Blaze (Storm MC #2.5)

Her touch was sending my dick crazy. It always fucking had. “Babe.” I pinned her with a serious look. “You keep doing that and we’re not making it to the movies tonight.”


She stopped what she was doing but held my gaze. Her lips parted and her tongue ran over her lips. My eyes dropped to her lips and my breathing became uneven. After a moment, I looked back up to her face; it was flushed with desire and that sent a jolt of electricity through me. Straight to my already hard as fucking steel dick.

Her hands moved to my jeans and popped the button. And again, she stopped and watched me. I waited to see what she had in mind; this was becoming more enjoyable by the second, much more enjoyable than going to the movies, as far as I was concerned.

She reached down to her shorts, undid the button and then slowly slid the zip down. I watched as she pushed her shorts down, as they slid down her legs, and finally as she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. I took my time moving my gaze back up to her face, letting it stop for a long while on her panties. When I finally found her eyes again, she was staring intently at me, waiting.

Her hand flicked out and she pointed a finger at my jeans, indicating for them to be removed. I shook my head, and pointed back at her, indicating for her to remove them. We waited, and watched. The air sizzled with sexual anticipation and my dick strained against my jeans. I desperately wanted to rip both our fucking clothes off and get inside her, but this game was turning me way the fuck on, so I resisted.

A sexy smile crept onto her face, and she gently ran her hand through her hair, pushing it off her face.

And we waited.

Eventually, she reached out and unzipped my jeans. Slowly. So fucking slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

When she had them unzipped, she pushed them down and I stepped out of them. I had nothing on underneath them so my cock was free for her to do with it as she wished. And, Christ, I hoped she had plans for it.

But, she decided to tease me a little while longer, and stepped back from me. With her eyes still on mine, she lazily moved her hands to her t-shirt and very fucking slowly, removed it. My gaze went straight to her tits. I needed that bra off. Like yesterday.

She pointed at my shirt. I knew exactly what she wanted and decided to give it to her. My shirt hit the floor three seconds later. Our eyes locked. And we fucking waited.

I gave her about half a minute before I took charge. “Babe, that bra needs to come the fuck off. Now.”

“If you want the bra or the panties off, J, you’re going to have to make that happen.”

Oh, I’d fucking make that happen. I moved to her and with both hands, I ripped her panties off in one movement. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and excitement.

I raised my eyebrows. “You want me to take the bra off too?”

“You rip it, you pay for a new one. And, baby, these weren’t cheap,” she replied, that sexy smile in place.

I ripped it. Then I grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to me. “Best fucking money I’ve spent all day,” I whispered in her ear.

We didn’t make it to the movies that night. Instead, I showed her how much I loved her pussy. And how much I loved her.





Chapter 5


Madison

Later that week, I went to see my mother. She was at home and seemed surprised by my visit.

“Been awhile since you’ve been here,” she murmured as she let me in the house.

“Just came by to see that you’re alright,” I said. There was a distance between us, and I hated it. We’d always been close, until now. And I blamed my father for that.

“I’m fine. I wish you and your brother would start believing that.” Annoyance crept into her voice and her body language spoke volumes; this was getting her down.

I followed her into the kitchen, taking in the messy state her house was in. This was unlike her and was another giveaway that she wasn’t doing so good.

“Mum, how can you be okay? If I discovered that my husband had cheated on me throughout our marriage, and had another family, I’d be devastated and could never take him back. Add to that the fact he hits you...” I stopped because my emotions about this whole situation were getting to me; I was too damn mad about it and hurt for her.

She looked distressed at what I’d said but she quickly covered it. “I really don’t want to talk about this with you,” she snapped.

“Have you talked to anyone about it?”

“It’s no-one’s business, except mine and your fathers.”

“Bullshit!” I yelled.

She flinched at my outburst, but didn’t say a word.

“This affects our family, Mum. And damn it, I want to talk about it. I think there’s been enough silence on the topic. I’m sick of the secrets and lies.”