Wild Blaze (7 page)

Brody had his jeans down to his
knees, a thick cock in his hand as he sheathed himself with a condom. The
fucking condom looked stretched to the max, ready to tear as he forced it down
on himself.

He then approached Heather and gave
no warning. One hand gripped her ass again and the other led himself to her
warm center. He thrust hard and fast, sinking himself deep into Heather. As she
cried out, she was suddenly thankful for what Brody had done beforehand. Making
her come and making sure she was so wet, it took away what would have been a
world of hurt to fill her up.

He pulled back and thrust forward,
working himself into her. After only a few deep thrusts, Brody leaned forward.
His hands explored Heather
’
s
body, seeking out her dangling breasts. When he cupped them, he let out a groan
and pulled.

“
Stand
up, sweetheart,
”
Brody
said.

Heather gasped and did as told. As
she started to stand, she felt more full than ever. She thought for a second
Brody would fall from her, but there was no chance of that. He was too fucking
deep for that.

Once standing, Brody slid one hand
to her stomach. The other moved up toward her neck again.

“
I
’
ll never fucking do that to you,
”
he growled in her ear.
“
Do you understand that?
”

He started to gently thrust at her.
Heather heard his words, but the pleasure was trying overtake all functions of
her body.

“
Yes,
”
Heather managed to whisper.

“
You
’
re too fucking beautiful for
that shit. You
’
re stronger
than that
…”

Brody thrust harder. Heather
’
s right hand lost its grip on
the doorjamb. She reached back and found Brody
’
s
ass. She felt his muscles flexing with each hard thrust.

“
Tell
me you
’
re stronger than
that,
”
Brody said.
“
That you don
’
t fall for that bullshit. No
more, sweetheart. No more after today. It
’
s
over
…”

The pleasure was then matched with
an intense emotion. It was like strength mixing with old fear and pain. It was
something Heather never felt before. She forced herself to look up at Brody.
His eyes were menacing, the cut of his jaw like steel. There was a small scar
under his chin. Everything about the way he acted and looked was evil, someone
that maybe shouldn
’
t be
trusted.

But Heather trusted him. She
trusted his words and actions.

She stared at him, feeling his amazing
cock pressing deep into her body. Feeling her breasts bouncing with each
thrust. Feeling the hardness of his body thumping against her. And looking at
the intensity of his eyes.

It was all so much to grasp.

Heather felt her eyes fill with
tears. She couldn
’
t hold
back. The tears filled and rushed from her eyes down her cheeks.

“
That
’
s right,
”
Brody said.
“
Let
it out. It
’
s okay now,
sweetheart.
”

He kissed Heather like she had
never been kissed before. It was so real, so honest, so perfect. They kissed for
what felt like hours but was only a few seconds. Brody then put his hands to
her sides and pushed Heather forward and down. He wanted her to bend over again
and she listened.

As Brody fucked her hard and fast,
Heather felt herself coming again. The intense orgasm pulling tight to Brody
’
s cock. He grunted as he forced
himself through it. Heather
’
s
body bounced and danced. She felt a few tears drip from her face to the carpet.
She stared at them and then smiled.

It was okay to let go. It was okay
to feel good.

She thrust back at Brody, matching
his powerful movements. And with that, in a matter of a few seconds, his
fingers dug hard into her ass again. He then came forward with a vicious thrust
and held tight as he reached his own climax.

Heather felt his cock throbbing as
he held tight inside her. He rocked Heather
’
s
ass up and back gently, letting her warm and aching insides milk everything out
of him.

Brody then pulled back and out. His
hands helped Heather stand and he smacked her on the ass. The slap echoed and
Heather cried out.

“
Get
in the shower,
”
Brody said
with a laugh.
“
I
’
ll be right in.
”

Heather looked back at him and
nodded.

Holyfuckinghell
…

Heather remembered watching some
dumb girly movie when she was a teenager where the two people met, fucked, and
then fell in love. They had an intense relationship, but it was meant to be
forever. That had always been Heather
’
s
wildest fantasy. To have someone fuck her into falling in love with them
…
and maybe
…
maybe that just happened.

ten.

Brody stood with his pants down at
his ankles and had his hands balled into fists again. He looked to the bathroom
and saw nothing but steam. Heather had gotten into the shower, the water
rushing all over her beautiful naked body like wild rain.

“
Fuck,
”
Brody growled.

He looked down at himself. He shook
his head. He knew the troubles of getting attached or getting in too deep with
things. But fuck, he was a man. Coming into the room, his plan was to rip
through Heather
’
s personal
shit and hope to find something that would distance herself from the asshole
dealing drugs in Frelen. The last thing he expected was for Heather to come
walking out of the bathroom holding a towel to her body. Just a fucking towel.
And only covering the front of her fucking body.

Brody took a breath and kicked off
his boots. He stepped from his jeans and went to the bathroom. He took care of
the evidence from he and Heather fucking, then set his eyes to the shower. Most
of his relationships were based on hours rather than years. So right now,
whatever was happening with Heather didn
’
t
mean shit just as long as they wanted to be near each other. Because in a
matter of hours, or at the most, days, Heather would be on her way. Back to the
hospital to be a cute looking nurse rushing around. Hopefully that asshole Lyle
would be dead and Heather would have nothing to worry about.

As Brody tore open the shower door,
he said,
“
You have company.
Make room for me.
”

Heather smiled -
why the fuck
does she have to have dimples that somehow make her eyes bluer?
- and
nodded.
“
Plenty of room in
here.
”

Brody laughed.
“
Not sure about that, sweetheart.
You were pretty fucking full a few minutes ago.
”

Heather
’
s jaw dropped and face turned red.

Brody stepped into the shower and
grabbed for Heather.

Time is not my fucking friend.

He turned her around. Her hair was
long, wet, the tips slightly curled, resting right at the top of her breasts.
He stared her up and down, her beautiful wet body. Her tits were nice, small
for his hands, but plenty to play with. Her nipples were tiny and perky,
sticking out at him like small fingers pointing.

Slowly, Brody ran his hands down
Heather
’
s chest. He cupped
both breasts and she pressed her chest hard at him. As he looked into her eyes,
he realized he mixed protection with sex. Or that sex meant protection.

Brody kept his hands moving, down
her stomach and around to her ass. His mind and heart were in a raging war now.
He sometimes hated the fucking bullshit that came with the club and the life.

Brody let Heather go and took a
step back.

“
What
’
s wrong?
”
she asked.

“
I
was going through your shit and you didn
’
t
care.
”

“
I
have nothing to hide. I
’
m
used to it.
”

“
Fuck,
”
Brody growled.
“
Not with me, sweetheart. I don
’
t want that. But I have to have
it that way right now.
”

“
Brody
…”

“
There
was a bust in town yesterday. Got the club in some hot water.
”

“
Why?
”

“
Whatever
you know of us as bikers in leather with mean faces, throw that out the fucking
window. We keep this town running. We keep things even. Quiet. We make sure
people feel safe, but they know we
’
re
watching. It
’
s a balancing
act most of the time. And one thing we don
’
t
stand for is drugs in this town. Anyone who deals
…
thinks about it
…
they meet
a quick and early grave.
”

Brody hated muttering those words
because he feared the reaction from the beautiful, naked woman standing in
front him. When Heather took a step back into the water that rushed down her
face, forcing her to blink fast, he knew that she wasn
’
t exactly innocent in all this.

“
Goddammit,
”
Brody said.
“
I need to know everything now,
sweetheart. You can
’
t hold
back and hide.
”

“
What
are you going to do to me?
”
Heather asked.
“
Just let me
go then. I won
’
t say a
thing to anyone.
”

“
You
want to go back to Lyle? Get your face smashed in some more.
”

“
Fuck
you
…”

Brody reached out and touched
Heather
’
s face. She winced
in pain as his thumb ran over the bump of a purplish bruise.
“
Water washes it all away,
sweetheart. I see the truth.
”

“
Shit.
”

Heather reached up and tried to
move Brody
’
s hand. He
refused it and pressed his finger harder to the bruise.

“
Stop,
”
Heather yelled.

“
You
’
re not leaving,
”
Brody said.

“
Like
fuck I am.
”

Heather turned and grabbed for the
door. Brody put his hands to her body and lifted her off the ground. He pulled
her close as she kicked and let out a cry. Of all the crazy shit he
’
d done in his life, he
’
d never done this naked in a
shower before.

“
Stop,
”
Brody growled.
“
I
’
m
not going to hurt you. I
’
m
not going to let the club hurt you. But you can
’
t
leave here. You can
’
t
without protection. And to get that, I need the fucking truth.
”

Heather went limp.

Brody
’
s
one hand was under her left breast. His other hand was at her stomach, his
pointer finger touching the ridge of her belly button. It was making him hard
again. Just a natural reaction of Heather being so goddamn beautiful.

Slowly, he put Heather down. His
hands moved up to her shoulders. Her back to him.

“
I
need to know everything,
”
Brody whispered.

“
Lyle
is powerful
…”

“
No,
he
’
s not. He makes everyone
think he is. But he
’
s not.
He hides. He scares people. Once he
’
s
taken out, there
’
s nothing
to fear.
”

“
You
’
re going to kill him?
”
Heather asked.

“
Sweetheart,
think of yourself right now. Nobody else. Not him. Not me. Just yourself. What
did you do in all this?
”

“
What
do you know?
”
Heather
asked.

“
There
was a coffee cup found in the car
…
full of drugs. Wondering if that same kind of coffee cup was given to me this
morning at the hospital
…
by
a nurse who looked so fucking innocent
…”

“
Shit,
”
Heather whispered. She hung her
head and started to cry.

“
No,
”
Brody said.
“
The time to cry, sweetheart, is
long over now. Now it
’
s the
time to be strong and face this shit. With my protection. My help.
”

Brody turned Heather around and
cupped her face, gently, with both hands. He stared into her blue eyes, the
look cutting through years of steel armor around his heart. Even if he felt
himself slipping, there was business at hand. The club needed to solve this
drug problem and then address the bombing that almost took Erik
’
s goddamn life.

“
Listen
to me carefully,
”
Brody
said. He kept his hands to Heather
’
s
face, trying to remain gentle to the bruise on her face.
“
This club is in a war right now.
It
’
s not your problem. But
this drug thing is. And this drug thing is going to make things a lot worse. It
’
s got to end. You know
something, you tell me right now.
”

“
Can
we get out of the shower first?
”
Heather asked.

“
Yeah,
sure,
”
Brody said.

Brody stepped back and crossed his
arms. He leaned against the wall and watched as Heather washed her long hair, the
curves of her hips and ass. When she turned around and reached up, her breasts
pulled, gently bouncing every time she moved.

You can
’
t fall, man. She may not
be what you think
…

Yeah?

Well
…
what if she is?