Wild Blaze (8 page)

eleven.

Heather had the black towel around
her body, tight this time. She ran a brush through her hair as she sat on the
edge of the bed. The water was still running, but not for long. She looked
around the room and couldn
’
t
believe she ended up in the care and clubhouse of a MC.

As hot as it was
…
as hot as Brody
’
s body was thrusting at hers
…
it was all going to come to an
end as quick as it began. Heather needed to confess the truth about Lyle. And
that meant opening her own closet full of skeletons. This was a world of no
remorse and no care. The justice was fast and cold, served with what was known
and what was confessed. Heather knew there was no defending herself in all
this. She knew that getting into it. Part of her selfishly hoped that if Lyle
were to get busted, she could use the abused and forced card with a lawyer and
jury to ease the punishment.

Here in the Back Down Devil
clubhouse, there were no lawyers. There was no judge. Hell, the closest thing
was Brody
’
s hands. They
’
d pass the judgment to Heather.

And, again, that scared her and
excited her all the same.

Heather stood and dropped the
towel. Her body shivered as she looked at the partially opened bathroom door.
She wanted Brody to come rushing from the bathroom right now. Tall, big, naked,
and wet.

He had an instant effect on
Heather, like no other man ever had in her life.

Heather hurried and forced herself
to get dressed. She actually gave a shit about what pair of panties she put on,
with the intention that Brody
’
s
hands would be tearing at them sooner than later.

Once dressed, she sat on the edge of
the bed and waited.

Brody came from the bathroom a
minute later, his body massive, strong, and gorgeous. He had nothing but a
towel on, his hair wet and slick, the hair on his face puffy and clean. He
smelled delicious and it made Heather
’
s
tongue hungry and eager.

He crossed his arms again and
stood, leaning against the doorjamb to the bathroom.

“
Talk
to me,
”
he ordered.
“
Last chance. Or else I
’
ll send you out there with the
guys. And you don
’
t want to
know what they intend on doing to you to get the information they want.
”

The message was loud and clear.
Plus, if there was someone in the clubhouse that was going to hold Heather down
and demand information, she wanted it to be Brody and nobody else.

“
Lyle
is running deals anywhere he can,
”
Heather said.
“
I don
’
t know much of the details. I
just meet certain clients and customers. That
’
s
my part. To help move product along while he
’
s
working on new deals.
”
Heather looked at Brody.
“
You
have to understand, this isn
’
t
what I wanted. I didn
’
t
sign up for it. I met Lyle in college. I was young and drunk, looking for fun.
He was this young and fast guy in a suit. He had money and a car. And he had
eyes for me. We were just
…
close
…”

“
You
fucked him,
”
Brody said.
“
You fucked him and he gave you
shit. You were his whore.
”

Heather made a fist and thought
about hitting Brody. But, dammit, he was right. That
’
s exactly what she had been for Brody. Right up
until he didn
’
t need to
fuck her to get what he wanted. Then that stopped.

“
When
was the first time he hurt you?
”
Brody asked.

“
A
few months after I met him,
”
Heather admitted.

“
Christ,
”
Brody said. He turned and
slapped the wall.
“
You
weren
’
t pregnant or
anything?
”

“
God
no,
”
Heather said.
“
He was stressed to the max and I
was an easy target.
”

“
You
let him.
”

“
I
let him.
”

“
And
again
…
and again
…”

“
You
think I don
’
t know that?
”
Heather asked.
“
You don
’
t think I
…”

“
Fuck,
”
Brody said. He pushed from the
wall.
“
I
’
m sorry, sweetheart.
”
He went to the bed and sat down
next to Heather. He touched her back.
“
I
shouldn
’
t say it like that.
I just can
’
t picture you
getting
…
I don
’
t want to.
”

“
Thanks,
”
Heather whispered.

She wanted to kiss Brody. But his
eyes weren
’
t having it
right now.

“
I
need to know the rest.
”

“
This
is where it gets bad. You might want to get away from me.
”

“
You
use?
”

“
Fuck
no,
”
Heather said.
“
As fucked up as my life is, my
focus was always becoming a doctor or a nurse. I never let anything get in the
way of that. Especially drugs. Plus, I
’
d
seen so many of Lyle
’
s
customers or clients or whatever he called them. It
’
s a scary world.
”

“
That
’
s exactly why we don
’
t want that shit in our town,
”
Brody said.

“
Well,
it is in your town. Because of me.
”

Brody raised an eyebrow.
“
What?
”

“
I
’
m the middle person in it all.
Not all of his deals, but more than enough to make me feel like hell. The
coffee cup thing? That
’
s
me. People come to the hospital and it looks like they
’
re grieving someone. I carry two cups of coffee.
One has coffee and one has drugs. I make it look as though I
’
m consoling the person. I give
them the coffee with the drugs in it. And then they walk right out.
”

“
Jesus
Christ,
”
Brody said.
“
Right in the hospital?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
You
’
ve never been caught?
”

“
Not
until right now. Mr. Peter
…
I guess that was my mistake too. I gave him coffee by mistake. That few minutes
of hesitation ended up in him getting caught. And then
…
all this
…”

“
This
isn
’
t the life you want,
”
Brody said.
“
Is it?
”

“
No.
But I can
’
t get out. Lyle
won
’
t let me. It
’
s too easy for him. There
’
s no risk on his end. If I try
to get out. If I say a word. If I do anything wrong
…”

Brody reached up and touched the
bruise on Heather
’
s face.
It hurt but Heather didn
’
t
wince or move. She could see something burning wild in his eyes. He was angry
about this. That meant a lot to Heather.

“
Anything
else?
”
Brody asked.

“
I
don
’
t think so. He
’
s just
…
I swear, Brody, I get nothing out of it. I don
’
t get money. I don
’
t get protection. I
’
m just a whore. I
’
m stuck. He
’
ll kill me if I leave for good.
I
’
m surprised nothing has
happened here yet.
”

“
Nothing
will,
”
Brody said.
“
He
’
s
not that stupid. But the drug thing has to end. We
’
re going to take care of this problem. But we need
to send a clear message and make him come out to us.
”

“
What
the hell does that mean?
”

Brody put a hand to Heather
’
s hand.
“
I
’
m
not saying I don
’
t believe
you. But I need more. I need to know for real that you aren
’
t in on all this shit. And if
you truly want out and you want to trust me, then you
’
re going to listen to what I need you to do.
”

“
Yes,
”
Heather whispered.
“
Anything, Brody. I
’
m not using. I
’
m not selling. I
’
m not doing anything
…
I
’
m
just a fucking useless whore.
”

“
You
’
re not useless,
”
Brody said.
“
You
’
re not a whore. Don
’
t
say that shit.
”

“
I
don
’
t feel anything
anymore,
”
Heather said. She
looked up at Brody.
“
I
’
m just
…
there. I try to help the people that come into the
hospital. Including your friend, your brother. I don
’
t judge anyone ever. I only want people to feel the
opposite of how I feel. I never wanted this for my life. But I can
’
t imagine Lyle doing it with someone
else.
”

Brody shook his head. He put his
arm around Heather and pulled her close.
“
He
’
ll never do it again to anyone.
I promise you that. And you do feel something, sweetheart. I know you feel
something because I felt it. That amazing body of yours running wild
…”

Heather leaned up and kissed Brody.
“
Tell me why it matters so
much to you.
”

“
What?
”

“
My
face. Each time you look. Or touch. It
…”

“
Not
your business,
”
Brody said.
“
We have to stop the drugs.
I need more, Heather.
”

“
So
do I,
”
Heather said.

She felt bold and put her hand to
the towel. She pulled at the folded knot and Brody leaned back.

Holyfuckinghell
…

Life was so dangerous
…
and so hot.

twelve.

Heather stared at him as her small
hand climbed the length of his cock. Her fingertips pressed against his
ever-growing hard flesh. She tried to grip him at the root of his erection and
could barely do so. Her hand slid up and back down.

Brody simply leaned back, intrigued
to where Heather was going to take this. Her eyes were deep and beautiful. But
that mark on her face was driving him mad. It made him want to blow up the
fucking world. He felt his heart pulling in all directions. The memories of old
shit flashed in his mind.

Holding a comic book I stole. A
can of soda in my hand. Fuck, I never got to drink soda. So this was rare, man.
An actual can of fucking soda. Name brand shit too. The good stuff. Lots of
sugar and flavor. Standing in the foyer to the beat up house. Other kids didn
’
t have broken windows and
tape on their windows. Or cardboard from cases of beer. Other kids didn
’
t have brown and yellow
water stains on their ceilings. Other kids didn
’
t have holes in the floor of their houses.
But what the fuck do I know? I
’
m
a kid. I have a bed. No blankets, but a bed. Mom tells me there are kids who
sleep in the street. I don
’
t
get that shit
…
won
’
t they
get run over if they sleep in the street? I take another step, comic book and
soda, feeling damn good, and then I hear the slap sound. Hand to skin. Like a
crack of thunder inches away from the window. The kitchen door flies open and
here comes Mom. She
’
s
spinning and stumbling, the old man chasing her down for more. She puts her
hands out and misses the wall, knocking some cheap old vase to the floor. It
crashes into pie
ces. She then sees me and tries
to stand and make
life good again. But the old man is right there. He grabs her and throws her
into the living room, just like the wrestlers do to their opponents. Except
that shit is fake and they get thrown into ropes. The old man looks at me and
makes a fist. He pretend
s to throw it at me and I jump
back. I
drop the comic book and the can of soda. The fucking soda lands on the comic
book and spills all over it. The soda is ruined. It
’
ll go flat now if I try
to drink it. The comic is ruined, the pages wet, the ink smearing already. Mom
lets out a scream. Dad cries out in a fury of curses. Fuck this. Fuck life.

Brody brought himself back to
reality as he let out a grunt and a hiss. He looked down and realized that
Heather
’
s sweet little
mouth was wrapped tight around the head of his cock. She was moving up and down
with some damn speed, her little hand grabbing tight to his shaft, pumping as
she tasted him.

It felt so fucking good. And it
looked so fucking good too.

Up and down, Heather worked her
mouth more onto Brody
’
s cock,
tasting him. When she needed a break for some air, she came up and then let her
tongue go to work. Licking the bottom of his shaft, her tongue lapped at him,
her eyes staring up at him.

“
Get
on the fucking bed, sweetheart,
”
Brody ordered.

Heather did so, but she didn
’
t stop tasting his body. She
turned herself around, leaving Brody with no choice but to wrestle at her
jeans. It took a little wiggling and a lot of Heather moving, her mouth full of
his erection, but her pants came down to her knees. Brody quickly grabbed at
the thin line of her panties and pulled it away, exposing her tender slit. With
two fingers, he touched and sank them into her.

When Heather groaned, the warm
vibration on his cock left Brody groaning for more. He thrust up and watched
Heather try to take all of him. Her poor mouth couldn
’
t do so. She let out a whimpering cough sound and
then got back to work.

She was fucking beautiful. Like no
woman Brody had met before.

His fingers dug into her body,
twisting and turning against her throbbing insides. He slipped down and found
the nub of her clit and pressed hard. Heather let out a cry and sucked at him
harder, faster. He
’
d found
the magic button again.

Smiling, Brody pressed harder to
Heather
’
s clit.

They soon started to go wild for
each other. Brody felt himself ready to explode and the way Heather was rocking
her body at him, she was about ready herself. Brody held himself together until
Heather let go first. His middle finger was against her clit, the tip of his
pointer to the hole. He felt her throbbing and shaking as she came, wetness
leaking everywhere.

Heather let out another wild groan
and there was nothing else Brody could do to hold himself back. She moved down
his shaft and pulled back up and he let go. Brody put his head back and hissed
each time he came. He felt Heather
’
s
sweet lips moving over him, pulling it all out, as perfectly as her body had
done just before.

She came off his cock with a loud
pop
sound and Brody laughed. He sat back up and pulled the towel over himself.
Heather moved to her knees on the bed and slipped off, hurrying to fix her
pants.

Brody caught his breath and looked
back at Heather. Just standing there. Jeans and an old shirt. Her hair messy
and damp.

What is she doing to me?

“
My
old man used to beat on my mother,
”
Brody said.
“
Bad. It was a
daily thing. At first, there was a reason. Not a good one, there never is. But
there was one. Then it just became routine. The normal shit in our house. He
used to come after me a lot too. But I didn
’
t
care. I
’
d rather him kill
me than her.
”

“
He
killed
…”

“
No,
”
Brody said.
“
I tried to rob a few places for
cash. To get my mother and I out of the house. But I got pinched. Ended up in
jail for the first time. The old man came to get me. Played the concerned father
card until we were alone in the car. He hit me with a right fist that I could
still feel today. And that was it for me. I hit him back. We were in the
goddamn car together. He was driving like an asshole. I opened the door and
rolled out. I cut up everything on my body. But a second later, he lost control
and went off an embankment. They said he died instantly, but I secretly hoped
the car caught on fire and he burned to death. To suffer.
”

“
Brody,
”
Heather said.
“
That really happened to you?
”

She sat next to him on the bed
again.
“
Yeah. That was my
life, sweetheart. And my mother, with him gone, couldn
’
t live without him. I
’
ll
never understand it. He was gone and she just slipped away. Ended up killing
herself a few years later.
”
Brody looked at Heather.
“
That
’
s why
…
the makeup
…
I knew what it was. My mother did that everyday for years. Painting her face,
covering up the shit my father did to her. He hit her so hard one time in the
eye, she wore an eye patch and told everyone she splashed floor cleaner in her
eye. I saw that on you, Heather. On a woman so beautiful. I just
…
I can
’
t allow it.
”

“
I
’
m not a good person,
”
Heather said. She put her hand
to Brody
’
s. He turned his
hand and interlocked their fingers.
“
At
all, Brody. I
’
ve been
running
…”

“
You
’
ve been beaten into it,
”
Brody said.
“
But you
’
re right here, right now. That
’
s good faith, sweetheart. And
that goes a long way in this club.
”

“
If
they want to kill me, I
’
m
okay with it,
”
Heather
said.

“
Fuck,
no. You
’
re not going to
die, sweetheart. Unless I find out you lied about anything.
”

“
No.
I wouldn
’
t lie to you. You
saved me. It
’
s the least I
could do.
”

“
We
’
re even. You let me fuck you and
then you just sucked me dry. I think we
’
re
good for now.
”

“
For
now?
”
Heather asked
playfully.

Brody stroked her cheek. He kissed
her.
“
Take is easy right
here. I have to get dressed and talk to the club. We need to get something in
order and fast.
”

Brody stood and let the towel fall
off his body. He could feel Heather staring at his bare ass. He looked back and
laughed.

Maybe having a chick around wasn
’
t a bad thing
…
as long as she
’
s the right one.