Steal His Heart: a bad boy romance novel Page 7

  But night was when people could move in the darkness. So perfectly sleek and hidden, predators on the prowl, always poised for an attack.

  Something about it should have scared me. But it didn’t. It turned me on. To picture Max coming to save me.

  If he would save me.

  For all I knew, he’d hear the truth and take me out of the picture.

  Max showed up as I stood on the balcony of the apartment. I saw the single headlight of his motorcycle and heard the growing thunder of sound. He parked the motorcycle that I had planned to steal and climbed off. He looked up at me as he took his helmet off. I had never seen such a beautiful sight in my life. The outlaw thing fit him and it worked wonders for my imagination and my body.

  I went inside and waited for him.

  When I opened the door, Max wasted no time in coming inside. One hand touched my waist and pushed me back. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

  “Sweetheart,” he said. “Why do we need each other?”

  I looked up into his eyes.

  It was time to jump. Either that or stab Max, steal his motorcycle, and take off. Give the motorcycle to Johnny, hope to finish my debt owed to him, and disappear before either Johnny or Max (or his motorcycle club) found me and killed me.

  “Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Max said. “It’s either the truth or nothing. Unless you wanted me to come here to pick up where I left off last time.”

  “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” I said. “But you said you were going to torture me with it.”

  “Doesn’t bother me,” Max said. “If I get another taste of your body …” Max leaned down and rubbed his nose to my neck. “That soft and sweet skin.”

  I grabbed his arms and shut my eyes. I sighed. I felt safe again. I felt warm and alive again. I inhaled his scent. He smelled sweaty. Almost gross. But the smell was all man. That musky roughness that attacked me so fucking hard. I was mush around him.

  “Yes,” I purred. “I’ll tell you everything.”

  “So you do have something to tell me,” Max said. His lips gently touched my neck. Then his teeth grazed my skin. I shivered. “So fucking talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  “Why don’t you earn it?” I asked, feeling so bold.

  Max broke away from me. His eyes locked to mine again. “Earn it? You want to talk about earning something? I can make one phone call and have my entire crew here searching your place. Going through every laptop, finding out exactly what you do for a living. I have the goddamn cops in my back pocket and our club runs up through the prison. I said it before, sweetheart, I own you. And you fucking love it, don’t you?”

  He was crazy. He was sexy and crazy.

  He was my only hope of escaping this mess alive.

  13

  (max)

  Her skin tasted fruity and smooth. I wanted to draw a line down her body with the tip of my tongue and cut right between her thighs. I wanted all that messy honey to myself. I was craving that shit and when something got into my mind I needed to see it through.

  Fuck.

  Yet she was the one telling me to earn something?

  Fuck that.

  I don’t earn. I take.

  Jade stared at me, lost by my last question. I put my finger to her chin, finding the slightest hint of a dimple.

  “You really don’t know who you’re fucking with,” I said. “Take a second and think about it. You really have yourself in a mess, sweetheart.”

  “You’re enjoying this,” Jade said.

  There was a boldness in her eyes that was really sexy. She wasn’t some weak chick that fell over when put in a corner. She fought back. She clawed back. I liked that. I liked a good fight every now and again.

  “Tell you what,” I said. “I’m going to grab some air and a smoke. I’ll be out on that balcony.”

  “You think it’s safe to turn your back on me?” she asked.

  I grinned. “My leather cut is really thick. So is my skin.”

  “Not against a bullet?”

  “Only if you have good aim,” I said.

  She opened her mouth again but I stole her words with a kiss. Lips and tongue, tasting her, leaving myself craving her even more.

  Outside on the balcony I lit a smoke and thought about life.

  I figured I should have fucked her before I found out whatever truths she was hiding. Then again, fierce angry sex was good to have once in a while.

  I thought about the MC and Chief. There was another attempted break in last night. The guy that owned the house was downstairs getting a glass of milk. The intruder busted through the back kitchen door. The owner threw the glass of milk at the intruder, who took off. But the poor owner dropped right there of a heart attack. He was alive, which was good, but there was a ton of heat on Chief now. Especially since he came forward with a suspect and break ins were still happening.

  After a few drags on my smoke, Jade decided to join me.

  She leaned against the railing. I looked at her. “Want a smoke?”

  “My father smoked and drank. He ended up with a bad liver. That’s the reason I’m here right now.”

  Without hesitation I flicked the cigarette off the balcony. “There. My apologies.”

  “You’re quitting smoking and drinking?”

  “Sweetheart, no,” I said. “But for this moment, sure. So keep talking. I’m sorry to hear about your father.”

  “He wasn’t a good man.”

  “You said he didn’t hurt you.”

  “Not physically.”

  “He got you this fancy apartment?”

  “No, Max. This is all my doing. But you asked about what I’m doing here. I’m good with computers and numbers. You can give me laser eye surgery and take the braces off my teeth, but I’m still a geek at heart.”

  “So you’re earning legit?”

  She looked away.

  “So, that’s a no,” I said. “All the opportunity out there and you end up fake?”

  “You’re a criminal yourself, Max,” she shot back at me.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve never hidden who I am.”

  “Fuck you,” she spat.

  She turned to walk away and I grabbed her. I pulled her against me. Her back to my front. I slid my right around her stomach and had a grip on her arm with my left hand.

  “What am I doing here, then?” I asked. “You sent me a text that said we need each other. I’m all ears.”

  “That was a mistake. I was afraid.”

  “Someone threatened you.”

  Jade nodded.

  “And this ties to your father?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “And I’m being dragged into it,” I said. “Why?”

  “Your club, Max. Someone is after your club.”

  Shit.

  “There’s a lot of people after the club,” I said. “That’s what happens when you’re an outlaw.”

  I kept her body tight to mine. There was something about it. Just holding her. I put my face next to hers.

  “Can I trust you, Max?” Jade asked me.

  “The right answer is yes,” I said. “But the truth … you never know. You need to decide what the risk is. You’re smart. You’re the geek. Run the numbers through your head, sweetheart.”

  “That’s what I’ve been doing. Max, I need to steal your motorcycle.”

  I laughed. “What?”

  “That’s what he wants. Your motorcycle.”

  “He wants my fucking motorcycle? And who is he?”

  She turned her head and looked up at me. “Max—this is my life now. This is what I’ve become.”

  “And what’s that, sweetheart?”

  “Like you.”

  “Like me?”

  “I’m a criminal.”

  “That’s a bold statement to make,” I said.

  “You sensed it on me, because we’re the same,” Jade said.

  I had to hand it to her. She was smooth. She was calm. S
he certainly knew her shit.

  “So how does a geeky woman like you end up as a criminal like me?” I asked.

  Before she could answer, I spun her around. She faced me and I saw a hint of worry in her face. She wasn’t sure if she could trust me but I could tell I was her last resort. That meant I had the power. I liked power. No, I fucking loved power.

  I reached up and touched her face. I leaned in for another kiss and she turned her head away.

  “Don’t push me away now, sweetheart. We’ve come too far.”

  “My father,” she said. “He got sick. I panicked.”

  “Is this going to lead into why you’re after me? After my club? After my motorcycle?”

  “Yes.”

  “Look at me and swear on it, sweetheart.”

  Jade looked at me. “I swear. No matter what—Max, want to know the saddest part of this?”

  “Sure.”

  “Whether I tell you a thing or help him, I’m going to end up dead. So what’s it matter anymore?”

  I swallowed hard. She was letting herself be vulnerable in front of me. Showing herself a little, maybe. Shit. Maybe it was all part of the ploy. Maybe it wasn’t. If she wanted my ride that bad, she could find something to knock me out with and take the keys.

  I let her go, tempting our wild fate.

  She didn’t move.

  I cupped my hand to her face. My thumb moved along her cheek. “I can tell you this, you won’t end up dead with me. I won’t let that happen to you. I just need to know what I’m up against.”

  “Right now you’re up against me,” Jade said.

  She took away the small space between us.

  Up on her toes she still couldn’t reach my chin. So she gave a little hop to kiss my chin.

  Her version of seducing me?

  Fuck that.

  I didn’t play that game.

  Remember, I took what I wanted.

  And right then, I fucking wanted her.

  *

  It was exactly like before, taking her to her bedroom. Except this time, she was on her feet, walking backwards. My hands tore at her clothing like we had minutes to spare before the end of the world came to get us. She slipped her hands into my leather cut and I let it fall to the floor. She gripped my belt buckle tight, tearing at it. I felt her hands touch my leg, right at my keys, and I twisted away.

  So much for trust, huh?

  I liked this game though and I liked where it was heading.

  I had her down to nothing but panties by the time the back of her legs touched the bed. I was shirtless, her nails already scratching down my chest, fingertips moving over my stomach muscles. My jeans opened, leaving way for her hands to grab the top of my boxers and push down. I broke the kiss and looked down, watching the thick root of my cock appear. Her hand touched a second later, grabbing at me. She pulled me free, her small hand stroking all the way to the tip.

  “Oh, fuck, Max,” she groaned.

  My lips kissed her neck. I moved down, demanding to taste her chest. My hand came up her body and cupped her breast. I eased my palm over her perfect tit and squeezed tight. She let out a cry and place her hand against mine. By then, my mouth was kissing down her bare and creamy breast. I felt her nipple touch my bottom lip a second before I started to suck, pulling her hard nipple between my teeth.

  The moment felt wild and feral.

  She thrust her body to mine, releasing her hold on my cock. The bottom of my shaft was then pressing against her stomach. My thick rod the only thing between us.

  My other hand slipped down and around her body, right into the back of her panties, cupping her firm ass.

  I pulled away from her breast and let out a growl.

  I put both my hands to her panties, ready to unleash.

  “Sweetheart, I promise I’m going to fuck you. But first, I need to get a real taste. My tongue has been burning for that sweet honey ever since I tasted it on my fingers.”

  Jade let out a whimpering sound.

  I kissed down her soft body inch by fucking inch.

  I could have gently stripped her panties off her body, but there was no fun in that. I was in control. I had the power. I owned her.

  I grabbed the right side of her panties and pulled. There was a ripping sound for a quick second and she was completely exposed for my enjoyment. Her soft skin and sweet scent attacked my senses. My hands touched her curves, gripping tight. I brought my mouth forward and kissed her bare mound. My tongue wrote a quick love letter, spelling out the intentions my outlaw mind had running through it.

  I inched down and curled my tongue at the hood of her clit.

  Jade groaned and opened her legs, giving me all of her body. Her wet folds curled open like a flower opening for the day’s first light. I wasn’t the fucking sun though. I was what nightmares were made of. My tongue shot forward like a knife, sleek with precision, feeling the tender puckering of her tight pussy. I turned my head just enough to thrust at her, that warmth encompassing me, squeezing against my tongue.

  I pulled away with a wet kissing sound and looked up at her.

  She reached down, putting her hands to my head. She thrust forward at me, biting her lip.

  “You want it all,” I growled. “Good. So do I. I want to taste your come, sweetheart. Right fucking now.”

  I slid my hands to her ass. I squeezed and pulled, forcing her back to the bed. She fell back, letting out a cry as she did so. My hands grabbed the back of her knees, bending her legs, putting her feet on the bed. I moved my hands to the inside of her thighs and held her legs wide open.

  I admired the sight of perfection before my eyes. Like a rose wet with dew, her petals opened as she gave herself to me. Showed me herself. The sweet smell poured from her body, and threatened to have me make some bad decisions.

  Jade touched the top of my head, a hint that too long had passed by without my tongue lapping up the sweetness of her pussy.

  It was all I needed to get right back to work on her.

  My lips caressed her lips. My tongue continued its wild writing session, moving in all directions, keeping her body guessing and keeping her body moving in all directions. She lifted her ass off the bed and rocked up and down when I put my tongue flat against her folds. She bucked her hips as my tongue pressed against her clit, using enough pressure and force to, not only make her scream my name, but bring her to the edge of orgasm. I slipped my hands under her ass, holding her tight. My pinkies eased between her cheeks for a little more devilish play somewhere else, gently touching, teasing, pressed only enough to make her jump and wonder how far I would take her.

  My tongue eased down and thrust into her pussy one more time, sampling all I could just as the barrier was about to break. Her body quivered, shaking with a fury that only ended in one way.

  Jade grabbed the sheets with one hand and had a handful of my hair with the other. My tongue lapped at her as she started to come, groaning each time her body pushed up at me. Her nails scratched against my head but left me as she made a devilish move of her own.

  Placing her middle finger to her own clit, she began to rub, leaving me a bit surprised. I loved a woman who screamed my name but also could appreciate her own needs.

  Fuck, she was sexy, beautiful, and a vixen in bed.

  That combination had a tendency to throw my intentions a little off track.

  The weakness of an outlaw … if you were brave enough to find it.

  I kept tasting her, tasting all that sweet honey I had worked hard to receive. I flicked my tongue against her finger, gently chasing her away. She rested her hand on her mound and let me finish the rest of the job.

  I ended with a soft kiss to her lips and pulled away as I licked my own lips to savor her taste.

  I stood up, letting my jeans drop down to my ankles.

  Hovering over her, I reached down and cupped her breast. I slid my hand up to her face, traced her bottom lip with my finger, before I moved to her shoulder.

  I pulled her
upright.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Now you get to taste me.”

  14

  (jade)

  I figured if I was going to end up dead, I should take full advantage of what was before me. At that moment, slithering to my knees, right before was a thick cock with pulsing veins, commanded by a muscular outlaw with his firm grip on my shoulder.

  I took a breath, my inner thighs still trembled with messy wetness.

  I gripped the bottom of his impressive shaft, running the palm of my hand up to the head of his cock. I rolled my hand over him and down the top of his shaft, watching the hard muscles of his legs flex as I did so.

  After scaling him tip to thick root, I came forward and kissed the tip of his cock. There was a small liquid gift waiting for me, the appetizer to the larger meal I was about to consume.

  Parting my lips, I propped myself up even more, braced to figure out how to take him into my mouth. It didn’t matter how long it had been since a man had touched me or I had touched a man. What mattered was that no man was like Max. The wildest fantasy which started long before I understood what the butterflies between my legs meant. And now here we were, together, under the craziest of circumstances.

  I eased down on his cock, feeling his thick-fleshed tip give way to the steel rod of his dick. My right hand began to pump at him. I was fully aware that was no way I’d take all of him into my mouth. I tested myself though, closing my eyes, trying to relax, but it was almost impossible to relax.

  When I reached my limit, I gently pulled back and away.

  I gasped for air and looked up at him, as though I needed approval to continue.

  “No fucking games, sweetheart,” he said. “You don’t take your mouth off my dick again until I’m done.”

  Holy shit.

  No man should talk to a woman like that, right? Only he wasn’t just a man. He was an outlaw. A criminal. He said he owned me and when he stared at me and spoke, I listened. As if he had found a way to bust down my walls and take hold of me.

  And I liked it a lot.

  I went at him again, taking him back into my mouth. This time I started to suck him. Savoring every perfectly defined inch of his cock. I imagined what it must feel like to have that cock slamming in and out of my slit. I was wet again in a matter of a minute. My hand synched up with my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself. Rocking back and forth, tasting him, taking him, feeling him thrusting at me. Every few times he would add a harder thrust, testing me, making me groan. I put my free hand to his leg and I held tight.