STEEL TEMPTATION (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) Page 11

  Looking down, she saw him take hold of his cock, squeezing tight. He stroked himself once, let go, then gripped himself again. It was like he was fighting whether to do it or not.

  Mia couldn’t take it.

  She thrust herself, wanting him deep inside her body. She took her right hand off his shoulder and reached down. She spread herself, touching herself, showing Nate everything. She slipped her middle finger into her pussy, needing to feel…

  Nate finally came forward and pressed against her.

  The pressure was instant and shocking.

  Mia gasped and Nate pressed harder. She watched the head of his cock penetrate her. Mia’s muscles tightened. Her mind told her this was impossible, but her body wanted it even more.

  Nate slid into her gently, inch by inch.

  She was so full it was hard to breathe.

  As Nate started to pull out of her slickness, she felt the wild rush of an orgasm.

  “Fuck,” she cried out as she started to throb.

  He then pounded forward, entering her deeper than the first thrust. He slid his hand up her body and cupped her breast. Mia had her nails dug into his shoulders, pumping her body at his cock. Forcing herself to stretch, loving the pressure, her orgasm so intense her belly started to hurt.

  “Fuck, babe,” Nate growled. “Easy…”

  “I can’t. I fucking can’t…”

  Nate moved his hand from her breast down to her hip. He held her tight, held her in place, and then started to fuck her. Pulling back and thrusting, harder, deeper, faster. Nate was going right in for the kill and that was fine with Mia. She wanted it. She needed it. So did Nate.

  Both his hands soon gripped her waist. Mia pressed the top of her back to the wall and kept her left leg balanced on the edge of the shower. She let her hands climb down Nate’s body, her fingers memorizing every hard curve of muscle he had to offer. Her left hand pressed at his stomach, feeling him breathing faster and faster. She couldn’t help herself as she looked down and watched his cock moving in and out of her body. Her body was still tender, throbbing, as though she had never escaped the beautiful claws of a great orgasm. It just kept going and going, feeling so good the entire time.

  Slowly, Mia lifted her head. She arched back a little, resting her head to the wall. Her entire body bounced with each heavy thrust from Nate.

  He closed the gap between them, his face coming dangerously close to hers. Before Mia could figure out what was happening next, Nate had his lips to hers. Kissing her. Hard, fast, matching the speed of his dick as he fucked her.

  The kiss grew hot and wild.

  Mia felt Nate’s body thickening even more. His thrusts slowed just a little, but they became insanely powerful. Each thrust was bringing her to her toes. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. Groaning, hissing, bringing himself to the edge of climax.

  Nate’s lips flirted with Mia’s as he growled, “Oh, fuck…”

  He then was out of her body.

  Mia lost feeling in her legs for a few seconds. Nate had his cock pressed between his body and hers. The bottom of his shaft against her stomach. His cock throbbed, spilling between them. Pumping and releasing, Nate gritted his teeth as he kept thrusting. Mia hurried to force her hand between their bodies and grip him. Holding the head of his cock, she squeezed and pumped, watching him as he came over and over.

  Nate slowly stopped thrusting. His hands held tight to Mia’s hips. Her hand slowly slid up and down his entire cock.

  “Is that what you wanted?” Nate growled.

  “For now, sure.”

  “Good. Now get the fuck out of the shower.”

  Nate opened the door. Mia climbed out and grabbed a towel. He shut the door and Mia dried herself, watching him shower again. She was able to dry her arms, legs, face, but not between her legs.

  Nate had set her on fire… even if he was a bad guy, and even if they were in danger… he had set her on fire.

  fifteen.

  Nate dried off and left the bathroom. Mia had a long t-shirt on.

  And nothing else.

  Nate knew this because Mia had a pile of her clothes on the floor, her bra and panties right on top of the small pile.

  “I took a shirt from the closet,” she said. “Sorry.”

  “You don’t have anything with you?” Nate asked.

  “I keep a bag in my car. It has enough for now.”

  “I’ll tell one of the prospects to get it for you. Relax now, okay? Are you hungry?”

  “I’m starving.”

  “Let me get us something to eat then, okay?”

  “Are you going to lock me in here?”

  Nate gritted his teeth. “I dare you to walk out to the clubhouse dressed like that. They’ll smother you, babe.” He walked to the bed and ran a finger along Mia’s hair. “Something tells me nobody ever pointed out to you how beautiful you are.”

  “Only when they wanted what’s between my legs.”

  “Well, I’m telling you. And I’m not looking between your legs.”

  Nate pulled his hand away and backed up. He got fresh clothes and dropped the towel, his ass to Mia. He glanced to the bathroom and knew he should have just gotten changed there.

  But whatever, this was his fucking room.

  When he looked down at his dick, he silently cursed himself. Thinking too much with the wrong head right now, that was for sure. The name of the game was to get Mia to help the MC put that judge and Chief Jerry in a bad spot. Then the MC could attack and take their stand.

  Once dressed, Nate ran a hand through his hair. He looked back at Mia. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a few.”

  At the bar, Nate first ordered a cold beer. He then put in an order for some food, whatever the hell the prospects could throw together that didn’t taste like shit. Sitting there, Nate couldn’t stop the images of Mia’s wet and beautiful body. The curves of her tits and hips. The feel of her ass. Her left leg lifted, her sweet pussy dripping all over him. Fuck, it was making him hard again.

  He couldn’t fall for her. That wasn’t an option in all this. Christ, she was being used up as bait for the MC, for her uncle, for everyone involved in all this.

  “Mind if I sit?”

  Nate snapped back to reality and Griffin stood next to him.

  “Sit,” Nate said.

  “You brought her in here?”

  “That’s none of your fucking business.”

  “Yeah, I guess not. We’re under guard now. Chief Jerry passed by to check on things. Didn’t even bother to look. He fucking knows what’s happening. It’s going to get bad soon.”

  “It is bad.”

  “Yeah. Well, it’s going to get worse.”

  “What do you want from me, Griffin?” Nate looked at Griffin. “You want me to go put a bullet in the back of her head? Will that help you with whatever you’re going through?”

  “Listen, man, I just got this feeling. Maybe it’s not her. Maybe it’s something else. But I got this feeling that something bad…”

  Griffin shook his head.

  He was obviously more than half drunk right now.

  “Christ,” Nate said. “We’ll fight through this. Even when Chief Jerry is out of the picture, we’ll make it work. Frelen can’t survive without us. You know that.”

  “I know that,” Griffin spat. “Of course I do. I’ve been doing this longer than you.”

  “Maybe you’re getting too old and tired for it.”

  “I’ll kill you if you ever say that again.”

  “Yeah. You do that.”

  Silence fell for a few seconds. Griffin ordered two shots and demanded Nate take one. They saluted each other, clanking the small glasses together, and then took the shots.

  “She’s got to be at that poker game, Nate,” Griffin said. “I’m just putting it out there so you don’t get ambushed by Miller or Gaige. Or the fucking table.”

  “Why do you think she’s here?” Nate asked. “For my comfort?”

  “Come on
, bro, I know you’re hitting that. I see it burning in your eyes. You stink of her.”

  “Can’t help myself. You know that.”

  “Yeah, I know. Did you hear me, man? About the game?”

  “I heard, Griffin. She’s got to do what she came for. That’s what she does to pay her bills. You know? Just surviving, like the rest of us.”

  Griffin sighed. “I don’t know what the fuck you have up your ass about this one, but good luck with it. That’s all I can offer. Good luck. We were attacked today, Nate. Not one of us. All of us. They wanted that shrapnel bomb to rip through the lot. And then they were going to come barreling into the lot. That was designed. That was given a green light.”

  “Which is why we’re going to fight back and stop it,” Nate said. He stood up. “It’s sensitive shit, Griffin. I’m not Miller, I don’t make those decisions. I just put on the cut and do what I’m told.”

  “Like a robot.”

  “Like a good, loyal member,” Nate said. He put a hand to Griffin’s shoulder. “I’d die for you, Griffin. For anyone in this club. But leave this one alone. Stay the fuck away from Mia. Stop making her feel guilty. She didn’t do this. Focus on the enemy, man.”

  “Right now I’m going to focus on the blonde eyeing me at the other side of the bar.”

  Nate shook his head and walked around the bar. He stuck his head in the kitchen and whistled. A prospect stood there with a large plate of food. Same old shit - burgers and fries - but Nate knew what he liked. This wasn’t a fucking date. No fancy fucking dinner, wine, candles, and all that bullshit. That’s not how this life worked.

  He took the plate and then told the prospect to get Mia’s bag out of her car and bring it to the room.

  As Nate carried the food back to the room, he heard a noise. At first, it was a growling noise. Then it was followed by a woman’s voice. A weak voice.

  Hurt?

  Is Mia hurt…?

  Nate started to haul ass. He turned the corner of the hall, ready to drop the food and grab his gun.

  The growling and weak cries came again.

  Nate put on the brakes and stopped, seeing the culprit.

  It was Blaine. With a goddamn woman.

  The woman stood on the arms of a chair, pants and panties down to her ankles. She had her shirt halfway up her stomach, looking down, whimpering as Blaine’s face was between her legs. Blaine pulled back with a wet sound and smacked his lips together.

  “It’s fucking poison,” he growled. “But I can’t get enough. Squirt in my mouth, beautiful. Got that? Hurry. Or I’ll go find someone who will.”

  Blaine growled and attacked between the woman’s legs again. Her body jumped when he did it.

  Nate caught his breath and knew how to turn his head and ignore the scene. This was how the nights (into the mornings) went. This was the only relief the guys had. Fuck, they called the women relievers for a reason. They were there to take care of the guys. Sometimes the world was a rotten son of a bitch. So having someone wrap her legs around your waist - or face - for a few minutes seemingly balanced out the scales.

  There was another sight that caught Nate’s attention. Hell, more so than Blaine diving between some woman’s legs.

  The woman was groaning and Blaine growling like a fool as Nate stood and stared at Mia. She had the door open and stood halfway out. Still wearing nothing but a long t-shirt, like a fucking nightmare that was just too beautiful to get away from.

  Nate walked to the room and looked down at Mia. “Thought I told you to stay here.”

  “I heard… I thought she was hurt. Shot or something.”

  “No. He’s just testing her right now. The crazy shit will happen behind closed doors. Thankfully.”

  “And that’s not crazy?”

  Nate looked back and saw Blaine pull away from the woman. He had two fingers between her legs, moving killer fast against her pussy. The woman was damn near crying, her body thrusting. She was literally pouring from between her legs.

  “Get in the fucking room,” Nate bellowed.

  He kicked the door shut behind him.

  Mia just stood there, looking guilty as hell.

  “What?” Nate asked.

  “Nothing. Just… it’s so wild. I mean, I work in a strip club. I see crazy things all the time. But that…”

  Nate slowly put the plate down and approached Mia. He gritted his teeth as he stared down at her. They were on thin fucking ice right now.

  “You like it,” he whispered. “That’s why you’re flustered. You liked watching Blaine eat that chick out. You want him to do it to you?”

  “No,” Mia said. “Fuck, no.”

  “You want to taste the woman?”

  “No.”

  Nate reached forward. He slowly lifted the shirt up and slipped his hand between Mia’s soft and warm legs.

  She was fucking wet.

  “You liked it,” he said again. “You dirty fucking thing…”

  Nate moved his hand to her hip. His other hand came forward and Nate walked her to the bed. He then lifted her with ease, putting her on the bed. She stood there, surprised, staring down at him. He loved the look on her face. She touched his hair and then nodded.

  She whispered, “Yes. Fine, okay? I liked it. It’s crazy…”

  “My life is fucking crazy, babe.”

  Nate had nothing else to say. He came forward and took a deep breath, inhaling Mia’s wet scent. The desire crawled across his face as he slipped his hands around to her ass. His fingers kneaded as her, pulling her sweetness to him. His tongue savored that first taste, his stiff tongue against her forgiving folds. Lapping at them a few times, jumping. She was so goddamn turned on and so nervous at the same time. It was like her body didn’t know how to react.

  Nate’s hands gripped tighter at Mia’s ass. Pulling her closer, tighter, her legs opening wider, leaving him to taste everything she had to offer. Her tender folds gave way to her throbbing center. His tongue flirted before he darted into her. The burning and aching, Mia crying out his name, like she wanted to try and compete with Blaine and that woman in the hallway. Her hands curled around his hair, holding him right there.

  As Nate licked up, the tip of his tongue swirled around the pearly nub of her clit. He brought his lips together and suckled her clit, feeling her body thrusting each time he did so. Her breathing instantly became erratic, giving away her favorite spot to Nate. Her nails dug into his hair and she started to thrust harder, riding his mouth and face.

  Exactly what Nate fucking wanted right then.

  He stayed with Mia, battling back at her with his tongue, lips, and even his teeth. When he nibbled at her folds, she jumped and purred. His tongue tasted her bottom to top. He could also tell right when she was ready to come, the way her hips gently wiggled left to right. And when she started to come, she crunched forward and down, groaning with the pulse of her own needs.

  Nate suckled her entire pussy then, tasting her clit, her folds, the fresh and warm wetness pouring from her body. He kept with her until her knees gave way. Nate kept his hands tight to her ass and guided her down to the bed. He lifted the shirt up her body, revealing her beautiful, small breasts. His left hand quickly devoured her right breast. With his right hand, Nate reached down and unzipped his jeans.

  He was impossibly hard again. His cocked actually hurt it was so hard. Like he hadn’t fucking seen a naked woman in years. It was ridiculous. Fuck, it pissed him off that Mia had this kind of effect on him.

  The second he took his dick from his jeans, he was there, right against her pussy, thrusting. She was wet, warm, and tender enough to take all of him in one big thrust forward. Mia’s back arched and she cried out, her yell losing steam after just a few seconds. From there, she still had her back arched, but there was no sounds other than Nate’s cock sliding in and out of her with a wild wet slapping noise.

  Nate couldn’t contain himself. Losing all urges to a deep feral need, he squeezed her right tit hard and kept his other
hand pressed hard to her hip. And he thrust like he was never going to fuck someone again. He hovered over Mia’s body, grunting with each move forward.

  Mia finally looked up at him, her face completely flush. She looked stuck between screaming for more and crying. Nate couldn’t look at her face anymore. He couldn’t let any of this get any deeper. He brought his mouth down to her chest, finding her other breast. His lips moved over her nipple, sucking. He engulfed it, tasting her warm flesh.

  The pulse between his legs grew to an unstoppable level. He grunted and suddenly lost himself.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting forward, letting go.

  Nate forced himself to just hold steady, coming inside her. His ass and legs flexed, desperate to pull back and thrust. To keep fucking Mia. But he fought it all off. He just stared at her perfect body, holding her hips, releasing over and over, watching Mia’s face writhe with pleasure each time his cock pulsed.

  Once finished, Nate pulled out of Mia and turned around. He tucked himself away and zipped up.

  “Food,” he said.

  When he looked back, Mia hadn’t moved. Nate took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. He fixed the t-shirt, pulling it down her body, covering her up.

  Mia then collapsed into his chest, hugging him.

  Nate caught himself with his arms out, refusing to hug her. He couldn’t do that. Go that far with this woman. Not a chance in hell.

  Taking a few heavy breaths, Mia finally said, “I’ve never… I mean, I have, but to feel that… like that… you did that…”

  Nate closed his arms around Mia. He hugged her, held her. He buried his nose into her hair, smelling her. Mia reminded him of everything he had and lost. Of all the crimes he committed. Of all those people he worked over.

  Fuck… she reminded him of all the women he killed.

  sixteen.

  Mia took the last bite of her burger and groaned in satisfaction. The food was better this time around. Maybe because Mia had a better feeling about surviving the night. And because she was in a bed. A soft, big bed. Next to a killer hot biker who kept looking at her. She was afraid to ask what Nate was looking at, in case he said something about her not surviving the night.