Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(93)

“Do you want me to make you come again, later?” I wait for her answer, continuing to play with her ass. When she nods her head yes, I let her pussy go slowly, dragging one finger in the cleft between the lips and lowering her back on the bed.

“Then don’t wear your panties,” I order getting ready to leave again. I decide not to wash up. Let the bastards smell her on me. I like that thought. I’m almost out the door when her voice stops me.

“What was the other thing you were going to tell me?” She asks.

I look around and she’s not hiding. She’s still lying on her stomach, and not making an effort to cover up. I take it as a small victory.

“I’ve decided to let the nickname of Peaches stand,” I tell her with a grin.

“Peaches? You didn’t like them calling me that?”

“No, I didn’t like them naming my woman, but I’ve decided to let it stand.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m the only one who knows that you really are juicy and taste like peaches. Those other dumb fucks are just talking out of their ass.”

She inhales at my answer, her eyes round.

“Remember, Peaches, no panties,” I order, and then close the door with a smile.





Chapter 8

Annie

What did I just do? When can I do it again?



He closes the door and I bury my head into the mattress. I can’t believe I just did that and with a man I don’t even know! Except it doesn’t feel like we’re strangers. I roll over on my back, dragging the comforter over me and stare up at the ceiling. What am I doing here?

My father is an evangelical preacher. An extremely devout one. He used to beat me until I couldn’t sit down or lie on my back from the punishment I received. There are thin spiderweb-like scars on my lower back and side from the belt he used. Sabre either didn’t take time to notice them, or he didn’t really care about them. I’m hoping it’s the latter. Having Sabre and the men here would send my father into a rage. If he knew what I did with Sabre, he would kill us both. In my father’s eyes, what Sabre and I did would be sinning and reveling in our fall from grace. It would be in direct violation of God’s commandments.

My stomach lurches at the reminder of my father. He is in Illinois, and his teachings have never been my beliefs. What kind of God would find it okay for a father to use a belt on his eight-year-old daughter because the boy next door held her hand on the way home from school? What kind of God would condone a man who cut all his daughter’s hair off because he thought she was using it to lure boys into her bed?

I tap down those memories. I got away. I moved to Kentucky. I no longer have to live in fear. Admittedly, it only happened because I got a job offer here and my father’s brother lives in the same town so he can report back to my father. Carl can never know about Sabre. Ever.

I hear laughing from the other room and sigh. I need to get up and go out there before Sabre comes and finds me. Maybe it’s because I’m just now getting my first taste of freedom as a woman, I just don’t know, but I know I want more time with Sabre. I like him, or rather I like what I know of him, and the rest of the men seem nice, too. So I’m going to throw caution to the wind and enjoy this for however long it lasts.

With my mind made up, I go into the adjoining bathroom, clean up, search out some comfortable clothes, and return to the kitchen. My face flames with embarrassment as everyone stops talking when I enter the room. I’m having trouble looking any of them in the eye.

“Over here, Peaches.”

Sabre is standing in the kitchen on the opposite side of the others and he looks very pleased with himself. It annoys me, but I had a lot to do with putting that look on his face. I walk to him and when I get there, he takes me in his arms. I return his hug and then let him curl me into his side. I like it. I like how it feels to be with him.

“Hey, Peaches. We were starting to think you weren’t going to join us,” Keys speaks up and I give him a small smile without looking him directly in the eye.

“Have you eaten?” I ask Sabre.

“Nah, sweetheart. I’ll get something in a bit,” he answers, and I grasp at it. I need something to keep busy.

“I’ll get it. Just pull up that seat over there. We all should have eaten at the table. There’s more room there. I never use the darn thing personally, so it didn’t occur to me. Next time, well if there is one, I will set it up…”

“Peaches?” Sabre interrupts my sad rambling and I’m glad. I look up at him in mid-sentence.

“Stop being nervous.”

I huff in response, “Sabre, you can’t just order someone to not be nervous.”