Page 24 of Blaze

I woke up ten minutes ago, with my cock buried deep inside her, her back to my front, my arms tightly wrapped around her. My hand was cupping her full tit that I sucked on last night, my face in her hair, and fuck, it took everything for me to move, to get dressed.

It’s the best night's sleep I’ve ever fucking had.

I look down at the shirt and squeeze it even tighter, knowing what it would mean if I left it.

Brothers don’t leave any piece of clothing with a woman unless they are claiming her. It’s something El fucking begged me to do after I confirmed I ordered the cut, yet something always held me back, she held me back.

I’m only in my jeans and cut, my chest is bare, and yet the thought of putting my shirt on makes me tense.

A small whine echoes before Snow lays her head on my arm and I give the girl a small smile.

As soon as she heard me, she came into the room, so before I got dressed, I let her out so she didn’t wake my girl. She hasn’t left my side since I’ve sat here, watching Blair sleep soundly, the sheet just covering her, my mark on her neck, clear as day.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve bit and sucked El’s neck, but I’ve never left a mark like others have. Just like I’ve never gone down on her knowing she fucks others, fuck, I haven’t gone down on anyone. Blair was the first, and I couldn’t have been that bad at it because she fucking squirted. Fuck me, she tasted divine, like I couldn’t get enough of her.

I sigh as I drop my head, the shirt still tight in my hands.

I went bare with her, I didn’t think, I thrusted inside her, taking something so precious that I felt like I could melt into her, knowing she was all mine.

Looking up at the time, I swallow hard knowing she’ll be awake soon and that I have to leave for the run in three hours. I need to get ready and I make a decision, one I fucking hope I won’t regret, and I slowly stand.

I stroke Snow’s head, and I mutter, “Stay, girl,” and she legit fucking pouts as she drops her head before huffing and lying down.

I walk over to my, fuck, to my girl, shaking my head at her dog and ever so fucking gently, I pull my shirt over her head before pulling the sheets down.

She doesn’t stir, and I smile slightly before taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently before putting her arms into the holes of the shirt, then pulling it down and again, she doesn’t stir.

Swallowing hard, I cover her back up before leaning down and pressing my lips against her forehead, inhaling.

What the fuck am I going to do? I’m not good enough for her.

Swallowing the lump forming, I slowly stand then back away with my heart in my throat, fear hitting me fucking hard before I leave, shutting the door behind me, knowing if I don’t go now, then I won’t go at all.

My phone vibrates for the hundredth time, I know it’s El, but I ignore it as I quietly close Blair’s front door before staring at the mat, and on instinct, I lift it and spot the spare key.

Fucking woman…

“Shortcake…not safe, but good for me, I guess,” I mutter as I grab the key and attach it to my bike key before I head to my bike, and instead of starting her up, I kick up the kickstand and gently push it down the road, trying not to look back when everything inside me is screaming for me to turn around.

Fuck I’m screwed.

***

I tap my pen on my desk an hour and a half later as I look over the road maps, ready to meet up with the Dark Angels MC. We are headed to pick up ammo and guns that we’ll sell on for the Cartel, but my mind keeps going back to Blair.

She’s mine, I can feel it, fuck I left her my shirt after taking her virginity. I don’t know how to be hers without hurting her, yet I don’t know how to walk away either.

Fuck.

“Blaze, you got a minute?” I hear and I shake my head and mutter, “Knew I should have done this at home…” just as Killer takes a seat opposite me and I lock my jaw as I look at him.

I don’t have his brown hair or brown eyes, but I have his features. It’s something I hated that I recognized that day at the football field.

“I know you hate me,” he begins, “Crusher only tolerates me for Kayden, but I just, I’ve fucked up a lot over the years. I know I have no right to speak to you about this, believe me I fucking understand but please tell me you did not claim that patch chaser that keeps demanding to be let in because she’s your old lady?”

Okay, I didn’t see that one coming…

“You’re right, it is none of your business, so get lost,” I mutter, not willing to talk to him about this.