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Blaze
She beat me. Of all things, I’d never expect this neurotic principal to beat me in a couple games of Bullshit. Not only that, but we spent the day wasting time by playing cards, laughing, and actually getting along. Not only am I completely on edge when it comes to wanting to fuck her, but then throw in the fact that I like her personality when she chills the fuck out. Now I’m a bit of a goner, and I’m not sure what to do with that fact. Would she ever accept me?
She’s kept good on her promise she made to me on not attempting to get away. I’ve had a prospect posted outside my door each time I’ve left the room. Not that I think she’d make it far, but better to be safe than sorry. She’s not aware of the video just yet, and I have a feeling that if she were to get out of here, she’d be contacting the cops immediately. We can’t have that; I don’t want to be locked up, and the club would come down hard on me for that big of a fuck up.
I want to trust her, I do...but I don’t, not just yet. She hasn’t asked me to let her go home since I’ve been back from our run, and that has my head spinning as well. In the past, the captive women begged and pleaded nonstop to be let go. Jekyll always had them killed in the end, but I won’t be hurting Amelia. I don’t care what anyone says if I have to stick to her ass like rubber cement to protect her, I will. I don’t know where the intense necessity to keep her safe has evolved from, but I’m going to roll with it. I’m too old to fight against my gut feeling. I’ve learned over the years to listen to my instincts. When it comes to her, they tell me not to lose her.
“You ready to take care of that bet?” she inquires, smiling widely the next morning while we’re lying in bed. She’s mighty proud of herself for kicking my ass, even though it was only a couple of card games.
“I’m not licking or eating anything disgusting,” I grumble, miffed at her well-earned gloating.
She shakes her head, ready to burst with a laugh. She revels in me being disgruntled far too much. “It’s nothing like that,” Amelia promises, and I snort, not sure I fully believe her or not.
“All right, shoot.”
“You have to spend the day naked with me.”
My brows shoot up. Definitely the last thing I was expecting to come out of her mouth was for me to lose my clothes. I’m naked frequently, especially when I’m chilling in my room. I’m either fucking, showering, or sleeping, so no need for anything covering me up. Her request isn’t anything that’ll be putting me out. If anything, I get to see her on edge a bit. I don’t admit as much to her, of course, let her think she’s got me out of my comfort zone. To be honest, I prefer being naked. I throw on clothes around her, not wanting her to be too uncomfortable, but that can easily change.
“Naked?” I repeat. “You’re sure about this?”
“Mmhmm and no cheating. You have to stay that way all day, even when you leave the room.”
Ah, the kicker...she thinks she’s being sneaky tossing in that last bit.
My lips tilt as I think about Viking’s cursing I know he’ll do when I walk into the kitchen naked to get Amelia and me some breakfast. They’ve all seen my junk plenty of times. He’ll bitch about it while the ol’ ladies will roll their eyes at me. The club whores will giggle and then make me a few offers...so, yeah, being naked won’t be quite that bad for me.
“Fine,” I exhale, acting as if I’m put out by her terms. “A bet’s a bet.”
She beams excited.
“You come up with the other wagers yet?” We made three bets, and of course, each of those times, she won. The games I won were when we didn’t make a wager. Funny how that turned out. I swear she must’ve cheated somehow—no one as goody two shoes and uptight as she is can win three rounds of Bullshit that easily.
“Maybe...”
I lick my bottom lip, curious why she suddenly seems bashful. “Let me have it, babe,” I rasp, enjoying her like this. She’s so fuckin’ sexy, but when she looks all sweet and innocent, it makes me want to corrupt her prim ass.
“I-I want to touch your stomach.”
A wide smile blooms so fiercely my cheeks hurt. A chuckle rumbles my chest. “Oh, yeah? These?” I point down at my abs, and pink dots her cheeks. Cute, so fucking cute.
She follows my finger, her eyes trained on my stomach. She breathily replies, “Yes.”
“I can handle that.”
She reaches out, and I stop her hand before she makes contact.
“But not right now...”
Her nose scrunches, and I chuckle.
“If you touch me there, now...you’d be getting more than you’re asking for.”
“Maybe I want more,” she taunts.
I pull away the blankets resting over my hips to show her my engorged cock. It’s angry and needy, pissed at me for not taking care of my desires sooner. I could fuck a club whore and get a quick release, but they aren’t holding the appeal lately that they used to. “Trust me, you don’t want me like this. It’d be a hard, tense fuck. I’d probably hurt you, and that’s not the image I want you to have of me.”
She looks like she’s ready to pout and pounce on my cock, so I quickly hop out of bed, dead set on doing the right thing with this chick. I refuse to confirm her initial opinions of me being some unhinged heathen who can’t control himself. I meant it when I said the bitch would have to really want it. She needs to be ready to beg me to sink my cock in her pussy before I give in and fuck her like she desperately needs.
After me licking her delicious swollen pink pussy yesterday morning, I can’t help but keep torturing myself thinking of her flavor. I want more and badly. I lost control yesterday when I woke up to discover her coming all over my cock. I was damn near ready to explode and had she rubbed my head anymore, I would’ve. Licking her pussy was the only way I could keep myself from thrusting my cock into her. Tasting her turned me on, but it also gave my dick a chance to have some space too. I’d run to the shower as soon as I’d had her juices on my tongue, then I’d beat my dick so hard, it’s a miracle I don’t have a friction burn today from it.
If my brothers only knew the lengths I’ve gone to with this female, they’d give me hell for months to come, and hell, maybe even longer. Speaking of admitting shit, I need to have a serious chat with Amelia about this damn sex tape. It really fucking sucks, too, since I feel like we’re finally making some headway together, and she’s learning how to relax. This new information is sure to stir the pot and get her hating me all over again, even though it’s not my fault in the slightest. It wasn’t my plan, and fuck knows how Princess dreamed it up.
I rub out my aching cock, amazed it’s not limp from jerking it so hard yesterday. It takes the edge off, but I’m still aroused when I eventually bail from the shower and dry myself off. Looks like everyone who sees me naked today will get an eyeful of stiff dick too. Awesome.
I grab us some grub and manage to procrastinate until after Amelia’s eaten and showered to speak to her about the video. I won’t lie, I’m not looking forward to her flipping her shit on me. I should probably tie her ass up again in case she tries to come at me. The last thing I want is for her to get hurt by her own hand or by mine restraining her.
I sit beside her on the bed and open with, “We need to talk.” I wince at how cliché that shit sounds. I was too much of a wanderer in the past to have any convos like that with women, and for her to be the first, it’s sorta eye-opening. Not that I want to upset women or anything, but Amelia seems to be the one who’s different for me somehow.
She swallows, gazing up at me curiously. She quietly replies, “Okay?”
“It’s nothing bad,” I say, trying to comfort her and end up sighing. I cringe. “Well, fuck...it sorta is.”
Her gaze widens as she folds her hands in her lap. Her legs are pressed together, her perfect tits just chilling in the open. I wish I could touch her right now, make her feel good, so this news isn’t as tough to take. I should give her some clothes, but fuck me, she’s so gorgeous to look at naked.
“While I was gone, something happened. You and uh, P, hooked up?” I ask, pausing as I try to word this correctly and not sound the least bit jealous. I am, though. Fucking shit, I wish it were me in Princess’s place.
She seems a bit shocked, probably at the fact that I know of what has transpired between them. I hadn’t mentioned it before now, so she probably thought I had no idea. Should I be upset that she hasn’t mentioned it to me? No, I’m not her boyfriend. That was her business, even though she’s in my room, in my bed. Yep, I’m irked, all right. Fuck my life.
“Right,” she admits, staring at me, waiting for my reaction. I don’t give her anything though, I’m trying to be calm, so she stays that way as well.
“I’m just going to say it. I’m not good at sugarcoating shit.”
She nods pensive.
“It was all recorded. The club has it on video with you in a very compromising position. If you go to the authorities, tell anyone about being here, or give our club brats a tough time from here on out, the video will be made public.”
She takes it in for a moment before asking, “You’re blackmailing me? Was yesterday recorded as well? Everything I do in here?”
My shoulders bounce, I guess she could call it that. Blackmail, a threat, intimidation tactics, fear, extortion...it’s many things. Apparently, my club doesn’t give two shits that I come off as the asshole schemer with it either. I get it, though. It’s my job to take a little heat for the club, we all have to pull our weight and do our share. “Nothing else has been recorded, and it won’t be in here. You have my word on it.”
Calmly, she asks, “Was this your idea? Did you set it all up?”
She’s being far too calm about this. I don’t know what the fuck to do about it, either. Is she gonna explode or implode?
“It doesn’t matter whose idea it was; I’m executing it.”
“Okay,” she says randomly, breaking the tense silence. She glances around the room, processing. She appears to have a million things firing through that intelligent mind of hers, and I wish she’d say it out loud. I want to fix things, but I haven’t the faintest fucking clue how to.
“What do you mean, ‘okay?’” I’m damn near having to peel my jaw off the floor from her lack of a reaction. She’s being too easy on me; she should be throwing shit or something of the sort. This isn’t uptight principal behavior or typical ol’ lady behavior that I’ve witnessed in the past. When they get pissed, they chuck shit or try to shoot you. Is Amelia about to pull the same thing on me?
“Well,” she says eventually and lies back, gazing up at me. She’s so damn beautiful, even more so like this, right here, right now. “I don’t think this was your idea,” she states firmly. “I think you’re following orders, just like you did with the kidnapping.”
My brow furrows, my lips turned down into a frown as I process what she said. Someone’s been talkin’. They had to be. “How the fuck do you know it wasn’t my idea to take you?”
“Like you said, it doesn’t matter. What does is that it’s all happened already. I don’t want that video made public, so the only answer I can give you about keeping this to myself is okay.”
“But-but you, ah, should be furious...enraged, even, at this happening. I was expecting you to attack my ass over this latest wrench thrown in”
“How can I be angry when I let it happen? I could’ve told her to stop at any time, yet I didn’t. I didn’t want her to; I enjoyed it too much. I’ve been lonely, just floating through my life, and I hadn’t realized that much until I came here. Having Princess and you to talk to every day and even touch me...well, it’s opened my eyes to some things.”
“Yeah?” I ask on bated breath.
She nods and clarifies. “I don’t necessarily like women in a sexual way, but I won’t deny that it didn’t feel good. At the time, I needed it, it made me let go of my fear. Are you angry about it?”
I instantly start grumbling about why I shouldn’t care, as she’s not my woman.
She rolls her eyes, a definite clue she’s been spending a lot of time around P. “I may not be yours, Blaze, but we seem to have this...chemistry.”
“You’re admitting it?”
“I am,” she offers with a sweet smile.
“You can touch me,” I murmur, wanting to feel her hands on my flesh right now. I want to fucking kiss her perfect mouth and rub her all over. I want to pull her to me and wrap my arms around her.
“Hm?”
“The wager from earlier; you can touch me now.”
Her irises light up. “Oh, yeah, one of the many bets that I won.” Her smile blooms wider as she reaches out again. This time, I don’t stop her but lean over her a bit, so she can rub from my abdomen up and over my pecs. My nipples grow stiff at her brush, and I clench my jaw to keep from moaning and telling her I want more. That I want her.
She runs her nails over my flesh after her pass with her fingertips, and I release a low, satisfied groan. The sensations she sends through my body has me nearly purring with pleasure. I lean in closer. She doesn’t shy away, so I lightly nudge the tip of her nose with mine. I want to take her so badly my hands curl into fists, squeezing to garner some patience.
My hand unclenches and moves to cup the side of her face, my thumb caressing her delicate cheek. I move in, putting my mouth to hers. I begin soft, slow, with a chaste peck. She’d kissed my cheek yesterday, and the thought of kissing her has been on my mind since that very moment. Amelia perks up, applying a touch more pressure, letting me know that she wants it too.
The last mating of our mouths was when I’d kissed her to shut her up. It was more one-sided than anything, and I revel in her wanting to reciprocate this time.
I move to draw her bottom lip between mine, nibbling before I release the perfect flesh. She responds by squirming underneath me and raking her nails over my abs. Her mouth parts, and I dive in. My tongue twists with hers, the breeding of our mouths completely consuming my thoughts. Nothing else matters but here and now, her and me, like this.
The chemistry between us is unlike anything I’ve felt before. She challenges me verbally along with her kiss. I want to consume her, and if she’d let me, I would. She’s far too comfortable with being in control and implementing the boundaries of her relationships, but with us, I’m not going to allow it. She won’t shut me out; I won’t give her a chance to.
My free hand braces beside her, keeping me from squishing her, but I want to feel every inch of her. I allow my form to lightly relax into her, our nakedness coming in full contact with one another. My cock grows stiffer than before, wanting to take this further, but I have to be patient with Amelia.
She responds in kind, spreading her legs open more so I can rub my length against her. We each respond with groans, our kiss evolving into something much more erotic. My hips twist, pushing against her flesh that’s quickly turning slippery. She wants it just as badly as I do.
But...I swore she’d fuckin’ beg me for it, and I’m a bastard who revels in knowing she wants it. With one last grind of my cock against her warm, soaked core, I pull away. Her lips are swollen and pink as she gazes at me with a dazed expression. Any man who takes one look at her will know her ass is owned. She’s mine, there’s no doubt in my mind about it, she just has to realize it as well.
“Blaze?” she sighs my name, curious why I ended things before they truly began.
I sit back, taking deep breaths to abstain myself from having my way with her right here and now.
“Yeah, babe?” My voice is unnaturally deep and gravely.
“You don’t have to stop...”
“Mm, I do.”
Her nose screws up, displeased. She’s fucking adorable when she pouts. “I don’t understand.”
I shrug. “You don’t have to. I need to take care of something real quick.”
“Right now?”
“Yep.”
She closes her eyes for a beat, just as frustrated as I am at this point. She could change this if she’d give in and beg me for it. I have to steal away that last little bit of strong will from her before I know she can truly be mine. She has to be willing to give it all to me because once I claim her, there’s no going back.
A brother’s commitment means more than the average Joe, and she has to be ready to be my property. I’m trying to be patient with the stubborn woman, but I’m wound the fuck up inside over her. Princess and everyone else is right—this woman obviously came into my life for a reason. It just took me a minute to figure out what that justification was.
I head to the kitchen and chug a shit ton of ice water, attempting to get my mind right and off fucking Amelia Stone. I’ve been beating my dick so much lately that I know it won’t help right now. I may tug the motherfucker off if I try to relieve myself now.
Heading back to my room, I nod to Frost for standing guard and notice my door’s cracked open. I gesture to it, and he mouths, “Princess.”
I move to push it open, but he places a hand on my arm before I make contact. I meet his gaze again, not giving two fucks about being stark naked. He taps his ear, and as he’s doing it, I hear P and Amelia’s voices clear as day. Maybe I’ll wait for a few, I need to find out what the fuck they could have to say to each other.
