Page 8 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“He’s so heavy.”

Phoenix huffs, bending down and trying to drag the body across the ground while I watch in amusement.

“Dead weight always is.”

“Pun intended?”

She laughs, dropping the guys lifeless arms with a heavy thud on the dirt road.

“Absolutely.”

I chuckle.

“The best way to carry a body is over your center of gravity. Like this.”

I add, stooping down, scooping him up, and tossing him over my shoulder, making sure he’s balanced over me before standing straight up with practiced ease.

“And you carry bodies a lot?”

“I do, for work.”

I say, adjusting the corpse on my shoulder so the red and grey goo dripping from his head wound doesn’t run down my back.

“I’m a firefighter.”

“Oh, my very own first responder. How lucky did I get?”

“Luckier than you know baby girl.”

I snicker.

“Come on follow me.”

Like the good girl she is, she falls in step behind me, her little shoes barely making any sound on the ground and its overgrowth as we head into the tree line.

The sounds of the woods envelope us as I carry him through the brush, stepping over a fallen tree that has long been down and dead, waiting for her to follow suit, making sure she gets over it before I continue on. Crickets chirp ahead, only quieting when our feet touch their houses, and the occasional hoot of an owl echoes between the branches under the canopy of leaves. The ripple of running water to the north is where I’m headed.

“Where are we going?”

“To the river. We need water.”

I answer her, letting her catch up so she’s next to me, her face barely visible in the darkness.

“What are you going to do, float him away?”

She pants, jumping over something at her feet in the dark.

“No. Miss nosey, I need to make sure that I’m not going to burn down the entire woods and start a fucking forest fire.”

“Oh…Ooohhh!”

She gasps, grabbing onto my bicep to steady herself as I pick up my pace through the trees that are becoming more dense and closer together as the sound of the water gets louder.

“Ewww. That’s gross. Can’t we just bury him?”

“With what? You wanna dig a hole with your bare hands baby? Can you make it deep enough?”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.”

I chuckle again, enjoying the way her mind works though. She may just be the perfect woman, even if she is a little…inexperienced at all this murder stuff.

“I have a feeling you’ve done this before. Have you Mister…Hey what’s your name even?”

She asks, holding tightly to me as we climb over a large branch and the wood creaks under our weight, the dead bark falling into the leaves and grass below with a quiet whispering.

“Zephyr, but my brothers call me Zeph.”

I answer her, shaking my head, because I really shouldn’t be telling her anything, but here I am, being a fucking idiot with a dead asshole on my shoulder, about to teach some innocent woman how to ignite a fucking body.

For fuck’s sake dumbass. What are you doing?

“Zeph, that’s cool, that’s like what?”

“The Greek God of the clouds or some shit I think.”

“I’m the goddess that rose from the ashes. The…”

“Phoenix.”

I finish for her, finally able to speak the word aloud without her knowing I already knew that.

It feels like a magic spell as it leaves my lips, like I’m releasing it to the universe for it to do its thing and come back to me tenfold, just like I want her to after this night is over, even though I know the only time I will ever see her again is when I’m sitting outside her house, watching, waiting for just another glimpse of her.

The rushing of the water grows louder, the sound of it overpowering the insects and underbrush life as we emerge from the tree line to the steep bank of the river. It’s a narrow body of water, and probably not deep, more like a creek than an actual river, but that’s okay, water is water, and I only need enough to soak the ground, so my flames don’t take more than they’re supposed to.

The lack of trees allows the moonlight to shine down on the fast-moving surface, making the current flicker with glittering silver streaks. It’s pretty actually but not as pretty as the now illuminated face of the woman standing next to me, looking between me and the water in question.

“So what do we do?”

She asks, bouncing on her heels, her hands wringing in front of her.

“You do nothing but stay out of the way. I don’t want you hurt.”

I say, shrugging my shoulder, dropping the corpse onto the soft, muddy ground of the bank.

The squelch of the mud under him is disgusting and wet and makes me shiver at the thought of having to touch him now that’s he’s not just covered in his own mess, but also the filth of the earth. I curl up my lip and shake my head, trying to dispel the heebie jeebies from what I know it's going to feel like, even with my gloves on.

Ugh, nasty.

The water is cool as I reach down into it, soaking my gloves, washing the blood from them, where it flows away, never to be seen again. My reflection on the surface that moves left to right wavers, but I can see the mess on my skin. Theres red streaks, and small dots everywhere, the blood spatter coats me more than I thought it did, and I’m amazed that the beautiful creature watching me from my side hasn’t run yet. I look like the monster that I am.

Theres nothing to gather water with, and with an annoyed sigh, I pull off my shoe and dip it in, catching as much as it will hold.

Fucking hell.

I pour a wide circle around the body, making sure to saturate any leaves, grass, fallen branches, and anything else that could potentially burn. The mud, although gross, is a big help, it’ll absorb the heat and pull it away from the foliage just a meter away.

A simple flick of the wheel on my lighter has the flame dancing in excitement in my hand. I stare at it, transfixed, getting lost in the oranges and blues as they move. I’m like a moth; always drawn to the light and the promises it brings.

“This is it?”

Phoenix asks as I squat down, my eyes intensely watching as the flame reaches out for the dead guy, lighting him up, taking to his t-shirt like it was kindling.

“Now we make sure the flames stay contained, and we clean up. Well, I clean up. I can’t stand…”

“The mess?”

She asks, coming up behind me, her hands on my shoulders, the heat from them warming my skin from the mere contact.

“Yeah.”

Her touch is hotter than the fire rapidly building in front of me as the flames begin to devour their meal, and I lean my head to the side, resting it on her knuckles, allowing myself to feel her touch, silently asking for more. The erection I had from the kiss, which faded away through the trek across the woods is now begging to come back just at the sensation of her skin on mine.

“You’re a very complex man, aren’t you?”

“I never thought so. But I guess you could say that.”

I sigh, leaning back a little as the fire licks its way towards me, instinctively pushing her back as well to keep her safe.

“I need you back further please.”

“Why? You don’t want me to get…”

She asks as I rise and turn to face her, stepping forward so she steps back more.

“Burnt.”

I whisper, looking down to the wet earth under my bare feet and the brown mud that cakes them.

I’d rather see the foul mess on me than look into her dark eyes. I don’t want to see my reflection in them as I lose control of the cold calculated killer in me, who wants to sweep her off her feet and impale her on his cock over a burning body. It’s wrong, it’s nasty, it’s disgusting, and it’s what I crave most as the smoke from the fire behind me fills the still air.

“You can burn me if you want.”

She says, her fingers reaching out for me, brushing softly against my blood-soaked tank.

“Don’t say such things.”

“Why?”

“Because I WILL burn you until there’s nothing left.”

I confess, and I don’t know if I mean it figuratively or literally. Either way, I’m going to leave scorch marks on her tanned flesh with as hot as I am for her.

Fucking hell.

I curse a string of obscenities at the stupidity under my breath as I sharply grab her wrist hauling her into me, making her gasp in surprise.

“Burn me.”

She says on a heavy sigh a hair’s breadth before her lips clash violently to mine.

“Fuck.”

The warmth at my back is nothing compared to my front as I lift her off her feet, with my hands under her ass hauling her into my chest. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hot pussy only separated from my dick by our clothes, and I growl into her mouth.

I’m a gory mess, and in my haste to have her, it’s now rubbing off onto her, and that cannot be. Even though it was her choice that brought us here to this solitude, it was my actions that drug us to a river with a burning corpse, and that is not her fault. It can’t be. She has to be the goodness that I’m not. She can’t be tainted by the diseased blood on me, my hands, and clothes.

She shrieks into the kiss as I walk us into the water. Even for a warm summer night the water is cold as it laps at us, washing away my sins so I can replace them with more.

The rocks under my feet are slippery with algae and debris, but I wade carefully out to the center of the river where it’s deep enough that with bending my knees just a bit, I have us submerged to the shoulders. The water cleanses us, whisking away the evidence of my crime, drenching us, making our clothes stick to our bodies and each other.

My hands roam up her back, one landing on her shoulder and the other snaking into her sleek, black hair. She moans into my mouth as I grab her roots and pull.

“Zeph.”

“Phoenix.”

I say back, devouring her mouth like a man starved because that’s what I am.

I’ve never eaten this type of meal before, and everything in me is growling and snarling wanting to rip into it, to consume her with my mouth and my cock the way the fire consumes my indiscretions behind us.

Her hands are frantic as she dives them below the water, tugging at the front of my leathers, pulling on them, cursing into my mouth as she struggles with the button at the top. When it finally pops free, she giggles, and shimmies against me, working her own clothing away.

Fabric floats away from us, shredded pieces of cotton and lycra as I let go of her shoulder and help her by tearing the fucking cloth away. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in her, to feel her heat, to burn her with mine.

“Fuck baby girl. Get on my cock. I need it.”

I moan, helping her position herself right above my throbbing dick.

“Oh God!”

She cries out as she impales herself on me, enveloping my dick in what can only be described as heaven on earth.

The ick I expected to feel at my first time isn’t there. No, it’s completely absent and replaced by me rolling my eyes back in the type of pleasure I have only received by being licked by fire.

It’s better than fire, it’s hotter than an inferno as she takes me all the way into her, her body coming down on me, her frame tensing as I open her up with my cock and split her in two.

“Oh fuck baby. Is this what I’ve been missing my whole life?”

“You tell me.”

She pants back, bouncing up and down, letting my hands and the buoyancy of the water guide her.

It’s like two wild animals fighting for dominance as we grab and touch each other, with hands squeezing flesh and mouths licking, kissing and sucking. I’m ravenous, wanting to taste her, to bite her, to make her mine as she slides on my dick, raising and lowering, splashing the water around us onto my face.

Sensations I’ve never imagined fill me. My heart thunders in my chest, but not from the physical workout of holding her up. It’s from the passion running through me like an uncontained brush fire. My fingers tingle in my wet riding gloves, and my toes curl into the stones under my bare feet.

I need to feel everything, and I want to touch everywhere unimpeded by the leather, making me strip off my gloves with my teeth, shoving them in my back pocket. Slapping my bare palms on her skin, I revel in the heat of her, even with the chill from the water.

“Fuck baby. I’m not going to last.”

I pant to her, feeling my breaths becoming hard to take in.

“Me either.”

She says, bouncing faster on me, letting me settle my hands on her tight ass helping to guide her.

“Harder Zeph. Harder.”

“Mmmm yes. You feel so good, so perfect on me. Fuck me baby, come on, fuck me like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.”

Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard I can feel it pulsing with each stroke into her. It’s divine, fabulous, fucking perfect, however you want to describe it, and it’s pulling me towards a climax that I know is going to wreck me for the rest of my life. She is it, my new favorite past time, my new woman, my new obsession.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

She screams into the night, her words echoing off the trees and bouncing around us.

“I’m going to cum. Now!”

“Cum on me baby. Be good and give it to me.”

I growl, sinking my teeth into her slender neck, biting hard, losing myself to the overwhelming feelings flowing through me.

“Now Phoenix. Cum with me.”

Intense can’t even come close to how it feels as my orgasm takes over me. It rolls down my spine, and enters my body like a fucking poltergeist, taking control of my being. I thrust harder into her, slamming my hips against hers, driving into her as hard and deep as I can, exploding inside her as her barked yells fill my ears.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

I coo to her, holding her down on my cock, filling her with all I have.

“My good fucking girl.”