Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(74)

“The bellboy we met in the hall was hot. It’s all for him.”

“Well, since he’s not here, I’ll just take it,” I tell her, and for some reason, I’m smiling. Maybe it’s because I thrust my fingers into her at that exact moment and my lips swallow the gasp that leaves her lips.





Hunter’s fingers thrust into me at the same moment he takes my mouth. His tongue wraps around mine and I try not to kiss him. I truly do. But, he’s right. I do want him. I’ve wanted him from the first moment I saw him at the bar. I may always want him. I think my fate has been sealed.

He says he never means to turn me and Beth over to Colin, and I even believe that. Maybe I’m a fool. Maybe I’m completely and utterly fooling myself, but I believe him. So, maybe that’s why I kiss him back. Maybe I just need his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. Who knows?

All I know is that with one touch, he sets me off. I pull on my hands, wanting them loose so I can touch him. He doesn’t let me, though. If anything, his hold tightens. He breaks away from my mouth, and I’m panting when he looks at me.

“Give me the words, Katie.”

“I hate you,” I tell him, even though I don’t, even though I’m pretty fucking sure I’m utterly and completely in love with him.

His fingers still inside of me, I tighten my muscles on them, nudging him with my hips to try and get more. I squirm, twisting and trying to get him to move. Nothing works.

“The words, sweetness, or this is all you get.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know.”

His easy acceptance trips me up. I wasn’t expecting it.

“You hurt me.”

“I know that too, Katie, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Something else I wasn’t expecting from him. It annoys me that he’s being this way. I don’t want it. It would be easy to walk away from him if he remained an ass and all of this just boiled down to sex. With that, I might be able to forget what we shared the night before I left. The night before his words… destroyed me.

“Are we going to have a heart-to-heart with your fingers inside me?”

“If that’s what it takes,” he mutters.

“I’d rather you fuck me.”

“That’s going to happen too, eventually.”

“You let Skull hear things I told you. Just you. You betrayed me.”

“I was just trying to reach Skull, sweetness. I thought, if he could hear the reasons behind Beth’s choices, then… Fuck! I don’t know what I was thinking. I was trying to help. I needed for Skull and Beth to be okay, because—”

“Because?” I prompt, knowing that what he says matters. What happens between us hinges on what happens here in this elevator.

“I’m not giving you up, Katie. I’m not letting you go. If I have to keep you chained to me for the next twenty years, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

“What does that have to do with Skull and Beth? We aren’t them!”

“Exactly! You would give the world hell and face anything head-on with me. Beth didn’t do that. That’s on her. Her choices destroyed Skull, and the shit he’s pulling, that’s on him! They’re tearing each other apart and I wanted to try and fix it because I knew!”

“Knew what?” I ask, softer this time.

I’m confused and wondering how in the hell we are having this conversation with his fingers still inside of me and my pants down around my knees.

“I knew you would choose her,” he finally answers. “I wanted to try and fix it so I could still be part of your plan. I knew you’d be just like Beth. You’d choose her over me. Hell, I gave you my all that night in the hotel and you still wouldn’t tell me you loved me. You still wouldn’t hold onto me. You ran. Maybe I’m wrong,” he says, taking his hands away.

My body instantly misses his fingers, but I try to concentrate on his words. I need to hear them.

“Maybe we are just like them,” he goes on, “because you ran, just like her…”

He drops his hands, letting go of my free one. He unlatches the handcuffs, then stuffs them in his back pocket. I stare at him a minute, rubbing my wrist. Then I look at him, really look at him. My cocky biker with the horrible t-shirts and the easy smile. The eyes with wicked promises glowing in their depths. All of that is gone and, in its place, is just a man. A man who, even though his brother has what he wanted, is still trying to be with me. A man who claims he loves me, even when his side has won. A man who claims to love me when he’s seen me at my weakest.

A man who… I love.