Steal His Heart: a bad boy romance novel Page 14

  My throat squeezed shut for a second. I touched my chest. The emotion rose up inside me. I was dumping everything about my father to Max.

  He stepped toward me. “Keep going, sweetheart. Let that shit out.”

  “I’m just used to it all,” I said, calmer. “I’ve been on my own for a long time, Max, yet under the hold of someone the entire time. I’ve given so much up …”

  “You don’t have to do that ever again,” Max said. “I’m going to lean on you. I’m not going to hold you down. Truth is, I can’t answer your questions about what happens after this. I’m looking at the current problem. When that’s gone, an opportunity will arise.”

  “And us?”

  “Sweetheart, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll tell you everything I can. But this is the part where our trust really has to come into play.”

  “You’re going to find your motorcycle, aren’t you?”

  “Yes I am.”

  “If you have a showdown with…”

  Max slipped his hands to my waist. “I’m not going to apologize for what’s happened in your past. It’s brought you here, to me. I’m going to be greedy now.”

  “I’m sorry I yelled.” I laid my head against his chest, the smell of his leather cut surrounding me. “I’m scared, Max.”

  “I know you are.”

  “You saw what they did to Jessica.”

  “That’s not you.”

  “It could be.”

  “Stop dealing in the what-if game. Deal with reality.”

  “And what’s my reality?”

  Max spun me around and pushed me against the dresser. “The reality is that I have to go take care of some business. But first, I get my last meal—just in case …”

  Max opened my pants and slipped his hand down, touching me.

  I let out a comfortable sigh.

  I was going to be his last meal.

  24

  (max)

  I stripped her naked from the waist down and then put her up on the dresser. I had no time to kill and my tongue craved that sweet taste one more time. The truth of the outlaw world was that when you left the clubhouse you damn well better look back one last time because it could be your last time seeing it.

  I ran my hands up her inner thighs and felt the heat pouring from her.

  My thumbs were as greedy as my tongue.

  I brought my mouth forward and kissed her soft folds. I licked my lips to taste her honey.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, yes,” I said.

  Her hips thrust at me as my breath tickled her pussy.

  I went in for more.

  With the tip of my tongue, I started at her clit. I pressed and moved my tongue down. Her folds opened for me, I felt the softness of her entrance, and I kept going. I stopped and reversed the motion. I took my time, savoring every second, taste, and every sound that she made as she waited for more.

  Her hands slid to the edge of the dresser and gripped tight. She leaned back against the wall and started to rock her body back and forth.

  My tongue continued its wild feast as I brought my lips together over her lips and pulled as I suckled at her, and took all I could get. I broke away with a wet kissing sound and went right back at her again. I flicked my tongue against her clit over and over, loving the way she groaned. One of her hands grabbed at the top of my head, nails digging, fingers pulling at my hair.

  I licked down her sweet center top to bottom again. I let the scruff of my face rasp against her smooth skin. I liked getting messy and I liked the way she jerked her body when my hair touched her. Slightly turning my head, my new focus was on her clit and making her come. I rolled her pearly nub between my teeth, gently, tugging at her, to show her that I fucking controlled her.

  “Max,” she groaned. “Right there.”

  Trust me, sweetheart, I know right where you like it.

  We’d been fucking around long enough that I had her memorized. Time had found a way to creep in and throw a big wrench in what I normally did with women. But now wasn’t time to worry about time, feelings, or fate.

  The only fate Jade had was coming all over my tongue.

  My hands inched up her to her waist. I loved her in the seated position and I loved gripping the curves as tight as I could. She began to wiggle as I sucked at her harder and faster. My tongue was like lightning and her groans were the thunder. The storm began to churn and all we needed now was the fucking downpour.

  That came a few minutes later as she reached her climax. Her legs against the dresser, muscles tight, pulling to thrust her pussy against my mouth harder. She had both hands to my head and hair, grinding herself with such sexy precision. Her sweetness poured from her, free flowing as she moaned over and over.

  I stayed right with her as her ass bounced up and down against the dresser. She was pumping so fucking hard, the dresser started to smash against the wall.

  I goddamn loved it.

  I finally kissed my way up to her soft mound, leaving a wet trail of her own sweetness behind. I slid her shirt up and kissed to her bellybutton. That’s when I pulled away for good. I licked my lips as she watched me, making damn sure she knew I had gotten my fill.

  Before I could take a step back, her hands grabbed my cock through my jeans.

  “Don’t go yet,” she purred at me.

  “Haven’t you had enough?” I asked with a grin.

  “No,” she said in a firm voice. “Not even fucking close.”

  And that’s exactly why I love you, Jade.

  Ah, shit.

  Had that thought really popped into my mind?

  I shook it away, knowing damn well that word couldn’t fucking enter the fray right then.

  I stood with my hands at the bottom of her shirt as she ripped apart my jeans. She acted as though she hadn’t had sex in years.

  That was fine by me.

  I watched her small hand grab my cock, stroke it root to tip. She squeezed me there, holding tight, pulsing her small palm to my thick skin

  I let her shirt go and moved my hands to the small of her back. I pulled her right to the edge of the dresser and thrust forward, putting my cock and her hand against her slit. She slid her fingers away and touched herself.

  Goddamn.

  I watched her little fingers touch her own clit. How she moved up, pulling her hood back, showing me her pearl and the beautiful pink skin of her pussy.

  I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I had to have her again.

  My cock was full and wicked hard.

  I pressed the head of my cock against her center and watched as she opened for me. Her tender walls were forced to sheath me.

  Jade took her hand from her own body and grabbed at my chest. She had a handful of leather and t-shirt as I fucked even harder, welcoming myself to the hilt.

  Jade let out a loud cry as I held there. Her free hand moved around and she grabbed at my ass. There was just something about that, Jade grabbing my bare ass. Call me fucked up, but I liked it.

  I started to pump at her, fucking her sweet body, her hand on my ass, nails dug in, pumping and pushing along with me.

  I put my mouth to her neck, tasting her skin. I mouthed at her skin until my lips met her shirt and bit at it. I growled and pulled back.

  “Up. Now.”

  Jade grabbed her shirt with both hands and lifted. She paused at her bra and grabbed hold of that too. She lifted again and her tits fell free. I slapped my hands to her bare hips and held tight. I fucked her, making those tits dance for me. Jade stayed right there too, holding her shirt up, her eyes locked to mine.

  I was mid-thrust, my cock full and ready to unload, when the door opened.

  We both turned our heads and saw Cash standing there.

  I buried myself deep into Jade and pulled her close.

  Cash had seen enough in those few passing seconds.

  “What the fuck?” I growled.

  “Keep going,” Cash said. “Don’t mind me.”

 
“Get the fuck out.”

  “Prez wants us. Time to go.”

  “I’m almost done here,” I said.

  “Let’s hope so,” Cash said.

  He slipped out of the room and I looked at Jade.

  There were a few seconds of nothing before we both smiled at the same time. We laughed, making the moment even more awkward, yet, it felt so right. I slid my hand up her back and held her. She threw her arms around me.

  I started to fuck her again, this time slower. I savored the last few moments we had together. Our foreheads touched as we were still smiling. Then we kissed.

  I felt like a bolt of electricity had been forced down my throat and right to my heart.

  Jade let out a groan of pleasure and my cock was right there again.

  I started to come as my mind went back to what I thought before.

  I love her.

  I wanted to tell her but I just kept kissing her.

  My tongue was best left for kissing her mouth and tasting her pussy.

  I didn’t need her to fall for me and have me wind up dead.

  Little did I know that thought was an honest snapshot of my future.

  25

  (jade)

  We kissed goodbye and a few of the guys let out a whistle. Max threw them the middle finger.

  “Where’s Cash?” Trev shouted.

  A second later Cash appeared and was messing with his jeans.

  “Ah, I needed that,” Cash said. He looked at me and grinned. “Thanks.”

  “Thanks?” I asked.

  “Oh, Christ,” Max said. “You didn’t.”

  “Hey,” Cash said. “I walk into a room and see a beautiful woman taking a pounding, tits bouncing, pussy all wet …”

  I let out a gasp. “You touched yourself?”

  “He does it like five times a day,” Austin said. “You know how people do their shit, shave, shower routine? Cash’s is shit, shot, shoot a load, then maybe shower.”

  Cash held up hand, showing me all five fingers. He slowly put down two. “Those were before. But this piggy—” He wiggled his ring finger. “This was because of you. Fucking beautiful.”

  I looked at Max. He was smiling. “What are you smiling about?”

  “I don’t like Cash,” Max said. “But he’s got a point. You. Naked. Beautiful.”

  “That’s enough,” I said.

  “She’s right,” Trev said. “We can all exchange jerk off stories later. Let’s ride.”

  Max started to move and I grabbed his hand. “Be careful.”

  Cash threw an arm around Max and started making kissing sounds. “Oh, baby, please be careful. Don’t get yourself killed out there.” He kept making smacking sounds.

  Max lifted his fist up to his shoulder and cracked Cash in the mouth.

  Cash stumbled and Max winked at me.

  “I’ll be back soon,” he whispered.

  I held myself together as they left. I had warned them the best I could. They were stepping into a fire. And yet they did it with no fear. Or if they were afraid, they didn’t show it.

  The clubhouse wasn’t quiet, but it felt silent without Max’s gigantic presence. The way he filled the room with his body and voice. The way he made me feel so safe and that I had a chance to survive whatever was happening.

  I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. I had put myself in the situation. I believed in Johnny and his empty promises. I thought I could save my father and salvage a resemblance of a relationship. But it was all a lie. Johnny saw through it and took advantage of me.

  Now it was my turn to repay the favor.

  A prospect walked by me behind the bar. I reached for him.

  “Drink?” he asked.

  “No. Computer.”

  “What?”

  “I need a computer.”

  “I don’t have one.”

  “Then find me one. Right now.”

  The prospect stared at me for a few seconds.

  So I had to play my new card.

  “Do you know who I am?”

  He shrugged his shoulders.

  “I’m with Max,” I said. “Do I need to call him and tell you’re being mean to me?”

  That got his attention. “No. I’ll be right back.”

  The prospect hurried away.

  When he returned, he was with Cade.

  Cade towered over the prospect. He had a monstrous size to himself. He wasn’t exactly clean cut but a little cleaner than some of the other guys in the MC. He motioned for the prospect to go away and he stopped a foot short of me, crossing his arms.

  “What are you trying to do?” he asked.

  “Do you know who I am?”

  “Don’t give me that bullshit.”

  “I’m serious. Do you know what I did for Johnny?”

  “What you do with your mouth and the slit between your legs—”

  “Never,” I said. I stood up. I came up to Cade’s chest. “I’m not some whore, Cade. I would hack for Johnny. Get into bank accounts, credit cards, syphon off estates and trusts.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I need a computer. Laptop. Something.”

  “Follow me,” Cade said.

  I followed him down the hall and he stopped at a door, grabbing the knob. He looked back at me, grinning.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I never let a woman into my room unless there’s intention of her getting naked.”

  “I’m not getting naked,” I said.

  “It could be our secret.”

  “Sorry, Cade, not going to happen.”

  “You’re in my clubhouse. Dealing with my club. Now you want something from me. That means I get something from you.”

  I inched closer to Cade. I touched his arm. “Fine. Let’s keep a secret. Just you and me.”

  Cade raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

  “If you ask me to get naked again, I’m going to reach my hand down your jeans. Find your dick. I’m going slowly touch it … and then twist my fucking wrist until I snap it off. Now, do you have a computer I can use or no?”

  Cade stared at me wide eyed. He turned his lower half away from me. “Yeah, you and Max deserve each other.”

  Inside the room, Cade opened his closet and grabbed one of many laptops. He put it on a desk in his room and nodded.

  “Nobody can track that,” he said.

  “You’re a geek like me?”

  “Not exactly,” he said. “I just take care of the money and tech side for the MC. I have friends that are high up in companies and even military. I get all kinds of fun shit. What are you planning on doing?”

  I sat at the desk and cracked my knuckles.

  I smiled at my reflection in the dark screen.

  I pressed a button and the screen lit up.

  Without looking back, I said exactly what I intended to do. “I’m going to give Johnny a taste of his own medicine.”

  26

  (max)

  We rolled up on what looked like a small storage unit center. Prez had us park our rides outside an open gate. The name of the game was paying fucking attention and getting back to the clubhouse alive. We knew what we were up against. The Dorlio family went deep and had power from coast to coast. But to be fair, we just wanted to know what the hell they wanted with us. The only thing that made plausible sense was if another charter stepped into something they shouldn’t have. But even then, why come after our charter?

  They were all valid questions that we planned on asking whoever was holding my motorcycle hostage.

  It was Prez, VP, Austin, and me. We had four others on backup, lingering back about half a mile. Cash, Trent, Duke, and Xavier.

  We approached the property and Prez pointed to a door on the building. I jumped forward, grabbing for my gun, making sure Prez wasn’t going to be in the line of fire if shit went wrong. I grabbed the door handle, pushed down, and yanked the door open. The metal protested with a rusty whine and we all entered the room. There were some lights on an
d I saw it was empty. Except for my motorcycle.

  She was just chilling there in all her beautiful glory.

  But she wasn’t alone.

  A man stood at the side of the motorcycle. He had one of his greasy paws on the seat. The other hand held a fat ass sandwich. The man took a bite of the sandwich and I watched as crumbs and wet tomato seeds fell onto my motorcycle.

  “Get your hand off that,” I said.

  The man finished his bite. “Make me.”

  “Oh, you motherfucker—”

  I took a few steps and Jasper grabbed at me.

  From the side appeared another man. He was smaller, skinnier, but his face was ruthless looking.

  I painted the scene in my mind. Recalling everything Jade had told me.

  I looked back at Prez. “Don and Ruley. Johnny’s two thugs. The ones who were bullying Jade. The ones who fucked up Jessica.”

  Prez nodded. He could always stay calm in the worst of situations and I respected him for that.

  “You’re here and we’re here,” Prez said. He stepped forward. “So what are we doing here?”

  “Us?” Don said. “We’re just guarding this beautiful motorcycle. Debating on whether to strip it for parts or try and sell it as one. Hey, Max, this exhaust system—”

  “You knew we were coming,” I said. “How?”

  “Same way you knew where to come,” Don said.

  Ruley reached into his pocket and took out the tracking device. He held it up and stared at it for a few seconds. Then he walked around the motorcycle, leaving a literal trail of breadcrumbs behind. He dropped the tracker to the floor and stomped on it, crushing it into pieces.

  “So I want to know who fucked who first,” Don said. “So does my—”

  “Johnny,” I said. “Where the fuck is he? Can’t deal with his own shit?”

  “He’s got better things to handle than some dirty bikers,” Don said.

  “Let’s remember who started this,” Prez said. “Your boss wants a piece of my club. I’d like to know why.”

  “That’s none of your business,” Don said. “That’s the best part.”

  “You’ve tried to come at us twice,” I said. “The first time, I complied to be nice. The second time, our guy smelled it—”