Page 16 of Vapor's Blaze

Leaning down I cup her face in my hands and look into her eyes. Somehow the clouds have moved allowing us to be bathed in the pale moonlight. My chest tightens with raw emotion as we gaze into each other’s eyes. My strokes are slow and purposeful as if to bind her to me, to create an us, where there had been only her and me before.

When she comes again, I can’t hold back and I empty my seed inside her, coming together makes the situation feel ten times more intimate. It was this moment that made me decide to do whatever it took to get close to her, to learn all her secrets and prove myself worthy of being given a chance.

She gets herself comfortable on my chest, I pull the zipper shut, and we just lie there watching the sky as a gentle wind swirls around us.

Tugging her closer we enjoy the afterglow. “I never thought about bringing anyone up here until I met you.”

“Well I’m glad you did. This is by far the most unusual date I’ve ever been on.”

We cuddle for I don’t know how long, but eventually I realize that we are falling asleep. Before we get too comfortable, I suggest that we move into my hammock.

Once we’re settled and she’s snuggled in my arms I just tug the sleeping bag up around her smaller form and enjoy the feeling of a beautiful woman in my arms as I tumble off to sleep. We still haven’t exchanged last names but I’m okay with that because I’ve learned the past is long gone and the future is never guaranteed. All we really have is the present and I intend to make the best of mine. Plus, I have that plan in the back of my mind to do whatever it takes to get to know her better.

The last thing I remember thinking before darkness claims me is whatever else happens, I need to protect her from getting blowback by the Hellfire Hounds. Maybe if I can understand more about her association with them, I can slowly encourage her to step back from interacting with them. Their club president, King, has never been the forgiving type and I don’t want him to get all vengeful over her getting together with me.

Chapter 6

Trix

I wake up cuddled up to the best thing that’s come into my life in a long time. Everything in my world is so stressful right now. What with my grandfather thinking he’s some kind of criminal mastermind, him wanting to marry me off to another club president’s son, and the brothers in his club always getting into some kind of trouble, I’m mentally and physically exhausted from trying to keep two steps ahead of everything.

Last night was amazing and magical. There are no two ways about it, being with Vapor I had been able to set aside all my worries for one night. He is the kind of compassionate and caring partner that goes a long way toward filling my empty cup back up. I had needed that so much more than I realized. His kindness is enough to make me want to hang onto whatever it is we have, for as long as humanly possible. I know my grandfather would probably put a bullet in his head rather than let me have a relationship with him. That makes me sad, but I promised myself last night that I’m going to hang in there and enjoy this while it lasts. We can eventually part ways and my family will be none the wiser.

I reach up to stretch my arms, but when I try to roll over, I almost fall onto my face. If it hadn’t been for Vapor’s strong arms holding me in place, I would have face-planted on the deck. I’d totally forgotten I’d gone to sleep in a hammock.

“Morning, darlin’. Did you sleep well?”

This is the moment reality comes crashing back down around me. I suddenly remember my brother is coming for an early morning breakfast. If I’m not there to meet him like we planned, he’s going to panic and have every member of the Hellfire Hounds out looking for me.

Shit, I’ve got to get home. I scramble out of the hammock, fall onto the platform and began groping around for my clothing. As I jerk my pants, shirt, and shoes on, one after another, Vapor sits up and runs his fingers through his long, dark hair.

“Are you okay? You look a bit frazzled.”

“Sorry Vapor. I had a wonderful evening with you. I truly did, but right now I have to get home. I have someone coming for breakfast.”

Vapor’s tone changes dramatically. “Will that someone be the man you normally have mornings activities with, the one who showed up bright and early to interfere with our morning the last time we were together?”

I stumble over and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “No, knucklehead. It’s nothing like that. I volunteered to cook breakfast for a family member. And if I don’t get my ass moving, I’m going to have to deal with their hangry company while I try to cook for them.”

He comes to his feet stark naked and pulls me close before running his fingers over the shell of my ear and down to my chin before tilting my head back to look into my eyes. “I want you to know that I’m really starting to like you. I can tell because I’m acting like a jealous, possessive asshole.”

I pull back slightly, “We can’t be serious, Vapor. I thought you understood that.”

“That’s fine,” he says stubbornly. “We can just see each other non-seriously if that’s what you want. As long as I get to spend time with you, I don’t care what we call it.”

“Sounds good. Gotta go.”

I race down the spiral staircase, climb into my vehicle and hightail it home. Normally, I would be anxious about someone finding out I didn’t come home last night, but this morning, all I can think about is Vapor and the way he made me feel safe and warm enough to fall asleep in his arms. It’s nice to have a totally normal, drama free evening at his special spot. I really like Vapor and I wish this thing between us had legs. Unfortunately, it doesn’t, because I’m destined for an arranged marriage, or maybe a life on the run. I haven’t quite decided about that just yet.

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By the time Tracker arrives, I’ve showered, had my first cup of coffee and am knee deep in breakfast prep. Like always, he lets himself in, and much to my delight he’s brought our younger brother, Hark. I give them both a quick smile. The three of us rarely get an opportunity to spend time together without our grandfather or the other Hellfire Hounds club members hovering over us. I don’t know exactly why, but my grandfather does not approve of the three of us hanging out together. It’s just another of the thousand and one quirky things that make no sense in our life.

Hark comes over to the stove, where I’m pulling bacon out of a pan and states excitedly. “I could smell this from the front porch. It’s been forever since we had bacon at the clubhouse.”

We both know that my grandfather hates the smell of bacon, so he won’t allow it to be cooked anywhere in his general vicinity I pick up a piece and hand it to Hark. “We’ll call this your starter piece.”

He gingerly takes it from my hands, clearly trying not to get burned. Meanwhile, Tracker is making a cup of coffee for himself.

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