Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(71)

“Yeah?”

“I need you again.”

“When I said I would help you out, I didn’t know I would be keeping a man alive just so you could kill him,” Teena’s voice comes over the phone.

“Are you coming or not?”

“I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I tell her, ending the call.

I light a cigarette, letting the smoke circle around me.

“Dejame morir,” Pistol wheezes, more blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

Let me die. How many times did I pray for that very thing? Ask God for that very same thing? How many times did it go unanswered? Not as many as Pistol’s will. That, I can promise.

“Not tonight, carbon, not tonight.” I take my cigarette and, finding that one untouched spot around his collarbone, I push the lighted end of the cigarette to it and curl my nose at the smell of burning flesh. Pistol barely moves, this pain hardly detectable under the deluge of other pain he endures. That thought brings me a very small sliver of peace—for now.

No. He will not die tonight. He will not die until I can breathe again.



THE End . . . For now Look for Conquered, The final book in the trilogy, April 2016



Turn the page for all the pretty extras, including a previously released novella of Sabre, Latch, and Annie—Craved—containing an all new epilogue. Did you ever wonder what Skull’s reaction was after meeting with Colin? And where did the recording Beth talked about come from? Read on! Also included is a sample of some great new book coming out by brand-spanking new author Becca Taylor!





Craved

By: Jordan Marie



Annabelle

Some men defy description.

I deal with books. I know every adjective in the English language and I can’t describe Sabre.

He’s a biker with a filthy mouth and a dirty mind and he sets me on fire.

I’ve lived in the shadows my whole life, afraid to see what is beyond my own little corner of the world.

Sabre makes me step outside my safe zone.

He makes me crave…more.



Sabre

Annie is everything I shouldn’t want.

From that uptight dress to the hair she wears in a damn bun, down to those black rimmed glasses. We don’t fit. A librarian and a biker, and if that’s not cliché enough, she has cats!

I should run.

I’m not going to. One taste and I only want more.

There’s a tiger hiding behind that uptight prude disguise she’s wearing and once I get my teeth into her…

I’m never letting go.





Chapter 1


Sabre


Sometimes you just have to say screw it and jump in. Life’s too f*cking short for regrets.



It’s happened to my brothers before—so, I know it can. That thunderbolt feeling that strikes you with just one look. I just never f*cking expected it to happen to me. I’m the most jaded motherf*cker to walk the face of the Earth. There’s a reason I wound up a member of the Devil’s Blaze Motorcycle Club. I don’t f*cking deal well with rules, I don’t deal well with people, and I don’t like living life the way some other f*cker tells me I should. So, the fact that I’m standing here in the middle of a f*cking street in the small, sleepy town of Slade, Kentucky, panting after some uptight bitch, knocks me on my ass.

It’s August for f*ck’s sake and one of the hottest months ever on record. It’s easily a hundred and two out here and this bitch is wearing a long-sleeved, gray dress that comes up to her damn chin and some kind of fancy nylon tights on her legs under that. About the only thing that looks like she dressed for the weather is the tight little bun she’s pulled her white-gold hair into and, f*ck me, that looks painful. The thing is, despite how stupid the outfit is, it is sexy as hell. The dress hugs curves that go on for f*cking miles. Tits that would more than fill my hands, and legs…f*ck, those legs were made to wrap around a man. Hell, those pointy-heeled shoes she has on, alone, make my dick stand up and take notice.

I want to pull that hair down and wrap it around my hand while I’m feeding her every inch of my cock. Her skin is creamy milk with just a hint of color, and she has these thick-rimmed, black glasses on and everything about her screams uptight teacher. Hell, suddenly I want to go back to school. She’s looking under the hood of a beat-up, old Chevy Blazer and waving steam out of her face. I can already tell its overheating. Then again, so am I.

“Car trouble?” I ask, sounding bored, but honestly I’m anything but. Shit, if my cock gets any harder, I’m going to have to jack off right here in the middle of the street.

She looks up at me and even through the glasses I can see the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever laid sight on. Damn. It just keeps getting better. Her sweet, little pink tongue comes out and brushes across her lips, and any brain cells I had left that weren’t already directing energy to my dick are gone now.

“Uh…yes…I called Triple A, though,” she says and her voice is sweet and soft, and I’m dying to know how it sounds when full of pleasure.

“You’re not from around here are you, honey?”

“I…I just moved here from Illinois. I took the job at the county library.”