Page 12 of Bought By Torch

“Anytime, doll. Come back again and I’ll make you my famous burgers to go with the shakes.”

“I will.”

“Bring her by the house, son.” My dad squeezes my shoulder. “Your mom’s going to want to meet her.”

Didn’t he hear the part where she told him we’re not together? Though if I have my way, we will be before the weekend’s up.

“She leaves in a couple days, Dad. So, we’ll see. If I can convince her to stay longer, I’ll be sure to bring her over.”

For some reason, her cheeks turn rosy pink, looking bashful all of a sudden.

Goddamn… She’s gorgeous.

“If you keep showing me a good time, I’ll never want to leave.” Her soft smile hits me dead center in the left side of my chest. Never knew a girl could hold such power, but she’s proving me wrong at every turn.

I wrap my arms around her waist, palms laying claim to her perfect ass as I nuzzle into her ear. “That’s what I’m hoping for, baby.”

A shiver rocks her right into my chest and her body trembles softly against me. That’s my dick’s final straw. It’s had all that it can take for one night. If I don’t slake the madness soon, I won’t be able to walk right.

“Time for us to go.” I turn and give the men a final salute then take my pretty girl’s hand and lead her out to my truck. Next time, I’ll be putting her on the back of my bike. That seat’s been reserved for my old lady, and I think I may have found her.

“That was fun.” She hops up into the truck. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It wasn’t Cirque du Soleil, but those men are good for some laughs.”

“It was better than any show, Torch. I couldn’t have asked for a better evening. And you were right. That was the best milkshake I’ve ever had.”

I swear this girl makes my chest cavity expand every time she opens her mouth. My entire assumption about her was dead wrong. She’s not a snoot or a brat, she’s perfect.

“So, what do you want to do during the day tomorrow?” I ask hopping up into the driver’s seat. “Shopping? Touring around and seeing some sights?”

“I hate shopping.” She claims my heart again. “I was kind of hoping to sit by the pool and relax. Maybe read my book.”

Sounds like a perfect way to spend my day. Lounging next to her. Seeing all those cute curves on display. Doing my best to keep her from reading that book.

Just the thought of her skin all slick with water after a swim. Her wet hair slicked back. Her nipples beaded up from the chill of the pool… I’ll be using that image as I fist myself in a tight grip. Imagining my tongue sucking right over her nipple, latching on through her suit. Sliding my tongue along her curve and licking up every drop of the water. Then I’ll tease myself under the cup of her bikini, tickling the end of her tightened spot, sucking until she’s begging me to bury my face between her legs and suck on her other spot.

I’d do it right in front of everyone too. I wouldn’t give a shit who watched. Let them see me latched onto her swollen clit, making my baby come. Let them be envious as I sink my tongue into her tight heat, pumping in and out as her juices run down my chin. Her hands gripped on the edge of her chair, holding on tight as her back arches—the orgasm tearing through her body. I’d want them all to hear her scream my name, staking her claim on me.

I nearly swerve into the oncoming lane of traffic, consumed by the madness again. My hands clench the steering column tighter, as I struggle to get a grip on myself. I need to get her home safely. I have precious cargo in the car. My future wife.

8

Evie

Itiptoe my way to the door trying not to wake Caleb. The last thing I want to do is deal with him this morning. He came in trying to wake me for sex last night, and I had to pretend like I was deep asleep to avoid him touching me. Truth is, I couldn’t sleep. I kept replaying the evening, feeling a flutter of excitement every time I thought of Torch. It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to ruin it by having Caleb’s hands on me.

I need to end things with him. No more waiting until later. No more stalling the inevitable to spite my dad. I’m done pretending I have feelings for him. If he wants to stay in Vegas, I’ll be happy to get myself another room, but I don’t want to share a bed with him anymore. It felt like Torch was about to kiss me last night, but then he pulled away, telling me he should leave before he crossed a line. I don’t want Caleb standing in his way anymore. I want to be kissed by Torch so badly.

I take the elevator down, using the special key that Torch gave me last night. It allows me access to the member-only parts of the hotel. In case I needed to come up and see him, I could get to his floor. Right now, I’m heading to the private pool. Although, I can’t remember what floor it’s on.

When the doors open, I realize I was mistaken. This looks like the place where the Steel Sinners gather. The place is filled with men in leather jackets. There’s a pool table, a bar, a theater-sized screen, and leather chairs. As if they all sense me at once, all heads turn, their eyes landing right on me. Thankfully, the elevator doors start to close, and I’m no longer locked under their curious stares. I quickly press a different floor. Seven. I think Torch said the pool was on the seventh floor.

The doors open again and I’m praying I have it right this time. When I see a sign on the wall with an arrow pointing toward the pool, I step off the elevator, taking a breath as I turn the corner. But the air seizes in my lungs and my feet halt in place.

Torch is up against the wall with another woman, and she’s rubbing her nearly naked frame against his chest. Drawing his attention straight to her huge boobs.

“Torch, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. When are you going to come to my room and fuck me? I’m only here for three days this trip, then I have to go back.”