Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(11)

She’s right. They wouldn’t. They won’t stop until we’re six feet under. “Okay. Then you need to start our escape plan, tonight. Take Gabby and go. I’ll meet you in the morning.”

“What? No! You need to come home now. We can’t chance that whoever is there might place our resemblance and start asking questions.”

“That’s not going to happen, Bethie. You worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough. Please, Katie, do this for me. Come home and let’s head out together.”

“I’ll try my best, but—”

“‘But’ nothing! Just—”

Before she finishes talking, there’s a hard knock on the door. “Sweetness? You in there? I’m getting lonely out here without you.”

“My God!” Bethie hisses over the phone. “Is that Torch??”

Hmmm. I guess I did forget to mention which one was here, probably because she knows that fine man starred in several of my hot dreams after I saw him that one night.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call to him through the door. “Anyone ever tell you that you shouldn’t crowd a woman, Romeo?”

“I’m too busy f*cking them senseless to listen to advice,” he counters.

“Bethie, I’ve got to go,” I whisper. “Just follow the escape plan we set up when we moved here. If something happens and I don’t show, move on to our next destination. I’ll meet you there. I promise.”

“No, I don’t like this. I can call the cops or something, make a fake report and distract them, then we—”

“I got this, just get my niece safe.”

“You and I are going to have words when you make it to our spot,” she warns me.

“I’ll look forward to it. Stay safe, Bethie. Love you bigger than outer space.”

“Love you, too,” she whispers.

I hang up, trying to swallow down my nerves. I open the door. Sure enough, there’s the object of my lust, leaning against the wall with a wicked smile. He holds out a hand to me.

“Dance with me, sweetness. I want to feel you in my arms.”

I let him take my hand, and I know I’m going to ignore my sister’s plea tonight. I just hope I don’t live to regret it.





I pull the hot little number to me. She stumbles slightly. I guess that means I have her off balance. I like that. I plan to do my best to keep her that way. I lead her on the dance floor, finding a dark corner away from the others. She comes into my arms, filling my hands completely.

We sway back and forth. At first she feels stiff, but it only takes a few minutes before she relaxes and wraps her arms over my shoulders, linking her hands behind my neck. She stares up at me with those eyes. They’re gorgeous, but something isn’t sitting right with them. I push the thought away, though, because my dick is loving how it feels to rub against her stomach. Fucker is standing at attention and literally crying in need.

“I thought you were going to back out on me.”

“What is there to back out on? It’s just a dance,” she answers, and when her voice is dropped down this low, there’s a rawness to it that appeals to me even more.

“Sweetness, we both know this game, and it’s going to end in a bed, not on a dance floor.”

“You’re awful sure of yourself. Maybe I just want to dance,” she responds.

“I’m giving you that. When the time is right, I’ll show you the kind of dancing I really excel at.”

She watches me without talking, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as if we’ve danced together our whole lives. Then, she finally speaks up.

“I’ll think about it, Romeo.”

In response, I let my hand trail down to the edge of her skirt. I gather the tight, stretchy material in my hand. She stumbles, looking wildly around us. It’s unexpected, but I like it. She may know all about the game, but she obviously hasn’t played it with a man like me. I almost regret that I can’t keep her for a couple of nights. She’d be some damn good fun, and maybe she’d wake my dick up to what he’s been missing.

It is what it is, though, and it’s for the best. Something in her eyes tells me she might be the type to get attached.

“Hunter,” she gasps.

I like my name on her lips. I like it almost as much as I’m going to like using my cock to rub my pre-cum on them. Will she taste me quickly, or use that sweet little tongue I keep getting a glimpse of every now and then to lick it up? I’m going to f*cking find out tonight. That much, I can promise myself.

She’s made no move to stop my hand. In fact, her hips thrust so her body rubs harder against my cock. I call that a green light, so I let my entire hand disappear under her skirt. Her hands slide down to my shoulders. I hum in approval as her fingernails bite into my flesh. I can feel the sharp sting even through my clothes. This girl is going to be a f*cking wildcat in bed. I push my hand between her legs. I work my three fingers between the thin fabric and her heated center.

“Spread your legs slightly, sweetness.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to finger your hot little *.”

“Right here?” she asks, but she doesn’t sound scandalized at all. There might be a hint of fear in her words, but it’s the excitement in her voice calling to me.