’t offer you an answer to something I don’t know, sweetness. We just have to have faith. I know that the way I love you tells me that you and I are forever. No matter what comes up I’d move Heaven and Earth to keep you, to keep what we have.”

“I feel the same.”

“So, do you really think Skull and Beth won’t fight to find what they had?”

“Maybe. If the anger doesn’t…”

He puts his finger to my lips. “We can’t do it for them, sweetness. You be there for your sister. That’s all you can do.”

“Then I guess I’m ready to go back to Kentucky… well… after?”

“After?” he asks with a smile.

“I thought I’d be a good girlfriend and serve you breakfast in bed.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Mmm… Hmm…” I moan, rolling over on my back and looking over at him with a lazy smile.

“And what am I having for breakfast?” Hunter asks unnecessarily, because he’s already rolling over and sliding between my legs.

“Me,” I tell him, spreading myself open to give him more room, my hands reaching behind me to hold onto the bedpost, my eyes closing as I feel his tongue slide against my clit.

He’s right. I’d do anything to keep what we have together. I’m never letting him go. I hope Beth and Skull get even half of the love I feel in my heart for Hunter.

“I’m never letting you go, Hunter,” I tell him, because I can’t keep the words inside. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetness,” he murmurs against my pussy as his fingers thrust inside of me. “You’re my forever,” I hear him say before his tongue dives back in.

He’s right. What we have is forever. He’s my forever, too.

Sabre drives me to a small airfield about an hour away from the hotel. In that time, he doesn’t talk to me, and neither does Latch who rides beside him. They barely even look at me.

I feel so ostracized.
Dirty
. I’m missing Gabby. Since she’s been born, I’ve never been away from her. The longest has been an hour while I ran to the store. Will I get to see her before he turns me over to Colin? The thought of never seeing Gabby again crushes me. I can’t stop the tears. They haven’t stopped since the minute I walked out of the hotel and Skull grabbed me.

“Hello there,
mi puta esposa
,” he’d snarled. The coldness in his voice as he grabbed me when I went to get the stuff out of Katie’s jeep will be something that sticks with me until the day I die, which I guess won’t be that long once Colin gets me, so I should be grateful for that at least.

There’s no talking when we stop, or when I’m pulled onto the small airplane and pushed into a tiny bathroom. Not one word is exchanged. The only sound is that of the door as it locks behind me. The room is dark. I just sit there, doing my best to not give into the fear that swamps me. I’m terrified of the dark, too. It’s one of the things grandfather used to his advantage during my hell in France. I can feel the chill bumps spread over my body and I hug myself close, trying not to give into the panic. Instead, I close my eyes and picture Skull and Gabby together. I don’t understand it. He pushed me away from him, but there’s no mistaking the love I saw coming from him when he was holding Gabby. Gabby will have his love. If I have to die, then at least I can go knowing that. And maybe…
maybe
if Torch and Katie work out, she will be able to help care for her. That’s good. That’s really good. Gabby adores her aunt. She’s young. She’ll barely miss me. I feel my way to the floor and slide down against the wall, curling into myself. I feel safer against the wall. Nothing can come at me.

* * *

I don’t know how much time passes before the door opens. I’m so lost in my panic that I didn’t even notice we landed. At first, the bright light that shines in hurts my eyes. I blink, trying to adjust, but before I get a chance to, someone grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the room. I struggle to stand. My knees scrape against the hard metal door frame. I don’t know this person. His jacket reads: “prospect”. I guess I don’t warrant a full-fledged member of the club at this point. I’m dying to ask where he’s taking me, but it probably doesn’t matter.

No one talks to me as I’m pulled off the plane and towards the main building. The property used to be an old airfield, from the looks of it. Minutes later, I’m being taken through the club. I ignore all the eyes I can feel on me, even though I’m dying of embarrassment. He takes me to the area where the members have bedrooms. I’m not taken to Skull’s room, though. The man pushes me into a room and slams the door. I sit on the bed, afraid to touch anything. I must sit there for an hour. I feel like I’m going to go insane. Is this part of Skull’s torture? Make me wait for my death? Or is it Colin who’s just dragging his feet?

My heart is in my chest when Skull enters. How can I think he looks amazing and dread seeing him at the same time?

“Where’s Gabby?”

“She’s being cared for,” he answers. “That’s all you need to know.”

His voice is colder than I can ever remember it.

“Don’t I get to see her before you send me to Colin?” I know my voice sounds pleading. I can’t help it. The thought of never getting to touch my child again…

Skull stops, his dark eyes looking over me, and I feel like the dirt underneath his fingernails.

“I’m not turning you over to Colin. He wants you too much. I hate him almost as much as I do you,
mi esposa
. Why would I do anything that gives him pleasure?”

“You’re not giving me away? Well, if you’re not doing that, then... What are you going to do with me?” I ask him, my brain so stressed out that I’m having trouble piecing any of it together.

“That answer is easy. Whatever the fuck I want. Here’s your food. I must get back to
mi hija
,” he says lifelessly, leaving a plate of food on the dresser.

“Whose room is this?” I ask, not wanting to be alone again, even if it means having someone who obviously hates me in the room with me.

“Pistol’s. It seemed fitting, one traitor for another,” he shrugs, his voice trailing off.

“I’m not a traitor. I only ever tried to save you—”

“We see things differently,” he says, walking towards the door. He’s almost out before I can find my nerve to speak again.

“Can I see my daughter?”

“Maybe I should make you wait years, like you did to me. Maybe you will never see her again. Haven’t made up my mind.”

My body shakes from the unexpected reply. “You can’t… You can’t just take her from me!”

“I can do whatever the hell I want, Beth. You’re in my home.
My rules.
”

“Skull, don’t do this. If you do this, we’ll never be able to work together to raise our daughter.”

“I’ll be raising
my
daughter,” he says coldly, and fear slides through me at his announcement.

“You can’t mean to keep me away from Gabby.”

“Why not? You didn’t have a problem keeping her away from me.”

“I tried! I thought you wanted us away from you, Skull! I tried to make it back to you!”

“You never would have been away from me if you had told me everything from the beginning. I never would have had a traitor in my ranks. You never would have taken my child away from me,” he adds, and with each statement, he advances on me until finally I’m backed up against the wall and there’s nowhere for me to go. He wraps his hands around my neck, exerting enough pressure that I think he might choke me. My eyes go wide and I’m afraid to move. This is not the man I remember. This Skull, he’s cold, hard, and deadly. This Skull is full of hate, and it’s all directed at me.

He leans in close, his breath filtering out against my ear and down my neck. It sends shivers through me, a mixture of fear and need. “If you had told me the truth, my beautiful
tigresa
, none of this would have happened.”

“I did it to protect you.”

The pressure on my throat increases until the air refuses to come. My hands go to his in reflex. His black eyes are shining with emotion, but instead of the love or need I’ve dreamed of seeing there, they are full of anger.

“Instead, you made me a
tramposo!
You had me cheat on our wedding vows!” His hands clench before letting off the pressure. I take the air back into my lungs, but concentrate on his words.

“We were never married!” I scream out, not wanting to think of Skull with another woman, the idea nearly gutting me. Doesn’t he know how much it cost me to let him go? Doesn’t he care that I tried to protect him and keep him safe? How did this get to be all my fault? I’ve been without him for years, too, and I didn’t go to another man. I didn’t even think about it.

“We never will be, now. I would not have you now even if you begged me, Beth.
Me das asco
,” he hurls at me. He doesn’t know I’ve learned Spanish since I’ve been gone, or he doesn’t care. Probably the latter. But I know. I know, and his words still any fight I have inside of me.

I disgust him
. As he walks off, slamming the door and locking it, I sink to the floor and do what I’ve done all day.

I cry.