Blue Fire

Chapter Sixteen - Resurfacing

Six months later...

CATCHER

Her mouth was wrapped tight around my cock and doing a good job. Her name started with M, maybe an N, and she was definitely enjoying what she was doing.

Downstairs the brothers were still hanging out. It wasn't a party, it was just a Friday night and we'd ended up drinking down there. I'd spotted this bitch and gone for it.

Now, I was getting close but something was missing. I closed my eyes and grabbed her hair tighter, only spurring her on further. I hadn't had a good orgasm in six months, nothing that satisfied me like I wanted to be. And why that was made me angry as all hell.

"Fuck," I groaned and shot my load down her throat, the sensation nothing like I wanted it to be. She was one of many who'd done their tour in my room lately, and none of them had given me what I wanted.

She sucked me clean and I got kinda disgusted at how she did it with almost avid pleasure. When she was done, she sat back, wiped at her mouth and smiled up at me through her fake eyelashes. Her eyes were blue, but there was a difference between blue and blue fire.

She started standing up, going for her top and I put myself away before I stood and zipped up. "Get out."

Her hands stopped and her eyes came to me like I'd told her something devastating.

"But-"

"Just get the fuck out Misty."

"It's Miranda."

"Whatever, go."

I grabbed my smokes from my nightstand and lit up whilst she got the fuck out of my room and disappeared from my radar.

I was tense, we all were. Things with Harts had gotten worse since we took out another two of his men in revenge for Try and Avery. He'd started cutting into our business, trying desperately to highjack any and all shipments we got, they were legit shipments of parts we needed for the shop, but he was stealing it because he was a jackass. I wasn't personally there but I knew everything about it. He'd had people lying in wait for at least four runs and each time he'd been found. I was getting close to getting involved personally, even though that was something I'd shelved a long time ago. Now, we were waiting for what he'd do next. He'd tried his hand at stealing from us, murdering us, and yet he hadn't made a dent. Whatever came next would be big and we were all on edge because of it.

That and the club was divided. Green and his crew still couldn't really stand me, and Green himself seemed to be on a mission to either take my place or get his ass beaten. It had been six months and he still hadn't gotten over it. None of them had, proving exactly how much of a shit-stirrer she actually was. I'd had her several times, and yet they seemed more fucked up about her going on the wind than I was.

When we all realized she was gone, no word to anyone, Pile had gone berserk. He'd torn up her room like a goddamned bulldozer before getting on his bike and going. He'd been gone for about two months and when he came back he was changed in a way. He didn't stick to them anymore but went along with his business and stayed away from social situations.

To me it was what it was, she was stripper-pussy at the end of the day. She'd turned some of us but she didn't make us all fall.

I heard some commotion downstairs and stubbed my smoke out before I shrugged on my cut and walked out.

**

SARA

I didn't want to go back.