Page 59 of Fire Meets Fire

There might have been no foreplay, no fondling, no attempt to prepare me. But in this moment, it’s so totally right. I want to be fucked and he doesn’t disappoint. He starts to move, swivelling his hips, managing to hit that spot inside me that I always thought was a myth. It feels so glorious and tension starts to build within me. Even before my capture and torture, no man inside me has ever felt like this. I want to hold out, want to prolong the moment, but God, he’s so fucking good. His moves just right, the way he’s holding me, pounding into me, I don’t want it to end but am unable to stop the tsunami as my muscles contract, waves of pleasure flooding through me as my orgasm hits.

“Fuck, Queenie, I can’t…”

His hips rotate, his pumps erratic. I’m still at the summit of my own peak when he stops, grunts, and releases inside me.

Aftershocks keep my muscles contracting rhythmically, as he keeps pumping gently. Then his forehead falls, touching mine. After a few seconds, he manoeuvres so our mouths are aligned. This time our kiss is controlled, not savage, and our tongues waltz instead of dancing a frantic tango.

Eventually he pulls his head from mine. His hands move, gently, but masterfully pulling up my pants and underwear while all the time his enlarged, satisfied pupils stare straight into my eyes. “I wanted us to have a bed. I wanted you to have the control. Queenie, when I brought you out here, this was the last thing on my mind.”

Placing my fingers over his lips, I reassure him, “It was perfect.” Then, returning the favour, I raise his jeans, tuck hisnow flaccid cock back inside, and carefully fasten his zipper, eliciting a boyish grin from this normally taciturn man.

I hadn’t lied. It had been perfect. Just how I needed it. I hadn’t wanted to think things through, hadn’t wanted to go over everything in my mind. It had been uncontrolled, pure lust. Sex thoroughly wanted on both our parts. Our coupling so far from something being taken, that wasn’t given willingly. For the first time since my captors took so much from me, he’s given everything back. I’m not cured, I’ll have flashbacks, even he might trigger an unwanted memory and subsequent reaction from me. But there’s strength in knowing they haven’t permanently damaged me. That I can respond to a man’s desire and want him back.

“Prez?”

Bull’s shout breaks the moment. We move apart guiltily, like teenagers being caught by our parents. I wince, feeling my wet panties clinging to me, dampening my pants.

Chaz notices my awkward shifting. “I’m sorry…” But as his voice trails off, he grins again. “Fuck, I can’t deny how good it is to know that we’ll go into whatever’s facing us with you feeling me.”

It’s not the first time I’ve been left with a man’s cum running down my legs. My captors didn’t stop to use condoms. But it is the first time that I wouldn’t change a thing. His release, inside me, might have no possibility of resulting in a baby, but it reminds me I’m alive, thattheydidn’t kill that part of me.

As Bull spies us and approaches, I lean in and say quietly, “With this no condom lark, when we’re in that theoretical bed, you’re sleeping in the wet spot.”

“Fuckin’ right I will,” he barks.

“Prez. We need you inside.” Breaking the moment, Bull approaches. He gives no indication that he might have ideas of what we’ve been doing though it must be pretty obvious.

Truthfully, I don’t give a damn.

Chaz, though, as if he’s staking a claim, puts his arm around me as he follows his VP into his rival’s clubhouse, and doesn’t let go of me once we’re inside. Part of the reason I don’t object is that during the past moments he’s completely taken Chet Netherton off my mind.

But why we’re here slams back into me with full force. And again, Chaz has given me reasons for wanting to stay alive. And it’s not because I don’t want Netherton to think that he’s won.

So when I catch Slugger’s appraising glance, I’m ready to raise my chin, silently conveying,let’s get on with this.

I notice there’s a different ambience in the room from that which was there before we had our tryst outside. Men are looking purposeful, and rather than being guards and captives, both clubs are mingling. In particular I notice the pairings of bikers wearing similar patches, sergeants-at-arms, enforcers, and road captains conversing seriously amongst themselves.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAZ

As soon as I entered the room, I didn’t need Slugger’s discreet and clearly satisfied chin lift to let me know that a plan had been formed. It didn’t settle easy I hadn’t had any input, but given the choice between discovering, at last, what it felt like to be inside my woman and listening to a roomful of old fuckers blowing off steam, I wouldn’t have chosen differently.

Now, though, it’s back to business. I need to know what we’ll be getting into, but as Ogre and Slugger simultaneously wave their hands and everyone starts heading out of the door, I realise that may not be in my cards.

“Bull, Iron, Claw,” I call out, making sure my voice can be heard. When their heads turn my way, I beckon them to me.

Bull’s first to approach, his eyes switching from me to the now re-armed Dominators fast disappearing. Without me having to ask, he starts to update me. “Netherton’s close so we’re taking advantage. Similar plan as before. We’re?—”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Slugger’s approach and loud voice interrupts Bull and doesn’t allow him to say anymore, especially when he adds a precise instruction. “Get going.” Accompanied by a deliberate jerk of his head, my officers obeyhim. I open my mouth to protest, but Slugger leans in. “You chose your ride, brother.” Another pointed head jerk toward Queenie leaves me in no doubt what he’s talking about.

“Don’t like going in blind,” I warn him, preparing to stand my ground.

He raises a brow. “You trust your brothers? You trust Legend?”

Of course I fucking do. My glare is enough to confirm it. Well, for a time I’d had doubts and almost paid a price for it. Can’t afford to do that again now.

“Well we’ve got a fuckin’ window, and pussying around, pandering to your whims to debate what’s already been decided will see that closed down.” Slugger turns as if he’s going to broke no argument.

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