Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(50)

In answer, he takes my mouth and kisses me just as I feel my release. My hand bites into his side to keep from screaming. He swallows my cries. The kiss lasts until my orgasm has somewhat died down. My body still feels as if it is on a razor’s edge. I’m still primed for more, and nervous. When we break apart, Torch is smiling. It’s not a cocky smile, not really, but he’s happy.

“Fuck me, if cheesecake did that to Angie, I’d keep that shit in the house,” Drake says, but I don’t turn and look at him.

“Can we go home now?” I ask Torch.

“Absolutely, sweetness,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.

Finally.





“Tell me, are you planning on making me wear one of these for the rest of my life?” Katie asks as I finish inserting the new plug, using the cloth to wipe the excess lube off my hands. This one is bigger, and she doesn’t know it yet, but what comes next has nothing to do with a toy. That isn’t what makes me smile, though. Hell no. What does that is how she automatically goes to “the rest of my life”. That’s different. Does she even know she’s linking us together long-term? I doubt it.

I pull her skirt back down. This one is longer, falling to her knee. She bitched this morning when she couldn’t find any jeans. I have them hidden. What can I say? I like what I like. She stopped bitching after I showed her the advantages of wearing a skirt. After her third orgasm on my tongue, she was more than happy with me. I’m thinking this may be my way of dealing with Katie from here on out. It’s a solid plan. My genius is never fully appreciated. I flop back on the bed and Katie, who lies on her stomach, automatically puts her head on my chest. I can’t stop myself from running my fingers through her hair.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful,” I tell her.

She looks up at me, her arm loosely draped around my waist. Those damn gray eyes grab ahold of me yet again. If she knew how deep she had her hooks in me, that fear I see in her eyes would disappear.

“Don’t, Hunter,” she whispers.

“Don’t what?” I ask, confused, my finger sliding down the bridge of her nose.

“Don’t tell me lines. I don’t need them.”

“You think because I’m telling you you’re beautiful that I’m automatically feeding you a line?”

“Listen, you’re a player, I get that. But I don’t need the lines. You’ve already bagged me. For the time we have left, just—”

“You need to shut the f*ck up now, Katie.”

I put a hand in her hair when she tries to pull away from me. That’s not happening, not after what’s gone down between us.

“Weren’t you listening to me at dinner?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Katie, there’s no buts. I’m not playing here.”

“C’mon, Torch. We barely know each other. We agreed, one week, and—”

“Hunter.”

She looks confused. “What?”

“I’ve noticed. When you let down your guard, you call me Hunter. When you’re building up walls for me to break down or planning on saying something to piss me off, I’m Torch again. Let’s clear it up right now. To you, I am now and will always be Hunter. No more f*cking walls, no more jumping through hoops. Just you and me.”

“We barely know each other,” she repeats.

I pull her face closer to mine. “I don’t give a f*ck.”

“Hunter, you have your club to look out for. Bethie explained to me how that works. I have my sister.”

“You’re not listening to me, sweetness. I said I do not give a f*ck.”

“You’re being crazy,” she says. “There’s too much between us. It would make being together impossible.”

“Do you care for me, Katie?”

“You were a one-night stand.”

“Do you care for me, Katie?” I ask again.

“How are we ever supposed to make things work? I have to protect my sister, Hunter. I have to.”

I won’t stop asking. “Do you care for me, Katie?”

“Hunter…”

“Answer my question.”

“I don’t know how to do relationships!”

“Katie,” I growl.

“Yes!” she finally cries out. “Okay! Yes! I do! But … I have to put my sister and niece first, Hunter. Bethie risked everything for me. She saved me!”

“Sweetness, I told you that, whatever happened, Skull was not involved. You said he had a traitor who helped set Beth up before. Is it too hard to think that person is the one who sent Beth that note?”

“I’m not stupid. It occurred to me, to both of us. But, that was Skull at the movies, that was Skull in that picture, and Colin told us that Skull was working with him because he wanted his daughter, that he would stop at nothing to get Gabriella back.”

“And you can trust Colin? And not me?”

“He had a recording of Skull swearing revenge.”

My spine stiffens at this new bit of information. “You never mentioned this before.”

“I was… Shit, Hunter, I’m not even sure I’m doing the right thing, talking to you now.”

I rest my forehead against Katie’s. “I know it’s hard. I do. But I don’t want to walk away from this. I want more of you. I want all of you.”