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  Blaze pushed harder against her, bringing his other hand to her sex and rubbing against her clit. Noelle bucked her hips forward, grinding up into his hands to increase her pleasure.

  Blaze drove her into a frenzy with his masterful fingers, and when she thought she would explode, he finally gave her what she was begging for, bringing his mouth to her sex and licking.

  Noelle’s cries filled the room and her thighs trembled as Blaze’s tongue ran over her most delicate parts, tasting every inch of her. He continued to move his tongue against her, using his fingers, and pushing her until her eyes rolled back in her head and her breath came in quick bursts.

  Opening her slowly, he slid his tongue inside her, teasing before he plunged it in further.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, tasting her and then sucking and gently tugging at her clit with his lips.

  Noelle could take no more and she cried out loudly, shaking on the bed as pleasure coursed through her, wave after wave.

  There was no relaxing after her powerful orgasm, for Blaze was off the bed and grabbing a condom. He rolled it down his newly-erect length, climbing on top of Noelle and pushing into her before she was ready.

  “Argh!” she cried out, as she stretched for Blaze, his incredible length completely filling her.

  Blaze cried out loudly, grunting as he thrust into her again, not holding back. He drove into her again and again, gripping her thighs, hoisting her legs up onto his shoulders.

  He entered her even more deeply, and Noelle cried out, remembering how Blaze had done a similar move last weekend. She had only slept with two other men before Todd and none of them had ever been able to enter her so deeply.

  As Blaze continued to pound her, she thought she might break into a thousand pieces. Blaze rolled onto his back, pulling Noelle on top of him. He gripped her by her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he controlled the depth and speed of her ride.

  Noelle couldn’t keep her head from rolling back as she rode on top of Blaze, and she was delighted when he allowed her to take control. She braced her palms against his solid, inked chest and slowly moved her hips up and down his shaft.

  “Fuck,” Blaze groaned, his eyes boring into hers.

  He felt so good inside her that even though Noelle wanted to move slowly, she couldn’t help herself, and she picked up the pace, her clit rubbing against him in the most delicious way.

  “I’m going to come,” she exclaimed.

  “Wait!” he ordered, grasping her by the hips again and thrusting himself up and inside her. He groaned again, arching his back up under her. “Now!” he commanded.

  Noelle let go, feeling her body obey her as she came for Blaze, and then seconds later, she felt Blaze explode within her, followed by his strangled cry.

  Together they came and then Noelle collapsed on Blaze’s chest, completely spent.

  Blaze stroked her hair as small aftershocks ran through their bodies.

  “What is it about you?” he asked, mostly to himself.

  Noelle raised her head to look at him. “I’m sure you do this kind of thing all the time,” she said dryly.

  Blaze gave her a peculiar look and then turned his head away.

  “So you’ve already judged me,” he said quietly.

  Noelle wasn’t sure how to respond. She still felt slightly drunk, and she didn’t see any reason to be anything than forthcoming with Blaze. She had been crazy to come out here for a second time, and she certainly wouldn’t be coming back to Vegas again.

  “Maybe,” she agreed, “but don’t tell me that you haven’t judged me, too.”

  “I was wrong about you,” he explained, “I thought you would never call me but you did.”

  “Well, you know the reasons why,” she said uncomfortably.

  “Sex and money,” he said flatly. There was a silence. “But I feel like there is more to it.”

  “Probably my bipolar disorder,” Noelle blurted out. She clapped her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe that she just said that aloud.

  Blaze whipped his head back to look at her. “What did you say?” his voice was hard.

  Mortified, Noelle kept her hand over her mouth and shook her head. The damned liquor!

  “What did you say?” he slowly repeated.

  “Please. Just forget it. I don’t know what has gotten into me.” She tried to push herself up off the bed, but Blaze grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

  Tears filled Noelle’s eyes. She didn’t know why she was so upset now that Blaze knew she had a mental illness. It’s not like she'd be seeing him again after this weekend. She was always so embarrassed by her disorder, and she never wanted to be defined by it. But now Blaze, who barely knew her, would judge her based on it.

  “You are bipolar?” he asked, a strange expression on his face.

  “Yes, and I’m not proud of it,” she said bitterly, freeing her wrist from his grasp. “I’m not sure why I just admitted it to you.”

  Comprehension dawned on Blaze’s face, and his face suddenly softened. “No, no, no,” he said gently, this time taking her hand. “I’m not judging you.”

  Noelle narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re not?”

  “No, not at all. I promise. I’m just so surprised because...” he took a deep breath... “Because I’m bipolar too.”

  “What?” This was definitely not what Noelle had expected.

  “Yes. I’m bipolar too. It’s from my mother’s side of the family. My brother managed to escape the illness, but not me. I struggle with keeping it under control. I sometimes think my father would rather turn everything over to my brother instead of me because he’s 'of sound mind.' ” Blaze gave a little laugh. “I wish he would turn it over to my brother.”

  “So, you also struggle?” Noelle asked carefully. It seemed too good to be true – that she and Blaze could bond over something so intimate, so personal, and so painful.

  Blaze nodded, sitting up on the bed. Noelle sat up with him.

  “All my life. It took until I was almost fifteen to diagnose. We thought I was losing my mind. The rash decisions, the poor thought process. The highs and lows.” He shook his head. “My biggest problem is forgetting to take my medicine.”

  Noelle nodded understandably. “I’m pretty good with taking my meds, but I can make really bad decisions.” She gave him a sheepish grin. “I keep thinking that getting involved with you last weekend, and then coming out here again...” She trailed off.

  Blaze choked out a laugh. “Bad decisions?”

  She nodded.

  Blaze shrugged. “Maybe. Though I can’t say I regret you making those poor decisions. How did you figure out that you were bipolar?”

  “It was taking over my life. My sister noticed it. I had been doing so well once we were living on our own, away from my parents. But then after a year or so, I just couldn’t function. I was so down and irritable for no reason. My poor sister. As if she didn’t have enough to deal with.”

  “You never told me why you and your sister moved away from your parents.”

  Apparently, Blaze had been listening to her quite well when they first met at the Mirage.

  Noelle shrugged. “It’s not a pretty story.”

  “They usually aren’t.”

  She shook her head. “I’ve shared enough for one night. I don’t want to share anymore.”

  “What are you afraid of?” Blaze pressed.

  “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said stubbornly.

  “Then why are you embarrassed?”

  This time he found the root of her problem.

  Shame.

  “I don’t want my past to follow me,” she said angrily, unable to help her rising emotions. “I worked so hard to rise above it. I want it behind me. I don’t want to share it. Every time I share it, the more present it becomes.”

  Blaze gently put his hand on her arm. “I don’t believe that. I think sharing about the past helps you move past it. And I don’t think you have to be asham
ed. Your past is what made you the person you are today. You don’t have to embrace it, but it plays a part in who you are.”

  Noelle shook her head. “Not for me. It plays no part.”

  “I don’t believe that. I would imagine that your life choices, your decisions, even things like your career choice probably stem, at least in part, from things in your past.”

  “That’s enough,” Noelle said, hating that Blaze was right. She jumped off the bed, and grabbed up her clothes.

  “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t be that way. Come on, Noelle. Come back to bed.”

  Noelle gave him a long look. Blaze’s eyes were gloriously blue, and his hair was tousled in a sexy just-fucked kind of way. Not to mention his amazing body.

  “Ahh, I just can’t say no to you,” she sighed, falling back onto the bed.

  Blaze rolled on top of her, kissing her as his hands began once more to roam across her body. Noelle forgot about everything else as Blaze made her think of nothing but her unchained desire.

  Chapter Eight

  Hours later, Noelle woke up in Blaze’s arms.

  Her eyes popped open and she looked wildly around the room, disoriented.

  Then she remembered where she was, and whom she was with.

  She glanced over at Blaze, who looked childlike and peaceful as he slept. His eyelids gently fluttered from dreaming, and his face was smooth and serene. He certainly didn’t look like someone who grew up in a motorcycle gang.

  Noelle’s entire body was sore, and she had no idea what time it was. She also had a pounding headache and she knew it was the start of a hangover, thanks to all the alcohol they had consumed the night before.

  Groaning, she rolled off the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, quietly picking up her toiletry bag on the way. She didn’t want to disturb Blaze's sleep, and she also didn’t want him seeing her like this. She turned on the shower and stepped into its steamy heat. She washed her hair, and just as she was finished shaving her legs, she heard a sound behind her.

  She almost screamed when she turned around and came face to face with Blaze.

  “Good morning,” he said sleepily, his hungry eyes traveling over her body.

  “I thought you were sleeping!”

  “I was sleeping. But I heard the shower.” He continued to stare at her.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize. Seeing you sopping wet in the shower was worth waking up for.” He gave Noelle a wry grin as he pulled the door open. “Care if I join you?”

  “Not at all.” She stared dreamily as the water ran over his body, soaking his hair, darkening the ink on his shoulders.

  “Don’t get any ideas,’’ he teased, dunking his head under the stream of water. “We have a busy day ahead. We need a plan for tonight and we only have a day to pull it together.”

  Noelle looked uneasy at the thought. “Can we get away with it again?’’ she asked in a small voice.

  Blaze gave a cocky nod of his head. “Of course we can. I’m only going to involve a few other guys this time. Keep the group small. Once we’re cleaned up, we’ll go out and meet with them. I called them all yesterday so they know to meet us here this morning.”

  They finished up their shower, miraculously managing to keep their hands to themselves, but not without Blaze having a massive erection and grumbling about blue balls.

  Noelle dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple black t-shirt. She didn’t want to stand out while there, and she certainly wasn’t going to dress provocatively when she knew the other bikers would be ogling her.

  It was just past nine in the morning when they sat down at a long dining room table off the kitchen. There was a huge pile of eggs, bacon and toast, though Noelle had no idea who the cook was. She helped herself to a plate, at Blaze’s urging, and he went around the table introducing the three other men -James, Benny and Derek- to Noelle. They all seemed somewhat normal to her, but that could also be because they weren’t drunk or high.

  Noelle sat back and listened as they debated what casino to hit and how to go about it. They settled on the Bellagio, which made Noelle’s stomach churn, and then they debated the best way to pull off the heist.

  “Clearly, we need to take advantage of using a hostage again,” Blaze argued. “We should send Noelle in early, maybe even with one of you to keep an eye on her. Have her play for an hour or so, pretending to be drunk and making a scene.”

  Noelle quickly jumped in. “I don’t know if I can pretend to be drunk!”

  Blaze gave her a reassuring smile. “Sure you can. Nothing elaborate. Just slurring your words and getting a bit sloppy.”

  The plan eventually began to come together, and the men talked excitedly. As it began to truly take shape, and details were settled, Noelle wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. When had she become a danger junkie? As if robbing one casino in a lifetime wasn’t enough, she had come back for more a mere week later!

  It only took an hour to finalize the plan, and then Blaze and Noelle were alone again.

  “Nervous?” Blaze asked, taking her hand and guiding her back to his bedroom.

  She nodded, afraid she might cry if she opened her mouth to speak.

  “Everything will be fine, I promise.”

  “You can’t promise that,” she said.

  “Come on. Why don’t we go out somewhere for a little bit. We have a few hours to kill before we need to start getting ready.”

  Noelle stopped to look at him. “You want to actually go somewhere with me?”

  Blaze let out a laugh. “What? Did you think I was only interested in fucking you?”

  “Well, yes.”

  “Don’t get me wrong – I love fucking you. But I enjoy your company too. Come on. I know a good place we can escape to.”

  Smiling happily to herself, which was ridiculous because she was getting back on a plane in twenty-four hours, she let Blaze lead her out of the clubhouse and into the Escalade.

  Noelle got out of the car slowly, looking around. “Where are we?” she asked quietly.

  Blaze came around to the passenger side of the car. “Just a little corner of the desert.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  The desert surrounded them, yet here in the midst of the dry, barren land, was a circle of palm trees and a small pond.

  “I think the correct term is oasis,” Blaze said, leading Noelle away from the car, his shoes crunching on the desert sand.

  When Blaze had first turned off the main road and began driving through the desolate desert, Noelle felt her heart begin to pound. She hoped she hadn’t been foolish in trusting him.

  Well, of course she had been foolish in trusting him, but she was relieved to see where Blaze had actually brought her.

  “How did you find this place?” Noelle asked, moving toward the small pool of water, then taking a seat next to Blaze.

  Blaze adjusted his sunglasses. “I used to want to escape from my house a lot. My mother was always getting high and my father didn’t even try to hide the other women he would bring home. Sometimes my mom was too high to even know what was going on, and other times she would fly into these horrible rages. One time she came after my dad and another woman with a knife.”

  Noelle shook her head sadly. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s fine now. They made their choices and they have to live with them. But they weren’t my choices, and I hated that I had to live with their choices too. So I always wanted to get away. Once I had my license, I was able to get away from the house.”

  Noelle listened quietly, knowing that she and Blaze had more in common than he realized.

  “I guess that doesn’t make sense, huh?” he asked, giving her a wry smile.

  “More sense than you know.” She pushed at a stray piece of her hair. “So how are your parents now? I mean, are they still together?’’

  He laughed bitterly. “Oh yes, they are still together and dysfunctional as ever. But so are most of the couples in the gang
. My father continues to sleep around, which if you haven’t realized, is the norm in the clubhouse, and my mother continues to numb herself with drugs. She’s just a ghost of who she used to be. I have vague memories of her as a child, and some are happy. But she slowly slipped away as she moved deeper into her addiction.”

  Noelle nodded again.

  Blaze was perceptive. “You nod as if you know what I mean.”

  Noelle took a deep breath. She didn’t want to talk about her past, but she felt like it would be unfair not to share now, especially since Blaze was opening up to her.

  “I know a little too well. My mother was addicted to prescription drugs. I don’t really have any memories of her being a good mother. She was always locked in the bathroom, popping more pills. Washing them down with straight vodka. She would visit different doctors, working the system to keep a huge stock of pills. The bathroom vanity was filled with bottles.”

  “And your father?” Blaze’s eyes were probing.

  Noelle shook her head. “I think that’s why my mother started with the drugs in the first place. I think she realized what a despicable person he was, and that was her only way to cope.”

  “What made him so awful?”

  Noelle shook her head again, her eyes filling with tears. She hated that even after all this time, talking about her father still made her feel like a frightened little child.

  “It can’t be that bad.”

  “Oh it is,” Noelle said quickly. “He pimped out young girls. He ran a sex trafficking ring. It doesn’t get any more disgusting than that, does it?” she asked harshly. “And the worst part is that I think he pimped out my older sister. I’ve never asked her directly, and I don’t want to. But there were lots of signs.”

  Blaze let out a low whistle. “Shit.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say.”

  Noelle gave a little shrug, trying to blow it off, turning away to hide her stubborn tears. “So, you see now why I didn’t want to talk about it?”

  “I’m sorry I pushed you to talk.”

  “You didn’t know. How could you?”

  Blaze reached over and took her hand. “I know this sounds fucking nuts, but I’m so glad you came back out here.”