Page 11 of Up in a Blaze
I loved coding, hacking, investigating, and all the other shit Tech and I did on the computers, but Henri would always come first over everything. I’d sworn it to myself when he’d reached out to me after years of no contact.
When he asked for my help, I knew I wouldn’t be strong enough to walk away for a second time.
It probably wasn’t good to be thankful since Henri had only reached out to get me to help find Dusty.
At first, I didn’t think the Diamond MC would want an assist from me, but Country’s fear of losing Dusty meant he quickly accepted my help. I knew Country and Death back in school. We’d been friends for a while, until I’d started dealing in shady shit and they’d wanted no part of it. But it was also around the time my sister was brutally murdered, and the vengeance that burned inside of me overtook everything in my life.
A slim hand squeezed my thigh. I glanced to Henri, who quirked a brow, silently asking me if I was okay. I nodded once.
He went on eating, as did I, but Henri also asked Loyal, “Has there been any drama happening in your area?”
Loyal snorted. “If I was to guess, you’re itching for something to go down.”
“Moi? I would never.”
Shaking my head, I grinned for a moment.
“Sure, Henri,” Loyal said. “Hey, did you happen to see Pixie when he came in?”
“Non, why?”
“He didn’t look too good.”
Henri cocked his head to the side. “He is with a client right now, but I will check on him.”
Loyal tipped his chin up. “Knew you would. Thanks, Henri.”
In the time Henri had been here, he’d become somewhat of a mother hen to the employees. He lived to gossip and help where he could, and the brothers knew he was always willing to be there when certain employees needed a gentler hand.
Pixie was shy and quiet, and Wreck had told me he’d spoken to Henri more than anyone else in the building, but even with the times they’d talked, it wasn’t much.
The kid needed help. There was something troubling him, but it was up to him to reach out. We couldn’t interfere. Not yet at least. I had a feeling that if we moved too fast with him, he’d just up and quit.
Henri laughed at something Loyal said. I fucking loved watching him. Everything he did I was obsessed with.
The way he moved and talked….
I still remembered the first time I’d seen him naked. My lips tugged up in the corner briefly as I thought of the shocked look on his face when he’d turned around in the bathroom to find me naked first.
As I stared at the beautiful man, I was sure he thought I’d tell him to fuck off.
But I couldn’t.
The need to see him naked in the shower clawed under my skin. My cock was already hard, desire pushing me to palm it as he said, “I suppose you will need a hand in the shower.”
Fuck yes.
Even when pain radiated all over my body, I blocked it when he started to undress.
Inch by inch, he revealed his sweet skin that I wanted to lick, bite, and claim.
I’d wanted to make him mine when I’d seen him, when he’d spoken to me and cursed me out in French.
“Mon bête, you look at me like you want to devour me,” he said.
My beast.
Yeah, I wanted to be his beast.
