Free Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club) by Savannah Rylan Page B

mouth against his, showing him how good he felt inside me by assaulting his tongue with mine.
    The passion of our kiss set me off again, and a second orgasm began to develop. I clenched my legs around his back, pushing him deeper into me. I rode him hard and fast, triggering him. He grunted as we came together, his seed spilling inside me.
    Gently he released me to the ground, the linoleum cold under my bare feet.
    “Oh my God, that was so fucking good,” I murmured against his skin.
    “Yes it was.”
    I looked up at him, dark eyes with answers lurking behind them. What was it about him that made all of the feel so easy? I didn’t trust anyone, but Blaze, something was different. In every way I needed it to be.
    “Will you stay?”
    “The night?” He questioned.
    “Yeah.”
    “Do you ask guys to stay often?”
    “No,” and that was the truth.
    He kissed me again, my body still trembling slightly from my last orgasm. “I’ll stay. For you.”

TWO
    The next morning I reached for him in bed. I wasn’t the type to want to snuggle, but damn’t if he didn’t make me want to. But I came up empty. He was gone, and I was alone. One night with Blaze wasn’t enough, but in my sex induced coma I hadn’t thought to get his number. Shit.
    I looked at my phone, time to get to the club. Time to go to work.
    ***
    After a quick drive to the club the sweat had pooled under my leather. It was fucking hot and I needed a drink. I put the dome on top of my bike and walked across the hot asphalt toward my club.
    The coolness of the air conditioning struck as soon as I opened the door. There were only a couple guys in the club, considering it was early morning. The smell of tobacco wafted through the air, and filled my nostrils, as I looked around for my father. The crack of pool balls came from the back room, so I assumed he was playing with one of the guys. All the grunt workers would be arriving in an hour or so, just enough time for me to talk to Dad before grabbing some breakfast. I wanted to expand our business, but he didn't want me to have any say in it. The president of the club never did. But, I knew if there was anyone who could change his mind, it was his little girl.
    “Larry, where's Rogue?” I asked, as I sat down on a barstool. My dark hair fell in my face, and I shoved it out of the way.
    He cracked open a beer, and sent it down the mahogany bar. “He's in the back room. He’s got a meeting.”
    “A meeting? Without the club?” That didn’t make sense. We were family; everything we did affected one another.
    Larry shrugged, his mountainous shoulders lifting up his whole body. “You know that ain't my business.”
    “And I also know that you see everything that happens in this club. So, tell me what the hell is going on.”
    He rolled his eyes at me even though he knew I was right. “It's a prospect. I guess he's interviewing him or whatever.”
    Larry always knew what was going on; it didn't matter that he didn't wear a cut. He had wanted to join years ago, but a terrible back injury derailed his plans. He couldn’t ride anymore, so he didn’t feel right joining but this was the only job he knew, so he stayed around. Not to mention, he was a damn good bartender; just not the best secret keeper.
    I took another swig of my beer, and set it down on the counter, fully prepared to go in, and talk to my father, regardless of what he was doing. Before I had a chance, he walked through the back doors with two other members on his heels. Behind them followed a guy I had just met last night. Blaze.
    I attempted to shield my eyes. “Oh fuck.”
    Larry looked at me with his pale blue eyes. “Problem?”
    “You could say that.”
    I looked at the guy again. An overwhelming part of me wanted to ignore him. Then, another part of me remembered last night. His muscles rippling beneath that tight black shirt; how well he could handle a girl like me. I shook the image of him ripping off that shirt out of my mind. If he