I dipped my toes in the water. “Holy shit, it’s cold!”
“I told you!” Blaze yelled from the picnic blanket, where he was stripping off his boxers. I watched him, drank in his nakedness, trying to etch it on my brain.
“I’m going in!” Walking in deeper, I braced myself. “Nope, it’s not that bad!” I yelled. Of all the things I’d done in my life, this would be my first time skinny-dipping with a biker.
Blaze ran down to the lake, hand cupped protectively over his dick. He dipped a toe in the water, then drew back his leg. “Jesus, girl, you’re crazy! My balls are going to be the size of peanuts in here.”
“For a big dirty biker, you’re kind of a crybaby.” I kicked back, floating, my nipples poking up through the surface of the water. "But I think my nipples might be hard enough to cut glass."
“Crybaby, huh? You better be able to swim fast.” Blaze waded out deeper, then dove in, cutting through the water toward me, and I shrieked as he came up and stood chest deep in the lake. He grabbed me, pulled me against him, covered my mouth with his. We stayed there, his arms wrapped around me, silent, until the chill of the water became uncomfortable.
“I think my lips are blue,” I said, shivering, despite the warmth of his body.
“Let me see.” Blaze kissed me gently, pulling my lower lip between his teeth. “I think they are blue,” he whispered.
“What do you suggest?”
“You definitely need warmed up.”
“However will you warm me up?”
“I think I might have an idea.” He pulled me with him, walking backwards in the water until it was shallow, then slid one hand under my knees and the other on my back to pick me up.
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Don’t fall!”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” He laid me down on the blanket, and I shivered at the chill of the air on my wet skin, despite the warm temperature.
“I wish we’d brought towels.”
“I think I know just what you need to get warm,” Blaze said. Then he was on me, his body slick with the lake water, hands running down me, covering me, warming me with his touch.
I am getting way too used to this, I thought as he kissed his way down my stomach. I felt the warmth of his mouth between my legs and then I shivered, but not from the cold.
“I love the way you taste,” he said as he buried his head between my legs, his tongue swirling over my clit, bringing me higher.
“Now, please,” I begged, my hands on his head, pulling him up. I wanted him inside me. Blaze climbed over me, his eyes on mine as he plunged himself into me, and I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him as close to me as I could get him. It was exhilarating being with him, sleeping with him, even if the sex so far was about as vanilla as it could get compared to the craziness I had experienced in high school and college. It was funny how the most normal vanilla sex with someone I liked was a million times more satisfying than all the crazy shit from someone who pushed my buttons but who I didn't care about.
Blaze moaned, and I watched his face as he got closer and closer. I liked him, I thought. Very much. When he made a little grunting noise, I knew he was close, and I stopped holding back.
Afterward, he stayed there inside me, stroking my hair and running his fingers down my arm as he looked at me. Around us, the rustling of the trees and the birds were the only sounds, a natural background of white noise. Except for a sudden rumbling sound in the distance, getting louder.
Blaze’s expression changed from one of calm to one of immediate worry. “Do you hear that?”
My heart stopped. “I hear that sound getting closer.”
“No one should be up here.” He jumped to his feet. He scrambled into his clothes and tossed me my dress. I slipped my dress over my head, not bothering with bra or panties.
“Blaze,” I whispered. “It could just be vacationers or something, right?”
“Sure, Dani.” He reached for the cooler and pulled out his weapon. I hadn’t even seen him pack it. “Stay back here.”
I moved to a tree, hiding behind it like it doing so would provide some kind of buffer against what was happening. Please let it just be someone from the MC, I silently prayed. I wondered if my father had somehow found out about Blaze and I and had come to end it. No, I thought. That’s irrational. It can’t be him.
I peered around the tree as Blaze made his way to the main road, and saw cars pull up. I couldn’t see what was happening, only Blaze with his hands raised in the air, then bending over, setting the gun on the ground.
“No!” I screamed, terrified Blaze was about to be killed. I ran toward him, my mind clouded with the fear that I might lose him. I threw my arms around him.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice calm and steady. I looked up to see two black sedans and five men wearing suits, their weapons trained on us.
No, I thought. It was most certainly not okay.