Fallen Idols MC - Complete (17 page)

FOUR

BLAZE

As we got outside, Trista’s phone rang. She walked away from me, but only a few steps, just enough so that she was out of earshot. The conversation was short. “That was Rogue. We have to go to the warehouse. That Escalade he was talking about? We’re its new babysitter. He needs Rocco back at the shop. So, I guess it’s just you and me.”

“Really? That’s the best use of our time?”

She sidled up to me. “What? You don’t want to be alone with me again?”

I put my hand around her waist, and pulled her against me. “I can’t wait to be alone with you again.”

She bit her lower lip. I could feel myself getting hard, and I knew she could to. “Then, I guess the timing is perfect. Rogue wants to make sure that this Escalade deal goes off without a hitch. If we’re going to steal those cars for Chen, the payout is going to be huge. We can’t afford to lose him as a client.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to focus on her words, and not to visualize her taking off her clothes, tossing her over that fat boy, and having my way with her in the back of the Chinatown alley. Her cut wasn’t like the rest of ours; it still had the sleeves. And it was a woman’s tight leather zip-up jacket, with her voluptuous breasts spilling just over the edge of the zipper. I hoped that, when we stayed with the Escalade, I would have a chance to see what was being confined under that leather once again.

“I would love to stay and chat about this more, but we have work to do.” She bit her lip playfully.

She backed away from me slowly, and grabbed her dome, snapping around her chin. She hopped on a bike, and started up the engine. I shook my head, trying to release the mental image of her naked body on her bike from my mind, but it was seared into my thoughts. Instead, I let it simmer there, hoping maybe I would get to see it in real life later.

***

TRISTA

We arrived at the warehouse, prepared to tell the boys all about my little meeting with Chen, but it seemed they already knew. Rev had his gun out, and pointed in our direction, when we walked in. He was always
so
paranoid.

“Put that Goddamn gun away! You’ll shoot somebody,” I instructed. I didn’t need anyone to get shot today.

Rev’s hands shook, as he put the handgun back into his cut. “I was told to protect this Escalade no matter what. Rogue says Chen’s got a new job for us, big money. I’d shoot you if I thought you would stop me from making a buck.” He laughed at the last part like it was funny. Rev always thought shit was funny when it wasn’t. Sometimes, he made me nervous, but, mostly, I knew he was harmless. Just too many drugs back in the day; mixing your chemicals is never a good idea. I was glad he no longer used the shit, though sometimes I wondered if he still popped a few pills to make him a little bit more normal. I knew that Rogue was keeping a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t fall off the wagon. He must’ve been a pretty serious addict before I met him. I don’t even think Rogue let him take Tylenol if he had a headache anymore. Alcohol and pussy were his only allowed addictions, and, honestly, he didn’t really seem like he was attached to either of them.

“Rev, get the hell out of here. Blaze and I are going to cover this shift until the shipment gets picked up tonight.”

But Rev bounced on his heels instead of leaving. “You know what I heard?”

I looked back, and Blaze just rolled his eyes. Even he knew that Rev’s gossip wasn’t trustworthy. “I heard that Axel is getting out in a couple weeks.”

“No shit!"

He nodded. “Yep. It will be good to have him back. I don’t like being down in this place too much. It’s too big, freaks me out.”

He sauntered off, his eyes darting all around like he was looking for a ghost to pop out. Blaze and I just chuckled, but didn’t say anything, until we heard the sound of his bike drift away. I opened up the back of the cab, and sat with my legs dangling over the edge. Blaze moved quickly to sit down next to me.

We sat in silence for another minute before he finally spoke. “So, what was it like? Growing up in all of this?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t know any different until I was in middle school. That’s when girls stopped hanging out with me because their parents didn’t want me to be a bad influence. And, it’s when the boys started taking more of an interest in me. Especially when I was in shop class. I was the only girl mechanic. But then I cracked a kid over the head with a wrench and got kicked out of school.”

Blaze looked at me shocked. “You hit a kid with a wrench? Why the hell would you do that?"

“I was underneath the car, and he decided to pull my pants down. I thought he was going to rape me. We were the only two in the shop, and I knew that no one would hear me scream. So, I rolled out with the wrench in my hands, and I hit him. I didn’t think he would end up in the hospital. I mean… I guess… okay, I was hopeful he would, but I didn’t actually think I hit him hard enough to do any serious damage. But I can tell you this much; I bet he didn’t touch a girl again.”

He just stared at me.

“What?” I asked him.

“You are so strong,” he said simply.

“I am what I am.”

We let the quiet of the warehouse hold us there for a moment. Blaze finally broke it. “So, you beat up some sleazebag, and got kicked out of school? What did you do after that?”

“I started working with my dad at the shop. I know it’s hardly a business anymore, but back then, we didn’t have the bar. It was then when I realized what was really going on with the MC. Parts would walk away to this unknown warehouse all the time. And then, suddenly, my parents would buy me a really big birthday present, or we would have an extra good Christmas. I knew they couldn’t be making that kind of money from a simple mechanic shop. Especially when I knew the business wasn’t that great.”

“We struggling for money? I mean as an MC?”

I shook my head. Even if we were having money troubles, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell a prospect. Even though Blaze was so much more to me, there were still rules. “No, we’re fine. I don’t know where the hell Chen got that information.” I paused, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t say anything more. “What about you? You grew up outside the life? Nice and cushy. Why come back now?”

He looked deep into my eyes like he was searching for his answer there. “My life wasn’t cushy. I had a single mom who had left her entire support system. I was a teenager by the time she finally finished school with her nursing degree. Before that, we were on welfare, and there were a couple times I worried that children and youth services might even get involved. I mean, my mom tried. We always had clean clothes, but we didn’t always have a lot to eat. The electric got turned off a few times.” He shrugged, ignoring the sadness in my eyes. “We got used to it, and we managed. I got a paper route when I turned twelve, and, then, once I was old enough to work, I got jobs in restaurants and bike shops. We had my dad’s old bike in the garage. She could never bring herself to sell it, no matter how bad things got. So, when I turned sixteen, I learned how to ride, and I got better jobs. I still send my mom money. She taught me to be good, you know? Go to church, say thank you, and hold doors open for girls.”

I looked at the hurt etched into his face. He’d grown up a lot rougher than I did. I’d never gone to bed hungry, and I always knew I was loved. Not just by my family, but by the entire MC. The older guys had always been at my birthday parties, and I would play with their kids at the shop when my dad worked late. There was always someone around to spend time with. Blaze just seemed so alone in the world, like everything was stacked up against him. If what he said about Maya and Rogue sending him away was true, it wasn’t fair.

“I’m sorry.”

He just shook his head. “What do you have to be sorry about?”

I shrugged. “I’m sorry that your dad died. I’m sorry that things were hard for you. But this still doesn’t make sense to me.”

“What doesn’t?”

“Why you came back.”

He straightened his shoulders, and looked out across the warehouse. “I had to know what my dad died for. He was protecting this club, protecting your father. I had to meet the man that my dad died trying to save. I needed answers.”

Answers. Something that most people didn’t have about the night that Stephen Taylor died. I’d remembered hearing the story as a kid a few times, and each time the details had been different. I knew that things didn’t add up about that night, but I’d never pressed anyone for the truth. I was afraid of what Blaze might find out if he pushed too hard.

“Well, I hope you find them. And I hope you can handle whatever the truth is.”

He nodded. “I can handle it. I can handle anything.” He pulled me in with that intoxicating deep voice of his. He placed his hand on my leg, and ran it back and forth, tantalizingly slow.

“Anything?"

He looked at me with hungry eyes and nodded. “Anything.”

I leaned over and kissed him lightly, softly, before attempting to pull away. He stopped me before I could detach my lips from his by grabbing the back of my head, and sliding his tongue in my mouth.

Passion and need exploded within me, and I slid onto his lap, nibbling, licking, and biting his bottom lip. He responded with forceful kisses that were probably going to mean I’d have bruised lips later, but I didn’t care.

I rocked my hips against his, the friction from my jeans turning me on even more. He slipped his hand up under my shirt and bra, and began fondling my nipples, flicking and pinching them just hard enough so that I moaned into his mouth. 

I shoved him down onto the cargo space floor, and ran my hands down his body, stopping only long enough to unbutton his jeans. I slid my hands into his boxers, and gently pulled them down. His thick shaft was hard as I released it from the confines of his pants, making my mouth water. I’d been dreaming about this moment for weeks now. Leaning down, my tongue flicked out, lightly running over the sensitive spot on his dick as I tugged lightly on his balls.

“Ahh!” he hissed.

I smiled teasingly before taking his cock deep into my mouth, shoving him to the back of my throat. He tensed up, and I began to swirl my tongue up and down his shaft, licking and sucking it like a lollipop, while one hand continued tugging gently on his sack.

I worked my other hand up and down, following my tongue’s path.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good,” he hissed as his hands slid under my jeans, and flicked open the buttons, pushing them down a bit to reach my soaking wet panties. He moved two fingers under the waistband, and I moaned as he reached my slit. His fingers began working their way in and out of my pussy in rhythm with my mouth on his cock.

I released him from my mouth as my orgasm began to build. I began stroking his cock faster, hoping he would match my rhythm with his fingers.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, rubbing faster and faster.

“Please, Blaze. I’m so close. It’s… ahhh!” I screamed as I crashed into a beautiful wave of pleasure.

Still breathing heavy, he moved over as if to get up, but I wasn’t finished with him yet. I pushed him back down, and kicked my boots off, before tugging my jeans and panties down. I straddled his cock, braced my hands on the top of the hatch, and impaled myself onto him.

“Ah, fuck!” he groaned, arching his head back.  I didn’t waste any time, rocking my hips back and forth over him, pushing him even deeper inside me. My eyes slipped shut as I savored the fullness inside of me. Blaze reached up and began to knead my tits, rolling my nipples in between his fingers. The sensation shot heat directly to my core, and I began to ride him faster and harder.

“Blaze!” I called out, as he pumped in and out of me, seeking my climax again.

“I want to taste those sweet tits.” He sat straight up, and flipped me over so I was sitting on his lap. I placed my hands on the tailgate, as he pulled one breast into his mouth.

“Mmm,” I hummed, arching into him.

“You are so fucking perfect.” He pinched one of my nipples, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot down my spine. “Perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect everything.” His hand trailed down my chest and waist until they circled my clit, sparking another jolt.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, as I glided my pussy back and forth over his cock, clenching just a bit here and there for him to increase the sensation. His free hand traveled up my abs and to my breasts. He alternated between the two; pulling, twisting, and tugging on them. The faster I rocked him, the harder he tugged.

The sound of our heavy breathing filled the warehouse, with little moans and groans tossed in, and echoing off the walls. I leaned up just a bit, and teasingly pushed just the tip of his cock in and out of me. His frustrated groans made me chuckle a little, but I gave him a break, and pushed him all the way back inside me.

The sensations between his hands on my nipples, and his cock inside me drove me wild. I bounced up and down onto him, pushing and pulling his swollen cock deep in and out of me as my muscles clenched around him. My orgasm was just out of reach, so I reached down and played with my clit, hoping to get there faster while I worked his dick.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hips, and flipped me beneath him, so that I was lying flat on my back.