Free Taming Blaze by Sabrina Paige

before my eyes - Dani, naked underneath me, my mouth on her lips, her breasts, her pussy.  I could still taste her.  Don’t touch a hair on her head?   I’d already touched more than that.  I’d been everywhere.  Guillermo Arias was going to kill me.
    Dani's eyes widened, and her face turned pale as she stood there, silent.  Shit.   She did not look happy to see me.  In fact, I was probably the last person on earth she wanted to see.  Who could blame her?  I’m sure she didn’t think she was going to screw a dirty biker on the side of the road and ever run into him again.
    Guillermo broke the silence .  “I apologize for my daughter’s rudeness.  As I said, she’s not entirely happy with this arrangement.”
    “Blaze will provide protection, keep you at the safe house until everything’s clear ,” Mad Dog said.
    “Dani,” I said.
    Her lips parted, but no sound came out.  I couldn’t tell if she was angry or embarrassed.
    “Nice to meet you,” I said.  “I’m Blaze.”
    I felt an undercurrent of electricity between us, the same heat we’d had in the hotel.  It ran through my veins and I felt my blood boil, thinking about her touch.  I wanted to scoop her up in my arms, carry her away and get her out of here, away from this life.  It was some kind of primal instinct.  It took everything I had to stand there, rooted in the ground, and not rush to her.
    “ I'm Dani,” she said, her gaze never leaving me, heat flashing in her eyes.
    When she spoke, I knew it.  I knew it more than I’d know n anything else in my life.  I knew that this girl would wreck me.

"This is such bullshit!"  Balling up a tee-shirt, I threw it in a bag.  “I’m so glad I unpacked everything just to have to repack it a ll. Where am I being banished, anyway?" 
    My father stood just inside my bedroom, scowling.  “It's for your own protection.  We talke d about this."
    I returned to my closet to grab shoes.  I picked up a pair of Jimmy Choos, then set them back down.  Obviously there was no need for dress shoes.  I glanced at the safe in the back of my closet.  Should I bring a weapon?   I grabbed a more sensible pair of sneakers and walked out of the closet.  “So you’re telling me I'm supposed to just sit in a fucking house somewhere.  You won’t even tell me where.  And with some guy I don’t even know."
    "It will be someone safe, someone I trust."  My father paused.  "Clean up your fucking language.  I won't sit here and listen to you yell at me with that filthy mouth.  You're not a thug."
    "Daddy, please."  I sat on the bed.  I didn't need this now.  I came home to get away from Billy, clear my head, have a little fun this summer.  Suddenly the issue with Billy paled in comparison.  It seemed like it happened a million years ago.  "I want to see my friends, hang out at the beach, do normal stuf f regular college students do."
    "You're not a normal college student."  My father sat down in an overstuffed chair near my bed.  "I'm sorry you don't like it, but all this?"  He gestured at the room.  "All this is because of my work.  You are where you are because of it, and you could express a little more gratitude for your present situation."
    "The present situation is that I'm being shuttled off to some craphole in the middle of nowhere, away from everyone I know , for my protection ."  I spit out the last words, furious with him.  I had friends in Los Angeles, people I knew.   "I don't even know where I'm going."
    "You don't need to know.  It's for your own good."
    I laughed bitterly.  "How come everything is for my own good?  I'm sick of hearing th at.  I'm sick of all of this."
    Anger flashed in his eyes.  "I would highly advise that you don’t say something you’ll regret.  If you don’t like all of this , as you say, I can arrange so you won’t have to deal with any of it ever again.”  It wasn’t simple fatherly advice.  It was a direct threat, coming from a man