Page 32 of Property of Fire

“Because she’s Irish’s mother as well,” he announces. “Irish and you share the same dad as well, but at the time, he said it was best that Herja raise you with you knowing the truth.”

“He did say this,” my mom agrees. “He also said that at any time something was to threaten you, you have the protection of the Black Mark MC.”

My mind feels like it is going to explode with everything I’m hearing. All that they’ve told me. It’s too much. I can’t take anymore.

Shoving away from Fire, I run. It’s the only thing I can think of doing right now. I can’t face the truth of what I’ve just learned. How is it that I’m constantly hit with something new? Why couldn’t I just have a normal life?

Running out the doors of the clubhouse, I ignore the fact I don’t have shoes on. I didn’t care that the rocks were biting into my feet. In truth, the feel of them is at least something. I run out of the parking lot and down the road. I didn’t stop running, not even when I heard my name shouted. Not when I heard the bike roar to life. Or when I heard it behind me.

I know who it is.

Fire.

The one person who never, not once, let me down. He’s always been there in some form or the other. Now, he’s mine. Or I want to think that, but he’s got his own issues right now.

I guess you can say we’re both two peas in a pod. Weird that saying. How can it be said that it’s just two peas? Aren’t there usually more? And it’s not like the pod can be the same for two peas that have different issues going on.

Slowing from running to walking, I don’t look around at my surroundings. I know where I am, where I was going. The one place I’ve ever felt completely safe.

Fire’s house.

I walk up the drive as Fire pulls past me and parks his bike next to my car. When he managed to get my car here, I don’t know, but he hadn’t told me about it.

Fire meets me when I make my way closer. Rather than speaking, he scoops me up in his arms. He carries me the rest of the way to the house, unlocking and opening it without letting me down, closes the door, and takes me directly to his room.

Only when he sets me on my feet again do I look up at him and make a request without thinking about it. “Fuck me, Fire.”

“Baby, don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he mutters. Though his hands come to my sides, fingers curling the T-shirt in his grip, bunching it up, bringing it upward.

“Please, Fire, I need you.”

Fire holds my gaze briefly and finally nods. The shirt is pulled from me quickly. Fire brings his hands to my hair, gripping it tightly but not enough to hurt me. He dips his head down, brushes his lips against my lips, and pulls back. “You want me to fuck you, but first, you’re gonna get on your knees. I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come down your throat. After, you’re going to lay back on the bed and let me eat your pussy. How many times I’ll decide, but you’re gonna be begging for more by the time I finish. Only then will I fuck your pussy. By the end of the night, I’m also gonna be taking that sweet ass of yours as well.”

I don’t get the chance to really process his words. Using his hands in my hair, Fire urges me down to my knees. My hands go to the belt buckle, undo it, unfasten his jeans, and lower them. Fire’s cock springs free, bobs, the head already beading with pre-cum. Sticking my tongue out, I lick up the clear fluid wanting the taste of him in my mouth just as much as he wants me to suck him.

“Take my cock, Eve,” he commands, his voice gruff. “Wrap those pretty lips around me.”

I lift my gaze to hold his as I do just as he tells me.

Fire lets my hair go long enough to pull his cut and shirt off before bringing them right back.

“Fuck, your mouth feels damn good sucking me in. Ready for me to fuck your face, baby? It’s what I’m about to do.”

To answer his question, I moan around him.

Fire’s eyes flash, and he tightens his fingers on my hair. He then proceeds to do just what he said he was going to do. He fucks my mouth. I take everything he gives me, swallowing him down as I read about in books, learning to relax my throat. Fire growls, his hand holding me in place, and he thrusts quick, short strokes, sometimes going all the way to my throat, sometimes going just barely inside. I don’t know how long he takes my mouth, but when he comes down my throat, it doesn’t matter. His release was all that I cared about. Sucking him deeper, I take everything he gives me, swallowing it down.

Fire barely finishes coming before he pulls his cock away, bends at the waist, lifts me off the floor, and throws me on the bed. He strips me of the rest of my clothes. I barely notice he removes his jeans and boots as well.

“My turn now,” he growls and goes right for it, driving me insane with his mouth. He doesn’t go slow about it. He works me like he was fucking me. But instead, it’s his tongue.

Words don’t describe how good it feels. He uses his mouth and fingers together, delivering such amazing sensations that I can’t contain my reactions.

My body bucks and arches, wiggles and moves, grinding against his face, trying to get even more. He doesn’t lie about my orgasms. I lose count after number four and hold on the best I can. I beg and plead for more, and the only thing he gives me is what he’s already doing to me. It’s heaven and hell all in one. Granted, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s bliss.

After bringing me to yet another orgasm, Fire jerks back midway through, and comes over me, his cock finding its mark without issue. He drives inside me, not giving me any time to adjust to the width of him. He thrusts, pounding inside me relentlessly. I grab hold of him the best I can and hold on. There’s nothing else I can do.

Sweat drips down Fire’s face. His body covers mine and mixes with my own, making everything about this moment that much hotter.

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