Iron Fury MC Boxed Set

by Bella Jewel

  I swallow as his fingers slowly curl around to the front. His eyes drop to it, and I could swear I can feel his chest vibrate with a growl against my body. Slowly, as if tormenting me, he slides his finger into my folds. Electric sparks explode in my body and I put my hands on the wall on either side of me. Up and down his finger slides, slowly building me up, slowly making my body come to life.

  He rubs lightly at first, gently grazing over me, and then he starts rubbing with a little more pressure and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips. It feels incredible, so utterly incredibly. “Oh, god,” I breathe as the pressure keeps building and pleasure comes to life, starting off as a slow burn and slowly traveling out until it’s a raging fire.

  “Malakai,” I whimper. “Oh, God.”

  I come, so hard I have to press a hand over my mouth to stop the moan that threatens to let the whole cottage know exactly what’s happening to me in here. Malakai slips his finger from my depths and looks up at me, and oh, I swear, I want to cup his face in my fingers and kiss him until we both stop breathing.

  He stands up, as if reading my mind, and cups my face in his hands, kissing me. It starts off slow but gradually builds until our tongues are dancing, our lips are crashing, and our bodies are molded together. I reach up, curling my fingers into his hair and tugging him down, trying to make the kiss deeper, even though it’s already as deep as it can get.

  His hard length is pressed against my belly, and it only makes the ache inside me stronger.

  Only when Maverick pounds on the door to yell that our tea is ready, and Malakai relays this to me by pulling away and turning his head, yelling something and then telling me what’s happening, do we separate. Carefully, I get dressed with Mal’s help and we both head out to the living area where Scarlett and Maverick are waiting.

  And smirking.

  My cheeks burn, and I smile shyly and hobble over to sit next to Scarlett on the sofa. She turns to me. “Are you okay, honey?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I’m going to go to sleep soon, I think. I feel … drained.”

  “Is everything okay? Did you want to talk about what upset you?”

  I stare at her, then glance at the other two men. They’re all watching me. They all want answers. But I don’t want to ruin this. This moment. This moment where they believe that I’m not a terrible person. So, I smile and say, “I just had a hard afternoon, it happens sometimes. I’m okay now. I didn’t mean for what happened tonight to happen. Silver got scared and reared up.”

  “Silver?” Scarlett asks, with a smile.

  “I didn’t know his name, so that’s what I called him.”

  She smiles a little. “He’s only new, he’s a well-trained horse but hasn’t spent time on trails. I’m sorry that happened.”

  “It’s not your fault.”

  I sip my tea, and the two men disappear to talk for a few minutes. I tell Scarlett I’m going to bed and she helps me into the spare room. Once I’m sitting comfortably, she looks to me. “You sure you’re okay?”

  I smile, even though inside I feel like I’m just falling to pieces. “Yeah.”

  “How about you and Malakai?”

  She’s smiling. She can’t help it. I smile back, flushing. “I like him, so much, I’m just … scared.”

  “Of what?” she asks me, taking my hands. “He’s such a good man. I know he’s a biker, trust me I had the same thoughts, but they will take care of you. I promise you that.”

  “It’s not that, I just … I don’t know.”

  I look away, because I know she can’t continue talking if I don’t look at her. I’m a coward, but I don’t want to answer questions. I just want to sort myself out and fix this. Whatever it is.

  Malakai deserves better.

  Scarlett squeezes my knee, and I glance at her. “I’m so tired. Thanks for letting me stay, Scar.”

  She looks sad, but she reaches forward and hugs me. “Goodnight, Am. Come and get me if you need anything. Anything at all.”

  “I will, thanks, and Scar?”

  She smiles. “Yeah?”

  “Say goodnight to Malakai for me.”

  She goes to argue, but closes her lips and nods. “I will.”

  When she’s gone, I roll to my side and stare at the wall, feeling drained, exhausted and in pain.

  I turn to my other side and gasp when I see Malakai standing at my door, eyes on me, looking intense. My heart races and I sit up.

  “You can’t get away from me that easily, darlin’.”

  I look away, exhaling, and then I look to him again.

  “What are you so afraid of?” he asks me, eyes so intense it burns.

  I decide to tell him the truth, because god damn I’m tired of every piece of my life being a lie.

  “Myself,” I whisper.

  Myself.

  So damned afraid of myself.

  ~*~*~*~

  MALAKAI

  Herself.

  She’s afraid of herself.

  That statement doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but I can see it in her eyes that she means it with every single piece of who she is. I wonder what the fuck happened to her to make her think that she’s a bad person, because from what I’ve seen, she absolutely is not. She’s pure of heart, and very few people can say that about themselves.

  I don’t ask if she wants it, or if she doesn’t, I just start stripping off my clothes until I’m in my jeans, and then I walk over to the bed, pulling the covers to the side and sliding in. Amalie stares at me, eyes wide. “Try and kick me out, darlin’, see what happens to you. I’m stayin’.”

  “Why?” she whispers, looking into my eyes.

  I roll closer to her, and fuck she smells amazing. I want so much more from her than she’s willing to give, but I’m also not going to push her for it. She’ll give it to me when she’s ready, but she will give it to me. No matter what I have to do. Felt a lot of fucking things in my life, but nothing on what Amalie does to me.

  She’s mine.

  Even if she refuses to accept that yet.

  “Why am I stayin’?”

  She nods.

  “Because you make me a better fuckin’ man. And I want to stop whatever pain is in your eyes. So, I’m stayin’. So you know, that even if it’s just for a night, you’re fuckin’ safe. Because you are, Amalie. You’re always safe with me.”

  She swallows and her bottom lip shakes, but she quickly recovers. She might think she’s fragile and broken, but she has a strength inside her too. A strength that I don’t think she yet realizes.

  “We know nothing about each other. How can you be so sure I make you better?”

  “That stuff comes, eventually. But if you want to know somethin’, ask me. Got nothin’ to hide from you. The way you make me feel is far more than a fuckin’ story, Amalie. It’s the whole god damned tale, and I feel it right here, harder than I’ve ever felt anythin’ in my life.” I slam a fist over my chest.

  “I do want to know more about you, Malakai. Because you do make me feel different to anyone else in my life, I can’t really explain it. So, if I ask, will you answer?” she questions, shuffling a little closer.

  “‘Course I will.”

  “How did you become the President of a motorcycle club?”

  I grin at her. “Goin’ straight for the big questions.”

  “Yeah.” She smiles shyly, and fuck, I want to kiss her again.

  All fucking night.

  But instead, I answer her question.

  “My dad was President, and his dad before that. It was either Maverick or I that it got passed down to. I wanted it. Maverick didn’t. Simple as that, really.”

  “Is that what you wanted to do with your life?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I knew it growin’ up. Club life was all I had. So I didn’t question if there was anythin’ else out there for me. I wanted it. I breathed it. I lived it.”

  “It’s a dangerous life, isn’t it?”

  I hold her eyes. “Anything in this
world can be dangerous, darlin’. You gotta know that by now. I try to keep my hands out, and my club’s hands out, of anything illegal. Don’t mean I don’t do illegal things, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my club. But mostly we trade through, and work with, legal sources.”

  “So the purpose of your club is to keep people from doing bad things around town? Like Treyton?”

  “Yeah and no. It isn’t what I’m here to do. We buy shit, we sell shit, we make shit, we rid the town of scum when they get out of hand. We don’t like our name bein’ dragged into the mud. Treyton is scum, and his operation affects people very close to me, includin’ you, so I will rid this town of him.”

  She stares at me, biting her lower lip for a second before finally asking the question that’s obviously playing over in her mind. “Are you going to kill him?”

  I hold her eyes. “Does that scare you, Amalie? That I might take his life with my bare hands?”

  Her eyes widen, and she looks at me, really looks at me. And I let her. I let her see it all. Because she needs to know I will not hesitate when it comes to protecting my club and my family. I will take life after life if it means I can sleep soundly at night knowing they’re okay.

  “No,” she whispers. “Not with him. He’s a bad man, not just for what he’s doing in the town, but for what he did to Scarlett.”

  “And to you.”

  She flinches.

  And that is all the more reason for me to find that little fucker and gut him slowly.

  “And to me,” she agrees.

  “I will make him pay for that. You can rest assured that I will make him scream for what he did to you, Amalie. And to Scarlett. He will wish he was never fuckin’ born.”

  She swallows and then says in a soft, but strong voice, “You scare me, Malakai, but it’s the kind of scary I want in my life.”

  “Then quit fuckin’ runnin’ away from me.”

  She looks away, and before I can ask more, changes the subject. Smooth. Quick. Effortless.

  “Have you ever been married?”

  I shake my head, and her cheeks go pink. Can she feel that? Does she know how fucking sweet it makes her look?

  “What about love? Have you ever been in love?”

  I shake my head again, this time her eyes get wide.

  “What’s so shockin’ about that?” I ask her, then give her a wolfish grin. “I know it’s surprisin’ with a man as fuckin’ good lookin’ as me, but it’s the truth.”

  She giggles, and it fucking hits me right in the gut.

  Perfection.

  “There’s that,” she says softly, her voice happy and light. “And there’s the fact that you’re a man, and I figured most people had been in love at least once in their lives. Isn’t it how we learn?”

  “Depends how you look at it. I figure if I haven’t been in love, it means I’m savin’ it all up for the right woman, for the woman who will own all of my heart, not just pieces of it.”

  She smiles.

  And it touches her eyes.

  And it’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the woman I’m saving it for.

  And she will get all of it.

  Every, single, inch.

  -9-

  THEN – AMALIE

  I scream in frustration, slamming my hands down over the keys of my piano, kicking my legs out until they hit the back of it. I can’t play. It’s been four weeks since my ear operation, and since I left the hospital, and I can’t play. No matter what I do. I try, god do I try, but I can’t hear the pitch, I can’t hear the music, I can’t hear a damn thing.

  Caiden has moved in with his parents and hates me. He hates me so much. So to add to the fact that I can’t hear, and I can’t play, I also have ruined someone’s life. No matter how hard I try to go and see him, they kick me back out again. But I still go, every single day, because I need him to know I won’t abandon him.

  I will stand by him because he deserves that much respect.

  But my music is a whole other pain. It was everything. It was the only thing I lived and breathed. I had the opportunity to join a band after I auditioned for a spot. They’re going on tour next year with Scarlett Belle. Scarlett. Belle. It was the chance of a lifetime. When I played for them, they loved my music.

  They wanted me.

  They still do.

  Only I can’t play.

  I can’t god damned play.

  My eyes clench shut in frustration and I try again, running my fingers over the keys, trying to get the pitch right. I can hear it, faintly enough, but I can’t hear how loud, or how high, or anything but this incessant ringing in my ears. I want to throw the towel in and give it up, but without my music, I simply am not me.

  A tap to my shoulder has me spinning around to see my mother standing behind me. She’s staring at me, disappointed no doubt. She doesn’t support my music. She doesn’t support my choice of career paths, and she wants me to stop. But I come in here, every single day, and I practice. I practice, and I practice. I get angry. I cry. I yell. But I do not give up.

  “You need to find something else to do.”

  It’s amazing how quickly you can learn to read someone’s lips when you can no longer hear their words. It took me a few weeks, and now people have to speak really slowly, which they all do, even my stubborn mother, so it makes it easier for me to read what they’re saying. Even then, I still often ask them to repeat their words.

  “This is my life. I’m not giving up on it.”

  “You need to heal,” she tells me, and I can read the frustration in her face. “Caiden needs you more than you need this music.”

  “Caiden hates me.”

  “He has every right to, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need you.”

  Her words hit me like a thump to the chest.

  I open my mouth to say something, but my father walks into the room and says something to her. She argues back a little, and then shakes her head and storms out. I look up and meet his eyes, thankful that he is around to have my back, because if he wasn’t, I don’t know what I’d do.

  “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

  I shrug. “I can’t play, and Mom keeps making me feel so bad about Caiden. Like I don’t already live with that intense guilt.”

  He nods. “She’s just confused, don’t let her get to you. Caiden will get better. It’s just going to take time. Right now he’s hurt and probably very lost, just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s all you can do.”

  I nod, shoulders slumping as I exhale.

  “And as for your music,” he tells me. “Don’t give up on that, either. I know what your mother thinks of it, but I don’t agree. You have an incredibly rare talent, Amalie. Don’t let it go.”

  “I can’t play anymore, Daddy,” I say softly. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t play. I can’t get the pitch or the tones right. I can’t hear if it sounds good, or bad, and my fingers won’t do what they’re supposed to.”

  He smiles at me. “You’re focusing so much on hearing the music. You need to accept the fact that you can’t hear it anymore, Amalie. So you need to find another way to let it into your soul. Connect with it on a different level. Music is your soul, and it goes far deeper than hearing. Trust in yourself.”

  With that, he turns and walks out.

  I glance back at the piano, and I place my fingers on the keys, pressing down. My fingers vibrate with the sound, only a little, but I can feel it. I shuffle forward and place my feet against the back of it, and press on the keys. The vibrations go right through it.

  Is he right?

  If I stop concentrating on hearing it, maybe I’ll learn to feel it?

  Maybe my fingers will just let me do what it is I need to do.

  I close my eyes, and I start playing a basic song that I know the notes to like the back of my hand. Every note I press, I take note of how the vibrations feel against my fingers and against my feet
. I also take note of how it sounds to me. As I am now. Not as I remember it. I listen carefully, I take note of the different ways the music sounds to me, and I know my father is right.

  I will never play the way I did before.

  Because I’ll never be the way I was before.

  I’m different now.

  And so is my music.

  ~*~*~*~

  MALAKAI

  “Charlie’s here, boss,” Koda tells me, swinging the door open to my office and strolling in.

  “Ever heard of fuckin’ knockin’?” I bark at him, frustrated.

  I’m frustrated because since Scarlett’s attack, I’ve heard fucking nothing from Treyton. Nothing about Treyton. He took the drugs he transported into Denver with Scarlett’s bus, and he disappeared. Where he went, I do not fucking know, all I know is that he’ll come back.

  Because he isn’t done.

  He made that clear.

  “What got up your fuckin’ nose?” Koda grunts.

  “Just send Charlie in.”

  “Righto.”

  He walks out and comes back a minute later with Charlie by his side. She strolls in without a fear in the world and stops at the front of my desk, looking down at me. Her tits are popping out of her tight shirt. Fucking rebel, this girl, without a doubt. Will take a strong man to tame her down.

  “I got a little information, it isn’t a lot, but it’s a start.”

  “Well, spill it, girl,” I growl. “Not in the mood for fuckin’ games.”

  “You want the information, you better start speaking to me with a little respect, biker.”

  I launch out of my chair and slam my hands on the desk, leaning forward and holding her eyes. “You want me to protect your fuckin’ ass from whatever it is you’re runnin’ from, you will start doin’ as I fuckin’ say, when I fuckin’ say it.”

  Her jaw tics, but she doesn’t fight me any further. In a rough, pissed off voice, she tells me, “There are a lot of drugs running through town. More than usual. A big deal. The drugs are good. Selling for a lot of money. Whoever is sourcing them is doing a good job at hiding. I couldn’t get a name, or any information, out of anyone I tried to buy off. But I did get some of the stuff being sold.”