Page 37 of Vapor's Blaze
I pull her to her knees so her back is against my chest. After caressing her breasts and nipples, I slide one hand down over her smooth stomach and between her legs.
Slipping one finger between her folds, I easily find her sweet spot and she moans.
“Do you really think I’m worth fighting for, Vapor?”
“Yes. I want to spend anywhere between the night and a lifetime with you.”
“If you were thinking clearly, you’d know your real problem is not how much time we get to spend together. It’s what will happen if my family finds out we’re together. I’m literally sleeping with the enemy.”
My hand pauses. “My whole club has agreed to fight a club war over you, Trix. I’ve never met a woman who pulled so many feelings out of me before.”
She turns around and faces me, letting me have my fill of her body. “I can tell you’re still worried about my situation. Let’s put all that out of mind and just enjoy the moment, alright?” With that she lets her legs fall apart so I can see how wet her pussy is.
I nod and come down on top of her. When we kiss our arousal spikes and suddenly, we’re rolling around on the bed, entwined around each other. Feeling the soft glide her skin against mine does it for me every single time. I reach up and hit the volume on the speakers, if there’s one way to blot out everything but the present moment, it’s music.
Trix smiles up at me. “Way to make this a special occasion, Vapor.”
Fucking to the music that first drew us together seems downright romantic in this moment. We just get lost in each other in a way I never have with another woman. We move around the bed, making love in every conceivable position. We flowed from one position to another with the ease of practiced lovers, nothing seemingly out of bounds. The trust we show each other is amazing.
When I come down on top of her one last time, she wraps her legs around me, high on my waist giving me complete access to move how I like. Pulling almost all the way out, I fill her with one long smooth stroke after another, ensuring each thrust slides across her g-spot. The way she writhes beneath me and moans my name is seared into my mind for all times. We finally come locked in a tight embrace, our bodies trembling and sweating, it’s more intense than anything I’ve ever known.
After a long while, I pull out and curl up close. She so quiet that I can’t help but ask, “What are you thinking of right now, darlin’?”
“I wish it were you that my grandfather arranged for me to marry. I don’t know why my life has to be so fucked up.”
“It can be if we want it to be. I’m willing to go to the mat for you.”
Burying her face in my chest, I feel her shaking and it only takes a moment for me to realize she’s crying. I don’t know what I can do to soothe her, and I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I stroke her hair.
“I’m glad I met you, Trix. Getting to know you even for a short while is better than not at all. I can’t imagine being like this with anyone else.”
“Me either, Vapor.”
Chapter 14
Trix
Well, I’m tired of playing it safe. After spending the night at Vapor’s tattoo shop, he took me to a motel saying it would be safer. The Hounds knew that the tattoo parlor was owned by members of the Savage Legion, and he couldn’t risk them finding me there. Vapor had gotten my car back for me and checked it for any tracking devices, but I still didn’t know where to go. We’d talked and talked about how I could get away from my grandfather—or even make him realize I needed to be free. But after four days and nights of waiting, and Vapor telling me that he was gonna try and get the Legion to do something, I was sick of waiting.
It wasn’t just about me, this is my chance to do something for another person that really matters. Saving Jamus is the one thing I can do in this situation where all my personal power over my life is being usurped. No matter what kind of illegal stuff my grandfather’s club is into, I wasn’t going to let Jamus suffer for it, when all the old man did was fix cars. I would get him out of here or die trying. A determination I’d never known before settles over me as I pull up to the chain link fence with a huge sign that reads, ‘Savage Legion MC’.
It had been four days since the Legion took Jamus during the attack. I need to get him the hell outta there. He has meds he needs to take to stay alive, I made sure that Vapor knew, and he insisted that he’d get them to him, but still. A biker’s clubhouse jail is no place for an older man with health problems.
I’m let in through the front gate with nothing more than a few wolfish looks from the good-looking prospects manning the entrance. Once through the front door, I approach the bar. I was expecting it to be a dive like the Hounds clubhouse, but the Savage Legion runs a tight ship. It looks more like a smart sports bar, or at least some place where it’s safe for families to hang out. The young woman serving drinks looks to be around my age. She’s perky and greets me immediately.
“You must be new around these parts. Love the hippy vibe you have going. I can tell you’re gonna be really popular around here.”
I sigh and step closer, “I’m here to talk to your club president.”
“Sorry, he has a wife and never messes around with club girls. We’ve got a lot of single brothers, but you’ll have to do your own introductions.”
“I’m actually here to negotiate the release of one of the Hounds. I’d like to speak with your club president.”
The woman looks uncomfortable. “Umm… we don’t disturb him when he’s in church.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I give her a stern look. “If he’s busy with church, I’ll wait.”
A smooth female voice interrupts, “I got this.”