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  Craved

  A Devils Blaze MC Novella

  Jordan Marie

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  CRAVED

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  1. Sabre

  2. Annie

  3. Sabre

  4. Annie

  5. Sabre

  6. Annie

  7. Sabre

  8. Annie

  9. Sabre

  10. Annie

  11. Sabre

  12. Annie

  13. Sabre

  14. Annie

  15. Sabre

  16. Annie

  17. Sabre

  Epilogue

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  Copyright © 2016 by Jordan Marie

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Art by Mayhem Custom Creations

  WARNING: This book contains sexual situations, violence and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above. This book may also contain emotional triggers. Please read with caution.

  CRAVED

  A Devil’s Blaze MC Novella

  By: Jordan Marie

  Annie

  Some men defy description.

  I deal with books. I know every adjective in the English language and I can’t describe Sabre.

  He’s a biker with a filthy mouth and a dirty mind and he sets me on fire.

  I’ve lived in the shadows my whole life, afraid to see what is beyond my own little corner of the world.

  Sabre makes me step outside my safe zone.

  He makes me crave…more.

  Sabre

  Annie is everything I shouldn’t want.

  From that uptight dress to the hair she wears in a damn bun, down to those black rimmed glasses. We don’t fit. A librarian and a biker, and if that’s not cliché enough, she has cats!

  I should run.

  I’m not going to. One taste and I only want more.

  There’s a tiger hiding behind that uptight prude disguise she’s wearing and once I get my teeth into her…

  I’m never letting go.

  1

  Sabre

  Sometimes you just have to say screw it and jump in. Life’s too fucking short for regrets. Sometimes you just have to say screw it and jump in. Life’s too fucking short for regrets.

  It’s happened to my brothers before—so, I know it can. That thunderbolt feeling that strikes you with just one look. I just never fucking expected it to happen to me. I’m the most jaded motherfucker to walk the face of the Earth. There’s a reason I wound up a member of the Devil’s Blaze Motorcycle Club. I don’t fucking deal well with rules, I don’t deal well with people, and I don’t like living life the way some other fucker tells me I should. So, the fact that I’m standing here in the middle of a fucking street in the small, sleepy town of Slade, Kentucky, panting after some uptight bitch, knocks me on my ass.

  It’s August for fuck’s sake and one of the hottest months ever on record. It’s easily a hundred and two out here and this bitch is wearing a long-sleeved, gray dress that comes up to her damn chin and some kind of fancy nylon tights on her legs under that. About the only thing that looks like she dressed for the weather is the tight little bun she’s pulled her white-gold hair into and, fuck me, that looks painful. The thing is, despite how stupid the outfit is, it is sexy as hell. The dress hugs curves that go on for fucking miles. Tits that would more than fill my hands, and legs…fuck, those legs were made to wrap around a man. Hell, those pointy-heeled shoes she has on, alone, make my dick stand up and take notice.

  I want to pull that hair down and wrap it around my hand while I’m feeding her every inch of my cock. Her skin is creamy milk with just a hint of color, and she has these thick-rimmed, black glasses on and everything about her screams uptight teacher. Hell, suddenly I want to go back to school. She’s looking under the hood of a beat-up, old Chevy Blazer and waving steam out of her face. I can already tell its overheating. Then again, so am I.

  “Car trouble?” I ask, sounding bored, but honestly I’m anything but. Shit, if my cock gets any harder, I’m going to have to jack off right here in the middle of the street.

  She looks up at me and even through the glasses I can see the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever laid sight on. Damn. It just keeps getting better. Her sweet, little pink tongue comes out and brushes across her lips, and any brain cells I had left that weren’t already directing energy to my dick are gone now.

  “Uh…yes…I called Triple A, though,” she says and her voice is sweet and soft, and I’m dying to know how it sounds when full of pleasure.

  “You’re not from around here are you, honey?”

  “I…I just moved here from Illinois. I took the job at the county library.”

  Librarian. Fuck me, my brain keeps telling me to turn away, and if I could talk any sense at all into my dick right now, I would. That ship has sailed, though. I’m going to nail this woman, it’s just a matter of when at this point.

  “I thought so,” I mumble, looking under the hood of her vehicle. I’m pretty sure I know the problem, but just to make sure, I get down on the ground and crawl under the SUV.

  “You don’t have to do this. I’m sure they’ll be sending someone out any minute now.”

  “That’s why I knew you weren’t from around here. You’re in the backwoods of Kentucky, honey. Nearest tow would be Ray’s, two counties over, and when he gets here, he’ll either be shit-faced, horny, or both.”

  “I…I’m sure…I can find someone…”

  “Your water pump is blown,” I inform her, deciding to lay on the ground a moment longer because the view of those fucking fantastic legs of hers that I’m getting through the slit of her skirt is amazing. Jesus.

  “I…will that take a long time to fix?” She asks, looking down at her…Mickey Mouse watch?

  I get up and slam the hood down on her ride and watch as she steps back to look at me. Those blue eyes of hers are wide, but I’m not sure if it’s with fear or something else. Her nipples are hard and poking through that tight-ass dress, so I’m hoping it’s something else entirely.

  “What’s your name, honey?”

  “Um…Annabelle.”

  “Of course it is,” I answer, shaking my damn head. Hell, even her name is wholesome.

  “I’m sorry?” She asks, those blue eyes full of confusion.

  “Not a thing, Annie, not a damn thing. Okay, let’s load you on my bike and get you home. I’ll get one of the boys to fix your car and drop it off.”

  “You…I mean, do you run a garage?”

  “Something like that,” I agree, shaking my head.

  I follow as she goes around to the driver’s side of her car and gets her purse and some folders. She bends over and that clingy fabric she’s wearing tightens up on her ass, and I nearly cum in my fucking jeans. As it is, I can’t stop the groan that leaves my lips. She straightens up and looks back at me. Her gaze goes down and watches my hand. The hand just happens to be palming my cock so I can adjust myself. Heat rises on her cheeks and it looks fucking good on her. I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman who blushes.

  “I’m not s
ure I should be going anywhere with you…Mr.…What was your name again?”

  “Sabre.”

  “Sabre?”

  “That’s my name, honey. Now, it’s hotter than hell out here and I’m looking for you to stroke out any minute, so how about you get a move on and haul your ass to my bike.”

  “Your bike?”

  “Yeah, my bike.”

  “I’m not dressed to ride on a bike, Mr….umm…Sabre.”

  She’s fucking sweet. So sweet she makes me want to taste her to see if her pussy is as sweet as she is. I bet she’s luscious and juicy like a peach.

  “Honey, get your shit. I got things to do, and I’m not leaving you out in this heat.” When she continues not to move and just stares at me, I sigh heavily. “Do it Annie, or I’ll carry you. It’s your choice.”

  She jerks at my words. Then she continues watching me for a minute. Finally, she must have assumed (correctly) that I wasn’t kidding and starts walking away. I grab her arm just to make sure she doesn’t get away and lead her to my bike. The muscles in her wrist tighten up under my hold, but she doesn’t pull away. It takes her three tries to get on the back of my bike with that long-ass skirt and fuck-me shoes. I watch it all over my shoulder and love the way the dress pulls up to her knees. I grieve that I’m on a deadline because I’d love to get a look at what she’s hiding under that dress. I will, eventually. I make myself that promise.

  “Where do you live, honey?”

  “The old farmhouse on Turkey Ridge?”

  A farmhouse? I’m still shaking my head as I pull out on the street. Ms. Annie has hit me like a motherfucking thunderbolt. I’m screwed.

  2

  Annie

  When your father is a minister, you can go wild or stay safe. When your father is also a monster, you pick safe. Still, I’ve always wondered what life was like on the wild side.

  Every warning my father ever drummed in my head is replaying. Every beating I ever took by his belt flashes in my memory. You might think those memories would disappear since I am now twenty-six years old. They don’t. They are always there…heavy in my chest and lying like a weight holding me down. Still, when this big (and I mean huge) man stands in front of me wearing faded jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather vest, dirty-blond hair, sunglasses, and tattoos…everywhere…my first instinct isn’t to run. No, my first instinct is to lick him from head to toe. I obviously don’t, but the more he looks at me like he wants to eat me up, the more I’m tempted. I briefly think of my favorite bedtime story as a kid, ‘Little Red Riding Hood’. No wonder Little Red ended up being eaten by the wolf. If the wolf were anywhere near as potent as the man in front of me, I would have, too.

  Temptation. That’s it, really. He is a temptation, and I really should walk away. How many times has it been drummed into my head that temptation comes before the fall? This man has danger written all over him. There’s no way I could survive any type of a fall if he’s involved. He’s not safe. He’s not for me. That’s the mantra I keep replaying in my mind as he drives me home. I try to ignore the scent of him I catch on the wind, or how my arms feel wrapped around him. I try. I’m not sure I succeed.

  When we pull into my faded, blacktop driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief that this is over. Now, I can steer away from him and ignore the feeling of sadness that gives me. It takes me two tries to get off his bike, I guess that’s an improvement from getting on. I hold my hand on Sabre’s shoulder to steady myself. I almost fall trying to stand on the small point of my six- inch heels. Sabre’s large, muscular hand grabs my hip and steadies me. I stare at him and wish his sunglasses were gone.

  “Careful there, Annie,” his husky voice tells me and chills of awareness slide up my spine. There’s a heat where his hand covers my hip. It warms in intensity and spreads slowly over my body. It’s more than just electricity. Can he feel it, too? His fingers flex and again, I grieve the fact I can’t see his eyes. He took off his sunglasses when he crawled under my car, but I didn’t get to see their color. I really want to.

  “Thank you for your help,” I tell him, closing my right hand into a fist and letting my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. I use that small bite of pain to help me concentrate because all I really want to do is touch him.

  “I’ll have the boys drop off your ride tonight.”

  “Are you sure? It’s late? I don’t want to cause…”

  “I’m sure. I have an errand to do for the club, but I’ll check back.”

  Okay, so I can admit to myself that I was kind of hoping he would at least try to come inside. It’s crazy but true all the same. I give him a small smile.

  “If you have them bring a bill, I’ll pay them. Thank you again, Sabre.”

  “Be seeing you soon.”

  I walk away and don’t respond to his words.

  “Annie?” Sabre yells, just as I make it to my front door.

  I turn to look at him, pasting on the smile I give all the customers at the library where I work. “Yes?”

  “I said I’ll be seeing you,” he claims again, his voice frank but full of promise.

  “I doubt that,” I answer honestly.

  “Why’s that?”

  “You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. I doubt you’ve ever been in one.”

  His bark of laughter follows me into the house.

  3

  Sabre

  A smart man would run from trouble unless that trouble has a body that doesn’t quit. Then he grabs it and rides the fuck out of it.

  I watch her ass sway as she walks inside, hypnotized by the movement. I’m still laughing. You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. Little girl has no idea. I’m going to come. I’m going to come a lot in that damn library. I’m going to come so often that every minute she’s at work she’ll not be able to concentrate. All she will do is remember all the places where I fucked her unconscious and left her full of my cum.

  I don’t even like denying myself now, but I do. Skull sent me on a job today, and I got to get that shit finished. We’ve been having some trouble with a rival club that followed us here out of Georgia. The Chrome Saints were ruled over by Visor, an old son of a bitch that was evil through and through. The world would be a better place if he no longer drew breath. He hated Skull. I’m not sure what the beef was between the two, but I know that it had something to do with Skull’s old lady, Beth. All any of us really knows is that Visor and Skull have a personal war that spewed over into the clubs. There was a war, but after we had lost Beth, a tentative truce was put in place. The last year has been quiet and a welcome relief after all of the uproar in the past.

  Losing Beth has been hard on Skull, and we enjoy the quiet we have found here. At least we had until yesterday, when reports filtered in that another MC Club was spotted close to our territory. At first we didn’t think much about it. We figured it was Dragon and the boys, but after getting a detailed description on their jackets, it was best we check it out. One of the reasons Skull makes such a good fucking President is that we never get caught with our pants down. I’m not about to let that change now, just because I have a hard-on for a piece of tail. The club comes first.

  Always.

  “What the hell do you mean there was no sign, hermano?”

  “Exactly what I said, Boss. There was no sign of any club in the area. Locals denied it, our police contacts denied it, and hell, we even searched hotels in the area looking for bikes. It was a wild goose chase.”

  “Something is going on, or we would not have heard the rumors,” Skull responds, and while I agree with him, I am at a loss on what our next move is. Pistol, the club VP, is not quite as impassive.

  “I think it’s time we take over the Savage Clubhouse. I haven’t trusted that fucker, Dragon, from day one. I know you have this deal with him, but that asshole is shady.”

  It’s an old fight. Skull has gotten pretty close with the Savage Crew. Pistol and Briar were against entering into an allia
nce with them; however, majority still ruled and most of the club only saw us being stronger with the Savage Brothers on our side. I voted to go ahead with the alliance myself. I hadn’t seen anything I disliked from the other club.

  “Ciérralo!” Skull orders and the room goes quiet. It is an old fight between the Pres and his second, and it’s easy to tell that the Pres is getting tired of the shit storm that Pistol keeps making out of it. “It is done. Majority vote made the decision and that is final. El fin. Si?”

  Pistol stares hard at Skull but, eventually, backs down. You can feel the tension in the room, though. It’s thick. The saying ‘you could cut it with a knife’ comes to mind. Those two are going to go head to head soon and if Pistol gains control of the club, I won’t stay. I’ll go back to the main chapter in Georgia. He’s a hot head, and I’m not about to lay my ass on the line, daily, for him. My loyalty is to Skull. He’s saved our asses time and time again. If Pistol gets the club, there’s no way it will remain the same.

  “Where are Beast and Torch?” I ask because it’s way too fucking quiet in the main clubhouse.

  “They are at that woman’s house you sent Keys and Shaft to,” Briar answers before anyone else, and I’m instantly annoyed.

  “What the fuck are Torch and Beast doing there? I sent the prospects to fix the water pump and deliver her truck. Where are they?”