Page 33 of Blaze
I nod my head eagerly, swallowing against my dry throat. “Really good.”
He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, his free hand coming up to grip my chin. “Then get dressed quick while I pack shit up. Otherwise, I’m tossing you on my bike as you are, and I’d rather not murder everyone in town for looking at you.”
Blaze lets me go as soon as I find my feet and I curse as I struggle to shove my legs into my black leggings. His low, dark laugh only sends my heart racing faster. It’s impossible that I’m so turned on, so desperate for him again even though we just had the best sex of my life. By the time I shove my feet into my flats, I’m pretty sure my shirt is on backwards but Blaze is closing his saddle bag. I practically run towards him and the bike.
“Good girl,” Blaze murmurs, throwing his leg over the bike. Then his large hands span my waist as he grabs me before I can climb on behind him. He pulls me to sit in front of him, my ass barely fitting between his legs, and my face burns as he guides my legs over his like he’s putting me on display. A shiver runs through me. Then he pushes the helmet on over my head, and my fingers go to the strap like it’s already instinct.
As he starts the bike, I shout over the loud engine. “Is this safe?”
Somehow he hears me, and he wraps one arm around me like a band of steel. “I’ll never let you get hurt,” he promises, his words full of conviction.
If I weren’t already loose from the orgasms, I’d melt even further. As it is, I let my head fall back against Blaze’s chest, reminding myself that I’m taking today for myself. Taking today to enjoy the pleasure Blaze can bring me. Taking today to revel in feeling safe for the first time in years, despite the danger over my head.
As Blaze takes off back into the desert, I take a deep breath of the dry air, and, for once in too long, I let myself feel. Blaze’s body is huge, and inside his arms, I feel protected. With Blaze, I’m safe and, more importantly, I’m free. He doesn’t hold me to keep me down. He’s holding me because he wants me.
My heart leaps and bounces with the rough ride, a realization dampening the flames I’ve been dropped into. I could fall in love with Blaze if I’m not careful.
Closing my eyes against the bright sun, I scold myself. I can’t do this again. When I met Enzo, I was alone and looking for stability and safety. It’s why I fell so deep and, little by little, let Enzo change me and take control of everything in my life. Now I’ve run from what I did, right into Blaze’s protective embrace.
No. I won’t let myself make the same mistake. Blaze is temporary—a way to relieve stress. With the Knights of Hades and Cerberus Securities protecting me, I need to remember I’ll be leaving as soon as I can—even though the idea of leaving Devil’s Haven now sends an ache into my heart.
It’s just because I’ve let myself meet people, I tell myself as Blaze turns us onto the smooth pavement of the long two-lane highway leading back to town. If I’d been smart and kept to myself, Sydney’s apartment would be intact. I could have run after being shot at. I don’t know where I’d have gone, since the car I’d stolen was broken down, but I’d have figured out something.
Now the entire Knights of Hades motorcycle club is in danger, along with Sydney and Lacy. The thought of something happening to the cheerful, kind-hearted pregnant blonde turns my stomach, and I shudder, desperate to hold back the retch growing in my throat.
Blaze’s arm moves against me, interrupting my thoughts, and I grasp his forearm like a lifeline.
“I can feel those thoughts racing in that pretty head of yours.” His voice is loud enough to be clear, but with the town approaching, I’m glad he’s not shouting. “Maybe I need to distract you?”
I don’t have time to wonder what he means as his broad hand splays across my stomach and then slides down until he’s cupping me. It was difficult enough ignoring the vibration of the motorcycle under me. Blaze’s possessive grip—his fingers pressing into my slick folds, the heel of his palm firm against my still swollen clit—is impossible. My eyes flutter and I force them to stay open. I can’t stop the jolt of my hips as my body overrides my brain’s refusal.
I consider telling him no. Not because I don’t desperately want the pleasure he’s proven able to give me, but because it’ll be so much harder to keep the walls up around my heart.
As I bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from moaning, Blaze plays me like a master through my soaked panties and leggings. He doesn’t let the bike wobble once as he steers us through Devil’s Haven and out again, towards the clubhouse. When we’re surrounded by nothing but the desert, he slides his hand into my panties, his fingers sliding through my folds. He curls his hand, sliding his middle two fingers into me.
I moan, letting the wind steal the sound and the rumble of the engine cover the rest of it. Bucking against his fingers, Blaze taunts me with slow, steady thrusts. By the time the clubhouse is in view, I’m practically vibrating with the need to come again. Panic surges as we get closer, along with my desperation. There’s no way he’s cruel enough to keep me on edge and then stop when we arrive, right?
“Blaze.” I try for a growl, but his name is breathy.
He doesn’t say anything, and I cry out when his hand freezes.
“Take what you need, Kennedy,” comes his order. I’m too close to be ashamed. I thrust against his hand, letting go of his arm and bracing both hands against the warm metal of the gas tank. I don’t care how unsafe it is or who might see. All I care about is the orgasm that is so close within reach. I fuck myself on his fingers, sight going blurry as I chase it. I probably look stupid, like I’m fucking his motorcycle, but I don’t give a damn.
My orgasm shatters over me, my mouth opening in a silent scream as my vision whites out. Everything disappears, even the loud engine underneath me. All that tethers me to the world is Blaze’s hand.
When the fog clears and I can see again, I’m cradled against Blaze’s chest again. I meet his eyes, a dreamy smile on my face. His own dark eyes glow like embers, hunger and something else in them. Something there and then gone, so fast I wonder if it was real. Or am I letting my walls down and seeing what I wish was there?
He sits me up, and it’s then I realize we’re in the large garage behind the clubhouse. Thankfully, we’re alone. Holding onto his hand, I slide off his lap and onto my feet. His gaze never breaks as he swings his leg over the bike and stands, our bodies nearly touching. I have to tilt my head all the way back to keep my eyes on his face.
Blaze isn’t like Enzo. I know he’s safe. Despite being a demon, I know, deep inside of me, like some instinct, that he will never hurt me. That with him, it’ll be different. I won’t destroy him.
I reach for him, the top of the walls around my heart beginning to crumble and fall.
A door slams open, the clang of it hitting the wall and echoing through the airy garage like a shotgun blast.
I jerk my hand back, stepping away from Blaze and gulp in air.
“Good, you’re back,” Chainz grumbles, and I whirl towards his voice. He’s marching towards us, an actual chain draped around his neck, his dark aviators in place. “We’ve got problems. Stubs and Bones have eyes on the Light Justicars. The Santi Pastori are on their way here.”
