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I sigh, and Blaze’s tongue slides into my mouth.
I moan, the sound muffled, as his tongue dances with mine.
Blaze kisses me like no one ever has.
His kiss is possessive and protective, and I melt against him.
Blaze’s fingers tighten on the back of my neck, and his other arm tightens around me.
His tongue strokes mine, and I can’t help but grind down against him.
Blaze growls into the kiss, and my entire body trembles.
Blaze breaks the kiss, his lips brushing against mine.
I think he’s going to say something, something that makes my heart pound. It’s impossible, but I want him to tell me he feels the same pull that I do. That I’m not the only one at risk of falling, even though it’s so fast.
A memory strikes me out of nowhere. My mother and I lying on the beach while my dad stood strong in the surf, fishing. I’d asked how she knew dad was the one. I’d been twelve and in love with the idea of love, and they’d been high school sweethearts.
She’d looked at me, her face so similar to mine—everyone said I got my looks from her but my personality was all Dad—and smiled. She’d looked back at my dad, and the smile changed, into something soft and full of love. I wanted someone who made me smile like that. I swore then I’d find that person.
Then she’d told me. “Sometimes, it just hits you. Like a lightning strike that sets off a blaze. We met at the homecoming football game, and I knew by the end of the night, he would be the man I’d marry.” She wrapped an arm around my neck and hugged me close. “Find your blaze, sweetheart. Don’t settle for anything less.”
My eyes focus again on the man before me, the red embers from earlier gone but the heat still there in the dark brown of his irises. It can’t be a coincidence that my mom told me to find my blaze, and now the man who’s sworn to keep me safe and is unknowingly scaling the walls of my heart is named Blaze.
I open my mouth—to say what, I have no idea.
“Kennedy!”
I jolt, pulling away from Blaze’s hypnotic gaze, and turn to see the petite and very pregnant blonde waddling towards me. Cinder follows her like a grumpy shadow, but there’s no mistaking the devotion in his eyes.
Lacy lets him help her down onto the low lounger, grinning when he drops a kiss to the top of her head. She turns her attention back to me, not seeming to even care that I’m sitting in Blaze’s lap.
“I was so glad to hear that you were going to be here, too,” Lacy starts right in, her hands gesturing wildly as she talks. “I know it’s to keep you safe and all, but, damn, I didn’t want to be the only woman here other than the club girls.” Her nose wrinkles in distaste.
I glance up at Blaze, who’s watching Lacy with amusement.
“Club girls?” I ask, and Cinder growls, his arms folded across his broad chest.
“Club girls,” Blaze answers, “are the women who stick around the clubhouse. They party, they drink. Chainz and the boys keep them around.”
“They’re basically strippers,” Lacy adds, her nose still wrinkled before she smiles apologetically. “Honestly, a lot of them are good girls. They just are drawn to the bad-boy image of the bikers. The ones who’ve been around for a while know not to try anything with Cinder, but I’ve had to put a few of the newer ones in their place when they tried sitting on his lap.”
Cinder snorts, and Lacy glares at him.
“They still try shit with you?” Blaze sounds amused, and Cinder rolls his eyes.
“I’m about to be happily bound,” the demon replies. “I don’t give a fuck about them.”
Lacy beams up at Cinder, and the demon softens, his hand going to her stomach.
“How’s the brewery going? Shipment almost ready to go for the Barrows?” Blaze asks, tugging me back against his chest.
I give in, melting against him. It feels right, being held in his arms while talking with Cinder and Lacy. With Enzo, there was never intimacy or belonging. The women couldn’t speak when the men were in discussions. Once, someone had told me that other families treasured their women, but after years with Enzo, it was hard to imagine.
“Shipment is ready,” Cinder answers. “Just waiting on the confirmation from Malachi. Apparently, not even the Nightshade Vampires are more powerful than bureaucracy, and he’s still waiting on some permits. I doubt he’ll have them before we deal with the Light Justicars, so it’s all good.”
Lacy shifts, her hand going to her swollen belly, and Cinder’s eyes narrow.
