Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(15)

“Fuck,” Heather said.

She put her bra in the sink looked at her reflection in the mirror.

“What’s happening to me?” Heather whispered.

Heather grabbed a towel and held it to her chest. She opened the door, needing to get a new bra now. She made it one step out of the bathroom and then froze when she realized she wasn’t the only one in the room.

“Whoa,” Brody said as he crouched before Heather’s bag. “Thought you were in the shower.”

“Thought you were having some kind of meeting,” Heather said. Her body was already quivering, her mind tempting her to drop the towel.

“Meeting’s over for now,” Brody said. He slowly stood back up. “We need to talk.”

“Start with why you’re trying to go through my bags.”

“I need information. Sorry. Time isn’t a friend right now, sweetheart. I think you get that, right?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Heather said. “I was just going to take a shower, like you said I should do.”

“Then go to it,” Brody said.

“Are you going to keep going through my stuff?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“The front part has all my thongs. If you want to sniff them.” Heather turned, her face burning red.

Did you really just say that to a sexy biker?

She realized then she was holding the towel to the front of her body. That meant the back of her body - her ass - was completely exposed to Brody. She took one step and then peeked over her shoulder.

Brody’s eyes were wide and moving up and down Heather’s body.

It had been such a long time since someone looked at her like that. Someone to see her naked. Someone to take a moment and admire her.

“You going to get in that shower?” Brody asked.

“I’m not sure right now,” Heather replied. “I’m kind of frozen.”

“Christ,” Brody said. “It’s been a long time. You’ve been in hell, sweetheart.” Brody started to approach Heather and she didn’t move. She could have moved, but she didn’t want to. “I can’t promise anything more here. This is hell. Everything is hell, sweetheart. But I can protect you in this hell. I can keep you comfortable. Warm.” Brody was close enough to touch Heather. He reached out with one his big hands and his fingertips grazed her shoulder. “I can keep you… satisfied.”

“Then do it,” Heather said without thinking.

Brody’s other hand touched her other shoulder. He inched closer now. Heather reached back and pulled her hair up, exposing her neck. That was her weak spot. Where her hairline met her neck. It was true weakness. True death.

It was right where Brody went.

His breath led his lips and the flicker of his tongue.

Heather lost her balance and started to go down. Brody was fast though, promising on his call of protection. His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips. His bare hands to her bare hips. He squeezed tight, holding hard, keeping Heather from hitting the ground.

His kisses started to trail down her spine. Then the tip of his nose came right back up.

“I’m warning you, I won’t stop,” Brody whispered, his breath flooding her back. “I won’t be able to stop. This is your only chance and warning. Walk the f*ck away and lock the bathroom door.”

Heather gasped a shuddering breath. “If I do that… what will you do…”

“Honestly?” Brody asked. His right hand started to move around Heather’s body. His fingertips were flirting with smooth skin that gave way to Heather’s wet silk. His other hand held tight to her waist. “I’ll f*cking jerk myself until I explode.”

“Because of me?”

“Because of you, sweetheart. I didn’t just save you today because I’m a nice guy. I’m far from a nice guy. But I’m rock f*cking hard because of you. You have a lot of what I want and need. So make a f*cking decision.”

Brody’s fingertips curled and pulled back at Heather’s silk. One of his fingers touched her moist clit and Heather gasped and jumped.

This was it. Do or die. Choose a path. Make a decision.

Heather’s body was shaking, fear and excitement running wild everywhere.

With one hand she reached down between her legs. She felt the wetness Brody had caused. She felt his thick finger touching, gently rubbing. Her hand gripped his finger and pulled, putting it right to her *. She pressed and guided Brody’s finger into her. He sank it deep and hard, grunting as he did so.

That’s when Heather opened her hand and let the towel fall to the ground. She put her head back to Brody’s hard chest and looked at him. Before looking at her, Brody made sure to look down at her body. His hand rushed from her hip up to one of her breasts, cupping her, his hand spreading across her breast, overtaking her with ease.

“Fuck,” Brody growled. “I’m taking you right here, right like this.”

“Do it,” Heather whispered. “Just do it, Brody.”

Brody’s hand came up to Heather’s neck. She winced and fear went through her again. The paralyzing kind of fear.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Brody ordered.

Heather obeyed.

“I’m going to do whatever the f*ck I want to you. But I will never hurt you like he did. I will never f*cking raise my hand to you like that. I will touch you, grab you, show you pleasure and pain together, but I will never…”