Page 8 of Tess, Property of Blaze

Tess

Warm, wet kisses run up my calves and strong hands hold my legs down against the bed. Rousing out of my sleep, my eyes flicker open—it’s still dark out.

I’m also naked.

Last night, the club partied hard after Trigger and Charity announced they’re getting married and having a baby. I’m happy for them, I really am, they deserve to be happy—both of them have been through a lot in their lives, and now they get their own fresh start. Me? Well… I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s been a couple of years now since I met Blaze, that night at Ink Me, and I haven’t looked back. My promise to myself to never get involved with a biker again went out the window that night when he took me back to his room at the Blood Brothers’ clubhouse and made me his in every way. I had never loved sex as much as I do with Blaze, and I wasn’t ever going to let him go.

The Blood Brothers took me in instantly, welcoming me into their family. Quill is the President and served with Blaze in the Marines. He’s a good man through and through—actually, all the men in the club are, and that took me by surprise. I never knew a club could be like this: loyal, generous, and always there for one another. The women are nice too. Jasmine, Quill’s old Lady, is stunning, and has given Quill two kids, a boy named Jack, and a girl, Rose. They are adorable, and Jasmine is a perfect mom. I swear, every time my eyes land on Quill playing with his kids, it sets my ovaries into overdrive. I want kids, and I know Blaze wants them, but how can I have kids with him when I’m married to another man?

Blaze talks about our future often, how one day I’ll be his wife and we’ll have our own home, with kids completing our family. Last year, Blaze asked me to marry him, but fortunately, for me at least, I told him that it was too soon, that we needed more time. He wasn’t so thrilled about my answer but said he understood. To call someone like Blaze my man and husband sounds magical, and something I want with my whole heart—I just need to tell him the truth.

Every day I wonder whether I’m going to be taken away from my new life. I have nightmares of Viper and my dad finding me and taking me back to the club, where I have to live like I don’t even exist. Doing everything my old man commands and being Viper’s punching bag once again. I can’t…. I can’t go back there. I’m different now, confident, happy, and in love, and nothing’s going to take that away from me.

Warmth floods through me when Blaze’s tongue slides through my folds. His piercing circles my clit, and my arousal floods his mouth.

“That’s it, baby, give me more, I’m a starving man.”

His words make me throb as he continues to lick and thrust his tongue in and out of me.

“I’m going to come,” I cry, then turn and bite down on the pillow as he enters his skilled finger into my opening.

“You’re so wet, but I want more,” he commands, entering another finger as his tongue continues to circle my clit. Waves of electricity run through me and I lift my lower back off the bed, bringing my pussy in closer to his mouth, trying to get the release that’s just a hairsbreadth away. The whiskers on his jaw scratch at the insides of my thighs, and the friction, along with his tongue and fingers, has me coming. I cry out, rotating my hips to the movement of his tongue as I ride out my release.

My orgasm seems to go on and on, and I don’t even get a minute to catch my breath before Blaze surprises me, thrusting deep inside of me, filling me to the hilt. His large, calloused hands grip my buttcheeks as he kneels between my thighs and rests them over his.

“Fuck, baby…. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. You’re so hot for me. Your body and mine were meant for each other.”

Tears burn my eyes when I think about how in sync we are together, not just our bodies but our souls as well. When we’re together, nothing else matters but us. When we shut that door, everyone and everything around us doesn’t exist.

I love him so, so much. If only I could give him more. But all these thoughts escape me when he leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue ravishing my mouth as his pelvis thrusts back and forth at a mind-blowing pace. I grasp the back of his head, pulling him in till he’s lying on top of me, his forearms resting either side of my head holding his weight. His delicious, wet kisses move from my mouth and trail down my neck to the hollow between my shoulder. He bites down and I cry out, loving the feeling of pain and pleasure. This is what it’s always like in bed with Blaze, he has you not knowing the difference between the two. All I know is, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

To say that Blaze is skilled in the sex department is an understatement; the man knows how to pleasure a woman and have her coming on his command. I’m not stupid, I know how he would have gotten his skills—club whores, probably—but I don’t blame him, or the women; he’s a man who has a sexual appetite, and one look at him has you on your knees begging for him to take you. I’ve seen the way club whores are around him, always wanting his attention, but I don’t care. They can look and dream over him all they want, because he’s mine, and I’m the one who goes to his bed at night.

I’ll admit I’ve gained a sexual appetite too. I never knew I had it in me. Sex had always been a chore with Viper, I had never come with him, even in the early days. Now I’m coming two or three times a night, and still I want more….

Blaze pulls back and looks deep into my eyes, his body now changing from a fast pace to painfully slow, making me ache in the pit of my belly. I need him to go faster, I’m so close.

“More, give me more, Blaze,” I plead with him, his loving look making my heart warm.

He shakes his head and cocks a smile, stilling inside of me. “I’ll give you more, but I need to hear it.”

Frowning, I look deeper into his eyes, and arch my back and moan when he withdraws then thrusts hard again, stilling inside of me.

“Blaze, please,” I cry, on the verge of having a meltdown.

“Tell me the answer I want to hear and I’m all yours, baby.”

The insides of my thighs are wet with my need, and I groan irritably. “Blaze, just tell me what you want to hear, so you can fuck me and give us both what we want.”

He laughs, a low, husky sound, and I just watch him. He really is perfect. Soft, plump lips, dark eyes, hair all messed up from me running my hands through it while he was going down on me, and a hot as hell body.

“Marry me,” he whispers. His hips now still, and both his hands cup my face, his gaze hopeful and sincere. He can’t be serious… God, please don’t be serious.

I don’t say anything; I’m too shocked to speak. I look away, but he pulls my face back toward him, his hand on my chin. Sadness fills me—that I can never give him that. Anything else but that. I’ve given him my heart, my body and soul, and he still wants to marry me. A woman would normally be happy about the offer of marriage, but not me. I’m already married, and as much as I love him, I can’t marry him.

Tears run down my face, and he withdraws immediately and lays beside me, bringing me in and hugging me to him. He kisses the top of my head then lifts my chin to look up at him. “What is it, Tess? I thought you were ready. Tears are not what I expected.”

I sniffle and try to look anywhere but at him, but his gaze is intense. I’m worried that if he sees straight through me, he will know I have a secret.

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