Wild Blaze (6 page)

nine.

The two guys were quick to leave
Heather alone. She tried to thank them for their part in saving her from Lyle,
but they wouldn
’
t even look
her in the eyes. She wasn
’
t
exactly sure how any of this worked in the motorcycle club, but it was obvious
Brody was in control of the two guys.

That
’
s sexy.

The fact that the guys actually
respected Brody turned her on.

When the door shut, tears flooded Heather
’
s eyes. She lowered her head,
burying her face into her hands and started to cry. After a few seconds she
expected someone to grab her arms and tear her away from her emotions. Someone
to shake her, yell at her, call her weak and pathetic. That
’
s what the normal routine had
been for such a long time.

But that didn
’
t happen.

Heather was alone with her emotions
and was able to cry until she felt no more tears. And then she stopped crying
and, in a way, she stopped giving a shit. For a long time now she had been
waiting for someone to give her an opening. To save her from Lyle, maybe even
save her from herself. She felt free, but she knew she wasn
’
t that at all.

Brody wanted more from her. He didn
’
t bring her here because he was
a nice guy and looking to keep good tabs with the man above or anything like
that. He did so for strategy. Lyle was a bad guy and Heather had been with
Lyle. All that was pretty damn obvious. The only question was how much would
Heather share with Brody?

The thought made her shiver. She
felt achy and dirty.

Heather went to her bags and
collected fresh clothing. She then went to the bathroom and sought out the
shower. When she turned the water on, it was soothing to have other sounds in
the room other than her pounding thoughts. Right and wrong. Good and bad. The
debate whether she had been just as crappy as Lyle. She had been helping him
move drugs for how long now?

Too fucking long, Heather.

Heather started to strip herself
out of her nursing scrubs. She made a neat pile on the floor and reached up and
unsnapped her bra. Sighing, Heather felt relief. It was nice to feel
comfortable right now. She tossed her bra and, of course, it hooked on her
finger and went right into the shower. The few seconds of rushing water on it
made it soaked.

“
Fuck,
”
Heather said.

She put her bra in the sink looked
at her reflection in the mirror.

“
What
’
s happening to me?
”
Heather whispered.

Heather grabbed a towel and held it
to her chest. She opened the door, needing to get a new bra now. She made it
one step out of the bathroom and then froze when she realized she wasn
’
t the only one in the room.

“
Whoa,
”
Brody said as he crouched
before Heather
’
s bag.
“
Thought you were in the shower.
”

“
Thought
you were having some kind of meeting,
”
Heather said. Her body was already quivering, her mind tempting her to drop the
towel.

“
Meeting
’
s over for now,
”
Brody said. He slowly stood
back up.
“
We need to talk.
”

“
Start
with why you
’
re trying to
go through my bags.
”

“
I
need information. Sorry. Time isn
’
t
a friend right now, sweetheart. I think you get that, right?
”

“
Yeah,
I get it,
”
Heather said.
“
I was just going to take a
shower, like you said I should do.
”

“
Then
go to it,
”
Brody said.

“
Are
you going to keep going through my stuff?
”

“
Yeah,
I am.
”

“
The
front part has all my thongs. If you want to sniff them.
”
Heather turned, her face burning red.

Did you really just say that to
a sexy biker?

She realized then she was holding
the towel to the front of her body. That meant the back of her body -
her
ass
- was completely exposed to Brody. She took one step and then peeked
over her shoulder.

Brody
’
s
eyes were wide and moving up and down Heather
’
s
body.

It had been such a long time since
someone looked at her like that. Someone to see her naked. Someone to take a
moment and admire her.

“
You
going to get in that shower?
”
Brody asked.

“
I
’
m not sure right now,
”
Heather replied.
“
I
’
m
kind of frozen.
”

“
Christ,
”
Brody said.
“
It
’
s
been a long time. You
’
ve
been in hell, sweetheart.
”
Brody started to approach Heather and she didn
’
t
move. She could have moved, but she didn
’
t
want to.
“
I can
’
t promise anything more here.
This is hell. Everything is hell, sweetheart. But I can protect you in this
hell. I can keep you comfortable. Warm.
”
Brody was close enough to touch Heather. He reached out with one his big hands
and his fingertips grazed her shoulder.
“
I
can keep you
…
satisfied.
”

“
Then
do it,
”
Heather said
without thinking.

Brody
’
s
other hand touched her other shoulder. He inched closer now. Heather reached
back and pulled her hair up, exposing her neck. That was her weak spot. Where
her hairline met her neck. It was true weakness. True death.

It was right where Brody went.

His breath led his lips and the
flicker of his tongue.

Heather lost her balance and
started to go down. Brody was fast though, promising on his call of protection.
His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips. His bare hands to her bare
hips. He squeezed tight, holding hard, keeping Heather from hitting the ground.

His kisses started to trail down
her spine. Then the tip of his nose came right back up.

“
I
’
m warning you, I won
’
t stop,
”
Brody whispered, his breath flooding her back.
“
I won
’
t be able to stop. This is your only chance and
warning. Walk the fuck away and lock the bathroom door.
”

Heather gasped a shuddering breath.
“
If I do that
…
what will you do
…”

“
Honestly?
”
Brody asked. His right hand
started to move around Heather
’
s
body. His fingertips were flirting with smooth skin that gave way to Heather
’
s wet silk. His other hand held
tight to her waist.
“
I
’
ll fucking jerk myself until I
explode.
”

“
Because
of me?
”

“
Because
of you, sweetheart. I didn
’
t
just save you today because I
’
m
a nice guy. I
’
m far from a
nice guy. But I
’
m rock
fucking hard because of you. You have a lot of what I want and need. So make a
fucking decision.
”

Brody
’
s
fingertips curled and pulled back at Heather
’
s
silk. One of his fingers touched her moist clit and Heather gasped and jumped.

This was it. Do or die. Choose a
path. Make a decision.

Heather
’
s body was shaking, fear and excitement running
wild everywhere.

With one hand she reached down
between her legs. She felt the wetness Brody had caused. She felt his thick
finger touching, gently rubbing. Her hand gripped his finger and pulled,
putting it right to her pussy. She pressed and guided Brody
’
s finger into her. He sank it
deep and hard, grunting as he did so.

That
’
s
when Heather opened her hand and let the towel fall to the ground. She put her
head back to Brody
’
s hard
chest and looked at him. Before looking at her, Brody made sure to look down at
her body. His hand rushed from her hip up to one of her breasts, cupping her,
his hand spreading across her breast, overtaking her with ease.

“
Fuck,
”
Brody growled.
“
I
’
m
taking you right here, right like this.
”

“
Do
it,
”
Heather whispered.
“
Just do it, Brody.
”

Brody
’
s
hand came up to Heather
’
s
neck. She winced and fear went through her again. The paralyzing kind of fear.

“
Look
at me, sweetheart,
”
Brody
ordered.

Heather obeyed.

“
I
’
m going to do whatever the fuck
I want to you. But I will never hurt you like he did. I will never fucking
raise my hand to you like that. I will touch you, grab you, show you pleasure
and pain together, but I will never
…”

Heather moved up and kissed him.
His mouth tasted delicious. Like fire pouring down her throat, aiming straight
between her legs. Heather couldn
’
t
believe herself when she started to rock her hips at him, working with his
finger digging inside her, pulling out more desire by the second.

Brody was away from her a second
later. His hands to her hips, turning Heather so she faced the doorjamb. He
stepped back and slid his hands up Heather
’
s
back, bending her over a little. She grabbed the doorjamb and dug her nails
into it. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Brody tore the leather cut
off his body. A second later went the t-shirt. The sight of his massive chest,
shoulders, all covered in tattoos was damn near enough to send Heather over the
edge. Her knees bent, her toes dug into the carpet on the floor.

Her body shivered as the steam from
the bathroom rushed out and along her body. The shower water was still running,
burning hot. But nothing was quite as hot as the steam between her and Brody.

When he reached for his pants,
Heather let out a whimper.

It
’
s almost time
…
he
’
s
going to fuck me
…

But instead of tearing his jeans
off and slamming his thick cock into her, Brody did something else. With a sly
grin that left Heather dripping, Brody approached her. His hands grazed her ass
and then he crouched down.

Heather cried out and couldn
’
t wait to feel what came next.

Brody
’
s
rough fingers pressed hard against her ass, spreading her wide open. His thumbs
were gently touching her forbidden hole, leaving her biting her lip, wondering
just how forbidden it actually was. She then felt the warm caress of his breath
to her sex, following the flicker of his tongue.

Just that one stroke against her
folds and clit left Heather crying out. Her hands gripped the doorjamb tight,
nails peeling at paint. She could already feel the wave of pleasure starting to
crest. Just as Brody warned her, she could have done the same
…
once he starts, I won
’
t be able to stop
…
I
’
m going to come all over
his mouth
…

Thinking the thought alone was
enough for Heather. She bit her lip harder and tried to hold back.

Brody licked her again. His tongue
was strong and thorough, not wasting a spot to sample. He then flicked at her
again, and again, moving faster. His fingers dug into her ass and pulled,
wanting more of her. His thumbs were pressing hard, penetrating elsewhere. The entire
scene was too much for Heather
’
s
desperate body to handle.

When Brody licked faster, Heather
started to shake. But when Brody started to suck at her, taking her folds and
cleaning them of her wetness, taking her clit and using the tip of his tongue like
a finely cut razor, that was it.

Heather let out a cry and lost
control of herself. She started to come while Brody was tasting her. She felt
his tongue dart into her center, battling against her pulsing walls. She tried
to breath but couldn
’
t. She
tried to scream, but it was dry air and no sound. She tried to look, but she
couldn
’
t see a thing. The
entire room spun as the pleasure ran through her body.

Brody
’
s
hands moved from her ass up to the small of her back. His wild tongue and sexy
mouth left her pussy and he left a trail of wet kisses up her left ass cheek to
her back.

Then he was gone.

All gone.

The room started to calm a little
and Heather looked back. Her hair was all over the place, blocking most of her
view. But what she saw was enough to make her have no choice but to get ready
again.