Blaze
Slamming the door behind me, I storm out of the room with my keys in my hand and make my way to the main room. The clubhouse is quiet except for light snoring coming from some of the boys who didn’t make their way to their rooms last night. Empty bottles are scattered over the floor, along with an array of discarded clothing. I should be deep inside my woman right now, instead of sporting this hard-on that’s rubbing up against my zipper.
She said no. Fuckin’ no—again! What more do I have to do to prove to her how much I love her and that we are good together? Shit just don’t make sense. I know she loves me, she’s shown it in every way possible—her eyes, her smile, her lips, her goddamn body every time I’m deep inside her—and yet she still says no. Am I not good enough for her? I know I don’t have much to my name, but God, I would do anything to make her happy.
From the first day I saw her, two years ago in her shop, sitting there minding my own business while Gunner was getting his tattoo. I was a little nervous about the needle touching my skin—I know, I know, I’m a pussy, I get that, but fuck, the thought of that sharp thing digging into my skin for hours was something that scared the shit out of me, so much so that I had to wait till I was twenty-seven to get my first tattoo. But just one look at her was all it took to forget about the pain that was coming. She was beautiful, her bronze skin, tattoos running down her arms, was just the beginning of her beauty. Her brown eyes, big with dark liner outlining them, could see deep into my soul. Red lips, a nose ring, and flawless skin had me wondering what the rest of her body would look like, and I knew from that moment I would do anything to find out.
I’d been minding my own business, reading a magazine, when I felt eyes on me. Lazily I’d looked over the page, and that’s when I felt my heart stop. Never had I ever felt this drawn to a woman before. Immediately I felt protective of her, wanted to know everything about her, and from the way my cock was hardening at her lace bra showing through her tank top, it seemed like it wanted to get to know her too. Her mouth had opened slightly in a surprised look as her gaze met mine; she had felt it too. I knew by the end of the night that one way or another, I was gonna get her into my bed and under me, if it was the last thing I did.
One taste was all I thought I needed to get her out of my goddamn head, but boy was I wrong. I had her three times that night, and still it wasn’t enough. I swore I would die a happy man, hearing the sound of my name on her lips every time she screamed out her release. She was perfect in every way, and I thought from that night on she was mine. But she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want me. All this time, she said she loved me, that she’s never loved anyone as much as me—was it a lie? But why? Shit just don’t make sense.
I shake my head to rid the confusing thoughts and head to the kitchen to get a drink. It’s 4:00 a.m. but that doesn’t stop me from grabbing a beer. The taste of her is still on my tongue and I need something to rid myself of her scent. She’s like an aphrodisiac I can’t ignore.
Taking a swig, I turn to head outside, to go for a ride to clear my head. Instead I come face-to-face with Selina, a new club whore who hangs around Gunner a lot. She tried to have her way with me one night, when I was drunk from partying hard while Tess was working late. Selina had gotten naked and straddled me while I was out cold, but I had come to, woken up to her lips around my cock, then threw her off the bed. At first I thought it was Tess, but when Selina’s long black curls covered my face, I’d opened my eyes, and found her head bobbing as she sucked me off. To this day Tess doesn’t know about it, what was the point? I’d pushed Selina up against the wall and threatened that if she ever tried any shit like that again that I would tell Gunner and she’d be thrown out on her ass. She had begged me not to say anything, probably because Gunner pays for all her shit—clothes, hair, nails, whatever she wants, it’s hers. She wouldn’t want to lose her man. She’d quickly gotten changed and ran out.
Since that day, she’s never even looked my way, until now….
“Selina? What are you doing here?” Selina’s dressed in a black lace thong and matching strapless bra. She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that—toned legs, big ass, and a small waist, with long black hair streaming down her back, I can see what Gunner sees in her—but she has nothing on Tess.
Her eyes travel down my body, zoning in on my groin then back up to my chest. Eyes are here, Selina. Oh, I know what she wants, something that she’s always wanted—me.
The day I met Selina I was out with Gunner, when we’d stopped at Mike’s bar for a beer. We had been minding our own business, talking to Mike, when I felt the touch of a hand on my back slide down to my ass. I turned around to see who it was who had the balls to touch me, and when I did, I was surprised. She was beautiful and had a mischievous smile on her. She told me her name and asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink. I’d said no, but that my buddy would. Gunner was always ready and eager to take my leftovers. I got a lot of offers from women, and before Tess, I’d had a different woman each night. Women are drawn to me, not only because I’m in a biker club, but because I know I have the goods. Since I met Tess, though, no other compares to her—she is the real meaning of beautiful, and her body is hot as sin. There was no way I was going to jeopardize what we have for Selina. Nor did I want to.
Gunner had bought her a drink and brought her back to the clubhouse where, as usual, there was a party going on. I didn’t miss the way her eyes kept seeking me out at the club. Even while she was dry-humping Gunner on the couch, her eyes were always on me. When Tess got back from work that night, I had grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard, making it known to Selina who my woman was. But it seems Selina didn’t get the message, so that night when she tried to suck me off, she got the message even louder and clearer.
“I just….” She stops speaking and looks at the floor. I rest against the kitchen bench and fold my arms.
“You just what?”
She looks up, her dark doe eyes hesitant. “I wanted to just check on you. I heard arguing coming out of your room, and then the slamming of your door. I just… I don’t know… wanted to ask if you were okay.”
I laugh it off, then slam my beer down on the bench and push myself off it. “Yeah, Selina, I’m fine,” I reply, and go to storm past her, but her hand reaches out to my arm, holding me back. I look down at her red nails then slowly up to her eyes. “Let go, Selina.”
She bites on her bottom lip. “I’m here for you, Blaze, always.”
I narrow my eyes, is she for real right now? I pull out of her hold. “Thanks, but I’m good.”
I open the door, then stop when she quietly says, “I would never let you leave if you were mine.”
I turn slowly to face her, not believing what I’m hearing. One, I’m with Tess, and two, she’s with one of my brothers, and still she’s trying to move in on me.
“Yeah, well I’m not, I’m Tess’s.” I look her up and down in disgust. “Why don’t you go and give Gunner a morning blow job—that’s what you’re good at, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widen and tears threaten to fall. “How dare you—”
I don’t stand around any longer, I walk out thinking fuckin’ bitches.