Page 5 of Torching Vixen
Damn pregnancy hormones.
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Torch
The way that this woman’s body melts into me when I wrap my hands in her hair makes my cock so hard that I know I will have a fucking zipper print on in. I tell her I won’t fuck her until she is begging for it, even if all I want is to bend her over and fuck her right here. As I pull away, I cannot stop myself from kissing her temple and breathing her in. I take a step back and look into Vixen’s eyes, not shocked to see the lust in them but what does shock me is the fear that I also see. I reach behind me and pull the door open, giving the prospect standing on the other side a nod.
“Vixen, this is a prospect, and he will walk you to our room. I’ll be there in just a minute. I need to talk to Duck.”
As soon as she is out the door and it closes, I look back at Duck. His face is a picture of concern and worry. This whole trip is fucked to hell and back. Prez is going to lose his shit. From the sit-down we had with the other club, we had an idea of what we were walking into, but it was so fucking bad. There is nothing we can do to stop the coming war between the two clubs with us in the fucking middle.
I am the Vice President of Hell’s Sacrifice MC out of Georgia. All former military, who found a brotherhood in each other when Uncle Sam decided we were no longer needed. The Club was started by my grandfather and three of his service brothers. Do not get me wrong. We are not the good guys. No, we don’t deal in hard drugs or the skin trade, but we are not angels. We do some shady shit, and we are not always on the right side of the law, but we don’t hurt women and children. And we will not stand by and let it happen for any reason.
We went to Snake Bite MC to see if we could stop the brewing war between our allied club, the Angels of Hell MC out of Tennessee. We were also supposed to remind the Snake Bite fuckers that they are running their shit through our town, and we don’t fucking appreciate it. Prez will be pissed that we couldn’t broker peace, but he’ll understand when we tell him what we saw.
I don’t see the Snake Bite MC making it much longer.
“You know Prez is going to lose what little fucking patience he has left? We really fucked this up!” Duck glances at the door where the shower is running.
I groan, dropping my head back to look at the ceiling. He’s not wrong, even though I know peace could not be brokered in any way.
“He’s not wrong, Torch,” Razor says, sitting up straighter while shifting his arm around to test Duck’s stitching job.
“I know. What were we supposed to fucking do? I couldn’t just fucking leave them there. You saw those fuckers. They were so damn high. I doubt they will remember we were there. I mean, fuck, we snuck guys into their club unnoticed, and that’s not counting the prospects and the three of us.” It disgusted me that they are so fucking gone we could get that close.
“Naw, man, did you see the way Fire looked at her like he owns her? The asshole is not going to forget that you took her. Are you sure that this girl is worth the war she will bring?” Duck, always the voice of reason.
“Fire is a fucktard. I’ll talk to Prez, and we’ll come up with a plan. I can tell you now by the look and smell of that club. Taking them all out is best for everyone. I don’t even think we could patch them over at this point,” I say, knowing that to even consider doing that, some of those fuckheads would have to go to ground.
I sigh, rubbing my brow. “Let’s rest tonight and get home tomorrow.” The door to the bathroom opens, and out steps Vixen’s cousin. I give her a chin lift and turn to leave the room when I hear a crash, a squeak, and Razor losing his shit. I spin around, ready to fight when I see Duck standing between a very angry Razor and a shaking and scared woman.
“What the fuck is your damage, Razor?” Duck shakes with building rage.
“My damage? Are you fucking kidding me? Did you see her back? They fucking did that to her? Those pieces of shit did that to her,” Razor roars. I watch as Duck relaxes some, and the scared woman’s shaking starts to settle.
“Man, I know they did. Why do you think I got her out? They will pay, brother,” Duck advises like it’s no big deal. I know better, of course, but now’s not the time.
I don’t have time to figure out the dynamics of what is going on here right now, so I tell my brothers goodnight, and unless someone is dying, not to bother me until we roll out in the morning. They both give me a chin lift, and Duck goes about bandaging the woman’s back while Razor squats in front of her talking soothingly.I should figure out her name.
I head into my room and can’t stop the grin that stretches across my face when I find Vixen asleep in the middle of the king-sized bed. As much as I wanna crash headfirst into bed, I need to wash the day off.
I step into the steaming hot shower and lean forward onto my hands, letting the water run down my back. I let the day’s events wash over me and analyze every aspect of it. I’m just trying to see what could have been done differently. What, if anything, my men and I could change for the next time so we are better prepared if we’re ever in the same situation again. It’s something I’ve always done.
As the memory of my girl hits me, I can’t stop the groan that escapes my throat. I look down at my hard cock and know that if I don’t take care of this before I get in bed with her, I’ll be fucking her before she’s ready. Wrapping my calloused hand around my cock, I start stroking.
I bring up the image of Vixen in those short as hell shorts and tight tank top. She is curvy in all the right places, with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair that I want to wrap in my fist as she swallows my cock. The image of her on her knees taking all that I have makes me cum faster than I have since I was a virgin.
After finding my release and washing off, I climb out of the shower and get ready for bed. When I lay down, I pull my little Vixen so she’s lying across my chest. The tight fist in my chest since the day it all went to hell loosens.
I am in so much fucking trouble.
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Vixen
“Oh shit!” Wiggling away from the grasp I’m in. I try to get to the bathroom.
“Quit your fucking wiggling. I’m trying to sleep,” the man child attached to the arm whines, pulling me tighter to his chest.
