Steal His Heart: a bad boy romance novel Page 12

  I groaned as I pumped into her with more speed. She rocked her hips as fast as I fucked her. She stuck right there with me, biting her lip, pushing her chest out at me. I put my mouth to her left breast, engulfing her, tasting her soft and wet skin. My teeth came together at her nipple and pulled, just enough to make her cry out my name.

  I broke away from her, still thrusting at her. She put her hands to my chest and gave me a look that put another nail through the shell of my heart. It was beyond a look of intense pleasure. She was goddamn falling for me. I was goddamn falling for her.

  “Max, please, Max—”

  “You want me to love your body? I will.” I started to slow. I eased myself in and out of her, appreciating every inch of her burning core. Feeling the way she sheathed me tight, the way she throbbed against me. “Or I can fuck you like I’d fuck some reliever.”

  Her lips quivered like she had something to say.

  I didn’t give her the chance.

  Falling in love wasn’t on the card for this outlaw. The only way to save myself from that was to not look her in her beautiful and honest eyes.

  So I turned her around.

  I was going to fucking finish and get back to saving her life.

  21

  (jade)

  He turned me around and put his body against mine. His strong, bare chest against my back. I felt the hardness of his stomach against my back. I felt his thick and aching cock against my lower back. He was throbbing.

  Max put his hands to my waist and then moved down, going for my hands. Our fingers interlocked for a second and he broke away. I didn’t care how he treated me in that moment, I just wanted to feel him inside me again. I burned to feel him inside me. He was like a blanket to keep me warm on a cold night. And that cold night had become a frigid existence that was called life.

  “I’m going to fucking fill you, sweetheart,” he said.

  His body disappeared from mine. A second later, one of his hands landed on the middle of my upper back. My chest hit the shower tiles, making me yell out from the cold feeling. It rippled through my body. My nipples were rock hard, rubbing against the tiles.

  Max had such force that I started to lose my breath. My ass jutted out at him and I was on my toes, trying to figure out how to balance myself and breathe at the same time.

  I felt Max’s cock slide between my legs. He positioned himself against my center and thrust forward, going right back inside me. He sank himself to the hilt and he stilled there for a second. I felt everything. So fucking thick, forcing my body to feel things I only thought were possible in dreams.

  His hand spread across my back, holding me in place. My hands gripped the shower wall as he started to fuck me. He wasted no time in picking up where he had left off. Such speed. Such intensity. His body slamming against mine. The way he bucked his hips when he fucked, making me almost jump off my toes to stay with him. He made sure there wasn’t a spot inside my tender body that didn’t get attention. The pleasure gave way to an orgasm that Max fucked me through. I tried to thrust back at him, but it was no use. He was in complete control. He had me pinned against the shower wall. I was completely and utterly his in that moment.

  I reached back with a hand and felt his tree trunk legs. My fingertips touching the hard muscles that worked so beautifully to fuck me.

  Then came his other hand.

  He started at my ass and moved up, his fingers digging into my sides. Over the curve of my hip. Against my ribs, threatening to tickle me. I tried to laugh but ended up groaning, wiggling my ass, and Max grunted as he thrust even harder at me. I guess that was punishment for trying to move.

  Max’s strong hand continued its climb up my body. Over my shoulder to the back of my neck. Finally, his hand settled on my hair. His fingers closing, twisting, pulling.

  “I’m almost ready, sweetheart,” he growled. “That sweet pussy of yours is too hard to fight off anymore.”

  I whimpered as he continued to pound me.

  One hand across my back, holding me steady. The other hand tugging at my hair. He was fucking standing there and riding me at the same time.

  And it felt good. So good.

  Max groaned as his cock thickened to its final level. He pounded me even faster and when he gave me that final thrust, my entire body was pinned against shower tiles. His body slammed against mine as he started to come. His cocked began to pulse, spilling into me. I couldn’t help my body’s instinct and greedy demand for more as it pulsed against the tender head of his cock.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s good, sweetheart.”

  He started to fuck me again, pulling and pushing, making sure nothing was going to go to waste.

  Max eased himself out of me. I stood there, my legs open, feeling the warm gush between my legs. A mix of me and him, the mess of hot and wild sex.

  He spun me back around. He put his hands to the wall, keeping a distance between us.

  “Is that how you fucking like it, sweetheart?” he asked me.

  “I like you,” I blurted out. “The way you do—”

  “That’s how I’d fuck you if you were a reliever,” he said. “Then I’d toss your ass out of my shower, out of my goddamn room.”

  “Do you want me to get out?”

  “No,” he said. He slipped a hand to my back and pulled me to him. He began to back up until we were under the rushing water. “Now I’m going to show you how I’m going to make love to you.”

  I gasped.

  Max kissed me, stealing the gasp and my breath.

  We stood there kissing with the hot water hitting us.

  It only took a few minutes for his cock to fill up again.

  I was still warm and ready, my core begging for more of him.

  He held me as he fucked me … kissed me … touched me … fast, slow … savored me … loved me.

  *

  Trev stood at the pool table, holding the cue ball. Jasper was at one end, Max at the other.

  “I think it’s time to call this what it is,” Jasper said. “A bust.”

  “It’s not a bust,” Max said.

  “It’s a bust,” I chimed in. “I mislead you all. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “We don’t operate on apologies,” Jasper said. “Sorry about that.” Jasper grinned.

  “Look, we know what we’re against,” Trev said. “This is now a club problem. I let this go on too long now. You haven’t had any real contact with anyone and nothing else has happened. So either he’s onto the situation here or he’s planning something bigger than some woman fucking one of my guys.”

  “We can check with everyone again,” Max said.

  “No,” Jasper said. “We’re done showing pictures. We’re not fucking detectives. Plus, I think Cash has jerked off so many times to that picture of Jessica, we’re out of tissues and his hand is calloused.”

  “That’s really disgusting,” I said.

  “So we regroup,” Max said, ignoring Jasper and me. “We can find a different way to push back at him.”

  “He hasn’t done a thing to us,” Trev said. “You gave up your motorcycle, Max. He didn’t come shooting for it.”

  “I protected her,” Max said, pointing at me.

  “Nobody told you to do that,” Jasper said. He didn’t look at me. “You fall for pussy and this is what you get.”

  “The point being,” Trev said. “It’s time to see what this really is.” He rolled the cue ball from his hand. It rolled across the pool table and cracked against the eight ball. The eight ball went into the corner pocket. Trev looked at me. “Game over.”

  “Jesus, Prez,” Max said.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I need to get home anyway. I need to see what’s next. If I stay away too long, things will get a little suspicious.”

  “I’ll take you home,” Max said. “I’m searching your fucking apartment low and high to make sure you’re safe.”

  Max pushed away from the pool table. I could t
ell he was pissed.

  I avoided him for a little bit, working my way outside the clubhouse. As crazy as it sounded, the place had started to feel like a home to me. But Trev was right. It was time to move forward. Not that I wanted to lose the protection of Max and Back Down Devil MC.

  I went to my car and waited for Max.

  When I looked at the gates, I expected to see a little bit of freedom. I didn’t live the outlaw life that Max did. But in some ways I was living my own version of the outlaw life. Except I was controlled by Johnny.

  At the gates, I saw there was one person there. When I had gotten to the clubhouse there were two guys. It wasn’t my business to ask a thing but I was curious where the prospect’s friend was. If anything, maybe they saw something and they could help me.

  “Are you leaving?” the prospect asked.

  “In a few minutes.”

  “I’ll start opening the gates for you. I’m solo for the rest of the afternoon and night.”

  “Your friend call out sick?” I asked.

  “Yeah, right. He’s going to get his ass burned when he gets back though. You can’t just bail on the MC. But he had the chance—”

  “The chance at what?”

  “You wouldn’t get it.”

  “Try me,” I said.

  “Okay,” the prospect said. “When you wear this cut, it’s hit or miss. With women, you know? Sometimes they see the name and that’s all they see. Which is good. Other times they know what the prospect does. So you get nothing. This beautiful woman ran into Mikey and she took to him. I never saw anything like it. She said she needed a tough guy in her life and was going to sneak away to spend time with him.”

  “So he’s on a date?” I asked.

  “I hope not. I hope he’s balls deep in her. She said she, uh, likes two at once.” The prospect grinned.

  “Wait, did you see this woman?”

  “Yeah. I was there when Mikey whistled at her. Usually they get mad when you whistle, but not this one.”

  I hurried to fumble for my phone. I pulled up the picture of Jessica.

  “Is this the woman Mikey is with right now?” I asked, turning my screen around.

  “Holy fuck, yes! That’s the one. Jessica. Oh, damn, how do you—”

  I turned and saw Max as he walked across the lot.

  Our eyes met and he stopped.

  Johnny was attacking through the prospects …

  *

  “It’s the fucking prospect!” Max bellowed as Trev, Jasper, and Cash ran toward us.

  Max grabbed my hand and pushed me toward the motorcycles. I was thrust into the middle of yet another storm with Back Down Devil MC.

  “What?” Trev called out.

  Max let me go and grabbed the prospect by his shirt. He dragged him forward and threw him like a toy. The prospect stumbled and almost fell, stopping himself by grabbing at Cash. Cash threw an elbow, hitting the prospect in the face.

  “His buddy, Mikey, is with Jessica right now,” Max said.

  “You know this?” Jasper asked the prospect.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Look at me, prospect,” Trev said.

  “Yes, sir,” the prospect said.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Dale.”

  “Dale, this is happening?”

  “Yes,” Dale said. “She wanted to go out with him.”

  “Tell him the rest,” I chimed in.

  Dale looked down. “No …”

  Cash slapped the back of Dale’s head. “Don’t fuck with us.”

  “She wanted both of us,” Dale said. “So he was going out with her first. Then me. Then us together. We were trying to figure out how to make that happen.”

  “So, here’s a lesson for you, prospect,” Trev growled. “If a beautiful woman wants to suck your dick, it’s not because you’re good looking, strong, or because you have a big dick. It’s because you’re wearing the leather cut that represents this club. And that means something bad.”

  “Sorry, sir,” Dale said.

  “Call Mikey right now,” Jasper ordered.

  “He better be alive and answer,” Max said. “Or I’m going to kill you.”

  Max took out his gun. I stepped back and grabbed for his arm.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Don’t get involved,” Max snapped at me.

  Dale took out his phone and placed a call. He shook his head. “Not answering.”

  “Put it on speaker and call again,” Cash said.

  Dale complied.

  He held his phone out, letting it ring until the voicemail picked up.

  It was a generic voicemail message.

  “How do we know that’s him?” Max asked. “How can we trust you?”

  Cash swung his foot and kicked the back of Dale’s knee. Dale cried out and dropped down.

  “On your knees, prospect,” Cash said.

  Max stepped toward him, the gun in his hand. “You better start talking, prospect.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Dale said. “I’m going to piss myself.”

  “You’ll shit yourself too,” Cash said. “After he kills you.”

  “No, no, no,” Dale said. He looked at me. “Please, help me. You did this!”

  “She did this?” Trev asked.

  “Fuck you,” Max growled. He swung the gun and slammed it off the prospect’s jaw.

  The prospect fell to his back, grabbing at his mouth.

  “Max!” Trev yelled. “What did that comment mean?”

  “Because I approached him,” I said. “That’s what it means.”

  “You approached him,” Jasper said. “Why?”

  “Because there was only one guy at the gate,” I said. “When I got here, there were two. I figured it was something on a whim, right? I went to tell him that I was leaving. Then I asked—”

  “Christ,” Trev said. “She does better work than the rest of you.” He put a hand out and forced Max to lower his gun. “Let’s let the prospect keep calling his friend.”

  “I’ll wait for Jessica to call,” I said. “If she does. Unless she listens to what Johnny wants.”

  “What the fuck could he want with a prospect?” Cash asked.

  “A body,” Max said. “He wants to start killing. If he came after the club directly, it would start a war. But what’s a dead prospect here and there?”

  “Christ,” Jasper said.

  “Call again,” Max ordered.

  Dale sat on the ground, blood on his lower lip. He called for Mikey three more times. Each time there was no answer.

  I saw the way they started to look at each other. They were running the worst case scenario through their minds. If the prospect was killed …

  “What now, Prez?” Cash finally asked.

  “We talk to Mikey,” Trev said and pointed to the gates.

  I looked back and saw a motorcycle was at the gates.

  I assumed it was Mikey.

  Everyone started to run toward Mikey as he fought to get the gates opened. Everyone except me. I just stood there and watched it all unfold. A part of me held some kind of stupid hope that Johnny had gone away. That he had pulled the plug on his plan and that everything would be okay.

  But it wasn’t that at all.

  Worse yet, Mikey was back. Which meant …

  I reached for my phone.

  I stared at it, debating what to do.

  Before I could type a text message or make a phone call, the screen lit up with a text message.

  From Jessica.

  It read one word.

  HELP

  I opened the message and replied, asking where she was.

  I waited. And I waited. And I waited.

  I looked up and saw Max going crazy on the two prospects. Jasper grabbed for his arm but Max shook him away. Cash stood with his hands on his hips. And there was Trev, the President, taking it all in.

  My phone vibrated in my hand.

  I gasped.

  Jes
sica replied.

  Or so I thought.

  There were two messages waiting for me.

  Check the hospital.

  And we’re coming for you next, bitch.

  22

  (max)

  “Where is she?” I yelled before Mikey had a clue what the fuck was going on.

  “Who?” he asked.

  He looked around and his face turned white when he saw all of us staring at him.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said. “Listen to me. I didn’t mean anything by ditching her. She was beautiful. But then—”

  I grabbed him by his leather cut and pulled him nose to nose. “Where is she?”

  “I don’t know,” Mikey said. “Why?”

  “Did you fuck her?”

  “No. She started acting weird.”

  I pushed him back and started to reach for my gun.

  Jasper grabbed my arm. I shook his hold away and decided to skip the gun this time.

  “She was setting you up,” I said.

  “I know that,” Mikey said. “That’s why I bailed.”

  “You knew?”

  “Everyone take a goddamn deep breath here,” Prez ordered. “Let the fucking prospect talk.”

  “I thought you were pissed that I wasn’t here,” he said. “Holy shit.”

  “This could be worse than that, kid,” Cash said. “What happened?”

  “Okay,” Mikey said. He took a few deep breaths. “I met her at this little coffeehouse, okay? She was fucking gorgeous. Definitely out of my league. I figured it was the club appeal that got her attention. I swear, guys, I was just going to ride it out. Hell, ride her out even. I planned on lying to her and do anything to convince her I was a patched in member so she would take her clothes off. That’s the truth.”

  “I don’t give a damn about what your dick wants,” I said. “Why did she leave?”

  “I left her,” Mikey said. “She started digging around about the club. Asking a lot of questions. I didn’t get a good vibe from her, you know? I could tell something felt off. I said I was going to have a smoke and she wanted to come with me, so we went out back. Before I could grab my cigs, she grabbed me and kissed me. Talk about a vibe change. She stuck her hand between my legs and grabbed my dick. I was like, okay, game on. I would have fucked her right there against the building. She wanted it in her car. That was my first hint at something, but my dick was hard.”