Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(26)

Then, I hear moaning. I look over my shoulder. The TV has some woman on her hands and knees, sucking some man’s cock like it’s a lollipop. Some other guy is f*cking her ass. Two more are standing around watching and jacking off.

“You’re watching porn?”

“Yep. You want to watch? This one here is a classic. She came to the garage to get her car worked on and instead they service her.”

I roll over, throwing the pillow over my head. “I hate you.” Then I spend the next hour trying to block out the moans and screams from the TV.





It’s three in the f*cking morning and I’m lying handcuffed to the hottest woman I’ve ever met in my life. I’ve got the world’s largest hard-on in the history of hard-ons and I’m slowly dying.

On second thought, watching porn might not have been such a good idea. Who would have thought Katie could go to sleep with all the moaning and shit going on? Who would have thought having me naked in bed beside of her, obviously willing, while all the moaning was going on wouldn’t affect her?

Shit, apparently I’m losing my touch. She’s lying there looking so f*cking sexy that it should be illegal—in my shirt, too—and she’s just sleeping away. Meanwhile, if I don’t come, I will probably be foaming at the mouth while rocking back and forth speaking gibberish.

I get that she’s mad at me and I should stay away from her. There’s something about Katie, though. I don’t think she has a mean bone in her body. I don’t. Her faith and love in her sister Beth is evident. That means I’m missing something here. Worse, it means that Skull is missing something too. I think Katie holds the key and I need her to open up to me. If it will help me figure out what’s going on as well as get my brother his daughter, don’t I owe it to Skull to try? That’s really all I’m doing. I’m just making sure my brother knows the full story and helping him get the daughter he was denied.

That’s the pep talk I give myself when I unlatch the handcuff from my wrist. Next, as delicately as possible, I pull the covers off of Katie’s body. My shirt has gathered up around her hips. She’s wearing this sexy red piece of cloth that hides her * from me. That’s the first thing that has to go. I move to the foot of the bed, hooking my fingers in her panties and pulling them down as slowly and as carefully as I can. My eyes watch her face the entire time. She mumbles in her sleep, but shows no signs of waking up.

Now, I’m a man who loves *. I’ve made a point of worshipping at the altar of *. I’m a f*cking connoisseur. But Katie’s * is something special. It’s bare, so f*cking smooth, the lips are plump and soft, and the color is this delicate pink, all feminine and gorgeous. All that, and then the aroma. Fuck me, if I could smell nothing for the rest of my life but the scent of Katie’s sweet cunt when she’s horny, I could die a happy man. I haven’t touched her yet, but even now in her sleep, her * is begging for attention. Her arousal coats the lips of her entrance. I take a minute to just take this sight in. Her hips are flared out perfectly, and she’s got this curve in her waist with this sexy little pouch that I just want to nibble on. She’s all woman and I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling a more beautiful one.

I place a line of soft kisses along her hip bone. I keep the pressure light, as I don’t want to wake her right away. I need her to be on the verge of a climax before she does. It’s underhanded and sneaky, I can admit it, but I’m hoping if I play my cards right that she’ll return the favor and suck my cock. The poor f*cker has been craving her all day and night.

Katie moans and her hips thrust up just enough to show me that even in her sleep she’s receptive to me. I kiss down to her *. I nearly groan aloud at the taste of a light hint of cream there. I pull her lips apart and then moan at the beautiful dessert bared in front of me. I blow softly against the tender exposed flesh. Katie whimpers, but luckily doesn’t wake up. I flatten my tongue and lick her slowly, humming as her sweet taste gathers on my tongue.

Even asleep and relaxed, I can feel her clit easily. I zero in on it, licking in short, fast strokes. I can feel it grow larger in my mouth from my attention, demanding more. I suck it into my mouth, capturing it and focusing all of my attention on it.

“Hunter,” she moans from above me. I feel her fingers dive into my hair, pulling me to her in want.

Hunter.

I’ve had that name forever. I never really liked it. I embraced the name Torch when Skull gave it to me. All day long, since I discovered who she truly was, Katie has been calling me Torch. I accepted it, didn’t think a thing about the change from the night. Except for now. Now, in this one small moment with nothing but complete honesty from our bodies, it’s different. Katie is still more than half asleep, and yet the first thing she does is wrap her fingers into my hair, lift her legs over my shoulders, and tilt her body to bring her * closer to me. All that would be enough, but she gives me my name on her lips. My name while she’s caught up in passion. My name… Mine.

I let that sink in, humming my pleasure against her clit before releasing it with a wet, popping noise. I look up to find her eyes on me—hazy gray beauties filled with sleep and lust. Definitely better than the emerald she disguised them in yesterday.

Definitely.

I drag my fingers through her *, letting her desire coat them. I go back to manipulating her clit, this time with two fingers pinching and kneading the little nub. I’m rewarded when I feel it harden and swell even more against my fingers. Her body shudders with hunger.