Kisses and Warfare

Oh, fuck.

“No.”

Blaze licks my neck, and I freeze. We’re in public, and granted, no one is watching, but fuck. He shouldn’t have done that.

“Let me fuck you, Katarina.”

I go to pull away, but his hand cups me, this time grabbing my breast by slipping his hand under my jacket and pinching my nipple.

“I can make you feel good.”

“I have to work,” I breathe.

“Miss.” Silver is now standing in front of us. Blaze doesn’t move his hand, he just stays where he is glued to me. I try to step away from him, but he holds me still.

“I see you’ve wasted no time,” Silver says in a voice I don’t approve of.

“Excuse you?” I reply to her, pushing Blaze’s hand away.

He lets me this time.

“You… you’re fucking the boss already.”

Oh no she didn’t.

I shake my head at her words. “Silver, let me make this clear,” I say, stepping to her so we’re nice and close. “You want to go down the same road Rebecca went, right? Fired, never to return again?”

Silver pops her hands on her hips. “I heard you got her banned from their house too.” I didn’t, but I’m not going to tell her differently. I’ll have to ask Blaze about that one. “Does he know you have a kid? He doesn’t allow kids at their clubhouse.” She nods to Blaze.

“Silver, you either turn around right now and go back to work, or I’ll fire you. You literally have those two options, and believe me, I’m fucking leaning toward the last one.”

She does just that, spins around and leaves.

When I turn around to face Blaze, his eyes are downcast and lost in thought, so I use that chance to escape him.Chapter Twenty-OneBlazeShe walks away fast, going straight to the back to check on the girls as I step over to the bar, order a drink, and sit and watch. I don’t come anymore to watch the girls dance and take off their clothes. I realize I’m here purely for Katarina.

Has she really succeeded?

Has she made me fall in love with her, to then only break my heart?

No.

It’s not possible.

I tap the bar as the bartender pours me a whiskey. Waiting and watching where she went, I want her to come back out. When she does, I’m on my second glass of whiskey, and one of the girls has already taken the stage. Katarina stops, looks up at me, then shakes her head as she ducks inside her office.

I should leave, but I drove her here, and I do want her to come back to mine tonight. Swinging my legs around, I look up to the bartender and order another one. I have hours to kill, and this will be my last drink, or else I’ll be stuck here. And that can’t happen. I want Katarina in my bed, legs spread, and wanting me as much as I want her.

“Do you plan to drink me out of business?” Her voice comes from behind me.

I don’t bother to turn around to face her, because I know what she’s doing to me, and looking at her will only cement that idea.

“Don’t you mean me?” I ask her. “It is my business, after all.”

“Sure, you. But other than drinking me dry, you also have to take me home. So, maybe stop. Okay?” Then she walks off again without waiting for my answer. I turn to watch her leave, her ass swaying with each step, and have to force myself to turn away from her.

“Why her?” The voice next to me asks while sliding onto a stool. Silver is dressed in hardly anything, just a bra and panties, and she pushes her chest up as she talks to me.

I look up at the bartender. “Water.” She nods as I tap my fingers on the counter.

“Katarina does know who you are, doesn’t she?” I ask Silver, leaning in.

She bites her bottom lip. “No.”

“That’s what I thought,” I say, taking the water that’s put in front of me.

“Go now, Silver,” I say her stage name.

“Rebecca wants to come out tonight. We know there’s a party.” I wave her off, not answering. “She has a kid, Blaze. You get that, right? She won’t mix with your world.”

When I turn back to look at Silver, she’s gone.I should tell her I’m driving her home to her house and that I’m not bringing her back with me. But I’m weak, and I want her, so how can I turn that down? She grips me as we come to a stop out front of the clubhouse, the boys opening the gates to let me in. Everyone’s here, the party is loud, girls are half-naked everywhere. She should feel comfortable considering it’s the same as the place where she works, except these girls are open about fucking anyone they can.

Climbing off, I take her helmet, place it on the bike, and grip her hand in mine.