Released (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(66)

The room goes quiet, all eyes moving to the tall mountain who is so somber and quiet now that it’s hard to reconcile him with the laughing man I once knew. His beard and hair have grown until I’m not sure what is beneath them anymore.

“Brother,” Torch starts.

“I know exactly how he feels because every day I fight to keep from leaving the club and not looking back.”

“You want free?” asks Skull.

“I want to be alone. Maybe not forever, but then again, maybe so. I can’t sleep without remembering. I’m tired.”

“It’s my fault…”

“It’s not. I should have gotten rid of Jan ages ago. I could have taken my baby and kicked her out. It’s on my shoulders, not yours, boss.”

The room is thick with emotion. I war with myself, but in the end I push forward.

“I like being the president’s old lady.”

“You what?” Skull asks, shocked.

“I like being the old lady to a president,” I repeat. “My father was a president, so it’s in my blood.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t want you to step down. I like our life. I like our club. I want Gabby to grow up being surrounded by a bunch of men ready to lay their lives down for her. I like having my sister close and a brother-in-law in the club. I like it all. Everything about it… and I don’t want to give that up.”

“Mi cielo…”

“I’m a Devil’s Blaze badass biker chick. My old man is the president, and I like it. It’s in my blood. It’s who I am.”

“Mierda,” Skull says, but I see relief in his eyes.

“Well, at least your woman has balls,” Briar says, still upset at being thought a traitor, I’m sure.

“She gets them from her dad,” Tucker says with a laugh, but when I look up at him, all I see is pride. I’ve never had that before. It feels really good.





“Skull! Put me down! You’ve only been out of the hospital for a week!”

“I’m fine, mi cielo. More than fine, and I need my woman.”

“Skull! It’s too soon! You almost died!”

“Las tonterías! It’s been too long, Beth,” I tell her as we make it to the door of our room. Once we get through it, I kick it shut with my foot.

“But your stitches….”

“Will be fine. I’m going to be using my dick, not my back,” I tell her, letting her gently down to the floor.

“Got it all planned out, do you?” she asks, but she’s smiling at me.

“All except one thing, mi amor.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” she admits.

“I can’t figure out why you have so many clothes on,” I tell her, grinning. I’m already taking my cut off, lying it on a chair.

“What if I’ve decided not to have sex again until we’re married?” she asks not-so-innocently. I would have a f*cking heart attack, but I see her sliding her sundress off her shoulders.

Since that night we uncovered her scars together, she’s taken to wearing her sundresses again—at least around the club. Eventually, I’ll make sure she’s comfortable enough with who she is to wear them anywhere; I’ve made that my mission.

“Mi cielo, I’ll give you the world, but do not ask me to wait to f*ck you, because that is not happening.”

“I want a big wedding,” she says. I do my best to hide my smile, although I’m pretty sure I fail.

“If you must, mi amor.”

“You and the men have to wear white coat tails,” she adds mischievously.

“Black,” I bargain, but in truth, if she demanded white, I’d bust my ass to make sure it happens. She doesn’t know it, but I’m going to bust my ass to make her feel like a princess.

“I can work with that.” She smiles.

“I can’t speak for Torch, though. You know how that son of a bitch is,” I tell her as I pull my shirt over my head.

Her dress slides down her body, pooling at her feet. Standing there with her hair down in nothing but her pale pink bra and a tiny lace scrap of fabric shielding her * from me, she has never been more breathtaking. I forget about everything, especially her insecurities. I must have stared too long because I hear the fear in her voice when she says my name.

“Skull?”

“You’re so f*cking beautiful, mi cielo. I’m a lucky bastard.” On cue, tears spring from her eyes.

“I’m the lucky one, my love,” she whispers.

My Beth, so tender she cries at the drop of a hat, but her spine is as strong as the finest steel.

“I don’t know about that, but you’re about to get lucky,” I joke with her, trying to shake off the seriousness that has intruded on our play. Beth has had too much of that. She needs laughter… and my cock. I undo my pants, shove them down, then quickly step out of them, too impatient to take it slowly. I’ve gone too long without her and I can’t wait any longer.

Beth is staring at my cock, which is rock hard and leaning towards her like the greedy f*cker he is. He knows where he belongs and just where he will find heaven.

I take him in my hand, stroking him slowly. “See something you like?” I ask her.