Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(73)

Temptation. That’s it, really. He is a temptation, and I really should walk away. How many times has it been drummed into my head that temptation comes before the fall? This man has danger written all over him. There’s no way I could survive any type of a fall if he’s involved. He’s not safe. He’s not for me. That’s the mantra I keep replaying in my mind as he drives me home. I try to ignore the scent of him I catch on the wind, or how my arms feel wrapped around him. I try. I’m not sure I succeed.

When we pull into my faded, blacktop driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief that this is over. Now, I can steer away from him and ignore the feeling of sadness that gives me. It takes me two tries to get off his bike, I guess that’s an improvement from getting on. I hold my hand on Sabre’s shoulder to steady myself. I almost fall trying to stand on the small point of my six-inch heels. Sabre’s large, muscular hand grabs my hip and steadies me. I stare at him and wish his sunglasses were gone.

“Careful there, Annie,” his husky voice tells me and chills of awareness slide up my spine. There’s a heat where his hand covers my hip. It warms in intensity and spreads slowly over my body. It’s more than just electricity. Can he feel it, too? His fingers flex and again, I grieve the fact I can’t see his eyes. He took off his sunglasses when he crawled under my car, but I didn’t get to see their color. I really want to.

“Thank you for your help,” I tell him, closing my right hand into a fist and letting my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. I use that small bite of pain to help me concentrate because all I really want to do is touch him.

“I’ll have the boys drop off your ride tonight.”

“Are you sure? It’s late? I don’t want to cause…”

“I’m sure. I have an errand to do for the club, but I’ll check back.”

Okay, so I can admit to myself that I was kind of hoping he would at least try to come inside. It’s crazy but true all the same. I give him a small smile.

“If you have them bring a bill, I’ll pay them. Thank you again, Sabre.”

“Be seeing you soon.”

I walk away and don’t respond to his words.

“Annie?” Sabre yells, just as I make it to my front door.

I turn to look at him, pasting on the smile I give all the customers at the library where I work. “Yes?”

“I said I’ll be seeing you,” he claims again, his voice frank but full of promise.

“I doubt that,” I answer honestly.

“Why’s that?”

“You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. I doubt you’ve ever been in one.”

His bark of laughter follows me into the house.





Chapter 3


Sabre


A smart man would run from trouble unless that trouble has a body that doesn’t quit. Then he grabs it and rides the f*ck out of it.



I watch her ass sway as she walks inside, hypnotized by the movement. I’m still laughing. You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. Little girl has no idea. I’m going to come. I’m going to come a lot in that damn library. I’m going to come so often that every minute she’s at work she’ll not be able to concentrate. All she will do is remember all the places where I f*cked her unconscious and left her full of my cum.

I don’t even like denying myself now, but I do. Skull sent me on a job today, and I got to get that shit finished. We’ve been having some trouble with a rival club that followed us here out of Georgia. The Chrome Saints were ruled over by Visor, an old son of a bitch that was evil through and through. The world would be a better place if he no longer drew breath. He hated Skull. I’m not sure what the beef was between the two, but I know that it had something to do with Skull’s old lady, Beth. All any of us really knows is that Visor and Skull have a personal war that spewed over into the clubs. There was a war, but after we had lost Beth, a tentative truce was put in place. The last year has been quiet and a welcome relief after all of the uproar in the past.

Losing Beth has been hard on Skull, and we enjoy the quiet we have found here. At least we had until yesterday, when reports filtered in that another MC Club was spotted close to our territory. At first we didn’t think much about it. We figured it was Dragon and the boys, but after getting a detailed description on their jackets, it was best we check it out. One of the reasons Skull makes such a good f*cking President is that we never get caught with our pants down. I’m not about to let that change now, just because I have a hard-on for a piece of tail. The club comes first.

Always.



*



“What the hell do you mean there was no sign, hermano?”

“Exactly what I said, Boss. There was no sign of any club in the area. Locals denied it, our police contacts denied it, and hell, we even searched hotels in the area looking for bikes. It was a wild goose chase.”

“Something is going on, or we would not have heard the rumors,” Skull responds, and while I agree with him, I am at a loss on what our next move is. Pistol, the club VP, is not quite as impassive.

“I think it’s time we take over the Savage Clubhouse. I haven’t trusted that f*cker, Dragon, from day one. I know you have this deal with him, but that * is shady.”

It’s an old fight. Skull has gotten pretty close with the Savage Crew. Pistol and Briar were against entering into an alliance with them; however, majority still ruled and most of the club only saw us being stronger with the Savage Brothers on our side. I voted to go ahead with the alliance myself. I hadn’t seen anything I disliked from the other club.