Page 26 of Property of Fire

I can’t believe I forgot to ask him before we all left for the rally. My mind had been on other things, and since then, a lot of otherreallygood things.

Maybe I can get Boot to give them a call tomorrow. That’s something he can do for me.

Inwardly, I can’t help smirking as I hop off the back of Fire’s bike. Our earlier activity in my office still lingers in my panties. Even my jeans were damp from it. Usually, he cleans me up when we’re done, this time, though, is different. He left me with him inside me, and in truth, I find it hot. I like it.

I mean, I’m not a fan of my jeans and panties being wet, but it’s almost like him proving his claim on me as his.

Fire’s words from earlier filter through my mind when he’d called me his ol’ lady and that’s another thing I’ve got to admit I like. I also liked how he said it.

Okay, so maybe our conversation can change to a different type of one. I get what he was saying, and I like that he’s protective.

Together, the two of us make our way into the clubhouse. I immediately wish we’d turn around and go to his place instead. I wish this because the second we step inside, Chellie, one of thehoras, squeals Fire’s name and starts skipping toward him.

“Fire, oh my god, you’re back,” she squeals and throws herself at him before he can stop her. Chellie continues to plant a kiss directly on his lips. “I’ve missed you around here.”

I’m about to rip her fake-ass blonde hair out of her head if she doesn’t back the hell off Fire.

“Chellie, back the fuck off,” Fire grunts and places Chellie away from him with his free hand. “You know better than to kiss me, let alone touch me.”

She does?

“Yeah, but I couldn’t help it.” Chellie pouts. “I’ve missed you.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” is Fire’s response as he tugs my hand and pulls me deeper into his side while moving past the skanky ho.

Chellie’s eyes meet mine finally and narrow ever so slightly. I went to school with Chellie, and she was a total bitch then, just as she is now. Back in high school, she’d been a cheerleader and pretty much screwed her way through both the football and basketball teams.

Fire takes me directly to his room and seals us away before letting my hand go. He moves to his dresser and empties his pockets.

“Can you do me a favor, please?” I find myself asking without thinking.

“What’s that?” he asks, tossing his wallet and looking at me.

“Please go wash your mouth and remove all evidence of that skanky bitch kissing you,” I tell him and let out an exasperated breath. “If you don’t, don’t try and kiss me again. It’s going to take some time to erase the sight from my brain.”

“You think I wanted her to come up and kiss me?” Fire cocks a brow and watches me closely. “Chellie knows the rules of the clubhouse. She did it to fuck with your head.”

“Oh, I know Chellie, and I’m sure she did, but doesn’t change the fact she did it,” I huff out and move past him. I wasn’t about to listen to him defend that skanky ho-bag.

I barely get a couple steps away from him when I find myself hauled back against Fire, his arms around me, holding me to him.

“You’re pissed with me,” he notes.

“You think?” I scoff and try to pull away. “Let me go.”

“Not gonna happen,” he states. I could tell by his voice he was annoyed.

Well, he can get over it.

“I didn’t kiss her.”

“It doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t, her lips were on yours.”

“For all of a second,” he grunts.

“And I’m not kissing you until you’ve washed away her ho-ish germs. For all you know, she could have had her lips somewhere unthinkable before planting them on your mouth.”

“That’s not a vision I want to think about.”

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