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TWENTY

EVELIN

“Beautiful, Eve,” Scotch calls, eyes on me. His shit-eating grin fully in place, arms wide as he makes his way toward me.

Well, he was walking toward the group of us, including Fire who was next to me, but not touching in the slightest.

“Hey, Scotch,” I greet him, but I don’t use the usual banter that we typically have between us. I don’t want to upset Fire more than he seems to be already.

Maybe upset isn’t the right word to describe him right now, but it’s the only one I can come up with while trying not to think too hard.

Scotch stops just short of pulling me in for a hug and looks at each of the men then back to me. “You didn’t text me back the other day. I was thinking you found a man finally.”

“I, well, I?—”

“She’s mine,” Fire snarls. He closes the distance between the two of us and tucks me into his side.

Scotch looks between the two of us, his grin still in place. “About damn time.”

“What do you mean about damn time?” I blurt out, watching him closely, feeling annoyance rising.

“Darlin’, I ain’t blind. You weren’t gonna go for just any man.” Scotch chuckles and looks toward Fire. “You hurt her, and I’ll slide in there and make everything better for her.”

“The hell you will,” Fire growls and steps in front of me. “You aren’t getting anywhere near her.”

“How about you lose the he-man attitude,” I snap, talking to Fire. He’s not about to act all protective now, not after the way he walked out of the kitchen just a bit ago.

Fire ignores my remark, it seems, but the others don’t, including Scotch.

“Are we going to discuss what I’m needed here for, or can I get to work?” I step around Fire as I demand this because I am totally done, and they’ve barely got into it other than a little bit of banter. That was enough for me. I was tired of it and didn’t want to hear more.

Scotch looks at me with a quirk of his brow. “You work too much, you know that?”

“And?”

“I guess, I figured if you got a man, he’d be fuckin’ you so you wouldn’t be workin’ all the damn time.” He shrugs. “But yeah, we can get down to it.”

“Let’s sit down,” Brimstone orders.

All of us move to the table. Rather than letting me sit in a chair, Fire pulls me onto his lap, his mouth coming to my ear and murmurs for only me to hear. “Your little he-man remark bought you a spanking.”

Well, I guess he didn’t ignore it.

“What had you callin’ this meeting with us about the bar?” Brimstone asks.

“We’ve been having issues at one of our distilleries,” Scotch announces, raising a hand to stop anyone from speaking up. “It’s not y’all’s problem. Irish is there now looking into it, but we have another issue that is y’all’s problem.”

“And that is?” Brimstone grunts.

“There’s a rumor someone else is moving in with product that deals in certain specialties for different races, if you know what I mean. The rumor is that they’re starting in this area because the leader of the group has claimed a woman that fits Evelin’s description,” Scotch explains, leveling a look directed at me. “You know a Holstein Cisneros?

Oh no. No. No. No.

Shooting off Fire’s lap, I wrap my arms around myself and start pacing.

“What the fuck do you know about this bastard?” Fire demands, but his voice sounds far away to me.

All I can see in my mind is Holstein’s evil smirk on his face when he found me. It mixes with what I saw him doing that made me leave school.

“Not much other than the fact I know he’s a vamp hybrid who has grown his crew. And that he claims to typically get what he wants.”

I find myself drawn back into Fire’s arms. I hadn’t been paying attention and didn’t see him get up from his seat.

“What’s this have to do with you, though? Why bring it to us?” Flame demands.

“Because we’re allies. We look out for each other, and if you want in on a little secret, we agreed to the alliance and to distribute our shit to you all because of her.”

“You wanna explain that?” Brimstone demands tersely.

“How about you ask her mother?” Scotch suggests calmly. Far too calmly.

I jerk slightly and look at Scotch. “What does this have to do with my mom?”

Scotch lifts a hand, one finger pointed upward, pulls out his cell phone, and makes a call. He’s quick and brief. A moment later, he pulls the phone away from his ear. Then another minute passes, and my mother’s there.

“Mom,” I call her name, not in greeting but in frustration.

“Eve, my sweet girl,” Mom says, giving me a look that I don’t quite understand before she looks to Scotch. “You know better than to bring this up. Especially when I hadn’t even told my son.”

“They both deserve to know,” Scotch remarks.

“How about someone tell me something.” I’m sick of secrets. It seems I’m surrounded by them.

My mom straightens and turns to face me fully. “You know you were adopted, Evelin. I’ve told you this. What you don’t know is about your birth parents.”

“What about them?” I’d never thought about them. Not really.

“Your mother was?—”

“She was a bitch on steroids that ended up becoming a junkie in the end,” Scotch finishes for her.

“How do you know that?” I twist to look at him.

“Because she’s Irish’s mother as well,” he announces. “Irish and you share the same dad as well, but at the time, he said it was best that Herja raise you with you knowing the truth.”

“He did say this,” my mom agrees. “He also said that at any time something was to threaten you, you have the protection of the Black Mark MC.”

My mind feels like it is going to explode with everything I’m hearing. All that they’ve told me. It’s too much. I can’t take anymore.

Shoving away from Fire, I run. It’s the only thing I can think of doing right now. I can’t face the truth of what I’ve just learned. How is it that I’m constantly hit with something new? Why couldn’t I just have a normal life?

Running out the doors of the clubhouse, I ignore the fact I don’t have shoes on. I didn’t care that the rocks were biting into my feet. In truth, the feel of them is at least something. I run out of the parking lot and down the road. I didn’t stop running, not even when I heard my name shouted. Not when I heard the bike roar to life. Or when I heard it behind me.

I know who it is.

Fire.

The one person who never, not once, let me down. He’s always been there in some form or the other. Now, he’s mine. Or I want to think that, but he’s got his own issues right now.

I guess you can say we’re both two peas in a pod. Weird that saying. How can it be said that it’s just two peas? Aren’t there usually more? And it’s not like the pod can be the same for two peas that have different issues going on.

Slowing from running to walking, I don’t look around at my surroundings. I know where I am, where I was going. The one place I’ve ever felt completely safe.

Fire’s house.

I walk up the drive as Fire pulls past me and parks his bike next to my car. When he managed to get my car here, I don’t know, but he hadn’t told me about it.

Fire meets me when I make my way closer. Rather than speaking, he scoops me up in his arms. He carries me the rest of the way to the house, unlocking and opening it without letting me down, closes the door, and takes me directly to his room.

Only when he sets me on my feet again do I look up at him and make a request without thinking about it. “Fuck me, Fire.”

“Baby, don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he mutters. Though his hands come to my sides, fingers curling the T-shirt in his grip, bunching it up, bringing it upward.

“Please, Fire, I need you.”

Fire holds my gaze briefly and finally nods. The shirt is pulled from me quickly. Fire brings his hands to my hair, gripping it tightly but not enough to hurt me. He dips his head down, brushes his lips against my lips, and pulls back. “You want me to fuck you, but first, you’re gonna get on your knees. I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come down your throat. After, you’re going to lay back on the bed and let me eat your pussy. How many times I’ll decide, but you’re gonna be begging for more by the time I finish. Only then will I fuck your pussy. By the end of the night, I’m also gonna be taking that sweet ass of yours as well.”

I don’t get the chance to really process his words. Using his hands in my hair, Fire urges me down to my knees. My hands go to the belt buckle, undo it, unfasten his jeans, and lower them. Fire’s cock springs free, bobs, the head already beading with pre-cum. Sticking my tongue out, I lick up the clear fluid wanting the taste of him in my mouth just as much as he wants me to suck him.

“Take my cock, Eve,” he commands, his voice gruff. “Wrap those pretty lips around me.”

I lift my gaze to hold his as I do just as he tells me.

Fire lets my hair go long enough to pull his cut and shirt off before bringing them right back.

“Fuck, your mouth feels damn good sucking me in. Ready for me to fuck your face, baby? It’s what I’m about to do.”

To answer his question, I moan around him.

Fire’s eyes flash, and he tightens his fingers on my hair. He then proceeds to do just what he said he was going to do. He fucks my mouth. I take everything he gives me, swallowing him down as I read about in books, learning to relax my throat. Fire growls, his hand holding me in place, and he thrusts quick, short strokes, sometimes going all the way to my throat, sometimes going just barely inside. I don’t know how long he takes my mouth, but when he comes down my throat, it doesn’t matter. His release was all that I cared about. Sucking him deeper, I take everything he gives me, swallowing it down.

Fire barely finishes coming before he pulls his cock away, bends at the waist, lifts me off the floor, and throws me on the bed. He strips me of the rest of my clothes. I barely notice he removes his jeans and boots as well.

“My turn now,” he growls and goes right for it, driving me insane with his mouth. He doesn’t go slow about it. He works me like he was fucking me. But instead, it’s his tongue.

Words don’t describe how good it feels. He uses his mouth and fingers together, delivering such amazing sensations that I can’t contain my reactions.

My body bucks and arches, wiggles and moves, grinding against his face, trying to get even more. He doesn’t lie about my orgasms. I lose count after number four and hold on the best I can. I beg and plead for more, and the only thing he gives me is what he’s already doing to me. It’s heaven and hell all in one. Granted, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s bliss.

After bringing me to yet another orgasm, Fire jerks back midway through, and comes over me, his cock finding its mark without issue. He drives inside me, not giving me any time to adjust to the width of him. He thrusts, pounding inside me relentlessly. I grab hold of him the best I can and hold on. There’s nothing else I can do.

Sweat drips down Fire’s face. His body covers mine and mixes with my own, making everything about this moment that much hotter.

When my next release hits me, I hold tight to Fire and dig my nails into his back, unable to stop the screams of utter pleasure whipping through my body. Fire snarls, curses, his cock pulsing inside me with his own release.

Other than the first time with him, nothing has ever felt so wonderful and that’s saying something because every time with Fire is just that. But this time, it’s different. It’s like we both needed it in a way we didn’t before, if that makes sense.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Fire growls in my ear. “We’re nowhere near done. I told you I’m taking that ass tonight, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”