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Blaze
I sit down hard on the barstool and gruffly order, “Frost, give me a fuckin’ whiskey.” I need something harder than my usual beer. Hell, at this rate, I need an entire bottle. That woman in my room has me all types of twisted up.
He nods, his eyes wide at my need for liquor this early in the day. I tend to stick to beer unless it’s going to be a night full of partying, then I drink, smoke, snort, or whatever else seems good at the moment to get down with. Mornings are usually for coffee and Baileys or Bloody Marys. Not today, though.
The prospect sets down the rocks glass filled with two fingers worth of amber liquor. I instantly down it, gesturing for a refill. “I may need the bottle at this rate,” I admit aloud.
A low whistle comes from my left, and then Odin’s sliding into the seat beside me. “A little early, huh? Even for you.” He smirks.
“Long night,” I grumble. “Actually, a long night and a longer morning.”
“Yeah? Not a good one, then?”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles. “The fuck’s got your panties in a wad?”
“That bitch from the school.”
“The principal?” His brow wrinkles.
I nod and chin-lift in the direction of our rooms. “You guys haven’t seen her naked. Sexiest bitch I’ve ever fucking seen. And her mouth...God help me, she’s gonna put me in an early grave.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad, brother.”
“The hell it’s not, I have to lay next to her ass all night long.”
He shrugs. “She hot, but her pussy loose? You could lay elsewhere.”
I shoot him a glare. For some reason, the thought of anyone talking about Amelia’s pussy, even my blood cousin—my MC brother—it pisses me the hell off. “I wouldn’t know, and I’m sleeping in my bed.”
“What?” he exclaims, mouth hanging in surprise. “You’ve had her for, what...days now, right? You haven’t tapped that ass yet?”
I shake my head, hanging it. “She doesn’t want me...well, I thought as much until this morning. I don’t know if that was me or something else, though.”
“What happened this morning?”
I swear, if this fucker laughs, I’m going to punch him. “She kept wiggling around and shit made my cock hard as fuck. She didn’t shy away from it, though. She kept moving her thighs together, squeezing my tip.”
“Damn, brother,” he grunts.
I nod. “I promised not to touch her from the start, so she’d quit freaking the fuck out. Anyhow, she ended up turning over. I had my hand over her before her squeezing had woken me up...the bitch was grinding against my hand, practically riding it. I wanted to put my fingers in her so bad and thrust into her ass while she was rubbing her pussy all over my hand.”
“Holy fuck, Blaze. The fuck’d you do? You still didn’t nail her?”
I shake my head, my body warm from the whiskey or her, who the hell knows. “I let her do her thing, she came all over my hand.”
“Goddamn, brother. You’re a better man than me; I’d have fed her my pipe.”
“As soon as I knew she was asleep, I licked my fingers and jerked my dick. Mind you, I just jerked my cock the night before from seeing her fine ass tied up in my room.”
“You need to get your dick wet, brother; you’ll be all sorts of fucked up otherwise. You shouldn’t be letting this bitch get the better of you.”
“Trust me, man, it was the last motherfucking thing I was ever expecting, especially from her uptight ass. She thinks she’s a motherfuckin’ saint but then goes and pulls that sort of shit. Took everything I had not to hold her down and thrust my cock in her.”
“I bet, shit. Cherry ever pulled that sort; I’d have her tied to my bed. I’d fuck her till she couldn’t sit down for the rest of the day.” He slaps my shoulder and gives it a brotherly squeeze. “You better drink a few more of those. Maybe whiskey dick will help you out.”
“Never thought I’d see the day I’d be asking for whiskey dick.”
He chuckles. “Good luck, brother.”
“You out of here?”
He nods. “I’m meeting Ares. Sinner set up another ammo order for us.”
“Why’s our VP picking it up and not one of us?” Odin’s the youngest in our club and a damn good vice president.
“I heard he’s got a new Doberman; I want to check it out.” He shrugs, and I relax a bit.
A laugh breaks free, finally a reason for me to smile today. “You guys and those damn dogs.”
He shrugs unperturbed. “The ol’ ladies have been trying to get the resources together to start a rescue. Figure if I’m building Cherry a house, I may as well get a dog to go with it.”
“Jesus, settling down, huh?”
“One day, it’ll be you, brother.”
Smirking, I shake my head. “I won’t hold my breath. You taking the truck, then?”
He nods. “I’ll catch you later.”
“Bet.” We bump knuckles, and then he’s out the door.
I’m left to my whiskey, which I promptly down again and gesture to Frost for some more. I’m not going to get much done today if I proceed with this routine.
A throat clears, garnering my attention. I glance back to find my blood cousin and MC brother, Viking, behind me.
“‘Sup, man,” I greet.
He grunts and takes the seat beside me. Vike’s brooding will give mine a run for the money any day. He motions to Frost, and the prospect quickly hands over a cold bottled water to the Oath Keepers’ prez. Everyone is well aware of our prez remaining sober for the most part. He likes to keep his head straight, and I respect him for it. When Viking goes off the deep end, there’s no reeling him back, and I don’t think any of us could handle seeing him treat Princess poorly like he did for a beat.
“Odin just split.”
He nods and grunts. “Asshole stopped by my office. Mentioned a dog.”
With a smirk, I nod back. Regardless of him and Odin being blood brothers, he doesn’t treat him any different than the other members around here. Hell, Viking’s been more of a father figure to him than Jekyll ever was. May that man rot in the fiery pits of hell. “Any updates on when we’re headed out?” I go for a subject change, not wanting to think about Jekyll any longer.
“We’re riding tomorrow night. I’ll be letting the others know tomorrow at noon. They’ll have enough time to reel everyone in on lock-down, and then we’ll take care of business. I don’t want it discussed until then.”
“Damn.” My fingers massage my temples. I still have my principal to think about, and dare I say it, but worry over.
“What’s going on?” He grumbles after chugging half his bottle. The plastic flexes, making a crunching sound in his mammoth grip.
“It’s Amelia.”
“Who?” His face screws up, not familiar with her name.
“The principal, she’s in my room. I don’t know what to do with her while we’re gone, either.”
Frost belches loudly, and Viking casts him an unamused glance before replying. “The motherfucker is next to glasses and chips. Needs to shut his fuckin’ trap.”
I agree. That’s fucking gross.
“Torch won’t let her get away,” he rationalizes, and it doesn’t bring me any relief.
“Shit, man. I’ll come back, and he’ll have strangled her something.”
He chuckles lowly. “Sounds like problem solved then.”
I shake my head. “I promised not to hurt her.”
He snorts.
I roll my eyes. “I’m serious.”
“Yeah? Now I’m curious what this bitch looks like. She must be fine as fuck if you’ve switched from tormentor to tormented.”
“Fuck off.”
His eyes light up. I pretty much just confirmed whatever he’d had in his head. Fuck my life. The last thing any of these assholes around here need is leverage to give me any more shit. We bust each other’s balls enough without any extra ammunition readily available to dip into. “Mm.”
“Nah, it’s not like that.”
He nods, completely not buying it.
“I just don’t want her to end up six feet under or traumatized is all.”
“See if Princess and Bethany will check on her and bring her a sandwich every now and then. I wouldn’t let Smokey’s old ass in there, though. He may drug her and attempt to get his dick hard.”
“And I’ll castrate the old perverted fuck,” I mutter.
Vike’s brows raise. “Damn, brother. She gonna be on the back of your bike soon? Honey will pitch a fit, that I’m sure of.”
I shrug. “She won’t, and Honey’s well aware that she’s only a means to an end. Nothing more.”
“Ask the other brothers who’re wifed up. They’ll tell you what a jealous bitch Honey can be when a new ol’ lady comes around.”
“She’s not my ol’ lady. There are too many women out there that I still need to fuck.”
He smirks, done arguing about it. “I’ll take your word on it, brother. Talk to P and Bethany.”
“Bet, that sounds like a good plan.”
“And don’t say shit to that uptight bitch about anything, or I’ll have Torch cut your fuckin’ tongue out.”
I scoff and take a gulp of the whiskey. It burns a bit but helps make my thoughts of Amelia a bit less prominent. “My lips are sealed. Honey’s, however, need to be wrapped around my cock, especially if we’re popping smoke tomorrow. I’m gonna go hunt her ass down and remind her she belongs on her knees with me.”
Viking quietly chuckles, shaking his head. He fist bumps my knuckles as I stand and head in the opposite direction. I set out for Honey but end up in the kitchen. I need to make something for Amelia. I don’t want her getting hungry or wanting for anything while she’s with me. Honey can always suck my dick later. There’s no rush to get to her.
***
“HER NAME’S PRINCESS? Is that her actual name or a nickname?” Amelia asks me the following day. I’ve been telling her about P and Bethany captivesitting her while I’m on our run. “And it’ll just be her and a dark-haired woman? Are you leaving?”
With a huff, I get defensive. “You’re not supposed to be asking questions, remember? And it’s none of your business what I’ll be doing. I told you already, I have to work so the women will be checking in on you and making sure you have food.”
“Are they good people, though?”
“Am I?” I can’t help but ask, miffed at the tone of her inquisitiveness. “And you’ve met P already, she helped you shower.”
She blushes for some reason and doesn’t say anything else regarding Princess.
“If an old fucker comes in here smelling like smoke, you kick him in the nuts. Don’t hesitate, just nail him good and hard, straight away.” Smokey’s always been a pervert. I don’t think he’ll try anything, but better safe than sorry.
Her eyes widen. “What? Why on earth would I kick an old man? I’m not a violent woman!”
“He’s a pervert. My prez said the old fucker may drug you and try to fuck ya. I won’t be in here to snap his neck for you.”
Her lip trembles and I have to hold back my laugh. She’s not as hard now with all those suppressants leaving her system. She’s starting to act like a normal woman. It’s refreshing and beyond sexy. Just being in her presence has me strung tight. I want to sink my cock inside her so badly; it kept me up half the goddamn night. I’ve been jerking my cock enough with her here that I outta have bigger forearms in no time.
“Don’t get upset...I’m telling you how it is. Be a good girl and listen to me.”
She glares, her temper flaring up. I love it that she’s mouthy and feisty as fuck. Makes my dick harder than granite. “Don’t patronize me,” she hisses, and I flash her a predatory grin.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. You best not forget that. Besides, I wasn’t. I was telling you to fucking do as I said, just trying to be nice about it.” I shrug, and she sighs. “What now?”
She stares at the floor and admits softly, “I want to go home.”
“All this because I won’t be around for a few days? You’re going to miss me? I thought you hated me?”
“I don’t necessarily hate you, although I should, you did kidnap me. And to answer your questions, no, I won’t miss you.”
“But? I can hear there’s a but coming.”
“But, in here, you’re what I know.”
“Ah. So, it’s not me you’ll miss, it’s fear of the unknown that has your feathers ruffled.”
She shrugs, not replying. Amelia’s finally opening up to me, even just a little bit, and I have to go take care of business. Figures. I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out on me for too long though. We’ll just have to pick back up where we left off when I return. She’s got two weeks of vacation, so I’ll have another week before the school will begin to notice her absence when I return. I’ve made progress with her this past week; I know I can get even further with some more time. This ride is coming up at the shittiest time.
“Look at me,” I command, and her gaze hits my chin. “My eyes,” I snap. She complies, and I tell her seriously, “Princess and Bethany won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t be far, just taking care of some work. I’ll be back before you know it, and everything will be okay.”
She stays quiet, and I give her a sincere look.
“Have I broken my word to you this far?”
She shakes her head.
“So, trust me when I say you’ll be okay. As long as you’re in my room, you’re safer here than in a police office.”
“If I had to guess, I’d say everyone here is extremely dangerous too. Your idea of safe and mine are clearly on opposite spectrums.”
“If anyone hurts you, I’ll kill them myself. That’s one promise you can count on.”
She doesn’t want to admit it, but I can see the relief in her eyes. Surprisingly, I really do mean my promise. If someone so much as fucks with her, it’ll be hell to pay, ‘cause I’ll be on the warpath in her name.
