Fanatic (Hellfire MC: The Prospects #1)

Chapter Eleven.

Willow

F anatic was kissing me. Full-on kissing. Hands dug into my hair and held me in place as Fanatic ravaged my mouth. My nipples became painfully hard, and I rubbed my legs together in desire. Lustfully, I fisted Fanatic’s tee in one hand and held his head with the other. I didn’t want this to end. Desire uncurled in my belly, and I pulled Fanatic closer. Anxious to get close, I rose as we continued kissing and plastered myself to his chest.

Fanatic’s hand swept down my body and cupped my butt, but the bath was between us, and I couldn’t press my lower body against him like I wished. Fanatic lavished attention on my ass, kneading and squeezing.

He broke the kiss off, and we gazed into each other’s eyes. Slowly Fanatic ran a finger across my bottom lip, and I sucked it into my mouth. Aroused, I teased his thumb as my pussy tingled and clenched. Fanatic removed it as I began panting softly.

He swooped again and claimed me a second time. The world faded to nothing but us and the deep-seated arousal that Fanatic was ramping up. Fanatic finally ended the kiss and stared at me. Guilt seeped into his eyes, and Fanatic leapt to his feet.

“Shit! Willow! I’m so sorry!” he yelped and started walking backwards, horror on his face. “Touching you was a mistake. How can you forgive me?” Fanatic’s shoulders slumped, and he spun on his heel and began walking out.

What the fuck just happened? Had Fanatic given me one of the sexiest kisses in my life and ran? Hell to the no! Not happening. I jumped out the bath and stormed after him, so irate I forgot a towel.

“Don’t you dare walk out!” I yelled, confronting him.

Fanatic made a strangled noise as he spun around, and I realised I was naked and dripping water everywhere.

“Put something on!” Fanatic ground out, and the muscles in his neck tensed.

“Why? What you going to do?” Yup, I was taunting him. “Willow, swear to God, you’re seconds away from being thrown on that bed and licked clean,” Fanatic roared.

“You don’t have the balls!”

Shit! One second, I was on my feet and the next, flying through the air.

Fanatic stormed forward with desire in his eyes and nothing else.

He leaned over as he drew a nipple into his mouth. Fanatic sucked hard and used his teeth to graze it. I gasped at the pain and held his head in place. I liked a bit of pain with my lovemaking, and it seemed Fanatic sensed that. Fanatic bit down, and I arched my back off the bed as I spread my legs in an open invite.

Fanatic chuckled around my nipple as his fingers pinched my other one hard. Desperate, I pushed up, needing, wanting more, but Fanatic held me down as his mouth ruined breast play for me. Only Fanatic would ever arouse me like this in the future by playing with my breasts.

My body was a mass of shivers and sensitive skin, and I wanted his touch everywhere. My pussy clenched in desperation to take his cock deep, and I threw my head back as Fanatic’s mouth moved downwards, trailing kisses.

I dug my heels into the bed and shoved upwards.

“Greedy bitch,” Fanatic muttered, and I whimpered in agreement. Without warning, Fanatic sucked my clit hard, and I screamed. “That’s my girl.”

Fanatic sucked and gently grazed my nub with his teeth. Holy fuck, that was hot. Two fingers slammed inside, and my legs clenched around his hand.

“Keep them open,” Fanatic ordered, breaking off his ministrations and shoving them wide. A strangled noise escaped as he returned to sucking and licking and rammed those fingers back in. Fanatic finger fucked me with an intensity I’ve never witnessed before, and my orgasm was building. I shoved hard against him, and my fingers wound in his hair as I held Fanatic in place and fucked his face.

“Shit!” I cried as I exploded and shattered.

The strength of my orgasm shocked me, and I came in waves.

Fanatic lapped me up as I gasped for air and relaxed my grip. Seeing stars, I lay there content as Fanatic sat back.

“Willow, we need to talk,” he breathed. “I’ll be back.”

Shockingly, Fanatic rose and walked out.

A growl escaped me, and I was sure if my pussy could have growled, she would have too. Fanatic left me? I’m naked, and Fanatic leaves after giving me one of the best orgasms ever? That fucker!

Annoyed, I jumped off the bed, ignoring how wet it was and dragged a robe on. I headed into the bathroom and cleaned up. While I did, I calmed down and considered the expression on Fanatic’s face. He’d been jubilant, but that had mixed with shame and grief. Fanatic was feeling guilty.

Slowly, I walked to his room and opened the door without knocking. Fanatic wasn’t there, and I frowned and turned to leave, but I heard a noise in the bathroom. Quietly, I crept forward. Fanatic leant over the shower stall with one hand on the wall, bracing himself, while he masturbated with his other.

Shit, the sight of Fanatic’s dick made me wet again, and I squeezed my legs together. Fanatic’s jaw was clenched as he stroked his cock, which pulsed under his hand. I watched as a stream of cum sprang from him, and Fanatic groaned. His cock, I noted, was huge and thick and certainly more than a mouthful.

I couldn’t help but compare. Grey had been a decent eight inches, Fanatic looked bigger, and Grey was a little thicker, perhaps. Shit, would that even fit in me? A low groan slipped through Fanatic’s teeth as he finished coming. His head dropped, and he sighed.

“Willow. You’re killing me, babe,” he muttered.

I felt bad for watching and moved away quickly. Somehow, I realised this was a tense moment.

“Forgive me, my friend, but I’ve loved Willow ever since she flounced onto that fuckin’ forecourt,” Fanatic said as I reached his door. I froze at those words and twisted my head.

The toilet flushed, but I couldn’t move as Fanatic came out doing his belt up and caught me standing there.

“Willow?”

“You love me?” I whispered.

Fanatic ran a hand over the back of his neck and glanced at the floor. He looked up and, despite the flush on his cheeks, held my eyes and nodded.

“Properly love me. Not as friends?” I sought clarification as I reeled inside. Fanatic loved me.

“Willow, I fell in love with you in that stupid stripper outfit, and you were so damn brave. You could have fled RC and headed for the field office, instead you came to warn Axel. Keith had betrayed you and just died, but you put that aside and headed for Rage. How could anyone not love you?” Fanatic asked helplessly.

“Fanatic, you’ve never said anything!”

“You were with Grey! How the fuck did I own up to having feelings for you? You both loved each other before I even met you. I sucked it up, Willow, and carried on with life,” Fanatic defended himself. He leaned against the wall and assumed the pose that drove me wild.

Things were starting to add up. “That’s why the one-night stands. They weren’t me.” Fanatic nodded.

“And you didn’t date for the same reason.”

“No, I meant what I said about my illness…”

“Beforehand Fanatic, you didn’t date before the explosion!”

“No, Willow.”

“For the same reason.”

“Yeah.”

“How did I miss this?” I wondered as I wandered across and sat on Fanatic’s bed.

Fanatic flushed deeper. “Because you were in love with Grey.”

“And now?”

“What? You want to eviscerate me for that? Shit, I know I betrayed Grey, but you were naked. Jesus, I’m human. No man could resist you naked,” Fanatic cried.

“Oh, with my face looking like it does, I disagree,” I retorted and snorted.

Fanatic looked at me in shock. “Do you think this is funny?”

I saw the raw pain in Fanatic’s eyes. The guilt and desolation he experienced. Fanatic was beating himself up, and I couldn’t have that.

“Kinda,” I said, and Fanatic stiffened in outrage. His mouth was open to blast me, no doubt, but I continued. “I was so jealous the other night. Honestly, I wanted to follow you and rip that bitch’s hair out by its roots. The beautiful girl next door who, luckily, turned into a raging sex-crazed maniac.”

“You were jealous?” Fanatic asked, hope rising in his eyes.

“Furiously so. If Jimenez hadn’t been there, I’d have followed you. Or called you halfway through. Fanatic, you were fucking hot.”

“You fancied me? That was the reason?” Fanatic questioned, and I understood his meaning. Was I jealous because I was attracted to him or wanted more?

“No. Yeah, I was attracted, but that wasn’t the reason for jealousy.”

“What was?” Fanatic pushed.

“Because you’re mine.”

The air left Fanatic’s lungs in a whoosh. “And Grey?”

“I love Grey, Fanatic. Grey was my world, but that was destroyed,” I replied honestly.

“Understood,” Fanatic said and looked down.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t find a new love. There’s room in my heart for someone else. You took me by surprise. I loved you as my best friend, but I feel more. I don’t love you like you do me. Not yet. But there’s a possibility of that happening.”

“Then we take shit slowly. Our friendship came first, Willow, and that needs to remain the priority. What just happened doesn’t happen again until we’re both sure. Because if I have you, I’ll never let you go. It would break me to set you free for someone else to love if I’ve been inside you.”

“Fair enough. No more dates, Fanatic. I’m an incredibly jealous and possessive woman.”

“Goes for you too. Get out and get dressed before I forget what we just agreed. Willow, tomorrow is date night. I’ll ask Gladys to babysit. And we’re taking my bike.”

“Fine,” I said and stood up. My nipples were rock hard with how close I was to him, and my pussy was sobbing for Fanatic’s touch. It wouldn’t take much to break Fanatic’s control; shucking my robe would do that. But I wouldn’t push. I didn’t want to ruin what was growing.

Fanatic

I opened the door and saw Gladys looking puzzled. Danny cooed and reached for me as Gladys looked up. Her expression cleared as Gladys took in my face.

“Ah, good, you’ve released some of that tension. Phewy, those sparks were burning hotter than the devil’s own bonfire.”

“Gladys,” I chided, and Gladys grinned.

“What’s that?” she questioned, gesturing towards a white box on the step, tied with a black ribbon. I tensed and swore.

“Take Danny inside,” I ordered.

Glady looked surprised at my tone, but my expression gave away that I wasn’t messing about. Carefully, I grabbed a stick lying on the grass and used it to pull the bow open. The smell hit before I even opened the box.

“Shit,” I hissed and stepped back. I yanked my phone out and made a call.

“Hello?”

“Lio, it’s Fanatic, need you to come to mine. Willow’s got a problem.”

“I’m free now, that okay?” Lio replied.

I shot him the address and hung up. A noise made me glance up, and I saw Willow standing there, staring.

“What’s inside?” she asked.

“Not sure. The smell was bad enough. Let’s go in, babe. Lio’s on the way,” I explained.

“Fanatic, I’m FBI, I can deal with this shit.”

“Yeah. Great, you’ve got bigger balls than most men. But you’re the fuckin’ target, which means you can’t interfere in what is going to become an active investigation. Otherwise, you’ll fuck the case up, and the DA won’t prosecute.”

Willow had the grace to look sheepish. “Sorry, I thought you were protecting me.”

“Like that would work. Try asking next time because I’ve never denigrated you as a woman. Show a little respect,” I said, stung.

“Wind your neck in,” Willow quipped, stealing one of my phrases. Amused despite myself, I shook my head and followed Willow into the house.

“Is everything okay?” Gladys asked as she cupped Danny’s head.

“Willow seems to have picked up a stalker that is leaving nasty gifts,” I replied.

“I didn’t see anyone approach, but Danny and I were playing in the rear garden,” Gladys said, looking outraged.

“I’ve called the cops, anyway. Thanks, Gladys,” I explained. I liked the woman, but I needed time alone with Willow.

Gladys offered an amused smile and handed me Danny before hugging Willow and leaving.

Willow

I shut the door on Lio and Phil Gold, and once again, I was awed by the handsome gene the Hawthorne family had. Lio was a hunk, no doubt. Fanatic had fished the last gift out of the bin, something I was grateful for as that had been rank enough a few days ago. I hated to imagine the stench now. Fanatic looked green when he returned.

Gold and Lio didn’t seem too amused either as they carted the evidence out. They’d taken statements, but there wasn’t much to go on.

I did wonder aloud if it was that nasty piece of work, Edna, but Fanatic had shaken his head. Once again, the intruder had managed to block the cameras, and Edna couldn’t reach that high. Guess that one was off the list.

We had a quiet evening in and went to bed separately. Not what I really wanted, but I’d respect Fanatic’s wishes for now. The next day, Fanatic reluctantly headed out, and I decided to take Danny to the local park. I’d my earpiece in for my phone and walked Danny in his stroller.

Today was a nice day, and the sun warmed me through to my bones. As awful as it sounded, I was happy to be alive.

On reaching the park, I pushed Danny in some swings, and then we played in the sandpit for a while. When Danny got thirsty, I picked him up, smiling at some of the other moms and carried him to the stroller and sat on a bench.

Danny guzzled a bottle of juice as I leaned back and smiled. After this, we were going swimming. I wanted Danny to get used to being in the water, and I’d like him to learn how to swim at an early age. Not like my dad, who’d thrown Keith and me both in a lake and yelled sink or swim.

I laughed at the memory and looked at Danny.

The blood chilled in my veins as my boy grinned back. Danny’s two teeth had cut, and I could see them gleaming. What positively terrified me was the red dot on his stroller, which slowly moved and settled on my chest. In fear, I began panting and trying not to panic. A mom walked past and smiled, and I wanted to call out, but my voice had frozen. Sweat rolled down my face after a few minutes.

A second person walked past.

“Take him,” I said. She looked at me in surprise. “Take my son and run.”

“What the hell, lady!”

“I’m Agent Willow Ware, look at my chest. Get my child and run!”

The woman glanced down and screamed. Before I knew it, she’d taken off running.

“Shit! You were meant to take Danny,” I cried. The red dot remained on my chest. I dare not move in case that triggered a shot. Minutes ticked by, and I began edging Danny closer. The dot flicked to the stroller again, and I froze and sat still.

Slowly, it moved back to me. Sirens wailed as the police neared. Someone had obviously phoned them. The moments seemed to stretch, and I could have sworn hours passed, but it was probably about ten minutes.

“Willow?” Lio called.

“Yeah, Lio.”

“Explain.”

“I’m in someone’s crosshairs. I move, the sight flicks to Danny,” I explained.

My hands were shaking as sweat kept tricking down my face. I wiped it away, and the dot flicked to Danny and back again. I jammed my hands down and stayed still.

“Stay calm, Willow,” Lio called.

“Ain’t got much choice, Lio.”

Danny closed his eyes, and I prayed he’d fall asleep. There was a disturbance behind me, but I couldn’t turn my head. I had to watch this dot. If it moved, I was diving for Danny.

I must have been sat here an hour. My back ached because I was so tense. Danny had fallen to sleep. There were all sorts of noises as police arrived and sectioned the scene off, but even so, I jumped when I heard my name bellowed.

“Fanatic!” I shrieked. “Stay there!”

“Fuck that!” Fanatic yelled, and there were sounds of a fight.

“Do as you’re told!” I cried.

There were some loud grunts, and Lio called out. “I’ve got him, Willow. And if Fanatic fuckin’ bites me again, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“Shit.” I tried not to laugh, but a hysterical giggle escaped.

“Hang in. It won’t be much longer when I say grab Danny and run. Do it. Don’t hesitate,” Gold ordered.

“Okay. Has anyone let my boss know?”

“AD Markin is on his way with two other agents,” Gold replied.

“Why isn’t Fanatic talking?”

“Because Lio shoved a handkerchief in his mouth because Fanatic bit him,” Gold responded.

“Tell me you’re joking.” “No. It gets worse. The whole thing was captured on TV,” Gold called.

“Someone better get me a copy!”

“Yeah, it don’t look good three cops pinning Fanatic to the ground and Fanatic foaming at the mouth like he’s got rabies. No doubt Lio’s getting a rabi— Willow move!”

My legs felt like noodles, but I was up and moving before Gold even finished speaking. I snatched Danny from the stroller and ran. There was a low stone wall a few feet away, and I headed for it, jumping it and dropping.

“Willow!” Fanatic screamed, and I realised he must have thought I was shot.

“I’m okay!” I yelled back as Danny let out a loud cry and began shrieking his head off.

“Swear to God, Lio, we’re in the ring after this. Get off, you fat wanker!” Fanatic cursed, and I began laughing as I checked Danny from head to toe. Danny carried on wailing as Fanatic kept cursing and throwing insults, and I swear I heard an ‘eejit’. Didn’t know Fanatic had Irish in him.

“You’re clear, Willow,” Gold called five minutes later. I sat up and saw men running towards me. In front of them was Fanatic. He crashed to the ground and snatched me up in his arms. Danny’s wails became hiccupping sobs as he grabbed Fanatic’s tee.

“You okay?” Gold asked, arriving second.

Surprisingly, Jimenez and Markin were next, with Lio limping behind them. Fanatic glowered at all of them.

“Shit, boss, your face!” Jimenez exclaimed.

“Sure, that’s what matters when she’s been in somebody’s crosshairs!” Fanatic snapped.

“Tone it down. I’m okay, Danny’s fine. This was someone’s idea of a sick joke or warning,” I said, patting Fanatic’s chest.

Fanatic snarled and buried his head in my neck.

“Shiiiitttt,” Tiny rumbled, and I looked up and saw the big guy standing there. His eyes were wide as he took in Fanatic and me.

“Damn,” Levi agreed.

“This ain’t got nothing to do with Rage,” I warned.

“Sure,” Tiny replied. More people arrived, and Markin held a hand out and pulled me up. Fanatic kept hold of Danny as he climbed to his feet.

“Let’s take this somewhere private. What’s closest?” Lio asked.

“Our house,” Fanatic replied.

“You’re going to need to do damage control. The press filmed me smacking your head on the ground and shoving shit in your mouth,” Lio snapped at Fanatic.

Fanatic, in turn, didn’t seem the least bit repentant at all. “Nope.”

“You fuckin’ bit me. You’ll explain, or I’ll arrest you, and that means Willow is alone until I charge you. Then you gotta post bail! And Phoe won’t take kindly to her son assaulting a cop!” Lio retorted.

“Fine!” Fanatic yelled and headed towards the cameras who were filming.

That was one shit show I was happy to miss.