Chapter 10
Blade woke up the next morning and peered through the blinds. The pigs had switched shifts sometime during the night. Now, two new cop cars were parked outside the MC, just waiting for their chance to bust someone.
Jackal had come in the night before to inform him that Snake had taken Michelle away and he had been flooded with relief. Having that woman so damn close to him was making him nearly lose his mind. There was nothing honorable about wanting to fuck his best friend’s daughter. He just couldn’t bring himself to accept it, and having her dangling in front of his face, clearly wanting it just as badly as he did, could have made that night into something he would regret for the rest of his life.
“Hey.”
The blood rushed to his thighs at the sound of Michelle’s voice coming unexpectedly from behind him, and Blade whipped around, unable to fight the fire that consumed him in her presence.
“Hey,” he said, as casually as he could muster. But that didn’t take away the fact that he had spent the rest of the night in agony over his longing for her body. It had been so close…right within his reach. And doing the right thing had been one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life. But he would do it for Zeke. He had to. Besides, she was just a kid.
“The police are still outside?” Michelle asked, coming up close beside him to peer out the window. She sighed when she saw the new cars. “I wonder how long they’re going to do this.”
“Probably until things are settled between you and the pigfucker,” Blade said, turning away from the window and taking a few healthy steps away from Michelle. The smell of her was starting to drive him up the wall. Maybe it would be better if she had stayed at Snake’s house a little longer. She was like a drug that hadn’t completely worked itself out of his system yet.
“I don’t know if that will ever happen,” Michelle sighed. “He thinks he owns me or something. He’s got all of them convinced I’m some kind of lunatic and he’s the only person who is willing to take care of me.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Blade scoffed. “Any man would be insane not to want to take care of you. And the real fuckin’ crazy one is him. Any of those pigs out there had any common sense in their skulls, they would know it, too!”
Michelle looked down at her hands, a smile playing on her lips.
“You always know what to say to make me feel better,” she said quietly.
Blade shifted uncomfortably. He should probably leave the room now. It was too damn painful to be so close to her with all of these idiotic thoughts flying around in his head like this.
“Actually, I don’t know shit,” Blade said, suddenly irritated. He didn’t want to be around her. Didn’t she get that? He was trying so hard to keep his shit under control. The idea of her just willingly seeking him out was infuriating.
“What do you mean?” Michelle asked, her eyes turning to him. He was caught once again in her gaze, feeling like a deer in headlights. Could she see through him, or was he just imagining it? Either way, it was time to take control of the situation again. He had let things go too far.
“I mean I don’t think we should be doing this right now!” Blade growled. “Do you have any idea…”
He trailed off. He wasn’t going to look weak in front of her. Tell her how goddamn hard he had to work to keep his hands to himself and not give in to his impulses every time she looked at him. That would just give her more power over the situation than he would know how to deal with. He owed it to his friend to be the mature one in the situation. To act like a fuckin’ adult and know what was right.
“We’re not doing anything,” Michelle said, glowering and walking slowly toward him. She stopped close to his body and whispered into his ear. “And I think maybe that’s the problem.”
Blade growled, his body engulfed in fire as the tickle of her breath brushed against his earlobes. His cock was instantly hard and he glared down at Michelle, who was eyeing him curiously.
“We’re adults,” she said. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe if we just get it out of the way, then it won’t bother us like this anymore. You can go back to living your life and I can go back to living mine, you know?”
No, Blade didn’t know. Because it wasn’t just her body he wanted. It was the way being with her made him feel. Like he was worthy again.
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” Blade said, fighting against his every impulse.
“It’s not,” Michelle agreed, pulling away from him. “I’m sorry. Just ignore what I said.”
Ignore what she said? As she headed out of the room, Blade’s body filled with a combination of fury and longing. How the hell could he just ignore what she said?
Before he could stop himself, he was gripping Michelle by the arms, whipping her around to face him. Her eyes widened, whether in fear or surprise he couldn’t tell, and suddenly he was dipping in to the forbidden fruit, tasting the sweetness of her lips. He closed his eyes, letting his body and his hands take the reins as he surrendered to the forbidden passions inside of him.
Michelle gasped softly, her body trembling beneath his touch, and he knew that there would be no going back this time. He was on his way to hell.
He lifted Michelle in the air, pressing her middle firmly against his groin so that her weight would rest on his aching member, and she moaned quietly as she felt the physical testament to his longing against her. Everything happened in a blur as his lips devoured every inch of the flesh exposed by Michelle’s blouse and he continued to taste her as he carried her carefully from the common room and into his bedroom.
Blade dropped her onto the bed, his loins alive with longing. Michelle’s eyes caught his in the dim light of the bedroom, and Blade growled, tearing her blouse open and letting his hands fall down the milky slopes of her breasts. She closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Blade dropped his lips down over her perky pink nipple and gave it a tug.
This seemed to awaken a beast inside of her and Michelle bucked her hips against him, opening her eyes and fumbling with the belt of his jeans. When she managed to finally tug them open, Blade’s cock was released from its prison and Michelle pursed her lips.
Pleasure electrified him as she ran her long, delicate fingers along his shaft, sending him into action. He stripped off the rest of their clothes, dropping fervent kisses along the perfection of her smooth body. Michelle responded to each and he plunged himself suddenly inside of her.
The cry of ecstasy that escaped her lips made his cock swell inside the silken walls of her sex, and she gripped his shoulders tightly as he began to unleash the power that had been pent up inside of him for so long. It was probably wrong. He knew it. But it felt too right.
He studied Michelle’s beautiful face as he released his repressed rage inside her body. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes, and another torrent of fierce longing electrified him. He thrust powerfully inside of her, gritting his teeth as he tried desperately to rid himself of the feeling that what he was doing was wrong. He had waited so long to feel her beneath him. And now that she was there, he dreaded for the feeling to end. Because he knew that when it was over, he would probably never be able to see himself, or Michelle for that matter, the same way again.