“You should leave,” Blaze says.
Mitchell, to his credit, doesn’t say anything back, just stands there staring at him.
“Now would be a good time for the door to touch your ass,” Blaze keeps it up.
“Blaze,” I say, walking down. “If you don’t back the fuck off, you can leave.”
He looks past Mitchell to me, his lip turning up.
“Blaze,” Marcus says, standing.
Blaze pushes past Mitchell, knocking him with his shoulder as he walks out the door, slamming it closed as he goes. I look up to my daughter’s room to make sure she didn’t wake.
“Well, that happened,” Rochelle says, grabbing a beer and handing it to Mitchell. “I think you may need one of these.”
“I should go.”
“No, stay. I’ll just be a minute,” I say, walking out to where Marcus is talking to Blaze as he gets on his bike with his helmet in hand.
Marcus looks to me, then silently steps away.
“Go back inside, Katarina.”
“You’ve been quiet all day. Mitchell… he’s the father of my child, Blaze. You can’t speak to him like that.” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes fall straight to my breasts.
“Get on,” Blaze says, tapping the back of the bike, holding out the helmet.
“Rochelle will watch her,” Marcus says.
Shit! I didn’t even realize Marcus was still there, I thought he went back inside.
“Get on, Katarina.”
“No.”
“Please,” he says.
Damn him! I reach for the helmet and pull it on, then climb on behind him. I know I shouldn’t, considering I’ve just drunk way too much, but I can’t seem to say no to him. Blaze pulls away before I have a chance to rethink my decision, and soon my hands are wrapped around his waist as he flies down the road. His hand doesn’t leave the handlebars to touch mine. He doesn’t even slow down when we get to the highway, he just keeps going. Soon though, I see exactly where we are going—the same place as last time.
When the bike stops, I climb off and remove the helmet. I know this wasn’t a smart thing to do. I don’t even have my phone, and it’s a good hour walk home, probably more, if I decide to attempt it.
“Stop moving.”
“Oh my God, why on earth did I get on your bike,” I say while shaking my head.
“Because I asked you to.”
“No, no,” I say, shaking my head, now walking in circles, not even bothering to look up at him. “This isn’t right. I’m meant to be at home, not in the bush with you,” I say, my eyes focused on the ground. “You are a complete—” My words are cut off as I’m pulled at the waist, and his lips touch mine with a force that literally takes the breath out of me.
Rough hands stroke up my body until they reach my face, gripping either side as he keeps our lips sealed together.
I try to pull away and he lets me.
I manage to speak, “You can’t—”
Then his lips are back on mine again before I get a chance to say what I need to. My legs are lifted and they wrap around his waist, our lips never parting. I start moving, my body grinding up and down, feeling that friction, and soon my hands have a mind of their own as they reach between us, and I feel his cock through his jeans. I pull him free and push my panties to the side, while my dress, which is long, cascades down my back and onto his legs.
The minute I feel him at my entrance, his lips pause, and he pulls back to look down between us where our bodies are joining.
I lower myself slowly with the help of his hands gripping my ass for leverage, and I start to move. I watch the same way he does until I feel a finger slip between my butt cheeks and insert into my ass.
My head drops back, and he takes control of the movements, my legs not losing their grip around him.
Leaning in, I bite his lip, and I bite it to taste his blood. Not once does he slow his movements or halt at my bite.
“Blaze…” His name leaves my lips, and I hate myself for it. I’m mad at him, and yet I want him. I want him so fucking badly I’m fucking him again when I should be at home.
Movements become faster, and soon I can’t control myself as my orgasm hits me with intense force. Blaze’s finger pushes in harder, his cock filling me and making me forget even my name.
He comes, and I feel him slow his movements, both hands now on my ass, holding me up as I stick to him like glue.
Blaze holds me as if I might break. So close that I don’t think he knows I’m not breakable. I am a fucking woman. It takes a lot for a man to break me.