Thief: Devil's Own MC (8 page)

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said, wincing when I heard my voice. It came out as a high squeak.

“Good,” Blake said. He rolled closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, snuggling up tightly. His body radiated heat—he was like a furnace come to life. His breath warmed my chilly shoulders. When Blake felt how cold I was, he pulled a blanket over me. “How can you be cold?” he teased. “I’m gonna overheat or something,” he added, fanning himself comically.

I laughed, a short nervous sound. “I’m always cold,” I told him. “Especially my hands and my feet.” I put my foot up against his bare leg. “See?”

Blake jumped and cried out. “Damn, woman!” He shot me a look and I giggled, for real this time. “You’re freezing,” he observed, wrapping the blanket around me more tightly.

“I’m fine now,” I said sweetly. Blake wrapped his arm around me. For a long time, we didn’t talk, and when I looked over at him, he’d fallen asleep.

Even though I should have been exhausted from my emotional outburst and the sex, I wasn’t. I felt like getting up and cleaning, or going out for a run. I had more energy than I’d had in days. Weeks, even. Just being with Blake made me feel invigorated. And it wasn’t entirely good; a lot of the time, I wanted to slap him. But in bed, he’d been amazing. I’d known that he was going to be good, but that was the kind of sex that I hadn’t had in ages.

I shivered as I thought about how he’d taken control of my body and made me his. I blushed when I thought about the way I’d moaned, desperate for pleasure. Blake had been an incredible lover. It was almost like he could read my mind. I wondered what he’d thought of me.

Blake started to snore loudly and I gently slipped his arm off me. For a moment I thought he was going to wake, but instead he rolled onto his stomach and planted his face in my pillow. I pulled the blanket back and looked at his amazingly sculpted body. His ass and thighs were incredibly muscular, and I felt my heart start to pound as I looked at his naked shape on the bed.

Slipping into a robe, I padded into the kitchen and sat down at the table. With a lump in my throat I realized it might not be mine for much longer. I had no idea how Blake planned to help me. And what if it was too late?

I shook my head. He
had
to help me. That was it. And I knew that without his help, I’d be in more trouble than ever.

Chapter Thirteen

Blake

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I was somewhere soft, warm, and sweet-scented, with sunlight streaming in. Blinking, I heard a voice singing off-key.
Sarah
. I was at Sarah’s place.

Groaning, I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with my hands. I hadn’t slept that well in weeks. I hadn’t been fucked like that in weeks, either. Sarah had been amazing: so thirsty, so sexy, so loud. I loved how she’d eagerly taken my cock again and again, begging for more whenever I stopped. Thinking about it again was making my cock twitch between my legs, and I licked my lips hungrily thinking of Sarah.

When I walked into the hallway, I saw her standing in the kitchen. She had her back to me and she was wearing this killer silk bathrobe. It made her ass look incredible, and my cock rose to a semi-hard state. Something smelled incredible and I took a look around to see plates of bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and pancakes. My mouth watered, but whether it was from the food or from Sarah, I couldn’t tell.

Sarah whirled around in surprise. She grinned when she saw me. At first, she looked a little different, and then I realized she wasn’t wearing makeup. She didn’t need it, either; her skin was as creamy as ever, with no blemishes or marks anywhere. She looked at me nervously.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I made everything,” she said in a soft voice. My eyes travelled down her body to her curvy breasts bounding beneath her robe. I stepped closer.

“I like everything,” I murmured in a husky voice. A blush painted Sarah’s face crimson. Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She moaned softly as I kissed her and tangled her hands in my hair. Remembering how loud she’d been last night, I broke the kiss and covered her mouth with my hand.

“You have to be quiet this time,” I said teasingly. “You don’t want to wake the neighbors, do you? Especially since you won’t be moving out any time soon.”

Sarah’s big eyes pleaded with me. I could tell how hot she was just by looking at her, and I could feel my cock stiffen into a full erection. Sarah unbelted her silk robe and let it drop to the floor. I ran my hands down her body and turned her around so my cock was pressing into her amazing, generous ass. Sarah groaned and leaned over the table, holding onto the edges with both hands. She gently moved her hips and ground her pussy against my cock, moaning under my fingers. I felt a jolt of arousal spike through my body as I pulled her close and slipped my cock inside of her. Sarah cried out; even from behind my hand, I heard her.

She felt so incredibly good. Being inside of her was like making love to wet, warm velvet, and I luxuriated in the feel of her pussy before beginning to pump in and out. Sarah moaned softly and arched her back, shoving her ass against me. With my free hand, I fondled and groped the flesh, spanking her softly at first and then hard enough to leave a red handprint. Every time I spanked her, Sarah would cry out and push her hips against me. I started fucking her harder and harder, grunting with the effort of it all. I could feel an orgasm building inside of me and I groaned loudly, pulling Sarah’s hips as close to me as I possibly could. She uttered a loud moan and I felt her tongue slip between the cracks of my fingers. Even though I’d felt her tongue before in much more intimate places, the lewdness of the wet feeling on my hands was enough to set me off. I felt my cock gush inside of her like a geyser, filling her with my seed. Sarah screamed and I pulled my hand away, letting the sounds of her raw pleasure fill the apartment. She cried out again and again and I felt her pussy tense around my cock and pulse with her own savagely delicious orgasm.

Afterwards, she lay on the table for a second before standing up and collecting her robe. She looked at me with mussed hair. Suddenly, she seemed shy and young beyond her years. I couldn’t believe that she was close to my age. She seemed like a teenager after losing her virginity, or falling in love for the first time. Sarah’s vulnerability entered my heart like worm, and I pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair. She began to shake and I sensed again just how scared she really was.

“I promise I’ll help you,” I whispered into her hair. She didn’t reply; instead she pulled away and served us heaping plates of breakfast. When I looked at her, she sniffed.

“Julia gave me some food,” she said sheepishly. “There was no way I could eat all of this by myself.”

I laughed shortly. “I’m starving,” I admitted. “Thanks for doing this.”

Sarah sat with her plate food in front of her, untouched, as I gobbled through all of the sausage and most of the bacon and eggs. She traced circles on her plate with her fork before finally taking a small bite of toast.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’m not great company right now.”

I reached across the table and cuffed her affectionately on the shoulder. Sarah looked up at me with her big, worried green eyes. “It’s okay,” I said finally. “Everything will be okay.”

“You keep saying that,” Sarah said nervously. “How can you be sure?”

I shrugged. “I can’t,” I said. “But I plan on seeing that creep today and getting the pictures back.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You think I haven’t tried that?”

I looked at her evenly. “I’m a lot more convincing,” I said. “He has to listen to me. Right?”

Sarah’s eyes met mine. “Whatever you say,” she said, biting into a piece of bacon. “Whatever you say.”

Chapter Fourteen

Sarah

“I can’t believe you’re dating someone again!” Julia looked at me with her mouth hanging wide open. “And don’t lie, Sarah. I know what you’re up to.”

I blushed and looked away, twining a hank of my red hair in my sweaty hand. “It’s true,” I said flatly. “I didn’t really expect to like him as much as I do, but he’s really something.”

Julia looked at me with her eyes narrowed. “Is it serious?” Her question hung in the air and I met her eyes before looking back down at my feet.

Without answering, I walked over to my couch and flopped down with my feet in the air. Every time I looked at my kitchen table, I saw Blake taking me forcefully from behind, forcing me to come harder than I’d ever come before. It was enough to make me blush.

“I don’t know,” I said finally. “It might be. But a lot of things are going on right now,” I added, swallowing hard. “It might not be the best time to get into a relationship.”

Julia pursed her lips. “I know what you mean,” she said after an awkward pause. “Are you on birth control?”

“Julia!” I cried out, blushing. “What the hell kind of a question is that?”

“That’s how Hailey was born,” she said, blushing. “Because I didn’t think I could get pregnant, and then…well, there she was.”

I squinted at her. “I’m on the pill,” I said defensively. As I spoke, I tried to calculate how many days had passed since I’d remembered to take it on time. A little thrill of nervousness went through my body. “And I’m taking it,” I lied. “I’m not going to get pregnant. You know I couldn’t afford that right now.”

“Trust me, money was the last thing I was thinking about when I found out that I was going to have Hailey,” Julia said. “I was so excited! I was having a baby with the guy I loved! We were going to get married!”

I looked at her sternly. “Calm down. That’s not going to happen. That’s not even in the cards. I can’t even
think
of how weird that would be!”

“I bet,” Julia said. “Just wait ’til you
are
pregnant. Then it’ll be baby on the brain all the time.”

“God,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Are you joking? That sounds horrible,” I said with a grin.

Julia laughed and made a face at me. “You’re terrible,” she said, still laughing. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me because I’m your best friend who doesn’t have her shit together?” I joked. I felt my cell phone buzzing in my pocket. When I pulled it out, my heart skipped a beat.

Blake!

“Sorry,” I said to Julia. “I have to take this. Do you mind?”

She shook her head and I walked into my bedroom and closed the door. “What’s up?”

“Meet me tomorrow,” Blake said in a low voice. “At the Starbucks on the corner of Elvey and Massey.”

I nodded. “Okay. What time?”

“Can you do one in the afternoon?”

“Yeah,” I said automatically. “Sure, that’s great.” I could hear Blake’s heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Blake said after a moment. “I think I’ll have some good news for you, babe,” he added. My heart fluttered when he said
babe
. Even though it didn’t mean anything, hearing his endearments still made me smile.

“Okay,” I said, swallowing hard. “Thanks, Blake.”

“Of course,” he said in a gruff voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Grinning, I walked back into the kitchen. Julia was staring at me and smiling.

“You little slut!” she cried out. “Do you have a date tomorrow?”

I shook my head. “Not exactly,” I said. “But we are getting coffee.”

Julia gave me a funny look. “You really like this guy,” she observed. “I haven’t seen you this keyed up about anyone in a long time.”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I know. He’s in a motorcycle club, too. Doesn’t that sound dangerous?”

Julia rolled her eyes. She walked over and sat on the couch. I opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer and handed her one. We clinked and drank together.

“No more dangerous than your exes,” Julia said after swallowing a mouthful of Coors Light. “I mean, what about that guy Chase? He was crazy,” she added. “He was, like, in a gang. That’s much worse than a motorcycle club.”

“He sold heroin,” I said quietly. “And yeah, he was kind of awful.”

“And what about Jared?” Julia pressed on, and I had the sinking feeling she was trying to make me feel self-conscious. “He was probably the worst. He hit on everything with two legs! And some things with one,” she crowed, laughing. I snorted.

“He was pretty bad,” I said. Wanting to change the subject, I looked at her dead on. “How’s Hailey? Did she get into pre-school?”

Julia rolled her eyes. “Don’t even start on that right now,” she said softly. “It’s been a complete nightmare. Derek’s parents aren’t even speaking to me right now. They think it’s my fault she got waitlisted for all of the good places.”

“Wow,” I said softly. “That’s terrible. I’m sorry, Jules.”

She shook her head and drank at least half of her beer in one gulp. “It’s whatever,” she told me. “Tell me about your new guy. What’s he like?”

“Well he’s not really my boyfriend yet,” I told her, blushing. “But he’s tall, has longish blond hair, and  really gorgeous blue eyes.” Julia nodded in approval. “And tattoos everywhere,” I added. “He’s really muscular.”

“Have you ridden on his bike?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It was fun. He’s a cool guy. He’s very…protective.”

“Oh yeah?” Julia raised one of her perfect eyebrows. “You sure he’s not just a controlling dickwad?”

I laughed shortly. “No,” I said. “He’s not really like that. At least, I don’t think he is. Not yet.”

“Where does he work?”

“He’s a security guard for Tinder’s, that jewelry store,” I said, looking away. In my chest, my heart started thudding like a gong. “I mean, it’s not fantastic, but it’s stable, at least.”

“That’s the key for now,” Julia said. “You just need to make sure he isn’t looking to depend on you. You can’t take care of yourself and someone else, Sarah. Promise me that you know that.”

“Of course,” I said, almost offended that she’d have to ask. “I know. Trust me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I’m just feeling protective today. So what else is he like? Does he party? Is he wild?”

I shook my head. “He’s intense, mostly. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who wants to fuck off all the time, though. But he’s so gorgeous, Julia, oh my god. I’ve never dated anyone half as good looking as he is. Blake’s incredible.”

“And you’re sure he’s not going to land you in jail?”

“Of course not,” I said, offended. At the mention of jail, Roger flashed through my mind. I shuddered when I realized that Blake was finally about to confront him. It was finally happening. Even though Blake had been overconfident when he’d left my apartment, I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t think it was likely that he’d be able to talk Roger into doing
anything,
much less cooperating with him. And giving up the photos? Ugh.

“What’s wrong?” Julia squinted at me. “You look really upset right now.”

“I’m fine,” I told her. “It’s stupid.” The image of Roger holding my naked pictures flashed through my mind. “It’s just…” I sighed. “I had to tell him something that I didn’t really want to share,” I said, looking at the floor. Julia reached out and rubbed me on the shoulder. “And I wish I hadn’t told him, but I couldn’t help it. He would have found out anyway.”

Julia frowned. “What are you talking about? The fact that you’ve slept around a little bit?”

I blushed. “No,” I said slowly. “And shut up! It hasn’t been
that
much.” Julia eyed me and we both burst out laughing. I knew that I’d had my fair share of sloppy one-night stands. They’d been fun at the time, but I stopped because I always woke up wanting more. It was like no matter how validated I felt during the moment, it wasn’t enough to keep me feeling good after the guy left. A lot of times, they called the next day. And I never called them back. I wanted to be with someone who loved me, who appreciated me, who wasn’t just mailing it in and getting a girlfriend because he was lonely. But before I’d met Blake, I’d been starting to despair over my choices.

“Then what?” Julia asked after our peals of giggles had subsided. “Tell me!”

I playfully punched her in the arm. “Remember I told you about that modeling I did when I was younger?”

Julia’s face paled. “Oh my god,” she said slowly. “The naked pictures. He knows about them!”

I shook my head. “He doesn’t now, but he will,” I said grimly. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Julia rolled her eyes and ruffled my red hair. “It’ll be fine, Sar,” she said. “We’re adults. No one cares about shit like that anymore,” she added. “I mean, you kind of have to let this one go.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Want to get a pizza or something?”

Julia nodded. “I’m famished. I was hoping you’d ask.”

The rest of the  night was pretty uneventful. We ordered dinner and it was the first time in days that I’d eaten enough to really feel full. Before Blake had left, he’d given me some cash. It wasn’t much, but he promised he’d be able to get money from Roger whenever they met up. My mouth went dry whenever I realized how quickly that was happening. It was scary to think of Roger showing up and berating me.

But Blake would take care of me. He’d promised, right?

Chapter Fifteen

The next morning, I was a bundle of nerves. I hadn’t slept well after Julia left; I kept having nightmares that Roger was chasing me. I’d heard that in dreams, the person chasing you is never supposed to catch up. But in my dream, Roger grabbed me from behind and tackled me to the ground, hard. It hurt and I cried out, and he kept me pinning on the hard ground while he taunted me about the pictures.

“Blake is going to love these,” dream Roger said, shoving my face down onto the ground. The more I resisted, the harder he pushed, and soon I stopped struggling. When he tugged down my pants, I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.

But then I woke up in a sweaty tangle of sheets. My breath was coming hard and my heart was slamming against my ribcage. I reached for Blake and then felt a panic rise in my throat when I realized he wasn’t there. Outside of my apartment, someone was yelling in the hallway. Even though it made me feel like a little kid, I pulled the sheet over my head and closed my eyes to the world.

I didn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night. When it was time to get up, I looked in the mirror and saw perfect dark circles underneath my eyes.
Ugh,
I thought.
Blake’s really going to think you look great now, huh
?

The hours ticked slowly by and I was dying to go to Starbucks. By ten in the morning, it was torture. I made myself clean my entire apartment from top to bottom in case he came over later. The anticipation of what he would do to my body was driving me wild, and as I mopped the swept the floor furiously, I felt myself getting a little turned on. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Blake’s hands running down my body, turning me on, playing me like a fine instrument that only he could handle. I had to suppress a moan at the memory of his lips between my legs, licking and sucking at my clit until I thought I would explode with pleasure.