Thief: Devil's Own MC (5 page)

Chapter Eight

Sarah

Blake was frowning at me when we both heard a stirring on the ground. I looked down to see Roger waking up into consciousness. He groaned and held a hand up to his face, wiping his chin. When he pulled it away and it was bloody, he grunted.

“What the fuck?” he hissed.

I smirked at him. From where I stood, he seemed like such an insignificant little prick. He wasn’t intimidating or threatening at all. I watched with satisfaction as the blood trickled out of his mouth. When he tried to roll into a sitting position, Roger’s eyes rolled back in his head. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out again.

“Stay awake,” Blake hissed. He leaned down and grabbed Roger by the throat, yanking him into a standing position. “What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck are you?”

Roger laughed, showing a mouth full of blood and yellow teeth. “Fuck you,” he said to Blake. “I’m nobody to you, asshole. You can’t save your little girlfriend.”

Blake shook his head. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said tersely. “But you didn’t answer my fucking question. Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?”

“Nothing with you,” Roger cackled. He spat blood on Blake’s face and Blake decked him again, sending him flying to the ground. I watched as a tooth dribbled out of his mouth and bounced along the pavement. “It’s gonna take more than that to keep me down,” he said with a grin. “You’re gonna have to work much, much harder, boy.”

I watched as Blake’s face twisted into an almost unrecognizable mask of anger.
Kick him again,
I thought.
Harder this time!

But Blake restrained himself. He turned to me. “Come on,” he said shortly. “I’m taking you home.”

I shook my head. “I can drive,” I told him. “My car’s right here. See?”

Blake shook his head. I felt his strong hand encircle my arm and a little shiver of arousal went through my body. “No, you’re coming with me,” he told me. “Come on.”

We walked down the steps of the garage without speaking, leaving Roger in a pile of blood and a few teeth. I wanted to go back and make sure he was really hurt, but something told me Blake was going to start hounding me for more answers.

“You really don’t have to do this,” I told him after a few minutes of silence. “I’m totally fine on my own.”

“You’re obviously not,” Blake shot back. “I left for what, like, two seconds?”

I blushed and ducked my head. “Whatever,” I muttered, not wanting to argue. “Where are you parked?”

Blake led me through the trees. His bike was leaned against a fence. “Here,” he said, handing me a half-dome of a helmet. “Put this on.”

As we cruised through the streets of downtown, I wrapped my arms around him and held on a little tighter than I should have. There was something really sensual about riding the motorcycle; it almost felt more like a live animal than a piece of machinery. Blake handled it expertly. “Lean with me!” he yelled as we approached a sharp turn. I felt his body angle in the opposite direction and I leaned with him. It was scary—I felt like I was actually close to the ground even though we were fine. It was exhilarating; between our encounter with Roger and the fast bike ride, my adrenaline was going crazy.

Being this close to Blake was making my heart beat fast, too. His hair smelled like tobacco and cologne and I buried my face in the back of his neck and breathed in deeply. He was muscular and heavy; it didn’t look like there was any fat on his body whatsoever. Holding him through his leather vest, I realized just how bulky he actually was. With Blake, I felt safe and protected. Even though I was getting evicted, I could close my eyes and actually pretend like everything was alright.

The ride to my apartment didn’t take nearly long enough. As we pulled in the parking lot, I handed Blake back his helmet. “Here,” I said. “Thanks. Bye.”

Blake shook his head. “Oh, no, no, no,” he said, wagging a finger at me. “I’m not leaving now. We’re gonna have a little talk, honey.”

I blushed. The thought of him going inside my apartment was almost unbearably intimate. I couldn’t think of what would happen. Was he going to laugh at the way I’d decorated? It was hard to imagine him reclining on my gypsy-ish couch with the purple silk throw.

“Okay. It’s this way.”

Blake followed me up the stairs and down the hall to my door. The neighbor’s dog went apeshit as usual and barked its fool head off. “I hate that dog,” I muttered under my breath. Blake chuckled.

“Yeah, doesn’t seem nearly intimidating enough for this kind of place,” Blake said, raking a hand through his hair. “You must be always wanting to put extra locks on the door.”

I shook my head. “It’s not like that, really,” I said. “This is actually pretty safe. I’ve never had any trouble.”

“Do you like it?” Blake’s eyes bore holes into mine as he flopped down on the couch. I blushed. He had no way of knowing that I’d be leaving soon, but it was almost like he was trying to get me to say it. I watched as he fingered the edge of a throw pillow.

“It’s fine,” I said, looking to the side. “What’s up?” I prayed he wasn’t going to start with the same business again. As I looked at Blake, I wondered just how much of our conversation he’d overhead. There was Roger threatening me with the pictures and telling me that I had to tell him…it was all pretty damning. Even though Blake was a tough guy in a motorcycle club, I didn’t really want to tell him about the pictures. I felt like it didn’t really make me look very smart. Of course nudes were always going to resurface after you took them. It was honestly a miracle that I hadn’t been blackmailed before.

“I just want to know what’s going on,” Blake said. He shook his head. “And don’t lie to me, I have a good bullshit detector, Sarah. Maybe even better than yours.”

I snorted. “I can’t tell you,” I said finally. “I really can’t talk about it. I don’t even know what I’d say that would make it seem understandable.”

Blake glanced up. “So you are involved with something, then,” he said. His words hung in the air.

I looked at the ground. “Does it matter?”

Blake stared at me. His intense blue eyes pierced a hole right through me. “I know you are,” he said carefully. “And you need to be a little more careful, Sarah. I’ve seen people who were planning to commit big heists acting like you did this morning. And the other day.”

I frowned. “What other day?” I lied, looking away.

“Sarah, come on,” Blake said. He leaned forward and his scent washed over me. It was incredibly difficult to resist the urge to kiss him. I wanted to lean forward and tangle my hands in his masses of blond hair, pull him close, and feel his tongue lick its way into my mouth.

“What?” My mouth felt too dry. I swallowed.

“You know that I know that you were there,” he said. I giggled nervously. “What? This isn’t funny, Sarah. This is really serious, and you could go to jail for a long time. Come on. There has to be
something
you can tell me.”

I shook my head again. The way that he was pleading with me was tugging at my heartstrings. I was so close to telling him everything—about the eviction, about the pictures, about Roger being a complete and total creep—but there was something in his gaze that made me stop dead in my tracks. It was like Blake was built on layer after layer of person, and there’s no way I’d be able to break through all of them. I envisioned that he didn’t get close to many people in his life, maybe save for the other members of the motorcycle club. But I wanted to be close to him.

“You can tell me,” Blake cajoled. I bit my lip. “And even if you don’t tell me, I’ll probably find out anyway. Don’t you know that, Sarah?”

A blush spread over my cheeks. “No,” I whispered. “I don’t think you’ll find out, because I’m not really involved.”

Anger flashed over Blake’s face and he closed his eyes, throwing his head back dramatically. I watched as his veiny, masculine hands curled into fists and pounded at his muscular thighs. “Sarah,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes still screwed shut. “Stop fucking with me,” he growled.

A shiver ran down my spine at the way he said my name. I closed my eyes and imagined him riding me hard, my wetness spilling down my legs and making a mess. I knew that he’d tangle his hands in my hair and pull my head back until I was screaming with pain, only to give me the most savage orgasms that I’d ever had.

“I’m not,” I said softly.

Blake opened his eyes and glared at me. He got to his feet and my breath caught in my throat as he bridged the gap between our bodies with two swift steps. My heart was hammering in my chest as he leaned down and tangled his hands in my hair, pulling my head back so that I was looking right into his blue eyes.

“I can tell that you’re lying,” he whispered gruffly. “And I’m going to find out what’s going on, Sarah. Don’t even think for a second that I’ll let you get away with this.”

Fear and desire crawled down my spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered breathily. My heart started to thud in my chest as Blake leaned closer, without breaking eye contact. I couldn’t tell if he was going to slap me or kiss me, but I impulsively leaned up on my toes and planted my lips on his. For a moment, the kiss was stagnant. It had no life of its own, and just as I was about to pull away in defeat, Blake moved his lips against mine. My whole body jolted with arousal and electricity as he gently tongued his way into my mouth and caressed my tongue with his. I felt my whole body melt as he tangled his hands painfully tight in my hair and kept my mouth smashed against his. His breath invaded my mouth and his taste was enough to set the area between my legs on fire. I moaned softly into Blake’s mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close with want and need.

Blake groaned softly. I licked and nibbled at his bottom lip and he slid a hand down my back and squeezed my ass. In his big hands, I felt delicate and tiny. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body as he kneaded the flesh of my ass with a skilled hand. I could feel my juices soaking through my panties and I squirmed and twisted in his grasp, desperate for more. As Blake groped me, I pressed my body against him. I could feel how stiff my nipples were, and against the silk of my dress they throbbed hotly as we rubbed together. As I ran my hands over Blake’s back, I felt his muscles tense. He was so strong, it turned me on just to touch him. As the kiss deepened, Blake twisted my head to the side. Just as I was about to wrap one of my legs around his strong thighs, he pulled away.

“No,” Blake muttered. “Forget it. I have to go.”

I stared at him, feeling a blush crawl down my face. My heart was thudding. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking down. I kept my eyes on the carpet as Blake’s heavy footsteps walked to the door. He threw it open with so much force that it slammed against the wall, the doorknob leaving a dent in the plaster. I winced as I thought about it coming out of my security deposit.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah?” I looked up at him, biting my lip. “What?” He didn’t meet my eyes.

“Stay out of Tinder’s,” Blake grunted. Then, he was gone.

Chapter Nine

Blake

It was hard to get her out of my head as I stalked towards my bike, anger and lust coursing through my veins.
Damn her
, I thought, my eyes flashing.
She thinks she’s so much smarter than me! I’ll show her!

I hopped on my bike and rode home. That night, I was meeting Abel, Jimmy, and Red out at a bar. I wondered if Abel was finally gonna talk about the Aztecs; if we didn’t do something soon, I had a feeling they were about to become a real problem. The whole time I was in the shower and getting ready, I thought about Sarah. I remembered how her hot little body responded to mine with such catlike grace and desire. I could smell the fumes wafting off of her, that’s how hot she’d been. If I’d yanked up her dress and plunged my cock inside of her, I bet she wouldn’t have even made me wear a rubber.

Thinking about Sarah and her little curvy body was too much right now. My cock started to get hard and at first I ignored it, but stroking myself with her spicy vanilla and chili scent in my mind felt too good. I closed my eyes as I stroked my cock in long, hard motions in the shower, using some conditioner as lube. My hand was warm and wet and tight, but not nearly as tight as good pussy. I somehow had a feeling that Sarah was so tight she could stir up a monk.

After the shower, I felt unusually drained. I hoped tonight would be low-key. I didn’t have to work the next day, but with the state I was in, I didn’t want to bring anybody home. The air felt tense and heavy; I couldn’t deal with some random bimbo’s questions just then.

When I got to the bar, I looked around. Jeanne wasn’t there, but there was a cute little blonde working the tables. She was wearing jean shorts so high that they were creeping into her labia; I could see the round swell of each ass cheek. There was a white tank top knotted tightly beneath her breasts, and I could see her pink nipples through the thin cotton. My cock chafed and twitched in my pants, but I wasn’t grateful for the distraction. She gave me a big smile.

“Blake, it’s been so long since I saw you,” she said sweetly, coming over to hug me. I felt her tits press into my chest and I had to pull away. “I’m home from college; you can see I’m all grown up now.” She smiled a gap-toothed smile at me and suddenly, I remembered her. She was a friend of Tony’s older daughter. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been in high school with glasses and her hair in braids. I raked a hand through my hair and looked at her from an arm’s length. Her pink-glossed lips were curved into a sensuous smile.

“I remember you,” I said gruffly. She giggled and jumped up and down, I caught myself staring at her tits bouncing. “How old are you now?”

She grinned and bit her lower lip. “Eighteen!” she chirped.

I clapped a hand to my forehead. “Chris,” I muttered. “I need a beer.”

She laughed and walked away, carrying her tray propped up against the curve of her hips that was just starting to look womanly. Towards the back of the bar I saw Jimmy and Abel. Abel was the spitting image of Jimmy, only twenty years older and with a lot more scars and tattoos. Compared to him, Jimmy looked like a freshfaced little kid.

“Hey, man,” they greeted me, clapping me on the back. “What’s good? You took so long to get here, we were gonna drink all the beer!”

I laughed shortly. “Close work,” I said, referencing our code for domestic issues. “I had to escort someone home.”

Abel raised his eyebrows. “You’re on club time today,” he drawled. “You think about that?”

I shook my head. “It took thirty minutes, tops,” I told him casually. “I’m here now. Trust me.”

The little blonde waltzed over to our table with a pitcher of beer and a shot glass full of a murky amber liquid. She smiled at me again and my cock twitched.

“Hey, boys,” she said with a flirtatious smile. “I’m just bringin’ y’all a fresh pitcher. And I’m gonna give Blake here a shot, since he’s got some catching up to do.”

Abel and Jimmy snickered; I wondered if somehow they hadn’t asked her to do that before I even showed up. “Sure,” I said, reaching out and taking the glass, I held it up to the blonde, winked at her, and knocked it back. I saw a flash of desire and admiration on her face and as she walked away, I knew she was blushing.

“She’s not old enough to be my sister,” Jimmy grumbled. “You want first crack at her, Blake?”

I laughed and threw my head back. “Maybe after about ten more of these,” I said, showing Jimmy the empty glass. “I’m not much for jailbait.”

The three of us caught up and before I knew it, I was feeling red-faced and sweaty. One of the guys put some old country on the jukebox and the blonde girl got up and danced on the bar. The men couldn’t take their eyes off of her. Her youth was like a magnet that drew them, regardless of marital status or whether they had a girlfriend at home.

“She’s smoking,” Jimmy said, whistling. “You gonna go for that tonight?”

I looked at him. Normally, we wouldn’t be competing like this. But I’d felt like something was wrong, like some kind of trouble was brewing ever since that standoff with the Aztecs. I nodded. “Sure am,” I said, digging my hands deep in my pockets and walking over. Sarah’s face flashed through my mind.
Damn her
, I thought.

The blonde hopped down from the bar and took a bow. When she walked over to me, I saw that her color was high and her face was flushed. “Hi,” she said in a twang. “Wanna dance?”

I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I don’t dance,” I grunted in her ear. “You feel like comin’ outside with me?”

She giggled for a moment and it occurred to me how young she really was. But as she pressed her tits up against me, I found myself not caring. “Sure,” she whispered. “Just let me go tell the boss.”

I nodded. When she came back, I realized I didn’t even know what her name was. She looped her arm through mine and I guided her outside. Later, I realized it was almost like a parody of how I’d acted with Sarah in Tinder’s. The blonde turned her face to me and looked into my eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. “You look a little tense, baby.”

She giggled nervously and wrapped her thin arms around my neck. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “I’m with you!”

I slid my hands down her back and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She squealed and kissed me enthusiastically. Her mouth tasted like bubble gum and vodka and I had an almost instant hard-on as she ground her thinly-clad pussy against me. The blonde purred into my mouth and tangled her hands in my hair, pulling herself further up on my frame. She was acting like a little cat in heat, and while it was sexy, it was also a little thirsty in a way that suggested she was faking. I couldn’t tell if it was desire or eagerness to please that was driving her, and as I held her in place, she wriggled down my body, kissing and nipping at my neck with her sticky little mouth.

“Slow down, darlin’,” I whispered in a strained voice. “We got more time than this.”

The blonde was already scrambling to her feet and kneeling down in front of me. As she unzipped my jeans, she gave me a big grin. “I just wanna make you feel good,” she said sweetly, reaching in tentatively for my cock. I was hard, but the way she touched me made me feel like she’d never been around a real dick before.

“You can stroke me harder,” I told in her a strained voice. She peered up at me and bit her lip, gently moving her hand along my shaft. It was tickling torture and I groaned in agony. “Please,” I grunted. “Please touch me harder.”

“I love hearing you beg,” she said, leaning in and licking her lips. I buried my hand in her tangle of blonde hair as she took the first couple inches of my cock into her mouth. Almost immediately, she began to choke and gag and I pulled away, afraid of her teeth. When we made eye contact, she was red and blushing. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, picking her up to her feet and cradling her in my arms. I dipped my head to kiss her and she swooned in my arms. Suddenly, my mind was a thousand miles away, with that goddamned redheaded bartender. I bet she wouldn’t have choked on my cock. I bet she could have taken the whole thing in her mouth at once and deep-throated me until I came. I could feel my erection softening. I pushed the blonde away gently. When she tried to move back in closer, I took her by the shoulder and looked at her. “Listen, this isn’t a good time,” I told her curtly. “You better go on back inside now.”

The blonde glared at me, hurt showing on her face. “Forget you,” she muttered. “Are you gay? Do you even like women?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not exactly a woman, honey,” I told her. “I don’t like little girls.”

I watched as tears came to her eyes and she backed away. “Fine! I didn’t want you anyway!”

As she ran inside, I lit a cigarette and pulled on it hard.
Sarah
. Why couldn’t I get her name out of my head?

There was a buzz and a loud thrumming behind me. I turned around to see one of the Aztecs pull into the lot. He kept his eyes on me as he hopped off his bike and walked towards mine. Just when I thought he was about to do something, he kicked it over. I watched as my motorcycle fell in the dirt. Rage swirled through me and I walked over and decked him, hard. The Aztec was grinning at me the whole time, even after my punch landed, but he crumpled to the ground in a puddle of blood and teeth.

“Fuck you,” I spat. He kicked me and I almost fell over. The time I spent staggering allowed him to get up and punch me in return. I managed to dodge the blow but he delivered a powerful roundhouse kick that sent me flying. In the distance, police sirens started to blare. The Aztec looked panicky, then gleeful when he realized I’d be caught at the scene of the crime. Glaring at him, I ran over to my bike, picked it up, and drove off.

Fuck
, I thought, as I sped through the dark night alone.
What the fuck is going to happen next?