Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 145

Tae/Computer Guru/CG’s P.O.V.

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~ A few days later ~

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I was sitting on a picnic table across from Karma. Today, we were spending the day by our house. The one Dragon built. Bly wanted to be outside for a while, so we all took a bit of time to bring her here. The renovations on the house are almost done. Then Bly wants to get in ASAP and start painting. Right now we’re all hanging out, the picnic table is littered with empty beer bottles and plates from our little picnic dinner.

My eyes were glued to Blythe several feet away. She was lying on a blanket near the pond. Ps.ycho and Dragon were with her, all wrapped up in her. Well, Dragon was wrapped up in her while Psy.cho sat between her legs. They looked like they were having fun. Bly was giggling and they were smiling. She was

wearing her property cut with pride. It was the picture of what I always wanted. And made my co.ck twitch despite everything.

And by everything I mean that I’m just fu.cking irritated. Because Evander is also here. He didn’t get to see

the inside of the house, but now he knows about it. Which just pi.sses me off. He doesn’t deserve to know. He fucking lived here while it was being built, and he didn’t even know about it. It should just stay that way.

There was a little voice in the back of my head reminding me that Dragon practically had it hidden. Everyone knew something was being built and Dragon was the one paying for it, but none of us really knew. I think most of us assumed it was a house for him. Which was pretty much accurate. Karma was the only one who knew the full truth. And now all of us do too. Including Evander.

Evander, who’s sitting over there with them. Smiling. He might be off to the side, not even on the blanket, but I don’t give a sh.it. He shouldn’t be smiling. At all. Ever. I didn’t smile for months, years because of him.

He should have to go longer than a couple of weeks. And it hasn’t even been that long.

“Stop starin‘ like that,” Karma said without looking at me.

“You’re staring,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, but not like I want one of them to burst into flames suddenly,” he replied.

I rolled my eyes.

“He’s smiling,” I stated, irritation dripping from my voice.

“Barely,” Karma replied. One word. His tone causal. Yet, it only added to my irritation.

“It shouldn’t be happening at all,” I ground out.

Karma sighed heavily before taking a swig of his beer.

“He’s followin‘ the rules, and Bly is happy,” he said as he looked at me. “That’s why he looks like that. So, what you want from me CG? Want me to make our ol‘ lady unhappy?”

“No,” I growled, angry, annoyed, irritated. “You’re all forgiving him too easily.”

“Says who?” He asked, turning back to them.

“Says me,” I stated.

“Yeah, well, none of us have forgiven him yet,” he told me. “Not really. We said we would, only if you did.”

“What?” I asked.

Karma looked at me again.

“I don’t know what Blythe’s told him, but I know she hasn’t said she forgives him yet either,” he said. “I think she likes playin‘ with him. But the three of us told him that we’ll forgive him once you do. The rest of the club seems to be more at ease with him now. Bly tortures him in ways I know kills him.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I snapped, not liking the insinuation in his voice.

“Hey, chill,” he said. “She reminds him constantly of what he did, don’t get me wrong. But she’s also in a different phase now. One that us all enjoyin‘ Evander’s sufferin‘.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, I had her boucin‘ on my co.ck in my office yesterday,” he told me. “Reverse cowgirl style. She walked right in. Locked the door. Made Evander sit in a chair. She stripped for me. Even did a little dance. And when she sat on my co.ck, she looked him right in the eyes, remindin‘ him of what he can’t have right now. It was fu.ckin‘ se.xy. Hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. Evander even nutted in his jeans,” he ended, snorting out a laugh.

I frowned as I looked back at them.

“She’s giving in too easy,” I muttered.

“How?” Karma asked with a laugh. “She hasn’t asked me to talk about lettin‘ him touch her yet. She might rub her sweet little body all over him, but he never touches her. She doesn’t ask him to. He doesn’t cross the line. It might be fu.ckin‘ damn hot, but it’s torture at it’s finest. We were able to coax her into sh.it when we first brought her back, but Evander can’t. I mean, did you miss the part where I said he nutted in his jeans? The man is definitely sufferin‘.”

I guess I can see it. I hated not being able to touch Bly the few times she shut us out. If she fu.cked one of them in front of me and wouldn’t allow me to touch her… Hell, I’d do it, but I’d break at the end. I mean, there was that one night with her and Psy.cho. I ended up getting to touch her, but at first, she made me keep my hands to myself. It was like super hot foreplay. Maybe Karma has a point about it really being torture.

I looked at Bly again. She’s now straddling Dragon, but laughing with Ps.ycho. Her cut fits her perfectly. She turned her head to ask Evander something. The four of them are growing closer. I can see it. I’m not surprised Dragon was easily swayed, but I’m a bit surprised about Psy.cho.

But they’ve all been right. My feelings about this are so strong because of what I went through. Because I know that Evander had no idea what he sent Blythe back to. That’s something I’m sure of, so it’s hard to rub that in his face. Angie and I were the ones that had it the worst, aside from Bly, obviously. Angie figured out how to forgive him.

So why can’t I?

“You need to let him talk to you,” Karma suddenly said without looking at me.

Suddenly, Blythe placed her hands on my shoulders. She used me to push herself up, her pretty little a.ss

landing on the fresh countertop. Then those creamy legs wrapped around me, yanking me into her heat. Her hands moved up my chest, under my cut, slowly.

“Tae, you must know this about me by now, but… I do what I want,” she told me.

Fu.ck, can I be what she wants?

“No one is being soft on Evander, Tae,” she whispered as she moved her hands under my shirt. “He’s being punished, but we all have to work on forgiveness.”

“What if I don’t want to forgive him?” I asked.

“You have to,” she replied.

“Because you’ll leave me if I don’t?” I blurted.

“Oh my god, Tae,” Blythe scoffed, giving me a flat look. “I told you that I wouldn’t do that,” she said. “Things are just gonna be real awkward, and I don’t want that. Plus, I don’t much care for this cranky side of you. You might be pi.ssed right now, baby, but you miss your brother-”

“No-”

“Just listen,” she cut me off. “You miss him, Tae. I can see it. You don’t have to lie or hide from me, okay?

You can be honest with me always.”

I sighed as I looked around, trying to gather my thoughts. Which was extremely hard to do with Bly’s hands all over me. And then she just had to kiss my neck. Is she doing this sh.it on purpose? Teasing us until we give in? Because, fu.ck me, it’s working.

“I just don’t understand how he could do this to me,” I whispered. “How could he watch me go through that and not say anything?”

“Ask him,” she suggested as she tucked some hair behind my ear.

“I can’t talk to him yet,” I said, shaking my head.

“Okay, but can you listen to him?” She asked. “For me? Please? Just listen to what he has to say.” “Fine,” I finally agreed. “But not tonight.” Then I grabbed her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the counter. “Tonight, I just want to drown in your moans.”

I dropped to my knees. Blythe’s breath hitched. She looked down at me with those electric eyes. A small giggle left her lips as I started kissing her thigh, over my name.

“I love you Tae,” she told me, smiling at me with so much love in those electric eyes I thought I’d burst.

“I love you too, Fireball,” I replied. “Always and forever.”