Page 11 of Property of Fire

“We’ll go to your place so you can pack a bag. If it’s not gonna fit in my saddlebags, it ain’t goin’.”

“What about a backpack?” I find myself asking. I like to have things with me.

“If it doesn’t fit in the saddlebags, it ain’t goin’,” he repeats. “You aren’t wearing a backpack for hours on end while we ride for two days straight. We might be stopping, but that’s for gas, food, and one night of sleep. The rest of the trip is riding out. We won’t be stopping until we get to the rally.”

“Where am I staying while there?” I know it’s stupid to ask, but I ask it anyway.

“Thought that was already pointed out, your mine to keep an eye on, means you’ll be in the RV I’ve rented. Your brother and Brimstone also have their own RVs, same with a few other brothers. The rest decided to pitch tents and shit.”

Ugh, okay.

So many questions run through my head at the very moment. Why not just put me in my brother’s RV? Why would he touch me the way he did? The spanking? Talking to me the way he talked? The look in his eyes? None of it makes sense to me right now.

Instead of asking him about any of it, mostly because I still need to think and gather my thoughts, I let him pull me out of his room, through the clubhouse, out to his bike.

Without a word, I climb on the back, following him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and hold tight as he hits the throttle, kicking up rocks as he goes.

Still, when we get to my place, I don’t speak. I just pack like I’m supposed to all while trying to come to terms with everything he’s said and done. To make matters worse, my body still feels like I’m going to go insane at a moment’s notice if he doesn’t touch me soon.

EIGHT

FIRE

I’ma dead man fucking walking.

Heat is going to end up killing me. After touching her, tasting the nectar of her pussy, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep my hands to myself. I could’ve spanked her other ways, but I pulled her jeans down and spanked her bare ass. Seeing the moisture between her thighs thicken as I gave her, her punishment, only solidified what I already knew.

I was fucked.

After leaving the clubhouse, I’ve done my best to keep my hands to myself. It wasn’t easy. More than once, I found myself wanting to do it all again, only this time with her legs around my head while I tasted her with my mouth and fucked her with my tongue. This I didn’t do. I didn’t because of one major reason.

She’s a virgin.

I knew it without feeling the damn barrier. It was in how tight her pussy gripped just one single finger. The fact that Evelin hasn’t ever had a man touch her the way I did should have me running for the damn hills. Instead, I’m fighting the urge to take and show her what it would mean to be fucked by me.

I want to ask her how the fuck she’s been able to keep herself intact. Then again, I should know the answer already. Throughout her time dating in high school, Heat didn’t make it easy for her. In college, she had more chances, but Heat had prospects going and checking on her regularly. They’d report for weekends to make sure she wasn’t doing anything she shouldn’t.

The fact that she’s held on to it this long and that I gave her her first orgasm, damn, it was all I could do not to fuck her then and there. Didn’t matter to me that it was fucked-up.

However, I wasn’t doing that shit to her. Evelin didn’t deserve me doing that to her in my room. It’ll be a miracle I can stand getting through the rally without touching her again, mostly because having her on the back of my bike, arms around me, and knowing exactly how sweet her pussy tastes is going to drive me up the wall.

It’s not easy, but I’ve managed to put it out of my mind for the most part. That is, until I had to wake her ass up to get ready to ride out this morning. One thing about Evelin first thing in the morning, she wants to, she can be a bitch. Heat had said this over the years. Said she hates for anyone to wake her up. The alarm was the only thing she tolerated, otherwise, she wanted to be left alone until she woke up.

Evelin’s gonna have to learn she’s not gonna be a bitch to me when I’ve got to wake her ass up so we can get a move on.

Once I got her ass out of the house and on the back of my bike, she settled in, only for my torture to continue. We rode to the clubhouse to find all my brothers were getting on the backs of their own bikes. Within another ten minutes, we were all on the road, the sun not even up yet.

We ride for three hours and stop at a big truck stop. All of us need to take the time to refuel and check over our bikes. You don’t go on trips like this without making sure your ride stays good. All it takes is for one ride to fuck it all up. The last thing any of us need is for one of the bikes to overheat or some shit like. It doesn’t matter we all treat our bikes like babies at any time of the year, but on trips like this, we gotta do it to make sure we make it there and back.

I park at one of the fuel pumps. Evelin immediately jumps off the back of my bike.

“God, my ass is hurting already,” she complains, rubbing her palms against the denim covering that said ass.

“You’ll be all right,” I tell her, swinging a leg over to climb off.

“All right? You’re joking, aren’t you? There’s no way I’m going to be okay when my ass is hurting like this the entire trip there.” She huffs and continues to rub her hands on her ass.

“You’ll get used to it.” I grunt and look at her. “Give me a minute to fill up the tank and do a once over, then we’ll go inside and get you something to eat.”

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