Page 14 of Torching Vixen
“What do you think this’ll do to the girls? Fuck, I barely remember them. I was what? Eight or nine, and they would have been what five or six when the crash happened?” I ask, thinking about Vixen.
“Yeah, something like that. Fuck, what the fuck are we going to do?” Dad asks.
“Make sure they are Bucky and Ross’s by testing them against the twins. Do you think they know they have cousins?” Smith asks.
“I really don’t. Their dads grew up in foster care. Fuck, Bucky and Ross may not have even known about their brother.” Dad says, looking sad.
“Let’s get it all straight before we tell them about it so that we don’t get their hopes up,” Wesson says, always the one to cut through the bullshit.
Fuck. What the fuck has this woman gotten herself into?
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Vixen
Iam so fucking confused. Why did everyone look like we were not real? We make it through the door, and Blue leads us down into the main room, where the party is now at full force. She walks past the barn doors before hanging a left down the other hallway. As we make our way past, some doors are open, and these men are not shy. We get to the next-to-last door on the right, and Blue pushes it open. I’m a little shocked by the size and how clean it is.
“Vixen, this room is for you, and Lo, you are across the hall,” Blue says with a soft smile.
“Thank you, Blue. Can you tell me what that was all about?” I ask, hoping like fuck I can figure out what is going on.
“I can’t, but Steel will tell you everything he can when he has all the answers,” Blue replies, cupping my cheek.
I’m too tired to deal with the hell storm of emotions and stress, so I decide a nap is a great idea, “Lo, are you good with across the hall?”
“I’m good, Vix, take care of you. Come find me when you wake up,” she tells me before giving me a quick hug and following Blue out the door.
When it’s closed, I lock it and take the first deep breath since this craziness started a week ago. I look around and take in the differences between this clubhouse and that of the Snake Bites’. Everything is clean and fairly new, even the sheets. A wave of exhaustion hits me so hard I fall face-first onto the bed and am asleep before my head hits the pillow.
I wake up feeling too hot. I start to roll away from the heat when a strong arm stops me from moving. Taking in my surroundings, his smell hits me. Torch is the heat source, and his grip on me is unforgiving. So, I do what any woman wrapped in a sexy as hell man's arms would do and kick off the covers to nestle into him. Bringing my leg up his thigh, I feel his long, hard cock.
“Keep doing that, and you’re going to get real up close and personal,” Torch mumbles sleepily. The rumble of his voice sends shivers down my spine.
I wiggle, trying to get comfortable, and before I know it, I’m on my back with Torch between my legs. Rocking my hips, I come into contact with his cock, and we both groan.
Fuck I need him. Between his overpowering presence and these fucking pregnancy hormones, I might just die if he doesn’t make good on what he started.
Torch runs his tongue down the side of my throat, reaching my collar bone where he nibbles, making me rock harder. He runs his hands up my sides, taking my shirt as he goes. When he has it off, I grab two fistfuls of his hair and bring his mouth to mine. I need him to kiss me, to devour me. We pull apart to breathe and, as I’m catching my breath, Torch starts kissing down my chest to my overly-sensitive breasts.
“Fuck, these are so fucking perfect.” He mumbles just as he sucks a nipple deep, causing my back to arch.
“That is so good. Don’t stop...” I beg, already so close. I’ve never been able to get off just from having my nipples played with, but apparently, either Torch is some kind of sex god, or the pregnancy has rewired me.
“I have no plans to stop, baby,” Torch whispers as he kisses his way down my body, taking my pants with him.
Torch pushes my thighs open and takes a long inhale of my center. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. I reach down, grabbing a handful of Torch’s hair, trying to pull him closer, needing the release I can feel.
“So close, Torch, so fucking close,” I whisper, and when Torch pushes two fingers inside at the same time he nips my clit, I shatter into a million pieces.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come. I cannot wait to make you cum until you can’t anymore,” Torch says, grinding his impressive cock into me. I wiggle my hips trying to get him where I need him.
“So greedy. Do you want me, baby?” he asks, not giving an inch. I nod my head, digging my nails into his back when he hits my clit.
“Don’t make me beg,” I plead, looking him in the eyes.
“Not this time, I need you too bad,” Torch replies as he starts to enter me.
I throw my head back as he pushes me to my limits. He brings my leg up higher on his side and sinks impossibly deeper. It’s almost too much. I’m walking the line, waiting for the last thrust to push me over. I try to reach between us to pinch my nipples, but Torch grabs both hands and holds them above my head.
