Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 16

Tae/Computer Guru/C.G.’s P.O.V.

I didn’t want to leave. I managed to wiggle my way into Bly’s room, and even made her laugh. It was too short though. I was extremely confused about what the hell just happened.

What the hell was that? Why did Blythe react that way? Like I had insulted her or something.

When we were younger, I used to do that kind of thing with Blythe all the time. I used to tease her about a future together. She would laugh along with me and tell me things that she wanted. Like what kind of house she wanted to live in, how many kids she wanted us to have, that sort of thing. I knew that to Blythe, it was all fun and games, and she didn’t take me seriously, but I was dead serious about her.

I thought I was proving that by respecting her, but still pushing just a little. I thought she was into me in the same kind of way. Hell, I got further with her than any of the others did. Not that we were keeping score, but I cherished having a piece of her first. I mean, it was only ever some heavy making out.

Well there was that one time…

Flashback: age, 16 ~

“Where are we going?” Bly asked, a small giggle bubbling out of her.

“Somewhere to be alone,” I replied, smiling as I dragged her through the clubhouse.

“Alone? Why?” she asked.

I pulled her into the room I was looking for and slammed the door shut. I used my body to press her into the closed door. I was way too excited to get my hands on her.

“Why are we here? Who’s room is this?” She asked, trying to look over my shoulders into the room.

“Alone, because I want you all to myself, and it’s my birthday,” I said, starting to answer her questions. “We’re here, because it’s the best place to be alone. And this is my room. Blaze showed it to me this morning. Said I could stay here whenever I wanted, especially tonight since I’ve been drinking.”

Bly giggled as I leaned more into her.

“Don’t you live here anyway?” she asked as she slowly moved her hands over my chest. Her hands pushed under my brand-new cut. It’s blank right now, but I just got it tonight. I’m officially a prospect.

“I live with Annita and Bones in their house on the property,” I told her, amused. She knows that I live with my foster parents, and while they live on the property, I’ve never stayed the night inside the clubhouse. “But now I’m a prospect.”

Blythe graced me with that amazing smile, making those deep dimples pop.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered. “You’re going to do amazing things, Tae.”

Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with her.

“Oh, my little fireball,” I mumbled as I brought my lips closer to hers.

Before I could land a kiss though, Bly put her palm on my face. I stared into her eyes while she kept her hand there. Her face was flushed, and it just made me more excited. I want to see her all flushed for me so badly.

“Y-you’ve been drinking,” she said softly.

“So?” I replied after I pulled her hand away from my mouth. I grabbed her other hand and wrapped them around my neck. She didn’t reject me. Even when I put my hands on her slim waist.

“I-I don’t want you t-to… regret anything in the m-mooring.” she stuttered. “I mean… A-Alex had her eye on you all night…”

Alex? Why the hell would I care about her or who she looks at? Doesn’t Blythe know that she’s it for me?

Damn, I’ll just have to show her.

“Blythe,” I said gently, lifting her chin so she’d look me in the eyes. “You are the only one whose eyes I care about being on me.” Sh.it, that made sense, right? “Drunk or sober… I always want to put my lips on you.”

Before Bly could reply, I gently pressed my lips to hers. I waited for her to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, my little fireball started moving her lips. I smirked against hers as my tongue came out to lick her sweet lips. Bly graciously allowed me entry into her sweet little mouth, and I about fucking lost it.

Bly and I have made out a handful of times since the closet. I always instigate it, managing to worm my way in some way or another. It’s been too short and far between for my liking though. We haven’t even had a chance to talk about things yet. Which is mostly my fault. I’m too nervous that she’ll reject me because I know she has feelings for my brothers too. I’m just the only one ballsy enough to do something about it.

And right now, I’m too buzzed to care about anything else. All I can think about is how amazing her soft lips feel against mine. I want to taste more of her.

My hands moved down Blythe’s body. I was incredibly happy that she wore a dress tonight. I knew she would. A simple summer dress for a special occasion was always Bly’s style.

Bly was supposed to come back the moment she was an adult, though. She was supposed to come back so that she could be with all of us. I didn’t mind sharing her, only with our small group though. I knew it would make Bly happy and I trusted my brothers.

But Bly never came back. She broke her promises, and now she’s acting like we were the ones that did something to her. Looking back at it, there were times that I think Everly was lying. We should have asked more questions instead of believing her, but I have no proof or reason to doubt her. We were just kids. Bly can’t still be mad about that, right?

I saw a flash of the old Bly back there. The sweet one with the infectious laugh. But then it was like… like someone new had taken over. I didn’t understand it.

“Well, how’d it go back there?” Psycho asked when I came out to the main room. He still had Snapper draped on his lap, although now she was kissing his neck with her hand in his pants. And he looked bored as hell. I’m not surprised at all.

“He’s called church for everyone sober enough to attend,” I told him.

“Damn it,” Psycho muttered before pushing Snapper off him without a care in the world.

“Where’s Havoc?” I asked.

“Took Roxy back to his room,” he mumbled.

Of fucking course he did.

“Gather the others,” I told him. “I’ll get Havoc.”

These two idiots really think they can continue to drown their sorrow in pu.ssy? With her here now? When she’s close enough to taste?

And I certainly hope Psycho didn’t think I didn’t notice the lack of a bulge protruding from his pants either.