Bending Iron (Fallen Saints MC Book 5)

by Winter Sloane

  “I can hardly wait,” he said, licking his lips.

  “Dinner first,” she said.

  “Right,” he agreed. He handed Amber her helmet. She put it on and got behind his bike.

  “What’s the plan for this evening?” she asked him.

  “A night picnic. Just you and me. Don’t worry, this time, there’s no chance unwanted guests will appear,” he said.

  He started the engine. They sped down the street like a bullet. Iron stopped by a seafood restaurant, but that wasn’t their final destination. He asked her to wait a few seconds while he entered the restaurant. Iron returned less than five minutes later, carrying a brown paper bag.

  “That smells good,” she told him. Amber wrapped her arms around his big body again, and he rode out of town. He once again took her to the place she now considered their special spot. Pineview Hill. Iron killed the engine of the bike. A cold gust of wind made her shiver.

  “I forgot to bring my jacket,” she told him apologetically. Iron, ever the gentleman, took off his leather jacket and placed it over her shoulders. “What about you?”

  “I have thick skin,” he said. He snatched the brown paper bag and retrieved something else from the back of his bike. A camping lantern and a thick blanket.

  “We’re having a night picnic?” she asked him.

  “Yeah, I figured it would be nice. Don’t worry. I checked the weather. Clear skies tonight, and the stars are out.” They made the short hike up the crest. Iron laid out one blanket on the ground. Amber sat. Iron handed her the food, and she set it out. Then he joined her, using an additional blanket to cover their legs.

  “This is nice. Thank you for planning such a wonderful evening, Iron,” she said. No other man had ever gone to such lengths for her before, but Iron seemed intent on spoiling her.

  “My pleasure. Anything for my girl.” They ate prawn cream pasta and garlic bread under the night sky. Once their bellies were full and they cleaned up, they lay down on the blanket. Amber leaned her head against the curve of his shoulder and reached for his hand under the blanket.

  “So warm and nice,” she murmured.

  “You talking about me or the blanket?” he teased.

  “Both. Iron, you mentioned earlier that we didn’t need to worry about unwanted guests. What do you mean by that?”

  His expression turned serious. “The MC regularly does patrols. The first time I took you here, Tank, the guy who’s in charge of patrolling the area, got drunk and forgot he was still on duty,” Iron explained. “Bear’s in the area. He’ll warn me if there are unwanted trespassers.”

  “You thought of everything, huh?” she asked him.

  “I wanted tonight to be perfect.” Iron climbed on top of her. He rested hands on either side of her head to keep his weight off her. He bent his head and brushed his mouth against her. The kiss started slow and tender. She grasped a handful of his hair and urged him to go rough. He thrust his tongue down her throat, and she sucked down hard on it. When he pulled away, they were both panting.

  “I want you, Iron,” she whispered.

  He undid the front buttons of her dress, unveiling the lace-covered black bra she especially wore for him. “Mm,” he commented, reaching out to give her breast a squeeze.

  “You like it?” Feeling bolder than she’d ever been, she unclasped her bra.

  Iron groaned. He clearly liked what he saw and finally undid the last of her buttons. The bra came with a matching black G-string that hid nothing from the imagination. Judging by the look of pure lust he shot her, he certainly liked what he saw. He slipped two fingers under the lace to gain access to her pussy. The moment he touched her in her most intimate spot, she caved. Gave him her utmost surrender.

  Excitement coursed down her spine when he pinned her arms above her head. Iron plundered her mouth, left ardent kisses down her neck and breasts. Amber’s entire body burned like a furnace. Her nipples tightened when he licked them, the left first, then the right. God. How many nights had she fallen asleep dreaming of him, of this moment?

  Part of her mind couldn’t believe this was real and it was finally happening. Once he released her hands, she undid his pants. She pulled out his long, thick cock to caress it. He groaned.

  “I need you inside me,” she murmured.

  “Wait.” Iron got off her only to take out a condom from his wallet. He slipped it over his dick, then returned to his position. Iron reached for her panties, then shredded them. The sound of the fabric tearing only served to heighten her own building need.

  She gripped his shoulders as he lined his prick into her entrance.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I met you,” she whispered.

  He only had two words for her. “You’re mine.”

  Iron pushed his way inside her. She gasped as he made his way slowly and steadily inside her. Iron didn’t rush. He took his time until he was buried to the hilt. Sex with David had been uneventful. A duty, but every intimate act with Iron was off the charts.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered.

  “Endure the pain, baby. I’ll make you feel good in a second,” he promised.

  “Okay.”

  Iron began pushing in and out of her, his strokes measured and slow. He soon found a rhythm that suited the two of them. Iron drew moans out of her. Her breasts bounced and kept rubbing against his solid chest while he pounded into her.

  “Faster,” she pleaded.

  Iron picked up the pace. She raked her fingernails down his shoulders. Each time he breached her, it felt like he was drawing something buried deep inside her. Her soul, maybe. She hid her heart when she allowed a monster like David to control her actions, her life. Now, she bared it all for Iron, for a man who made her feel good and whole.

  The pressure inside her built as he rode her, and she moaned. With each push, Iron brushed against her clit, multiplying the pleasure by two-fold. Her nipples hardened to sensitive points. She arched her back as he found her G-spot and kept aiming for it. Iron closed his mouth over the side of her neck, and when he bit her, she climaxed. Amber saw stars different from the ones above their heads. Her vision blurred. Languidness filled her entire body.

  Iron pumped in and out of her a few more times before letting out a shuddering groan. He pulled out of her, disposed of the condom, then lay beside her. Her heart hammered as she curled her fingers with his. For a fraction of a second, she almost blurted those three special words to him. I love you.

  She managed to hold herself back because those words might just drive him away. It was silly. They hadn’t even known each other that long, and yet she felt a special connection to him she’d never felt with anyone else.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered instead.

  “Yeah,” he agreed. He lifted her fingers and kissed them. “Let’s stay here a little longer.”

  “Let’s,” she agreed.

  Amber’s eyelids started to droop. She curled next to Iron, seeking his warmth. She must’ve dozed off because when he started shaking her gently, she woke. She looked at herself, surprised Iron had buttoned up her dress.

  “I didn’t want you to get cold,” he said. “Come on, let’s head back or you’ll freeze.”

  As they packed everything up, Amber remembered she had one important thing to tell him. “Iron?” she asked as they started the hike back to his bike.

  “Yes, baby?”

  She flushed, still unused to that sweet term of endearment. “I’ve decided.”

  “On what?”

  “That I’m staying here indefinitely.”

  Iron stopped in his tracks and stared at her like he couldn’t quite believe her words. “Amber, are you pulling my leg right now?”

  “No. I contacted an agent yesterday. I’m going to move out of the inn and start looking for apartments.”

  Iron let out a whoop, then he enveloped her in his arms and lifted her feet off the air. She giggled. His mood was infectious.

  “This is the b
est news I’ve heard all day. You won’t regret this, baby,” he said, grinning.

  Chapter Nine

  “So, what do you think?” Amber asked him. She did a little twirl in the living room of her new apartment, putting a smile on his lips. Iron gave the place a once-over. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was missing. The apartment came furnished. What it lacked was his woman’s personal effects, he realized.

  “It’s great,” he said. Could she hear the lie in his voice?

  “I know. None of this is my stuff…” Amber trailed off. She left the city in hurry and she didn’t have time to pack the rest of her things, Iron remembered. “But eventually, once I get my paycheck from my new projects, I’ll be able to buy new furniture to spruce the place up.”

  “Hey, come here,” he said.

  She stepped into his opened arms. He hugged her close to him, then kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll figure things out together.”

  “I’m just worrying over nothing. It’s not like I left anything valuable at David’s apartment,” she said with a scoff. “That chapter of my life is over.”

  “What did you have to leave behind?” Iron tried to sound as innocent as possible.

  “Not much. David picked almost everything in the apartment. He didn’t like it when I added a vase or a picture frame. Told me he possessed refined tastes I didn’t.”

  Oh, yeah. If Iron ever saw this bastard, he’d happily wring his scrawny neck.

  “Wait. Our tour isn’t finished.”

  Amber grabbed him by the hand and showed him the rest of the place. It wasn’t large by any means but sufficient for a single woman or a couple. The last stop was the master bedroom. Iron eyed the newly made queen bed, then he smirked at his woman.

  “Any reason why you showed me the bedroom last?” he asked her.

  “I wanted to thank you for helping me move.”

  Iron didn’t need to carry anything. All of Amber’s belongings could fit into her backpack. He held his tongue in cheek because Amber looked so happy.

  “Baby, I’m so proud of you,” he said, tugging her close. He nuzzled her neck and placed a kiss on her pulse point.

  “What for?” she asked him. “Anyone can rent an apartment.”

  “This is a new chapter of your life, and never belittle your courage. Not many women in your position would have the guts to leave behind their abusive ex-boyfriends and never look back.”

  “Well…” Amber trailed off, turning so she looked him in the eyes. She trailed a finger down his chest. Just one simple touch and his dick hardened in his jeans. “I have an advantage.”

  “Oh?” he asked.

  “I had you. Iron, if I hadn’t met you a month ago, I’d probably be still moving from place to place, restless and terrified David would somehow find his way to me,” she admitted.

  “You have nothing to fear, baby. He’ll never lay his hands on you again,” he promised.

  “I no longer go to sleep at night worried about nightmares,” she said. “It took time, but I’ve started to forgive myself for Michael.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Iron reminded her.

  “It could happen to anyone, the doctor told me that,” she said with a nod. “But part of me believed it was my fault. Knowing David had a temper, I couldn’t imagine raising a kid with a monster like him.”

  She shivered. Iron took her hands from his chest and simply held them until she calmed down.

  “It’s all in the past,” she said. “Sorry for ruining the good mood.”

  “You didn’t. Not one bit,” he told her.

  “That’s good to hear.” Amber had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pulled away from him, then tugged down the straps of her white summer dress. Iron’s mouth watered as she undid the buttons on the front. The dress pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it, dressed in a new matching pair of lace-white underwear he’d never seen before.

  “I wanted to thank you, for everything,” she said, unclasping her bra.

  Iron could already imagine putting his mouth to those firm breasts and sucking hard on them. Leaving his teeth marks there. Amber approached him with no hint of hesitation. Iron wasn’t surprised very often, but he remained rooted in place even as she knelt in front of him. She undid his pants, never breaking eye contact once.

  He speared his fingers through her hair as she pulled out his thickening cock. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. Iron couldn’t wait to be inside her again. They’d been spending most of their time together, and if possible, Iron became even more addicted to her. Her touch. Her scent. Her taste. Everything.

  She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock, then blew softly at his tip. He groaned. Was it her intention to tease him? Amber gave his shaft a long lick, making him groan. She explored him from root to tip, taking care to explore very vented inch of him.

  “Squeeze my balls. That’s it,” he murmured.

  She applied some pressure to his balls, then finally opened her mouth wider to take his prick down her throat. Amber gagged on her first try, but she hallowed out her cheeks and succeeded on her second attempt. The feel of her warm mouth and tongue on his dick felt amazing. Like heaven. She wrangled a loud moan from him as she started bobbing her head up and down. Iron tightened his hold on her hair.

  “Hold still,” he ordered.

  Amber obeyed as he began slipping his cock in and out of her sweet mouth. She pushed her fingers under the band of her panties and touched herself, knowing he liked to watch. That did the trick. The next time Iron slid inside her mouth, he hit climax. He emptied out his balls and shot his jizz right into her waiting mouth. Amber took every drop like a champ, then licked her lips afterward.

  “How did I do?” she asked him.

  “You were perfect, baby.” Iron helped her to her feet, then led her to the bed. “Now it’s my turn to make you feel good. Lie down at the edge of the bed.”

  She did as he asked. Iron undressed completely, then positioned himself in front of her. She lay spread out on the white sheets for him like a feast, and he intended to devour every inch of her. Iron lifted her legs above his shoulders, then guided his prick to her entrance. He paused.

  “Shit, I forgot about condoms,” Iron said, a little irritated with himself. He remembered seeing a pharmacy on their way here. It was just a block away. He could make a quick trip there, but would Amber still be in the mood when he returned? He sure hoped so.

  “There’s no need for that,” Amber said, sounding a little breathless.

  He eyed his woman, and it struck him that he’d do anything for her. Iron would kill for her. Commit every single atrocity known to man for his woman. She was his. Undeniably and irrevocably. Amber didn’t trust easily, and she allowed very few people past her walls, and yet she hid nothing from him.

  Iron stroked her thigh and loved it when she shivered in anticipation. “You want to feel my bare dick inside you, baby?”

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered.

  Iron didn’t ask her again. He didn’t need to. She wanted this as much as he did. To connect in the most profound way possible, with no thin plastic between them. He pushed his dick in, not stopping until he was balls deep inside her. She gasped, digging her fingers into the sheets above her. Amber’s pussy always felt so good, so tight around his cock. He groaned as she willed her inner muscles to clamp down on his shaft.

  He gripped her hips, then began to pound her against the mattress. Amber met him for every thrust, hungry as he was to connect. To become one. In all his forty years on this earth, Iron never thought he’d be able to find happiness. His old lady. His soul mate. Now that she was within his grasp, he developed the fear of suddenly losing her. Won’t happen, he told himself.

  Sweat coated their bodies. With each push, he reduced them both to panting and moaning animals. He focused on hitting her clit each time. Iron must’ve found her G-spot because her eyelids fluttered and she arched her back
. The next time he entered her, she splintered. She came, screaming out his name.

  Her climax triggered his. Iron pumped in and out of her a few more times before filling her with his seed. He pulled out of her, then grabbed a towel from her bathroom. After cleaning them both up, he slid next to her in bed. Amber snuggled against him like a happy kitten. Iron threw one possessive thigh and arm over her body.

  “You never fail to disappoint,” she murmured.

  “What was that?” he teased.

  Iron tickled her, and she squirmed away from him, or least tried to. In moments, she was back in his arms, exactly right where she belonged. Minutes later, Amber started to snooze. Iron needed to return to the clubhouse for a meeting, but that was still hours later. He decided to stay with her, maybe take a little nap himself.

  In the end, Skull and his men couldn’t find any evidence of Carl’s body. They left their territory. Relations between their two MC had worsened, not improved. Skull had threatened to pull out of their agreement, which meant their group had to find a new route to make their deliveries. That was a problem for Saint and Devil. Iron was content where he was.

  His phone started to vibrate. Iron groaned. Time seemed to speed up whenever he was with Amber. He was loath to leave her, but he knew she’d be safe. Iron had insisted she get a top-notch security system for her apartment. If anyone broke into her place, both the police and he would be informed. He untangled himself from her. Amber didn’t stir. She seemed to be in a deep sleep.

  Not wanting to wake her, he slipped out of bed quietly, then donned his clothes. Just after he put on his leather jacket, she cracked one eye open.

  “Hey, sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked her.

  “You have to go?”

  “I can stay if you want,” Iron said. Saint expected every single Fallen Saints MC member, both patch and prospect, to be there, but whatever. Iron had devoted most of his life to the MC. They could cut him a break every now and then.