Torch (Great Wolves MC) - Jayne Blue Page 0,22

His fingers laced through my hair. He tilted my head back and kissed me again. It was nothing like mine. His was rough. Deep. Devouring. Possessive.

It lit me on fire.

I groaned. Pulsing need tore through me.

I wanted. I craved.

I sank into the kiss, arching my back as Torch got even closer. My hand slid between his thighs on instinct.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I could only ... want.

“Oh,” I whispered when he let me up for air. “Oh God.”

Then he kissed me again. I shifted my weight. Torch guided me, sliding one of his hands under my thigh. Before I knew it I was on his lap, straddling him on the bench. It put my face slightly higher than his.

I opened my eyes. Though I could barely think straight, Torch was in control. He stared at me with those intense, dark eyes of his. A question flickered through them. A challenge.

Yes. I rose to accept it.

His hands curved up my hips. Then his thumbs slid over my nipples. I threw my head back and groaned. I started grinding my hips against him. Two layers of denim, his jeans and mine, kept us apart. But I could feel his rock-hard erection. I knew he could feel my heat and wetness.

It was so good. So raw. So wicked.

Maybe I was a lie. Maybe this was my way to rebel. I don’t know. I just know my whole life, I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted Torch inside of me.

I didn’t even know his real name.

I pulled my tank top up over my head. I cupped Torch’s face with my hands and kissed him hard. I ground against him. Torch held me steady.

I was ready to go all the way. Oh. I was so ready.

But Torch’s phone rang. I froze. His eyes glistened. The sky had grown pitch-black.

He looked at his phone. I could see from my angle it was Colt. I knew he couldn’t ignore it.

Awkwardly, I slid off him and found my shirt. Now that I had a chance to breathe, embarrassment flooded through me. I’d been willing to fuck Torch and lose my virginity right here in the middle of a public park.

What the hell had come over me?

Torch got a hold of himself far faster than I did. He walked away from the bench and turned his back to me. He said a few words to Colt then clicked off the phone.

When he looked at me, I already knew what he was going to say.

“I should get home,” I said, running a hand through my hair.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

I found an awkward smile. “Sure. I mean, of course.”

Then I followed Torch up the hill. My legs shook as I mounted the bike behind him. Without so much as a word about what just happened, he kicked the bike to life and we roared back up the embankment.

Chapter Eleven

Torch

I didn’t see Sydney for three nights after that. Friday night was fight night. All the girls came in early to set up. As far as the crew, it would be all hands on deck.

When Colt called us in for a meeting, I assumed he had logistics he wanted us to work out for security. It was supposed to be hush-hush, but one of our former MMA champions, Bodie “The Body” Cutler, was coming in with a group of friends.

We met in the upstairs conference room behind the bar. This was where Bodie and his posse would party. From here, we had a full view of the bar through a one-way mirror.

“Everything in place for tonight?” Colt asked Brax.

“You know it,” he said. “Cutler and his guys should be here by eight. We’ve given him the okay to sign some autographs, then he’s up here for the duration.”

“Good,” Colt said. “I better not hear he’s trying to charge for that shit. The autographs or the selfies. Not in my yard.”

“Won’t be a problem,” Brax said. “That’s a promise.”

“We got enough out on the floor?” he said to Kellan. I looked out the one-way glass. I caught a glimpse of Sydney walking in, and my heart seized up. Damn. I’d come so close to fucking her the other night. I could have. I wanted to. I still wasn’t sure what stopped me. No, that wasn’t true. She wasn’t ready for the monster. She was still the beauty, and I was the beast.

Colt saw her the same time I did. He shot a look at Kellan. Though we all had