Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(5)

“Montana.”

“That fits,” he answers cryptically. “How did you end up in Georgia?”

“That’s two questions. It’s supposed to be my turn.”

“I’ll owe you one.”

“My mother remarried.”

“You don’t sound happy about it. Who’s your stepdad?”

“Ah, ah, ah. It’s my turn. Umm… What made you decide to join a motorcycle gang?”

“Club, not gang.” He grumbles. I can tell the question irritates him.

“Club,” I amend, waiting.

“That is a question for another time,” he says, getting up and reaching out his hand to me.

“Time to go?” I ask stupidly, because I don’t really want him to leave yet. I enjoy our time together. In fact, spending the mornings with Skull has become the highlight of my day.

“I’m afraid so, querida. I have a meeting I can’t reschedule.”

I get up and let him lead me outside. He always holds me close and puts his hand on my lower back. I like the feeling. It feels as if he has to have me near. I don’t think I’ve ever had that.

“Thank you for breakfast. I’ve really enjoyed talking with you this week,” I tell him lamely as we come to a stop outside the café. Then he does something that I’ve been admittedly wanting from the first time he spoke to me. His hand slides around the side of my neck and he pulls me to him. The texture of his skin is rough, and a shiver runs through me at the way he grabs and demands I follow his lead. At the same time he pulls me into him, his thumb applies pressure under my chin, so I raise my lips towards him. I don’t really need the encouragement. I want his kiss.

At first, his lips against mine scare me. His taste is intense and I want to drink from it. I may never want to stop. But the cold metal of the hoop in his lip touches me and it feels… strange. Does it hurt him? How do I kiss him?

“Run your tongue over it and tug gently,” he coaches, reading my mind, and I do as he instructed. It feels different, but erotic… especially when he groans and shifts my head so he can delve into my mouth. I guess he likes my fumbling. That’s the last sane thought I have before I get completely lost in his kiss and the way his tongue seeks out every inch of my mouth.

When we break away, I say the only word I can think of at the moment: “Wow.”

He lets out a snort of laughter, and his fingers wrap into the hair at the back of my neck. The pressure is enough to cause a small sting of pain. He rests his forehead against mine. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but I like it. Eventually, he pulls away and his dark eyes look dangerous, intense. They are predatory.

“I think my knees are weak,” I tell him before I can stop myself.

“Come with me, Beth. You can wait for me at the club, then I will most definitely f*ck you until your knees are weak. You won’t be able to stand for days,” he promises, and I’m completely positive he could make good on that promise.

But I need to go back to reality. “You keep bringing up sex. I feel it only fair to tell you, I’ve taken a vow of chastity,” I tell him, avoiding eye contact.

“Chastity? Mujer loca! What the f*ck for?”

“My life is complicated. This is a way to simplify it.”

“So, you are saving yourself for marriage?” he asks incredulously. It annoys me because, although it’s not a popular decision in the biker world, it is not completely unheard of in the rest of the world.

“Not exactly. I just don’t need anything or anyone making my life more difficult right now.”

“I’ll change your mind,” he says, and he sounds so cocky and sure of himself that it annoys me further.

“That’s not possible,” I huff, pulling away from him. I turn around, intent on getting away. I’m not even sure why I’m upset. Part of it is because he’s not taking me seriously. The other part, and it is considerably larger, is the fact that I kind of want him to talk me out of it, and that cannot happen, will not happen.

He slaps me on the ass. It stuns me and I turn around to look at him.

“Be at breakfast tomorrow, Beth. Do not make me come find you.”

I don’t answer because there’s not much to say. I want to tell him I won’t be there, but we both know I’d be lying. I’ll be there because I can’t stop myself. I can’t stay away from Skull, and that’s bad—for both of us.





“There’s no way you can sneak out again today,” says Michelle, one of my friends from school. “The sisters are already upset that you’ve missed classes two days straight. They’re not buying that you’re that sick. Mother Margaret already brought up that you were missing Sunday, too. Three days, Beth! If Tiffany hadn’t been covered up in your bed pretending to be you at curfew check, you’d already be screwed!”

“I know, I know… but I just need one more day. Then, I’ll make an excuse to Skull on why I can’t be there for a few days. Please? I just need your help to make it happen today.”

“I can’t believe you’re dating a guy named Skull,” she says. “When you decide to taste the wild side, you go all out, woman.”

“Yeah, I know. Will you do this for me, Michelle? Please?”