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Amelia
“You betrayed me, my trust,” I declare adamantly as Princess waltzes into Blaze’s room. I wasn’t mad at Blaze over the video because I know it was Princess and Bethany who were at the root of this plan, not him.
She shrugs. Wearing a sneer, she argues, “You stressed out my best friend. She and Night have been through enough in their lifetime, they don’t need to deal with your shit.”
“Their son broke the rules! I wasn’t singling him out; I was doing my job.”
“Which is understandable. But when you found out who Maverick’s dad is, you did single him out. You moved to expel him! Mav is the sweetest little boy I know. He’s also my godson, and I’ll do whatever I have to, to protect my family.”
“Look, I’ll admit I was biased, okay? I understand now that it was wrong on my part to be that way, but that boy can’t go around kissing sweet adolescent girls. It’s a basis for sexual harassment, they could be bothered by it for the rest of their lives!”
“He’s a little boy, for fuck’s sake! Where the hell do you get off on taking the love out of a young child?” She fumes, growing angrier by the second. “You’re upset because your trust was betrayed? Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am? You’re lucky I didn’t have one of the brothers slit your throat for going after my family! I wouldn’t even have to get my fingers dirty to deal with you, but I went soft on ya. I fucked you and made a video of it to keep your ass in line. Blaze cares for you a considerable amount, too much to hurt you, so I stepped in and took care of it. You can hate me all you want, but trust me when I say it could’ve been so much worse than what you got.”
I nod, not sure what to say. I’m generally not a confrontational person. I like to nip it in the bud before it gets to that point, but obviously, Princess is the opposite. I don’t doubt it for a second that their revenge toward me could’ve been graver. I’m more hurt that I was obtuse enough to believe she was a friend to me in the first place, that I was making way here with anyone.
“And for the record, you’re fortunate you had to deal with Nightmare on this whole situation. If Bethany had been off of work to take those calls from your office, she’d have shown up to those parent meetings and rearranged your face. And the kicker? You’d have not been able to do shit to stop her because in case you missed the memo, the Oath Keepers own the sheriff’s department. Hell, the sheriff himself used to ride with my father back in the day, so, please, fuck with us some more.”
“Why do you people resort to physical violence and these types of threats?”
She snorts. “Because some people need an ass-kicking to understand a point. You have your nose so far in the air, you need to be taken down a few pegs. Welcome to reality, where you’re not the smartest person in the room. Where your actions have consequences. We support our community one hundred percent, but you painted us as the bad guys when we could’ve been your greatest asset.”
“So, you became the bad guys since I saw you in that perspective?” I query.
She nods concurring. “We did. You wanted us to be a problem, so we became one. We were more than willing to help out the school as far as donating money, baked goods, food for the poor kids during the holidays, and even security, but you practically spit on us.”
I shake my head. “I won’t take bribes; it’s against my morals.”
“It wasn’t a bribe...it was to show you that we care too, just like any other parent out there. We love motorcycles, we enjoy having fun and don’t always make the best decisions, but we love our kids just as much as anybody else. Hell, probably more; family is absolutely everything to us whether you’re our blood or our chosen family.”
“I can see that now.” I bite my lip, feeling true remorse for the way I’ve treated them before I actually knew the type of people they were. I judged them when it wasn’t my place. “I apologize for any stress I’ve caused the parents and kids here. I should’ve at least given Blaze the courtesy of hearing him out.”
“Thank you,” Princess breathes out, letting her guard down a touch. “It’d go much further if you said that to Bethany, Nightmare, Torch, and Viking. This wouldn’t be happening right now if you’d have given us a chance.”
Tears crest as I lower my gaze to the floor and nod again. I can’t believe how idiotic I’ve been. She’s right about one thing; I thought I was better than them, and here they’re still offering to help my school. Not only my school but the children who truly need it, and I was stopping that from happening with my stubbornness.
Blaze has proved me wrong in my skewed beliefs of the Oath Keepers, however. Sure, he’s kept me locked away, but he’s also shown me compassion the entire time I’ve been here. I can only imagine how horrifying it could’ve been if someone else had gotten angry and kidnapped me. I could be dead, raped, mutilated, frozen, or who knows what, right now. Rather, I’ve got a full stomach, a comfy, clean bed, and people checking on me to make sure I’m okay. It’s a bit ironic, actually. I can’t remember the last time I had nothing to worry about, and being here has started to take most of my stress away, especially now that things are evolving with Blaze. I was under duress in the beginning, but it was all manufactured in my mind—I was never in any real danger so long as I did what they asked of me.
“You said he cares about me?” I question, wondering how true that really is. Ever since she said it, it’s stuck with me.
She nods. “He used to not think twice about hurting women, but he’s changed. With you, though...he’d take a bullet for you. I know it.” Her brows raise as her hands rest on her hips. “And I’ll tell you right now, you better fall in line if you plan on sticking around. It doesn’t matter how much Blaze loves you, I’m the Ice Queen around here, and I can make your life a living hell. That man deserves something special, and so help me, you better be that special.”
I swallow, my throat is tight and dry. She said he loves me. I can’t help but feel warm with that notion. Could she be right about Blaze’s feelings? And if so, what does that mean exactly?
I’m used to running the show, but clearly, around here, it’s Princess’s rule when it comes to the women of the MC. I have to admit, I respect her. She’s stepped in and taken care of things for her family and their club. It takes a strong, intelligent woman to do that. Even I can see that much. “I may not like that you made the video, but I recognize why you did it. It still hurts since I allowed myself to be vulnerable with you, but I respect you for taking care of your family.”
She nods. “I will always do what I need to for them.”
“Then, they’re lucky to have you.”
Her hands release her hips, falling to her sides. She’s let go of some of the tension and anger she’d been wearing when she’d entered.
“You truly believe he loves me?” I probe, and the door opens.
Blaze comes in. “P?”
She sends him a radiating smile, and if she weren’t already married, I’d be twisting with jealousy. “Just checking on your captive.” She sends him a wink. He smirks in return. “Wow, you’re, uh...naked too?” She chuckles, shaking her head at him.
He nods. “Yeah, turns out Amelia knows how to play a game of Bullshit.”
Her brows hike again. “Mm, you don’t say?” She glances at me, surprise coating her gaze. She and the other ol’ ladies are the ones who taught me how to play. “And you lost?” She teases him. “Did Teach make a bet with you as well?” Teach is the nickname the ladies gave me when we were playing our card games. I tried to explain I’m a principal, but none of them were hearing it.
He nods, his cheeks tinting pink. He’s cute like that, versus his usual sexy, smirking self.
“Well,” she grins, flashing a glance at me, “looks like there’s hope for you yet.” She meets Blaze’s gaze again, saying, “I’ll leave you to it. My ol’ man will castrate you if he discovers that I’m in your room with you naked.”
Blaze grunts. “Yeah, uh, please leave before that happens.” He chuckles and gestures to the hall.
She sends me a quick, serious look before striding through the doorway, calling out a cheery, “Have fun,” in her wake.
My eyes find his, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s right. Does he love me? And if so, do I love him too?
***
“WHAT’S HAPPENING TODAY?”
“Why do you think that today’s any different than yesterday?” Blaze asks.
We’ve fallen into this routine, being trapped in his tiny space together. I wake up warm and completely turned on in his arms. Today was no different. I couldn’t resist rubbing his length against me until he’d spilled himself over my thighs. I don’t remember ever desiring a man as much as I do Blaze. Yet, he’s stubborn and holds out from penetrating me. I don’t understand it; he should be well aware by now that I want to have sex with him.
My lips tilt into a slight smile, and I find myself peering up at him through my lashes. When did I become that woman? Biting my bottom lip, I shrug, clasping my hands behind my back. I’m on full display for him, but it’s not an issue anymore. I’ve been naked in front of him for far too long to over analyze what he may think about my body. He said he likes it, and considering he’s hard around me daily, I believe him.
His cobalt irises flash to my chest, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes my breasts in. He loves them. We’ve had some pretty heavy make-out sessions the past few days, and he’s always licking between my thighs and sucking my nipples.
“I think your time here’s almost come to an end.” His cerulean orbs meet mine, serious. It was the last thing I was expecting him to say. In fact, I’d begun to wonder if he’d ever let me leave. I’ve grown used to being around him all the time, I don’t know what it’ll be like to go back to before. I’m not that same person anymore. Of course, I don’t let him know any of those thoughts and feelings. I do want to be able to leave his room at some point in my life, even if I’ve grown comfortable around him.
“Is that so? Have I passed all of your requirements?”
He licks his bottom lip, fire back in his stare. “Not all of them.”
“Oh? What exactly haven’t I done that you wanted?”
He shakes his head, resting his hands on his hips. I push my chest out a bit more. I want him to keep looking at me like that. It makes me feel desired and sexy.
“I haven’t felt that sweet pussy of yours wrapped around my cock yet.”
My smile grows. “I can recall a multitude of times that I’ve told you I want more, to go further.”
“Mm,” he grunts. His hand moves, reaching out to touch my core. “You wet right now?” he rasps, and I pant, my vision going hazy as his fingertip teases my clit. The digit slides lower, through my lips to feel my entrance. He groans. “Fuck, babe, you are.”
My palms move to his pecs, they’re muscular and his nipples are pierced. It turns me on like crazy. He’s everything I’m not—the yin to my yang. Leaning in, I press up on my tippy-toes to brush my mouth to his. Pausing against his lips, I whisper, “Please?” I’ve asked for him to go further, but each time he holds back, telling me it’s not enough. It’s to the point that when he puts his hands or mouth on me, I feel like my body and my core is going to combust.
His nostrils flare, his irises blazing. “More,” he growls, the order making my body shiver and my nipples pebble. He’s always quick to order me around. It used to infuriate me, but now it drives me crazy in an entirely different way.
“Please?” I whimper, ready to beg at this point. I need to feel him everywhere. It’s like the thought has begun to consume me.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “I love hearing you say it like that. You want me to fuck you, babe?”
“Yes, badly,” I admit, crossing everything I have in hopes he’ll finally surrender and offer up what I so desperately crave.
“Then say it again,” he rumbles, and my brows jump.
“What?”
He pulls his mouth back a touch, and I panic, not wanting him to stop and leave me hanging again. He’s done it so many times that I’ve felt like pulling my hair out. Scrambling, I plead with the first thing that comes to mind. “Please? Please, Blaze? I-I want you; I want you inside me.”
His grin is feral as his hands wrap around me, locking tight. He grabs me into his arms, and then we’re moving. He’s ambling toward the bed, hauling me along in his muscular hold. My naked form presses against his sturdy frame, and I want to rub all over him. He’s in a pair of jeans and nothing more, the faded denim material hanging dangerously low to show off his V and chiseled abs.
He tosses me to the bed; I bounce, and my mouth falls open with surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to just throw me on here. Then he’s climbing over my body, wearing a cocky smirk that I find increasingly tempting the more he does it.
He comes at me, expression fierce. He’s on a mission, I don’t know whether to be more turned on or scared at how intense he is. He takes my mouth in a blistering kiss, his tongue practically lashing at mine. It’s all consuming. I can’t think of anything beyond him, here in this very moment. My heart thunders in my chest, my hands shooting to his shoulders. I have to hold onto something, as he’s moving full speed ahead. This is a new level compared to everything we’ve done already. He’s on a mission. It’s beyond hot to witness him just as turned on as he makes me.
His mouth takes a path lower, sucking and nipping along my throat. “Oh!” I cry out, loving the impression he elicits through my body. “I-is this really happening? Finally?” I manage to pant out loud with a breathy stutter.
“Mmhmm. Told ya, babe, you had to beg. Once you whimpered that sweet little please, I was ready to sink my cock in your pussy.”
“Please.” I do it again, now aware of how much it affects him.
He rumbles with a pleased growl, and his finger breaches my entrance. It’s the first time he’s ever fully penetrated my core. Before, with his tongue, he’d only play with my clit and suck on my lips to clean my juices. Stars fill my vision at his long, thick finger pushing in as deeply as he can.
“Oh! Yes! B-Blaze, please don’t stop!” I plead, wanting anything and everything he’ll give me at this moment.
“I’m not stopping, Amelia; I’ve just begun with you.” He continues to move his fingers inside me until I’m spasming around him with my first orgasm. It’s quick and intense, but that’s how they all seem to be when it comes to him touching me. The man is magic in the sex department.
He allows me to ride out my orgasm before pulling away to lick his fingers clean and flick the button free on his jeans. He doesn’t bother to unzip them, he just shoves the pants off his hips. His muscular thighs come into view as he works to push them all the way down. He kicks his jeans free, and they fly off somewhere into the background.
“Wow,” I whisper as I rub my hands over his form. I’ve felt him before, but like this, it’s just different somehow. Maybe because I know we’re finally taking this all the way.
His cock head plays at my entrance, the tip slipping just inside my hole from my wetness. His hips shift, but he doesn’t slide in any farther. My chest rises and falls with the intensity. I can’t believe he hasn’t just rammed right inside. Surprisingly, I want him to.
Blaze groans, clenching his eyes closed for a beat and exhales heavily. “Goddamn,” he mutters under his breath before he shifts again. His arm flexes above me as he uses one hand to grab onto the headboard and the other to grasp my hip. He’s remarkable. I’ve never seen so many muscles on display in my life. You’d think the man is carved from stone with how absolutely perfect every inch of him is.
The headboard creaks, and my eyes jump to the spot his hand grips onto. “Did the bed just break?” There’s no way that sound was from the wood flexing under his hold alone, there can’t be. I know he’s strong, but...breaking the headboard?
He shrugs, his eyes glittering with desire. “Not worried about it, babe. You sure you’re not a virgin?” His hand strays from my hip to grip his girth. He’s big in all places, did I mention that before? He works to fit inside me, and a blush steals over my body. I didn’t think I was this tight; the men in the past never had to put forth much effort to fit inside me, but they weren’t this size either. Normally, I’d just tell them what I wanted, have them lay on their backs, and then take what I needed. With Blaze, however, I doubt that’ll fly. He likes being in control far too much.
“I’m not a virgin, you’re just bigger than the men in the past,” I admit, and it strikes a wide, pleased smile from him.
“It’s those frail beta-bitches, babe. You’re not used to real men. It’s all good, I’m happy to be your first.” He winks and continues, “I’m only seven and a half inches long, but I’m as wide as a monster.”
“A monster sounds about right.” I try to lighten the tone and huff out a laugh. I won’t lie; it stings a bit with each inch he pushes inside me.
“It’s as wide as a canned Coke, babe.” He chuckles and flexes his hips. The move pushes him in fully, and I cry out, my muscles tightening up. The feeling is unreal, he’s right; I’ve never had anything like this before. The fullness of him has me ridiculously turned on and my core spasming. He doesn’t have to do anything, just stick his cock inside, and I’m already coming.
“Oh, my!” I call loudly and bite down on my bottom lip. I may tear it in half at this rate.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly, you feel fucking great.” He moves, pulling out a bit and then thrusting forward. It sends me spiraling, and in the next beat, I’m screaming, clawing at him as bliss hits me harder than the time before. My head flies back, but I fight it, not wanting to take my eyes off his physique.
“Please, please, don’t stop,” I plead. I’d never thought I’d so willingly beg and from a man to boot. He’s making me come twice in a matter of minutes; he wasn’t exaggerating about knowing what to do with women. I don’t want to think of him with anyone else right now. Here in this moment, he’s with me, and that’s all I care about. Besides, when did I become territorial with Blaze, anyhow?
“Don’t you worry; I won’t be stopping anytime soon,” he repeats, and I sigh, content with him having his way with me.
He plunges ahead, and the bed shakes, the headboard slams into the wall behind. It makes a thundering clap, my eyes widening with it. He just shrugs, offering me a cute smile and fucks me into oblivion. He wasn’t fibbing about not stopping, and, well, I won’t be walking straight anytime soon because of it.
Oh, and I was right, he broke the headboard.
