Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(103)

Chapter 13

Sabre

I never had the feeling that I was coming home before. Annie makes everything different.



It feels as if I’ve been gone for a month, rather than just three days. I have a lot on my plate in the upcoming days with the club. I’m not the club enforcer or the Vice President, but as record keeper of the club and one of the main officers, I have a lot on my plate as we figure out where to go after our meeting with the Donahue brothers. Still, I’ve already told Skull and Pistol that I’m doing jack shit until I get the night with my woman.

With that in mind, as the other men turned into the club, I kept going and drove like a bat out of hell to get home. The minute I pull into the driveway and see Annie’s old beat up vehicle I feel a sense of peace. I’m barely off my bike when Annie comes running out. She jumps straight into my arms and I have to plant my feet to keep from being bowled over by her. She’s laughing and her eyes are alive with happiness. Her arms go around me and mine lock around her and that feeling of peace only intensifies.

“I missed you, Sabre. I’m so glad you’re home.”

Home. Yeah, I am definitely home.

“I missed you too, sweet Annie, and I’m getting ready to show you just how much,” I growl picking her up in my arms and marching up the steps into the house. She is nibbling on my neck and telling me how much she’s glad I’m home, and I wish I could hear her better. The truth is there’s blood roaring in my ears, my cock is rock hard, and I have to have her. I feel like a damn monk who is about to break a seven-year vow of celibacy. I open the door, Annie still in my arms and freeze. Latch is sitting at the bar, eating. My eyes narrow in on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I bark, my dick somehow growing harder.

“Having dinner. You just missed Lucy. She had dance practice.”

I set Annie down with a sigh. No way. I am not going to get cock-blocked again and Annie is not ready for playtime.

“Annie. Bedroom, now. Take your clothes off and get on the bed and wait for me.”

“Sabre.”

“Now, Annie.”

“Remind me again why I like the things you do to me,” she grumbles leaving the room.

“I’m about to remind you. Latch, get the fuck out of here,” I growl, my patience gone.

“Bye, Latch. Don’t forget, you and Lucy are having dinner here Thursday night,” Annie calls out.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Peaches,” Latch says with a wicked grin.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home,” I say watching him closely. He’s got that look in his eye that I haven’t seen in a long time. My Annie has caught him, I knew she would. Hell, I just had to see her from a distance.

“She’s special,” he answers.

“She is.”

“She doesn’t let you keep your distance,” he answers and I nod my head in agreement. “Do I report to the club or here tomorrow?”

“Here, I’m going to be busy at the club for the next few days.”

“You got it. Be good to her, brother,” he says, slamming the door shut. I sigh. There are things to discuss with Latch, but I need Annie, it will have to happen later.

I go straight to the bedroom and what I find there takes my breath away. Annie is on the bed, gloriously naked, except for the sheet she has pulled over her. I should have told her I didn’t want her covered up. I know she’s shy. I know she’s never done this before. A better man would understand that and move forward carefully. That is not who I am though, and Annie knows that. It’d be wrong for me to be any way other than the way I always plan to be with her.

“Come over here and undress me, Annie.”

Her cheeks darken in color, but she slides out of bed and comes to me. She’s beautiful as always, but knowing what we’re about to do and what she is about to give me makes her even more so. She comes to a stop in front of me.

I can’t stop my hand from coming up and caressing her collarbone and following the delicate path to her neck. “So beautiful.”

Her hand gently covers mine and her sweet voice feels as if it takes ten years of darkness away from me.

“That’s how I feel every time I look at you, Sabre.”

So sweet, she could make my teeth ache. Her innocence intrigues me, but I can’t wait to show her how good being bad can be. I take off my cut and toss it to the chair across from us, and then pull my shirt off. Her hands move over my stomach, her fingers moving slowly as if she’s memorizing every line. Bit by bit she moves up my chest, her hands breaking apart and each thumb searching out my hard, small nipples and petting them. The touch is erotic and innocent at the same time.