Thief: Devil's Own MC (9 page)

When I cleaned the kitchen, I saw us bent over the table, fucking like wild animals. I blushed when I remembered how he’d shoved his hand against my mouth and ordered me to be quiet; it somehow made the tense moment all the more arousing. Blake had an effect on my body that I’d never quite felt before. I was afraid that I’d never feel it again, except with him. It was crazy to feel like I was going through some kind of awakening—after all, I was in my thirties—but at the same time, that would be the most accurate phrase for it. I blushed when I thought of the hungry feeling that came over me whenever Blake was around. It was too much; I was dying for him. I actually had to fight the urge to slip my hand down my panties and play with myself. The whole thing made me blush; I’d never felt driven to masturbating before from a guy. It was the kind of thing I would have laughed at in a movie, but thinking of Blake made my juices run hot and wild. Licking my lips, I straightened up. Sure I might not be able to see him for hours, but when I did, I planned on looking killer.

Three hours later, I was ready to go. I’d taken a painstakingly long bath and washed and dried my hair, then put it in loose waves with a big-barreled curling iron. I wore some light purple eyeshadow to make my green eyes pop, with big fake lashes and minimal lip gloss. When I surveyed myself in the mirror, I felt I looked pretty good. I was clearly exhausted, but that couldn’t be helped. When you were waiting for your almost-boyfriend to have a meeting with the douche that blackmailed you, well, you were probably going to look pretty tense.

To my dismay, the Starbucks was empty when I arrived. I peeked around and looked at every table, snuck a glance at the face of every mindless patron who was typing on a laptop, and looking dissatisfied. The barista smiled at me. He let his eyes linger on my breasts and for once I didn’t mind. I knew that I probably had the fuck-me aura lingering, and I intended to take full advantage of it. Well, with Blake, anyway.

“What can I get for you today?” He gave me a charming smile.

“I’ll take a grande skim cappuccino,” I said with a smile. “And a croissant, and one of those panini with brie and fig.”

He flashed a dazzlingly white smile at me; he looked like he could have been an unknown actor. “Sure thing,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Sarah,” I told him, nervously looking around. Every time the door chimed, I whipped my head back to see if it was Blake. So far, an old couple and a group of teenagers had come in, but no Blake.

“I’ll bring this to you when you’re ready,” the barista said with a smirk. “I can tell you’re waiting for someone.”

I blushed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be that obvious,” I said with a giggle. “I’ll sit over here.”

“He’s a lucky guy, whoever he is,” the barista said. He winked at me and I felt my insides melt.

I picked a table with two armchairs near the window. The armchairs were overstuffed and they sat squat and low to the ground. They looked inviting, and I sank eagerly into one, scanning the parking lot with my eyes. I didn’t see any trace of Blake’s bike. Closing my eyes, I tried to listen for the loud sound of it in the distance, but I couldn’t hear anything.
Damn.
Where is he?

At quarter past one, I was starting to get a little nervous. I hadn’t taken a book with me, but I borrowed a magazine from the communal table. I read the whole thing; it had articles like “How to impress your man with a low-fat dessert!” and “Keep his eyes on you during bikini season!” It was kind of sad, I thought. Were women so insecure that they had to read this stuff just to feel better? Or did they feel fine about themselves before magazines started making them doubt their personal lives?

I read the magazine from cover to cover, and then slowly I flipped through it again. My coffee had gotten cold a long time ago, and I nibbled at the edge of my sandwich with distaste. It smelled amazing, but I didn’t feel hungry anymore. Blake was more than half an hour late, and my stomach was starting to churn into knots.

It had been a beautiful day when I’d left my apartment and come downtown, but it was starting to look like it could rain. I pressed my face to the glass and looked out, the only thing I could see clearly was a black car slowly pulling away. When I looked at my reflection in the window of the Starbucks, I realized that all of the other patrons were new. Since I’d arrived, the old couple had left, along with the teenagers, another group of their friends, and a loud pair of women who were talking angrily about the school system. Every now and then, the barista shot me a sympathetic look.

At two o’clock, he walked over with a cup of water and another coffee. “This is on the house,” he said, giving me a smile. “I hope everything is all right with your friend.”

“I’m sure it is,” I said quickly. When I realized that he was just trying to be nice, I blushed. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried. When we were supposed to meet an hour ago, it’s kind of hard not to worry.”

The barista nodded. “I get that,” he said carefully. “Listen, I’m going off in half an hour. Can I bring you anything? Or do you need a ride anywhere after I’m done working?”

I shook my head. “I’m okay, thanks,” I said softly. “That means a lot.”

He nodded and walked back behind the bar to serve customers. I kept staring out the window. The dark clouds rolled in; they looked like an oil painting in the gallery downtown. I always noticed it when I drove past. The gallery was in the same shopping center as Tinder’s.

Thinking about Tinder’s made me feel even worse. What if something had happened? What if Roger had done something to Blake? My stomach churned over and over and I closed my eyes and uttered a silent prayer.
Please keep him safe,
I prayed.
Please make sure that nothing bad happens to Blake
.

Just as I was getting ready to call the police, frantic with worry, the door chimed and Blake swaggered in. He shot me a guilty grin and then ambled up to the counter to order a coffee. The nice barista had left an hour ago and been replaced by a punk girl with one side of her head shaved. She gave Blake the eye up and down his body but he didn’t notice. As glad as I was to see him, I felt anger boil in my stomach. Just what made him think it was okay to show up two hours late?

“Hi,” Blake said. He sat down in the armchair opposite from me. I looked away.

“Hi,” I said sourly. “What do you want?”

“Calm down,” Blake said. “I’m sorry. I would have called if I knew it was going to take me that long. Am I really that late?”

I rolled my eyes. “Two hours,” I said, pointing to the clock on my phone. “Two hours, Blake. You couldn’t have tried a little harder than that?”

Blake grimaced. “I told you, I was doing something important,” he said. “And I have great news. You wanna hear it?”

I narrowed my eyes. “This sounds too good to be true,” I told him flatly. “I was worried that you were dead or captured or something, asshole! You could have called me!”

Blake shrugged. “I said I’m sorry,” he said defensively. “Do you want me to go? Or do you actually want to sit down and have this conversation with me?”

“We can talk,” I said in the same sour voice as before. “What do you want to tell me?”

Blake leaned across the table. He shook a few drops from his longish hair and grinned at me like a boy. His blue eyes sparkled and shone. “It’s great,” he said quietly. “I took care of him. He was so scared, Sarah. It was like he didn’t imagine that I could be so fucking intimidating!”

I narrowed my eyes. “It was that easy?” I said skeptically. “I’m not sure I believe that. He made such a show of acting like he wasn’t afraid of you before.”

“Well, I guess he was bluffing,” Blake crowed. “I mean, he was totally easy to take care of. I just got in his face and told him that he’d be sorry if he didn’t stop messing with you. I told him the kinds of things that my club does to people like him, and I think he got the picture.”

“And he didn’t put up a fight?” I wrinkled my nose. “Are you sure?”

Blake laughed. “Stop being so negative,” he said, reaching over and grabbing my hand. A bolt of warm arousal shot through me. “I promise, it’s over and done with. I took care of it, Sarah. Just like I promised.”

I bit my lip. “Okay,” I said dubiously. “Did he delete the pictures from his phone? Did he give you the hard copies?”

Blake smirked. “He deleted everything right in front of me,” he said. “And I watched as he ripped up the envelope with the pictures in it. Then I stuck everything in the fire. It’s gone. You don’t have to worry about that anymore, I promise.”

I looked up at him. Part of me didn’t believe him, but the other part of me wanted it to be over as soon as it possibly could. “Okay,” I said finally. “So now what happens?”

Blake grinned at me. “Now you let me take you to dinner. Where do you wanna go?” He looked me up and down. “You look great, by the way. Let’s go someplace really nice.”

I bit my lip. “Are you sure this is taken care of? I mean, I trust you, Blake. I really do. But part of me is worried that Roger has something else up his sleeve.”

Blake put his arm around me and steered me out of the Starbucks. “Trust me,” he said, throwing his head back with a chortle. “He’s taken care of. Babe, he had
no idea
what was happening when I showed up and threatened him. It was like he couldn’t comprehend that he was being an asshole.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, that’s not hard to imagine, knowing him,” I muttered. “He was always so determined to prove everyone wrong. It makes sense that he felt invincible for whatever reason.”

Blake handed me a helmet and climbed onto his bike. “I think we can beat the second storm,” he said, glancing at the horizon. “Come on. I know this killer Italian place a few blocks away. You’ll love it, Sarah.”

As we pulled away on his bike, I still wasn’t sure. Part of my brain was crying out in doubt.
It can’t be over this quickly.
There has to be a catch
.

Chapter Sixteen

Blake steered me into La Casa Pasta with one hand. The restaurant was practically empty; I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. It smelled amazing. Roasting meat and vegetables and a rich aroma of wine filled my senses. I looked up at Blake in surprise.

“This is incredible,” I whispered softly. “Have you been here before?”

Blake grinned. “For Abel’s birthday last year, we got catering from here,” he said. “It was out of this world amazing.”

I had to smile. “You mean you tough motorcycle guys don’t cook for your own parties?”

Blake mussed my hair and a chill of desire went down my spine. “Course not,” he said. “That would take too much time away from what really matters.”

I blushed when I heard him say the words; I imagined that ‘what really matters’ consisted of strippers and coke. As the hostess led us to a table, I looked around in awe. It wasn’t the nicest place I’d ever been to, but it was definitely the nicest place I’d been recently. My stomach rumbled as I sat down. Even drinking all of the coffee earlier hadn’t ruined my appetite.

Blake ordered for us—veal parmesan and a nice bottle of wine—and in no time it was like things had been before. He was so easy to be around; I loved how he could laugh and joke and poke fun at himself, but he was still such a tough guy. He pretended to get offended every time I mentioned the wine he’d ordered, but secretly I knew he was proud that he’d managed to make me happy.

Sometimes I looked at Blake and really saw a future with him. It wasn’t hard to picture. Blake was a guy with a stable job and I could tell that he really liked it. It wasn’t impossible to imagine that maybe he wanted to be with me, too. Or at least that he wanted to be around me more often. It seemed hard to believe how we’d met, and how eager I’d been to keep him out. Now, I was happy that I’d told him everything. If I’d told him everything and he still stuck around, that meant that he really liked me. I grinned to myself.

“What are you smiling about?”

I blushed. “Nothing,” I said softly. “Just that I think I believe you.”

Blake looked offended. “I bet,” he said, spearing a piece of asparagus and lifting it to his mouth. “Did you get enough to eat?”

I looked down at the table. We’d both cleared our plates, and I felt comfortably full. But when Blake looked me like that, my insides felt warm and melty again. I knew that in a matter of time, we’d be alone together. The thought made me get wet between the legs. I shifted uncomfortably on the seat and the sensation of my jeans rubbing against me was pleasurable.

“You look pleased about something,” Blake commented. “Do you want dessert?”

I looked him and licked my lips seductively. “I do,” I said. “But not here. Let’s get something and take it home.”

Blake grinned. “I like that idea,” he said in a gruff voice. “Check!”

Just as we strolled out to the parking lot, it started to rain again. “Shit!” I cursed. “My hair!”

Blake laughed at me as he handed me a helmet. “Just put this on,” he said. “It keeps the top of your head dry at least.” He smirked. “You look adorable when you’re wet, by the way,” he added. “Very cute.”

I frowned. I could feel the water dripping down my face and soaking my whole outfit. In a matter of minutes, my jeans were clinging to my wet skin uncomfortably. I climbed on the bike behind Blake and wrapped my arms around his wet leather jacket. Even damp, he had an immense warmth to him and I closed my eyes and snuggled closer as he drove out of the parking lot.

When we were moving faster, the rain started to feel like little pellets of agony. I yelped as it pelted my bare arms. I realized that the leather jacket protected Blake, almost like armor would do, and that was how he was able to ride in all kinds of weather. I smiled secretly to myself; even in the uncomfortably cold and stinging rain, it still felt like an amazing rush to ride on the back of his bike with him.

As we pulled out of town, I didn’t recognize the roads and streets we were on. With a jolt, I suddenly knew that we were going to Blake’s apartment instead of mine. I shivered when I thought about what it would look like. I knew that Blake wasn’t exactly hard up for money, but I couldn’t imagine him living in luxury. I hoped that he didn’t have a roommate.

We pulled up to a brick complex and Blake parked his bike. The rain was coming down so hard that he had to yell at me when he told me which apartment was his. “I’ll be right back!” he shouted as he turned away and jogged off. Frowning, I wrapped my arms around myself and climbed up the stairs. Blake had given me his keys and they felt alien in my hands. I struggled for a moment before I could finally figure out which one was his house key.

The inside of Blake’s apartment smelled damp and musty when I opened the door. Groping on the wall for a switch, I flicked it up and dull light flooded the room. His apartment actually looked remarkably like mine, except decorated in black and grey instead of pink. I smirked as I looked around. It was every inch a bachelor pad: ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts on the coffee table, nudie mags in the bathroom. The fridge didn’t have anything but beer and a stick of butter that looked more grey than yellow. I shuddered and grabbed a beer, popping it open on the counter and waiting for Blake.

When he got back, he was dripping wet. I watched with amusement as he peeled off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch, raking a hand through his blond hair. He flipped his head back, spraying me with water, and I cried out.

Blake crossed the room and pulled me into his arms. When he kissed me, I thought I was going to die of happiness. I closed my eyes and savored the salty, warm taste of his mouth. I could catch a hint of the wine from dinner and it made me shiver; every nerve ending, every cell in my body was paying attention. It was like I had to be around him or I would die. Eagerly, I slipped my tongue into his mouth and played with his. Blake groaned and wrapped his arms around me. His body felt cold at first because of the wet clothing but the longer we stayed pressed together, the warmer I felt. I moaned softly as he nipped at my lower lip. Before I knew it, his hands had slid underneath my bottom and picked me up, pressing me against his torso.

“Sarah,” Blake moaned softly. “You’re so sexy, babe.” He growled with lust and buried his face in my neck, nipping at the soft skin until I was crying out in pleasure. I could feel my heart thudding fast in my chest and I tangled my hands in his wet hair and pulled his head close. As always, Blake felt so strong, so secure and confident under my grip. I shivered as he held me close and kept me wrapped in his arms. I felt him lifting me higher and higher and carrying me down the hallway, entering a dark room, and tossing me down on something soft.

“What about dessert?” I grinned up at him in the darkness. “Didn’t you say you had something at home?”

Blake tugged me down on the bed so I was laying on my back with my legs spread. “You,” he grunted. “You’re my dessert, Sarah.”

I blushed hotly in the dark, glad that he couldn’t see me. “Okay,” I said before giggling. Suddenly I felt so shy around him. Blake kept his eyes trained on my face as he pulled his wet clothes off and tossed them on the floor. When he was standing next to the bed naked, I could see his cock sticking straight out. The sight of it made me gasp. He was so beautiful naked, I could have spent hours worshipping his body and licking him and kissing him. Or running my hands over him and pleasuring him. I closed my eyes and suppressed a soft moan when Blake crawled onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He unsnapped my wet jeans and they were clinging to my skin so fiercely that I had to help him tug them down. Blake pulled away my wet panties in a second and tossed them on the floor. He pushed up my shirt with his fingers and tugged it over my head before I had a second to react. When he pulled off my bra and threw it to the side, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. The feel of his damp skin against mine made me shiver, but in a few seconds we were both warmed up. The full-body contact of his skin on mine was super intense, and as we kissed, I could feel his cock nudging against my thigh. I spread my legs and tried to pull his hips close but Blake pulled away. He gave me a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” he teased. “I want to make you crazy first.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m already crazy for you,” I whispered. “I want you so much right now.”

Blake didn’t answer. He nudged my head up and kissed and bit my neck, trailing down and planting kisses all over my chest. I waited with baited breath as he took one of my stiff nipples into his mouth and sucked at it until I was crying out. Little bolts of pleasure were swirling around in my body and I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, digging my fingers into his soft, damp hair. Blake bit down hard on my sensitive skin and I shrieked. When he lavished my nipple with his tongue I felt some of the pain melt and disappear.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered as he kissed and sucked at my breasts. Blake slipped a hand down my body and let it rest on my lower belly, just above the little tuft of pubic hair that I keep in the front. I groaned and arched my back, trying to move his hand lower. Blake grinned at me and took his hand away. When I cried out, he laughed and reached down to pinch me. It hurt but I cried out in frustration, wanting more pleasure. I writhed my body around on the bed, desperate for attention.

“Please touch me,” I begged softly. “I need to feel you, Blake, please!”

He grinned at me and nipped at my earlobe. A sharp jolt of arousal shot through me, and with all my strength, I pushed hard against his chest. Blake sat up and I grabbed him and tried to pin him down on the bed. He resisted but I threw my weight against him until he was laying flat on his back. As I straddled him, he groaned softly.

“Oh, fuck, Sarah,” he whispered. “I need you, I fucking need to be inside of you right now.”

I grinned and rubbed the lips of my pussy against his rock hard erection. “I know,” I said in a teasing voice. “But now I want to make you crazy.”

The sensation of Blake’s cock rubbing against me was almost too much to bear. I could feel my arousal dripping out of my pussy and coating my thighs. He groaned and shifted his hips into the air so the first inch of his cock was inside of me. It felt incredible and I moaned and threw my head back, grunting with pleasure. Blake grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way down on his erection. When it impaled me, I cried out with pleasure and delight. Blake had a way of making me feel so full, so stuffed, that I could think of nothing but him. We made eye contact and I shivered with the intensity of it.

“I need you, Sarah,” Blake grunted. “I need you right now.” He began to rock in and out of me, slow at first, then faster and faster until I was screaming with pleasure. Blake shoved his thumb underneath me and began to rub and press at my clit as his cock slid in and out of me. It felt incredible and I moaned, closing my eyes and seeing stars. I could feel a hot flush all over my whole body and I shrieked as Blake pounded me hard. Leaning over him, I dug my hands into his hair and looked close into his piercing blue eyes.
 

“I need you,” I whispered, grinding my hips against his cock. “I need you forever.”

Blake screamed my name and dug his fingers into my hair, yanking and pulling as I rode him. I could feel my pleasure building and building until finally, right when I was about to climax, Blake reached up and put his fingers around my throat. He glanced at me. “I need you,” he hissed. I could only moan in response; the light pressure around my neck was just what I needed to send me over the edge. As I came, flashes of light exploded behind my closed eyes. Darts of pleasure swarmed through my body like a crowd of bees, and I shivered as the delicious sensations racked through me over and over again.

When I was finished, I looked at Blake. He was panting and groaning. When he dug his fingers into my thighs I braced myself on his chest and rolled onto my side. Blake grunted and pulled me close so that we were hugging with his cock still inside of me. I spread my legs and wrapped one over his back, moving gently against him and pleasing him. We moved our bodies in sync until I could feel my pleasure start to build again. Everything felt hot and wet and torrid and I closed my eyes and pressed my face into Blake’s neck as we made love. He kept his arms wrapped around me and thrust up into me slow and steady, just enough to drive me crazy. Blake moaned loudly and dug his fingers into my ass. When I felt his cock pulsing and twitching with orgasm, it set me off, and before I knew it, we were moaning and gasping and coming together.