Page 6 of Fire Meets Fire

I’m the prez. Woman or not, I can’t let any weakness show. Returning to her, I roughly take hold of her arm and start dragging her toward the shop.

She tries to pull back, stumbling as I sweep her along without letting myself feel any remorse. “Wh-where are you taking me?”

I don’t answer. Iron smirks, Legend looks perplexed, but neither say a word as I lead our captive inside the workshop. As we enter, some of her strength returns and she starts struggling, but it’s not one-on-one now. Without being asked, Iron takes her other arm, pinning her between us.

Our work area is full of bikes and a couple of cars in the middle of being serviced or repaired, but one of the inspection pits is free. With no gentleness at all, I pick her up and throw her down, then follow with a lithe jump.

Iron tosses me a zip tie, and I fasten her wrists to a metal support.

“What are you doing?” she snarls, jerking her restraint and testing it. She’s breathing heavily as if the exertion is too muchfor her. Again, I worry whether she might indeed have a serious brain injury, but stamp down any sympathy fast.

Impassively, I stare back. “You’ve taken enough of my time tonight. I’m off to get some shut-eye. Perhaps in the morning, you’ll find your tongue and tell me what I want. You’re not getting out of here until I find out who you are and why you thought you could fuck with the Soulz.” I raise my eyebrow, waiting for a response.

Any other female would beg not to be left in such uncomfortable surroundings all night. Any other woman would plead to be set free, or at least start telling me what I want to know. But not her. Despite not having my curiosity satisfied, I feel more than a grudging admiration.Who the fuck is she? And what brought her into my life?For a moment, I wonder if for the sake of my sanity it might be easier to cut her loose and let her disappear into the night. But that wouldn’t be me acting in character.

I climb out of the pit.

“You can’t just leave her here,” Legend hisses. “What if she’s got a concussion?”

I’m more afraid she’s got something far more contagious, as right now I’m having difficultly dragging myself away. That makes it imperative I leave and continue with my other plan for my night.

My confusion makes me snap out a suggestion that I immediately regret. “If you’re so fuckin’ concerned, you stay here with her.”Fuck no, he can’t.

Luckily, Legend wants his creature comforts as much as I do. Pressing his lips together, he dismisses my suggestion, then lowers onto his haunches and looks down into the pit. “If you don’t want to stay here alone, in the dark, with the rats, darlin’, then I suggest you start talking. Give us a name. Anything.”

But the woman doesn’t make any motion to show she’s even heard him, let alone being scared into giving any response. Whether she’s making a point, whether she’s injured, or whether the convulsion or whatever it was has worn her out, it’s impossible to tell, but her eyes are closed and she’s leaning against the brickwork as if she’s made herself comfortable.

For fuck’s sake.

Jerking my head toward the door, Iron and Legend take the hint and walk out. I follow, flicking off the lights.

It’s a short ride back to the clubhouse. I try to use the quiet of the night, the roar of the engine and the rush of the ground under my wheels to try and balance my thoughts. Every few yards that I drive away, I feel a pull to go back to her. It’s not just that I have to assuage my guilt about leaving the unknown woman possibly injured and hurting all alone, it’sher,and the crazy idea I’m losing something important by riding away.

Fucking loco.My hand twitches on the throttle making my bike jump. Quickly I ease off so as not to alert my companions riding behind that anything’s amiss. Why should it be? We’ve caught our thief and she won’t be getting away. She’ll still be waiting for me in the morning.

Alive or dead.

The thought it could be the latter almost makes me slam on the brakes. I try to shake some sense back into myself.She’s a thief.If she dies, so be it. It means I won’t need to dole out the Soulz retribution.

If she dies, I’ll have lost my chance with her.

Chance? What fucking chance do I want? My dick’s only hard as it wants some action, and it’s not fussy who’s the provider. I just need to get laid, that’s all, then I’ll get that woman off my mind. She’s got no tits and I’m a man who definitely likes curves.Her ass is okay.Fuck.Do I need to slap myself around the head to get her out of it?

It’s not far to ride. Moments later, I lead my small pack through the gates and head for my parking slot, kick down the stand and turn off my engine. Leaving Legend and Iron to do whatever the fuck they want to, I make straight for the clubroom and once inside, glance around.

Although, even by biker standards, it’s late, there are still people about. And thank fuck there’s the curvaceous CeCe who, on seeing me, eagerly stands as if she’s been waiting just for me. Futilely, she tries to pull down her too-short skirt, while conversely licking her lips in obvious invitation.

Now that’s more like the way my night should be going.Not wanting to lose out to my brothers following in behind me, I waste no time crooking my finger to beckon her over, while simultaneously, with my other hand, indicating to the prospect behind the bar to pass me a bottle of Jack. Both my requests complied with, I take girl and drink and head for my suite.

I’m the president, and while I might live at the clubhouse, I don’t slum it. Over the years we’ve been doing up the place and I’ve taken full advantage, spreading my personal realm until I’ve basically ended up with my own apartment—bedroom, lounge, bath and a small kitchenette.

Only pausing to pour a glass of whisky, I watch as CeCe knows exactly which direction to head. By the time I reach the room I sleep in, she’s already naked and lying on my bed.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her, giving an appreciative grin and bringing the glass to my lips. “Get yourself off.”

Again licking her plump lips, she offers a seductive smile then starts fingering her clit, her digits already slick from her arousal. I let the amber liquid run down my throat, both quenching my thirst and bringing a welcoming warmth. As CeCe’s skin begins to flush, my cock starts to lengthen. My eyes fixed on her body, I watch as she expertly plays with herself, thrusting her fingers inside her, then bringing them out, makingsure that I can’t miss how they’re glistening. She licks her digits then returns to pleasuring herself. I harden more and start unzipping my pants as her body starts to thrash and unabashed moans come from her mouth.

As she screams, I’m already sliding on a condom. As her body pulsates and she draws in deep breaths, I launch forward to the bed. Pulling her up, I turn her onto her stomach then yank her hips into the position I want. With no warning, I thrust inside her.

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