Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(40)

“I think you’re the one who put my cock inside of you, damn it,” I remind her.

“You told me to!”

“I did not!”

“It was implied! Jesus! If I get knocked up, I will f*cking kill you!” she huffs, turning away to march back to the main room.

I march right after her. I’ve been treating Katie with kid gloves. Time to show her how much I like being in charge.

I stop her at the bed when she’s looking around for her clothes. I grab her shoulder and turn her around. It annoys me that I do it carefully because of her leg. She’s treating my dick like public enemy number one; I shouldn’t worry about her hurting, but I do.

“That’s about enough of that,” I grumble.

Katie looks at my dick, then back at me. “Will you put that thing away?”

“You know what I’ve noticed, Katydid?”

“I don’t care! I need to go to a pharmacy. Do they still make a morning after pill?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Torch! I’m being serious! Get dressed! We need to go!” she cries, trying to pull away from me.

“No, we don’t. First of all, I was barely inside of you, and I sure as hell didn’t come. Second of all, if I do knock you up—as you so sweetly put it—you will not be getting rid of my baby.”

“Oh my God! Are you listening to yourself? We can’t have a kid! Even by accident! I don’t want kids!”

“You… what?” I ask her, totally floored.

“I don’t want kids! Ever! I’m never having kids!”

“Wait. Are you on birth control?”

“Of course I am!”

“Then why the f*ck are you freaking out?”

“Because you can get pregnant even on birth control! It’s not a hundred percent!”

“You can get pregnant with a rubber too!” I growl. The f*cking woman is making no sense.

“It would be harder! And as cocky as you are, your little swimmers wouldn’t rest ‘til they tried to swim to the right place and then bam! No-f*cking-thank-you!” I put my hands on her shoulders and walk her backwards to the bed. She stops when her legs are pressed against it. “What are you doing?”

“That’s easy, sweetness,” I tell her before pushing her back on the bed. She falls ungracefully, bouncing on the mattress. “I’m about to show you just how much harder I can get,” I tell her, then lie down on top of her and pin her to the bed with my body.

“What? No! We have to—”

“Fuck, Katie. We have to f*ck. Then, after I’ve f*cked you hard and stretched that tight little * until my cock is satisfied, I’ll let you suck it because, sweetness, I have to tell you, your mouth is pissing me off. Maybe if you’re choking on my dick, I’ll forget that I’m pissed off, I’ll be nice, and just spank you for pleasure instead of blistering your damned ass.”

“Torch…”

“Don’t even say it.”

“But you don’t know—”

“I know that whatever is about to come out of your mouth is only going to piss me off more. So do us both a favor and spread those f*cking dynamite legs of yours before I roll you over and f*ck your ass instead, and you’re busy screaming instead of pissing me off.”

“My ass?” she asks, her voice raspy. As pissed off as I am, even I don’t miss the interest that’s mixed in with her outrage and fear.

Fucking hell. I could be with her for years and not grow bored. She makes me want to scream, but she’s the first woman in history that makes me so f*cking hard that I don’t know which way to f*ck her first, and I’m already dying for more before I’m even finished.

What is she doing to me?





“You have to wear a condom,” she tells me, unable to keep the fear out of her voice.

“You have some kind of disease I should know about?”

“What? No! If anything, your dick gets more traffic than a New York subway.”

“I’m clean,” I tell her knowing it’s true; I get tested regularly, plus I never go ungloved. Never wanted to before now.

“I’m supposed to trust that?”

“You are, but I know you won’t. So instead, you’re going to just take it, because that’s the way I’m giving it to you.”

“What?” she asks, confused.

Before she can figure it out, I push my cock back inside of her, not stopping until the f*cker is curved and resting as deep inside as I can get. I’ve never thought of settling down with one woman in my whole life. Katie changes those thoughts. The fact that she went so f*cking crazy at the thought of having unprotected sex chafes me, but not as much as hearing her say she doesn’t want kids. The hell of it is, I don’t want kids. Or I didn’t. Just like I didn’t want one woman. Until Katie. Fuck me running. She’s changing all the rules and doesn’t have the faintest idea.

“Hunter…” she whispers, but it’s not a protest. It’s all need in her voice.

My hand goes to her upper throat, not exerting pressure, but holding her still. My thumb pushes into her mouth while I pull my cock back through her depths, only to push back in.