Page 5 of Up in a Blaze (Polished P & P #4)

CHAPTER FIVE

BLAZE

H enri was bouncing in his seat as we drove home. He was bursting at the seams to tell me something, but he wanted me to wait until we were home. My lips twitched. I knew why he wanted me to wait. He’d try and seduce me to give in about something he wanted.

The man should know that I’d do anything for him.

Henri dragged me to the front door, and once inside, he slammed the door behind him to lean against it as I removed my shoes.

“Porn,” he said.

I cocked a brow. “You want to watch it?” Wouldn’t be the first time we’d done that.

With the porno noises in the background, Henri liked to pretend there were others in the room, watching how we made each other feel.

Witnessing our love as we fucked. He got off on the thought of people watching but knew that could never actually happen.

The thought of someone seeing what was mine naked and lost with the arousal that I made him feel made me want to kill.

A red haze filled my vision for a beat and had me clenching my fists.

Soft hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me back. I blinked down at Henri. “Mon amour, stop thinking bad thoughts and concentrate on me.”

I grunted.

He smiled. “Good. I didn’t mean porn. I was just seeing if you were listening.”

This man.

He winked. “What are your thoughts about exotic dancers?—”

“No.”

He groaned. “Not me, mon amour. I already know you would go on a murdering spree if anyone saw me dance in that way.” He was right.

“I would be the same if you wanted to strip in front of others. I am meaning we could start a strip club business and give this option to the sex workers at Polished. Ask the bikers if they would want to go in with us. Think, this could be a safer option for those who want the stability of the money but are tired of dealing with the risks they take.”

The eagerness in him was clear to see.

“When did you think of this?”

“This afternoon when Carnal came down for his shy client.”

With my hands to his waist, I squeezed. I loved seeing him enthused, and this wasn’t a bad idea. It would bring us money. Not that we needed it.

“We can talk to Country.”

He squealed.

“However,” I added, “I’m not sure he’ll go for the idea, since it’ll mean losing employees for his other businesses.”

Henri waved me off, beaming up at me as his hands slid to my chest. “But we will ask?”

“Yes, firecracker. We’ll talk to him.”

He jumped and wrapped his arms around my neck and legs around my hips. I curled an arm under his ass, holding him to me with one at his waist too.

“You give me so much, mon amour. I truly love you.”

My dick thickened. “You’ll always have my fuckin’ love, Henri. You’re mine forever.”

“Oui, forever.” He rolled his crotch against me. “But it will be best if you show me too.”

A sound dropped from my mouth as I pushed his back against the wall, kissing him, claiming him, making sure he knew he was mine.

As I trailed my wet lips down his neck, he worked his hand and fingers into my shoulders and neck.

“Blaze, mon amour. Bedroom, please.”

Latching my mouth to his neck, I sucked, needing to mark him as I straightened with him in my arms. At his moan and the roll of his hips, I quickly walked down the hall while I kissed and licked over the bruise I’d made.

Not everyone craved a person as much as I did Henri.

I wanted to hear every breath, touch every inch, and taste every inch of him.

He used to be squeamish about having sex before he’d prepped, but now, thank fuck, he understood I wanted every part of him.

I’d grown addicted to his smells, even his sweat.

And every time I buried my face into his ass as I devoured his hole, I drank in his scent and taste.

Each time I did it drew me closer to my own release because I got off on his reactions, his noises, his movements. Him.

I craved and loved the man to the point it was definitely an obsession.

Utterly besotted by my French firecracker.

Kicking the bedroom door wider, I stepped in and stalked to the bed, then bent to gently laid Henri down. He got to his elbows and smiled up at me.

My damn heart lurched at the sight of him, knowing he was actually mine.

With his legs still hanging off the bed, I crouched to remove his shoes and socks.

His fingers went to work on the button and zipper of his jeans as I trailed my hands up along the outside of his legs, stopping when I gripped the waistband of his denim.

He lifted his ass, and I slid his jeans down along with his boxers. His hard cock called to me.

When I threw the material to the floor, I yanked my tee up and off, then dropped it too.

Starting at his inner knee, I licked and nipped up the inside of his thigh before I pressed my nose against his neatly trimmed pubes and inhaled. A rumble dropped from my lips as I closed my eyes.

Christ, his scent had my dick throbbing.

His cock twitched. “Mon amour, please.”

I wound my hand around his erection and slowly ran it up and down. My little French firecracker spewed some threats my way.

Chuckling, I sucked him down until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and when I swallowed around him, he hissed out a breath.

As I bobbed over him, he lifted to yank his shirt up and off, running his hands down over his chest as he rested back down with a moan.

Fingers threaded through my hair and tightened.

“I want to come with your cock buried in my ass, mon amour. Make that happen before I spill into your mouth.”

With a low groan, I popped off his cock and picked up his legs, baring his hole for me to eat. I kissed, licked, and toyed with his hole, flicking my tongue over and around and in.

The sounds he made were a high that drilled adrenaline into me. I made him needy, wanting more from me.

I spat on two fingers and ran them over his pink hole before pushing one in.

Henri arched, planting his feet to the bed edge, and pushed his body up the mattress so he didn’t slip off. I followed, dribbling saliva over his hole and my digits. I curled my finger, pressing, rubbing.

“Mon amour,” he cried. “More.”

Demanding little creature.

But I would give him anything he asked.

With more spit, I added another finger, pushing them in and out, playing with his prostate. When his cock leaked onto his stomach, I leaned down and licked it up to dribble it over my fingers and his hole.

“Baiser, mon amour. Give me your cock,” he demanded.

Removing my fingers, I straightened and pulled a packet of lube out of my back pocket. I always wanted to be prepared to have Henri whenever we could, and thank fuck condoms were long in our past.

I loved the feeling of sliding in bare and painting his insides with my cum.

My chest expanded at the thought. Knowing I got to mark Henri in ways no one else would was heady.

As I undid my jeans, I kept my gaze on my firecracker as he went to his elbows to watch my hands while he dropped his legs wider, waiting for me. Slowly, I reached in and pulled my cock free, stroking over it while I tore the packet open with my teeth and spread the lube over my length.

“Come on, mon amour. I need you.”

A noise rumbled out of me. I shoved my jeans all the way down and kicked them off with my boxers. I went to my knees on the bed, between his legs.

He smirked. “Oui, my big beast. Come, get inside me.”

Gripping his legs, I flipped him over to his knees. Henri squealed then laughed, but that faded when I covered his body with my own.

Our size difference was always a blessing and aphrodisiac. The intoxicating feeling of dominance it gave me was a rush to the cock.

I licked and nipped at his shoulder. “Want my dick, firecracker?”

“Oui.”

“ Beg me .”

He glanced back and snarled, “Get in me.”

I tsked. “That wasn’t nice.”

“I am not nice when my lover holds back. Fill me. Fuck me. Prove I’m yours.”

With a growl, I set the tip of my dick against his slicked hole and edged in. The head slipped through the tight ring, causing Henri to moan.

“Yes, mon amour,” he breathed as I pushed in. As soon as I was embedded deep, my firecracker grinned, glancing back up at me for a moment. “Where you belong.”

“Fuck yes,” I told him. Latching my teeth onto his shoulder, I pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

“Yes, mon bête. Harder . Make me feel it even tomorrow.”

His words always did something to me. I thrust back and forth—harder, faster. His sounds encouraged me to dominate him.

His ass squeezed around me, the lube making it easier to pound in and out of his tight, wet heat.

A thrill rolled down my spine. I licked and sucked over his shoulder before I went to the other side, marking that one up as well while screwing him into the bed.

He was mine.

All fuckin’ mine.

I’d keep him forever.

Fuck him, love him, and protect him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Basier oui, mon amour. So good, mon bête. So good.”

Christ. I was close. Sliding my tongue over the bite, I told him, “Come, firecracker. Fuckin’ come for me.”

His body stiffened for a second before he moaned and shook through his release onto the blankets.

“Fuck,” I clipped, hips stuttering as I emptied inside him.

I slipped out of him as he slumped to the bed, breathing heavily like I was. Standing, I picked him up, bridal style, and carried him into the bathroom. My body was lax from coming hard, but the need to take care of Henri outweighed my own wants.

He rested his hand to my chest and patted there, all mellow after coming.

I had him stand beside the shower, making sure he would be fine, while I opened the door and slipped in to turn on the water. I adjusted the temp until it was perfect.

When I stepped back out, I wound an arm around Henri’s waist and led him in, smirking at the thought that if I ever needed to shut Henri up, I just had to fuck him.

“Good, firecracker?” I asked when he stepped under the spray.

“Perfect like always, mon amour.” He hummed under his breath. “You take good care of me.”

My chest expanded. It was all I wanted in the damn world, to make sure he was taken care of.

After cleaning, I helped dry him and applied the balm to the marks I made—proving I owned him.

Henri lifted his head and snorted. He must have read my mind because he said, “Oui, mon amour, I feel very owned.”

“Good.” Dipping, I kissed him. “I’ll change the covers on the bed.”

“I’m going to get a drink,” he said, pressing his lips to my chest before walking out of the bathroom as I finished drying myself.

When Henri hadn’t come back to the bedroom by the time I did what I had to, I went to search for him. I found him in the kitchen at the counter, wearing a silk robe and waiting for the electric kettle to boil.

Moving up behind him, I rested my hands to his slim waist and leaned down to kiss his neck. “Hot chocolate?”

“Oui.”

“I thought I’d have made you tired.”

He grinned, staring down at the counter while I nibbled on his earlobe. He hummed before saying, “Mon amour, you wore out my body, but my mind is still running.” He turned in my arms. “Do you truly believe it was a good idea?”

“Oui,” I answered him. “I’ll set up a meet with Country ASAP tomorrow. But I’m already sure the club will want to join your business venture.”

He reached up, linking his fingers together behind my neck. “Remind me again how lucky I am to have you.”

I nipped his chin and kissed his lips. “Very fuckin’ lucky.”

“Non, you are lucky I found your stalking cute.”

That was damn true. I’d been worried when I’d admitted that over the years when we hadn’t talked, I was still aware of everything he did because of the cameras I’d set up.

He’d been silent for a while, just watching me while I ate my tongue for being honest in the first place, especially since there’d been a chance I could lose him.

But after a while, he’d asked, “Did you watch me sleep?”

I’d nodded.

“Did you touch yourself when I played?”

Once again, I’d nodded, gut twisting in fear, but I’d needed to be completely honest if we had a chance to make this work.

“You’re lucky I am more turned on about you watching me than peeved.”

It was then I knew I fucking adored the man and had to make him mine once more.

Only that time, there’d be nothing to stand in our way.

Earlier that day, Eve had told Henri she’d overheard me telling Country at the compound that I was ending my career in trafficking organs.

He’d been ecstatic, but even then, he didn’t understand how far I would have gone to have him back brightening my world.

So, after I’d told him about the cameras, I’d added, “If you give me a second chance, I’ll not only give up trading in body parts but all other illegal activities you hate. Anything to keep you in my life.”

His brows had shot up. “You would do that for moi?”

“Yeah, Henri.” There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.

“You still want me?” he’d asked.

Snorting, I’d said, “What? My cameras didn’t give me away?”

His laughter had filled me with damn joy. He’d smiled. “Chéri, you love me.”

I had felt the heat hit my cheeks and had braced for teasing, but instead, Henri’s smile softened, and he’d stepped close, stopping in front of me.

“You have seen that no one has held my interest, Blaze. No one has amounted to anything because I have always had you on my mind, and I knew that I cared for you too, mon amour.”

A deep groan dropped from my mouth as I’d lunged at him.

Thinking of that now had a smile tugging at my lips. I nodded down at Henri. “You’re right. I’m damn lucky.”

Henri huffed, smiling. “Now, do you wish to talk about a puppy?”

Groaning, I rested my forehead to his and closed my eyes.

“Or,” he added, “we could put a pin in this subject until this strip joint is up and running?”

Kissing his temple, his cheek, and grazing his lips with mine, I then told him, “Didn’t know you could be reasonable and smart at the same time.”

It drew the reaction I wanted. He smacked my chest, and he ranted at me in French.

Once he was done, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared up at me. Smirking, I said, “Drink your hot chocolate, and I’ll suck you off again. We need some sleep, firecracker.”

His glare narrowed even more before he rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Christ, I love this man.