OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (2 page)

Finally
around 3 a.m.
I heard the door to our apartment open up and a pack of
heavy footsteps drifted inside. I could smell weed drift into my open bedroom
door right away and I snapped my mouth shut, not wanting any of the smoke to
get into my lungs. I had tried smoking once a few years ago but never really
got into it; it had never appealed to me.

“Bro, I’m telling
you she was a little freak. Did you see that ass? She bad,” a male voice said,
howling into the empty room. I froze when I realized
who
it belonged to. Jay lived in the apartment below us with his girlfriend, and
him and Danger had been hanging together ever since we moved into this building
a few years ago.

Out of all of the
friends Danger had, Jay was the one who rubbed me the wrong way the most. He
was loud and rude. Always talking about the newest girl he had cheated on his
girlfriend with. I had never heard him refer to a girl as anything other than a
bitch or a hoe in his life. He was always high, and I suspected on something
more than weed even though I had no proof. The thing that made me the most
uncomfortable was the way he looked at me when Danger wasn’t looking. Like he
was undressing me with his eyes.

I really didn’t
want to confront Danger with Jay there but I was so mad that I felt like I
didn’t have much of a choice. Plus, if I didn’t go out now then Jay would stay
here all night being drunk, loud, and obnoxious just like he had so many other
nights.

I jumped out of
bed with a newfound confidence and marched into the living room just as Danger
was sitting down on the couch. He was laughing at something Jay said but
stopped when he saw me. There was blunt on the table in front of them and
Danger picked it up quickly, shoving it toward Jay. I rolled my eyes. He was so
ridiculous, always trying to shield me from things that I had already seen
before.

“Why are you still
up?” he demanded, looking me up and down.

“Why am I still
up?” I laughed. “I’ll be the one asking the questions here!”

He raised his eyebrows
at me.

“What the hell
happened tonight?” I demanded.

“Whoa, talk like a
lady,” Jay said, turning his attention to me.

“Shut up,” Danger
told him and Jay snapped his mouth shut. “Kat, go back into your room and go to
sleep. I’m not discussing this with you tonight.” He turned his attention back
to Jay like he’d already ridden me off.

I stomped my foot
hard, causing the few pictures we had on the shelf in our hallway to rattle
back and forth. “No! I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck
happened tonight! What did you do, Danger? Did you shoot someone?”

His face flashed
with anger right away, his eyes burning through me with a fire I had never seen
before. He kept my gaze for a second, sending a chill up and down my spine.
“Jay, you better go.”

“Ah, bro, I
thought we were gonna roll up. I got that good tree-“

“No,” Danger said,
not taking his gaze away from me. “Go.”

Jay let out a
little sound of annoyance but left without further objection, knowing better
than to question what Danger said. When the door slammed shut behind him
Danger’s eyes are still on mine. “Do you have any idea what would happen to you
if you were anyone else asking me that questions? Do you have any idea what I
would do to you?”

“Kill me?” I
challenged.

He picked up the
table that sat in the middle of the room and turned it over in one swift
motion, sending glass flying all over the place. The rage that filled his eyes
was like nothing I’d ever seen. “Shut your mouth, Katherine. You have no idea
what you’re talking about.”

I knew I was on a
bad path, that he was already on edge, but something inside of me couldn’t let
it go. “I don’t care! You should have told me! I had friends there! What if
something would have happened to one of them?”

He laughed loudly.
“Is that what this is about? Those annoying ass sluts you chill with? They’re
fine.”

“They aren’t
annoying! Or sluts!” I shouted, matching his tone.

“They don’t care
about you, they aren’t loyal. You don’t know anything about the real world,
Kat. Go back to bed before you piss me off even more than you already have.”

“Did you shoot
someone?” I demanded again.

He took a few
steps toward me and smashed one of the vases that my mom had sitting on the
table next to the T.V. More glass went flying everywhere. I rolled my eyes. He
was always breaking things when he was mad. The cops had come a few times over
it, hopefully, that wouldn’t be the case tonight.

“No, Kat. I didn’t
fucking shoot anyone. Who do you think you are even asking me something like
that? What the hell is wrong with you? Got me all heated. Fighting with your
crazy ass like you’re my girlfriend or something. Get out of here with that
bullshit.” His tatted arms bulged harder out of his body, allowing his veins to
pop out.

“I don’t care!” I
screamed. “How am I supposed to know what the hell is going on with you? You
think I don’t see the guns in your room or hear the drug talk? Or the way
people look at you like they’re scared of you? I see it! I see it all, Danger!
I’m not a stupid little kid anymore and you just never talk about it!”

Danger’s eyes
looked like they were about to bulge out of his head and he burned his face
into mine with a look of shock and anger. “That’s what a fucking real man does.
He doesn’t go around flashing his business and bragging about shit to the women
in his life or to his family. No, I handle mine. You’ll never meet another
brother like me out here! Ever! I’m one of the realest people you will ever
meet.” He stomped by where I was standing and headed toward the door of the
apartment, knocking a chair over as he went.

“Go ahead! Leave!
Walk away! It’s what you always do! You don’t care about me!” I shouted after
him, hurt by his actions and the whole night in general. God, why did I get so
emotional and irrational when it came to him? Why did I have to turn into such
a crazy and emotional mess?

He swung the door
open and stopped to look back at me. His beautiful and intense features burned
through me like fire. “I’m leaving because I do care and because if I stay I’m
sure to say something I regret.”

He slammed the
door shut behind him and I felt the tears start.

I couldn’t sleep,
no matter how hard I tried. My pulse wouldn’t stop racing no matter how many
times I tried to control it. I keep getting out of bed to look out the window
at the street below us, thinking that maybe I’d see Danger somewhere down there
in the midst of people. I wanted to go and look for him myself but I knew
better than to go outside on the street alone at this time of night.

I had tried to
call him a few times but got no answer. I hated when we ended up fighting and
saying a bunch of bullshit that we didn’t mean. I knew I pushed his buttons and
made him angry, but he did the same to me. Still, this blowout had been pretty
bad. The worse one in a while, I knew he hated when I would ask about club
business, but it was hard for me to help it. Especially on nights like tonight
when something real had gone down.

I just hated the
way he treated me like a little girl still. He refused to see what was
happening right before his very eyes. I appreciated that he wanted to protect
me but he was going to have to let me learn on my own one day, I wasn’t as
sheltered to it as he thought. The things I had seen might surprise him. Still,
I couldn’t stop myself from crying since he had walked out and slammed the door
in my face, leaving me all alone.

It was like that
every time he left me. As annoyed as I got with him and as much as I told
myself I hated him the truth was a different story. The truth was that I had an
attachment to him I couldn’t quite define and when I wasn’t around it I missed
it in a way. I didn’t miss the secrets he carried around or how he treated me
like a baby, but I did miss his presence. I did miss the feeling of comfort
that came over me when I was around him. It was one I had never experienced
with any other boy in my life.

I looked outside
one more time and then creep slowly up the hall toward his bedroom. I creak the
door open slowly, peeking inside. I knew I shouldn’t be in here, but something
about it made me feel better. I tiptoed over to his bed, pulling back the
covers and climbing inside. I pulled them up to my chin and let the warmth
drift over my body.

I wasn’t sure how
long I lay there, staring at his ceiling before I heard him come home. It could
have been minutes, or it could have been hours. I just knew that it was long
enough for the sun to start to
rise
somewhere far off
in the distance.

He stopped in the
doorway when he saw me in his bed and I met his eyes. His handsome features
were magnified in the morning light and I felt my heart start to speed up in my
chest at the sight of him. I studied his face and I knew that he had forgiven
me. I knew any anger that had come over him earlier was gone now. He was just
as ready to make up as I was.

He sighed and
unzipped the leather jacket he had on, pulling it off to reveal his inked arms
and muscles bulging out of his t-shirt. He tossed it on his dresser and made
his way over to the bed, pulling the covers back and crawling in next to me.

I found my heart
starting to speed up at his closeness. How could I find someone so annoying and
sexy at the same time? Neither of us said anything for a second; we just lay
face to face taking one another in. I’d crept into his room before when I
couldn’t sleep. It felt safe to me like nothing could go wrong if I was next to
him. He might not have been willing to see me as an adult but he did always
protect me, I would give him that.

“Katherine,” he
whispered, using my full name.

“I’m sorry,” I
said, nudging myself closer to him. “I should have never asked you that. I
should have never accused you of that or talked to you the way I did.”

“I’m sorry, too,”
he said. “There’s no excuse for me to come at you that way, you just always
manage to get under my skin in the worst way. There are things you don’t
understand, things that don’t make much sense even to me. How can I explain
things to you if I haven’t figured them out myself yet?”

I moved even
closer to him, hating myself for needing to feel his closeness. “But you have
to understand some things. You can tell me some things.”

He shook his head
in the darkness of his room. “No, I can’t. You still don’t get it after all
this time. I keep secrets from you guys to protect you. It’s better that way.”

“Maybe,” I said.
“I just wish you wouldn’t treat me like such a child all the time. I’m 18 now.
I’ve grown up, in case you haven’t noticed.”

He smiled and
reached up to push my hair out of my face. “Trust me, I’ve noticed, and so have
my brothers.”

I felt a thrill
shoot through me at the compliment. It could have been me but I swore a hint of
jealousy flashed through his eyes. “Jealous?” I challenged.

“Don’t be cute,”
he said with a smirk. “We’re fine, go to bed.”

I sighed and moved
myself closer to him, trying to nuzzle deeper into his smooth skin.

And that’s when I
felt it.

 
How hard he was through his pants.

Danger smiled
sheepishly at me. “Sorry, it’s morning.”

He moved himself
away from me a little bit, to my disappointment.

“It’s okay,” I
whispered.

Something about
the fact that he was turned on and such a short distance away from me pleased
me. It made me want to please him, it made me want to show him just how grown
up I really was.

I moved myself
closer to him again so his hard member was pressing up against me. He raised
his eyebrows at me, clearly wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

But I didn’t care.

When I was younger
I would think about the girls he hooked up with. About how beautiful they were
to get him that excited, to get him to want them that bad, but I never thought
I would be one of them. I never thought I would be this close to him when he
was turned on in any way.

Before I could
lose my nerve I took my hand and slipped it under the covers. I was just about
to rub my fingers over the tip that was sticking straight up in his pants when
he grabbed my hand, pulling it away.

“Kat,” he said.
“Stop.”

I pulled out of
his grasp and rolled my eyes. “I just want to feel it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is,” he
told me.

But this time when
I reached for it again, he didn’t stop me and I started rubbing it slowly
through his pants. I took my fingers and massaged the tip of it back and forth.
Then I took my fingers and ran them up and down the length of it, slow at first
and then faster.

I felt it start to
rise even more in his pants and a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I
pretend that I’m just rubbing it and in the process pop the button of his jeans
open, slowly working the zipper down with each stroke of my hand. By the time
he realized what I had done my hand was already inside of his pants.

“You have to
stop,” he gasped, making no reach to stop me.

“I just want to
see it,” I informed him. “Please?”

He didn’t answer
for a second, too busy enjoying the pleasure I was giving him through his
boxers. “Okay,” he moaned. “Just to look.”

I smiled in
satisfaction and stuck my hand inside of his boxers, pulling his hard cock out.
Just stroking it with my bare hand I could tell how huge it was. It was so long
and thick that I could barely fit my hand around half of it. I took my time
jerking him off, rotating between going fast and slow until I was sure he was
nice and turned on. I nuzzled my face into his chest while I stroked it,
letting my face get lower and lower. I could feel his heart starting to race
fast in his broad chest from being so worked up.