Chapter Thirty-Three
Blaze
I stood in awe, listening to Makaveli speak of my grandfather and my father. The smell of the kutte made me emotional. When I put it on, I had a flashback of playing with my father’s worn, heavily patched kutte when I was small.
As happy as it all made me, the memories brought a rawness that I was eager to chase away with a beer or two. But first, I wanted to find Marchella. I spotted her standing next to Trista and hurried that way.
“You did it,” she called, and this time, when I snatched her up and kissed her, nobody slapped me over smudged make-up.
“I did,” I mumbled against her lips.
“You look good in it.” She grabbed either side of my kutte and studied it with a lazy smile.
“You look better.” It wasn’t even a competition.
“What the fuck are you wearing? I can smell you across the yard, I swear to fuck,” I growled against her neck.
She made a throaty, contented sound and clung to me, tugging lightly at my hair while I feasted on her throat and came back to gently peck at her painted lips. I wasn’t trying to wear all that damn make-up.
“Fuckin Blaze,” May excitedly howled, before attacking me. He popped my arm, jerked me into a hug and kissed the side of my head. “You’re a fuckin’ Disciple now, man.”
“Jesus Christ,” Trista mumbled, but he didn’t seem to hear her, and she was trying to hurry us back toward the driveway.
“I am,” I acknowledged, moving along with her and Marchella.
“Fuck, yeah.” May excitedly popped my arm again and took off for the crowd.
“Tris,” A chick with bangles on her wrist raised her arm and gave a wild wave when we reached the front of the house.
“Shit,” Trista grunted, stepping behind me, “Duties call.”
She plastered a big smile on her face like she hadn’t said anything at all and gravitated toward the girl, “Hey, Val, how’s that prospect of yours?”
“Nine is good, he’s back there with Demon and them.” Val rattled on in the distance once Trista caught up with her.
“Nine?” I looked at Marchella with my brows hefted in question.
She winced and nodded, “Mhm, he thinks he has nine lives.”
I laughed and gave her a squeeze, sliding my hand down her exposed lower back so I could skim past her pocket and clutch one of those baby cakes. She gripped my shoulder for balance and kissed at my neck, pushing up to her toes like she had something to tell me. When I leaned down, she bit me.
I hissed and clutched her ass like I thought she might try to pitbull and take flesh with her. My other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her mouth close.
She sucked and grazed with her teeth until I bricked, even as people were walking past us, joining the party in straggling numbers as the night went on.
“Babe,” I warned.
“Blaze,” she returned, hurling my name at me like some kind of challenge.
I took advantage of her momentary loss of suction and ripped her head back by that pretty blonde hair. I grabbed a handful of chains and tit in a possessive hold and ran my tongue up her neck until I caught the lobe of her ear.
“Don’t fuck with me, Marchella, I’ve been dying to throat fuck you to tears,” I rasped, letting go of her tit, but only long enough for my hand to slide down and snuggly cup her cunt. “Be a good girl, before l have you on your knees with nothing but a bike between you and all of this...”
I let go of her and waved at the party. I couldn’t see her father, or any of her brothers, but I knew they were out there.
A smile split her lips like I’d stepped into an arena without knowing it. She reached up like she was fixing a necklace, but instead of jewels catching the light, that black little top dropped, and her bone nipple rings were staring proudly at me.
“Mar–” I led her by the hair past her Mustang when I heard voices around the house.
I pinned her in the corner where the house met the shed, keeping my back to whoever was passing.
“What the fuck–?” I whispered, staring down at her while she laughed.
She slid one hand up my throat and didn’t bother lowering her voice, “You wanted an ol’ lady. You got one.”
I threw the garage door up and jerked her into the shadows with me, rounding my bike with impressive accuracy considering how dark and unfamiliar it was in there.
“Get on your knees.” I demanded a fraction of a second before I jerked her hair, crudely encouraging her compliance.
She huffed on the way down, and I could see the lust in her eyes even in that hint of lighting.
“Don’t ever do that again.” I didn’t have to shout, my voice was steel even in its quiet reserve.
I tightened my hold in her hair when she only smiled up at me in silence.
“Marchella, I fuckin’ mean it, don’t ever show your body to those men.”
“Those men.” I heard the amusement in her tone. “The Disciples? Your brothers?”
“Shut up,” I warned.
“Shut me up,” she taunted from the darkness.
“Marchella, I swear to fuck, I’m not good at this gentle shit, and you’re playing with something you have no–”
“No one asked you to be gentle.”
My balls and my brain were in a violent war. The woman had no idea what she was on about, but damned if I didn’t nearly come in my pants when she said those seven beautiful words.
I angled her head back and roughly rubbed her left cheek, lovingly at first, but it turned into a heavy pawing that ventured toward condescending. I wasn’t trying to end up divorced tomorrow, there were levels to this shit, and I waded into the waters with her. She didn’t jerk away, or protest, instead her lips parted, and she gasped.
I traced her upper lip with my thumb, “Your smart mouth’s done, Marchella. The only thing I want to hear from you are the words Red Light , if you realize that tongue of yours has finally outdone your ass. Understand?”
I didn’t look for an answer, I just started tapping the side of her face, lightly at first, but each connection of flesh on flesh led to a louder pop the next time around.
Her knees whispered over the floor in opposite directions as she shifted and made a low, throaty sound.
“Why is my cock still in my pants, Princess?” I asked, slowing my taps, even as I allowed them to become actual light slaps rather than playful, annoying taps.
She ran her thumbs up the seam of my pants, massaging it, and taking her time despite the attention I was giving that same spot on her left cheek. I gave it a rough rub and switched fists in her hair. When I landed a full-on light slap to that fresh right cheek, she jerked my zipper down and got serious about things.
“Mmm, she’s starting to feel it,” I taunted, but I stopped slapping and tenderly rubbed the area that had broken her resolve.
I used her hair like a leash and drew her to a tall kneel in front of me, allowing her to mouth at my cock through the boxers, all the while, my hand never left her cheek where I was caressing. She tried to slide her hand into my waistband, and I popped her cheek, causing her to gasp and try to shy away. I held her hair firm, softly shushing her as Val crossed the driveway, oblivious to what was going on inside.
“Cross your wrists behind your back,” I rubbed her face, lifting my hand when she hesitated.
She quickly did so, and I noticed the bone jewel in her right tit glittering in the moonlight.
“Good girl,” I reached down and tugging playfully at the bone. “Now, get to it.”
Her breath teased at my happy trail and her nose tickled my belly. She nipped at the waistband, let it go and adjusted her angle, catching it firmly and tugging. It took her a few different tries.
“I hope he is back there,” Nakarii’s voice rang out as she chatted with another girl, on the other side of the shed.
Marchella’s eyes lit up with jealousy, and I all but leaked with precum.
I tightened my grip in her hair and grabbed my cock, painting her lips with the crown until she started licking at it and forgot about the bitch outside. I’d never given her a second thought; I didn’t know how she could.
I stared into her eyes and watched in awe as she took me between her lips and the hot pad of her tongue guided me into place. Her cheeks locked on me and that girl started to twist her head and work at it in such a devoted, hungry fashion I was left with a low moan stretching in my throat. It echoed in the shed, and the chicks outside instantly hushed.
I didn’t give a fuck about them before, and I didn’t give a fuck about them now.
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” I growled at her, not bothering to keep my voice down. “I swear to Christ don’t you stop.”
I didn’t even know what I was babbling, the only reality that existed for me was the tight, hot confines of her wet mouth and her determination to swallow me. I wasn’t ridiculously hung, but I swore I felt the bottom of her throat.
“Goddamn, you can have it,” I cried, snapping my hips with violent efforts to fuck her mouth, “I swear to fuck you can have it babe, suck the poison out.”
I kept on coaching and praising her, despite the gasps and round of ‘oh my Gods’ being whispered outside by Nakarii.
She was choking and slobber was dripping down my balls, which were so fuckin’ heavy they hurt.
“Get up.” I ripped my cock out of her mouth and jerked her to her feet.
She shoved her skirt up, baring her entire ass to me as she bent over and put her arms on the seat of my bike.
I slid my cock between her wet thighs and grabbed her hips as I slammed into her, mindful not to knock the bike over.
She whimpered on a loud, breathy exhale when I entered. She tried to grind, but I held her hips and gave it another stab that left me buried.
March cried out and bit back some painful sounds that bled into moans when I started pawing at her tits, catching her nipples and the rings between my fingers. It didn’t matter that it was dark, our bodies were making obvious slapping sounds when I connected with her gorgeous ass.
People were squinting and staring as they left the party, but no one ventured in to check on us. She started thrashing and throwing her ass back, that near virgin cunt gripping and milking at me until we were both huffing and crying out, clinging to each other as we came.
My cock was still twitching inside her, and every clench and quiver of her overstimulated pussy left me hissing as I sought her lips in the dark. I wasn’t in any hurry to get back to the party, I had all I wanted for the night.
“I mean it, babe. I fucking love you,” I slid my fingers around her slick clit, making her moan in a loud, strangled protest. “Shh, don’t fight me, just come on my dick one more time.”
I held her against me and rocked my hips, stirring my still half-hard cock inside her while I boxed, rolled, and pinched at her clit. She was biting back moans and greedily grinding in no time. Her slippery clit swelled until I was strumming it, and she was calling my name louder with each breath.
She was half frantic when I finally felt her pussy tense and spasm around my cock, drawing it deeper in that stingy demand for my cum.
“So tight and greedy,” I murmured, sliding my fingers down to trace her stretched entrance.
She murmured, and abruptly shifted, so I drew my fingers back up and gave her clit a slow stroke.
“Mmm, I can’t, it’s too sensitive.” Her thighs clenched in an effort to close and pushed my cock out of her a little in the process.
“Nah, nah—” I denied, swatting at her wet pussy, and perhaps relishing the shiver I felt running through her. “I didn’t tell you to put that away yet.”
She arched her back, rocking her pussy against my hand and smearing her nectar from my fingertips to my wrist in the process.
I slid my hand off her pussy and clutched her thigh, holding her pussy open by one lip to the night breeze, and the view of anyone who walked by, had it been daylight. Enough people had passed I was convinced no one could see shit in the depths of the shed and the music was blaring.
“You like it– when I bless you with pain,” I murmured against her mouth.
She sucked in a breath rather than answering me.
I let go of her lip and circled her clit, drawing a low whine from her. Her hips bucked as she tried to stay put despite her over-stimulated state.
“Red light?” I asked, even as I lifted my hand and brought it down, pausing just over her pussy, so the rush of air hit her rather than any impact.
Her nails dug into the back of my neck and her thighs relaxed, opening wider for me.
I thrust into her and slapped her pussy. She gave a rugged moan and shuddered, writhing hard on my dick. I rocked instantly, and my hand shot to her mouth before I did it again.
She screamed and flailed, her pussy clenched hard and I felt a rush of warmth as her pussy juiced hard around me.
“Fuck yeah, do it again for me, princess.”
I forgot the party, I slow stroked in and out of her pussy, alternating deep rounds of rubbing and teasing with punishing slaps that took her over the edge. She thrashed and made rabid sounds against my palm, her slobber covering the side of my hand and wrist as I tried to muffle her a little.
“Goddamn, I fucking love you,” I pitifully told her when I came a second time inside her.
The music was off. The world was quiet. I slowly helped her to her feet, not that it was much use. She clung to me, still breathing hard while I strained to see how many bikes were left outside.
Had we been at it that long? I wiped my face and tugged my clothes back on once we were untangled from each other.
“What’s wrong?” Marchella whispered, while putting herself together at a much slower pace.
“Stay here,” I whispered, holding a finger up as I stuck to the edges of the shed, staying in the shadows.
There was only one bike outside.
“Something happened,” I whispered.
“There’s a fuckin’ genius,” Easy spat, causing me to draw a sharp breath.
“Get the fuck out here and square up.”
“What?” I spat, stepping out of the shadows in a hurry.
“You heard me. You want to run up making ‘big man’ decisions, well you ain’t the fuckin’ man here. I am. Step the fuck up. How the fuck are you going to look me in my eye back there with your mom and say you’re going to follow me to Georgia in a year, and then come here and hop on Makaveli’s dick and take a patch. A patch to my club. I said we were gonna talk about shit, Blaze.”
He was red in the face and screaming so loudly I was certain the cops were going to be called. He was twice as loud as the music had ever been.
“Easy–” My lips floundered as I tried to process what he was saying and not scold him about his tone. Something told me that wouldn’t go over well, even if it was killing me to say something. “I– you–”
“‘I–you–‘ you sound like a fucking child. You want to be a man, but you aren’t acting like one. You’re out here acting like a dumbass.”
Marchella stepped out into the light, her hair was a mess, it was obvious I’d been using it as a fuck leash.
Easy lifted his chin, and stared down at me, judging me in that silent way of his.
“I just need to know why–” His voice rose and cracked.
“I thought you were staying.”
“Wh–? You heard me say we were going. You said you were going, too. You and March, off to Georgia with me and Trista and May—”
I nodded, my gaze shifting to the porch where Trista remained.
Her arms were folded across her chest, her smile firmly in place, despite her husband's outburst.
“Are you done yet?” she asked once he paused for air.
Easy whipped around like he meant to fuck someone up over the question. When he found no one but his wife standing there his jaw went slack with disbelief.
“What the fuck do you mean am I done, Trista? This is my nephew. I– I can’t fucking leave him to this shit.”
Trista tipped her head, and I could have sworn the smile met her eyes.
“Go– where, Eric?” she finally huffed, stepping down off the porch. “Where exactly did you think you would whisk me and our son off to?”
Easy’s clenched fist slowly uncurled.
“Wh– what the fuck are you talking about? We talked about this, babe. We’re going to Atlanta with Oak and Crystal.”
Trista gave a sardonic laugh and shook her head, “No, Eric. You told me we were going to Georgia. You unilaterally made a snap decision because your bestie and your nephew were in town. Well, guess what? Me and May aren’t going anywhere. Your nephew ain’t either, now.”
She paused and looked at me, “Sorry, but if it's any comfort to you, I know what you want. And I can help you with that, but I can only help if I’m here and I had to use you to do that.”
“W– Are you saying you just used me to checkmate your husband?” I blurted out, finally catching on.
“Aunt Trista!” Marchella exclaimed.
Trista raised her shoulder and gave an apologetic half smile to her niece, “Baby, I don’t function without marijuana. Okay? I’m down to two pharmaceuticals, just two. It feels great. Real empowering, but if I don’t have those two pills and just the right amount of weed to buffer them in between, my thoughts spin, my demons roar, I disappear inside of myself and stop functioning. I’m not a mother, I’m not a wife, I’m a fucking shell of a person. I refuse to move to a state where I can be put in prison for the medication I require to function on a daily basis. If my husband cannot accept that, I don’t know what to tell him. You might be angry with me, love, but I promise, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll personally see that my brother and son have his back, and I will stay here until the day he leaves even if his uncle doesn’t. You have my word on that. If no one else will support y’all, Auntie Trista will.”
I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten. Some people said that shit worked. I did it twice and they were still arguing in a circle around me.
“I can’t believe you,” Easy whispered, and I looked up in time to see him back stepping a few paces. He stared at Trista a long while then shifted his gaze to me, “I’m sorry, nephew. I never thought I’d have to protect you from the woman I saved.”
He turned and walked off without a word. His bike fired up a few minutes later and he took off.
Marchella had tears in her eyes, and she was staring at me like she was waiting on me to react. They both were.
“There’s a guest room,” I mumbled, before numbly making my way inside.