Topaz: Book 8 of the Steel MC Montana Charter

by Michel Prince

  Before he could figure out how they could possibly work her pussy to his lips her hand surrounded his manhood and guided him to her warm channel. He had to open the door, he didn’t give a fuck if his ass got wet, he needed more than to rock inside her and dream. Reaching back, he pulled the door handle and a gust of air filled the space with fresh air. His feet moved from the cab of the truck and his boots found purchase on the gravel road. Hands on her hips he moved her to the end of the seat before guiding himself back inside her, then thrusting hard.

  Pounding her pussy as her body arched so high, he nipped at her breasts and once again, she cried out. Now the sound floated in the air, sending him over the top. She was a stripper and knew how to please a man, but her body told him this wasn’t a game. Some play on a good time fuck looking for a tip at the end.

  With the door open, the cab had been flooded with light and her hand came to the back of his neck pulling him close to her as they stared in each other’s eyes. A connection so deep he felt it in his toes as those blue eyes told him everything he needed to know. She was fucking him. Taking him into her body. This was not some play on a lost love. Pupils dilating, her breaths quickened and once again, her core tightened around him as he emptied every bit of himself inside her. And then collapsed, ass out to the empty field behind him, on top of her.

  The pads of her fingers brushed along the back of his head. His body alive from two of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever known. Only this time, the soreness was getting to him. His left leg on uneven ground now had him fearing he’d tumble or worse in front of her. Of course, because he was no longer a full man.

  Disgusted with himself, he stood outside the truck and tucked himself away.

  Topaz scooted back on the seat with a sated look on her face.

  Onyx took in the night. The sky cleared away from the rain, he needed to at least walk around the truck. Clear his head from what had just happened.

  He’d fucked Topaz. Twice. Fuck, he didn’t even know her real name. Only Red’s mom Maggie used proper names and she even called the woman Topaz. Running his hand over his head, he had to brace himself on the bed of the pickup to move around it. His hip on fire, he hadn’t taken off his lower leg in days. That couldn’t help the infection. Thank goodness, old Glen and Stimpy had been too stupid to see he didn’t have all his original parts.

  “See anything?” Topaz called from inside the truck and scanned the horizon.

  “No,” he replied. “We better get going.” He wasn’t about to make himself more vulnerable than he already felt and take off the aching limb, but something had to give and soon.

  When he got back in, he lowered the steering wheel and glanced at Topaz.

  Wearing her shirt, panties and he assumed her bra, but leaving her jeans on the vent. Her feet were on the glovebox, toes curling and uncurling as an uncomfortable silence came over them.

  Shit, they hadn’t even turned the truck off during all that. Putting it in drive, he pulled away from the lonely road and kept in search of a recognizable landmark. His eyes shifting over to her. The silence building a wall he never wanted. “You didn’t want to know about me,” he said searching for some form of connection with her and returning to their previous conversation.

  “No,” she replied meekly. “All I knew was you were Hollywood’s friend from LA. You were a cop with him right? On SWAT?”

  “Never made it far enough for SWAT,” he said. “Put in for it, was on the shortlist. Hollywood and I would have been in the same training class.”

  “Oh, I just thought your leg was from some repelling down the side of a building type accident.”

  “No,” he replied, the normal tension between his shoulders gone. Topaz had shared her pain with him. Her reason for being so cold and harsh with him. He needed to do the same. “I was on patrol,” he began. “Normal day. Was patrolling with my partner.”

  “Hollywood?”

  “Nah, we rotated partners. They wanted us comfortable with more than one officer. Sick days, retirement, hell burnout and suicides were common place so they wanted us to be, flexible.” He glanced over.

  Topaz cut her eyes at him and smiled.

  “Anyway, she was a rookie and we were having a debate on music, saw a box in the road, so I stopped to clear the debris.”

  “Was a rookie?” she questioned, her voice solemn.

  “This was about five years ago, she’s not a rookie anymore.”

  “Oh, good,” Topaz said as her toes splayed wide then came to a perfect point. “What was the debate?”

  “Huh?”

  “You were debating music, what was it.”

  “Classics,” he said. “Grunge, rock, R & B, then MJ came on and was singing ‘Don’t blame it on the Boogie.’”

  “Don’t blame it on the sunshine, moonlight,” Topaz sang absently. “Sorry, it’s pretty impossible to not sing that song.”

  “It’s a blessing,” he said. “In a way. I was dancing, putting out my best moves—”

  “I’ve never seen you dance,” she mused. “Not once, you’re a corner guy.”

  “Yeah, well I’m sure the moves are still there somewhere, but I did this slide, the wind blew and the box exploded.”

  Coldness crept through the cab of the truck as he tried to be fine with what had happened. The pain, sharp, quick. The blast sending him flying in his mind, but really it was his leg being taken out from under him that dropped his ass like a sack of potatoes.

  "The cabin,” she breathed and he inhaled sharply. “Oh my god, I thought if they die, someone will come looking, I never—”

  He held up her hand to silence her.

  “No, I’m so—you must hate Brick.” She shook her head.

  “You’re not the only reason I live with Hollywood and Free instead of on the compound.” A shudder tore through him from the memory of the random blasts Brick sets off. “He really needs a long sit down with Doc on his issues. There are better ways to blow off steam then—”

  “Wait,” she said turning to him. “You stay off the ranch because of me?”

  He cut his eyes at her then refocused on the road ahead. What did she expect? Every time he was around, she was cold, rude, mean. No one wanted to feel unwanted, and she’d been the only one to make him feel that way with the Steels. But her hatred had been so visceral, so deep he didn’t see any reason to increase their interactions.

  “You understand now?” she asked meekly, her body pressed so tight to the door he wondered if she would become a part of it. “I never hated you Onyx. Everything I did was because…I couldn’t…in the cabin when they—” Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  With a stretch, he was able to put his arm around her shoulder and pull her to him. She snuggled tight to his chest and cried as he kept her tucked under his arm like a bird under his wing. The world hadn’t been all sunshine and lollipops for her and he knew, in her own way, the cruelty she’d shown him had been from a place of caring. Maybe not for him in particular, but men in general. Ones she’d touched and now were gone.

  10

  “You know, you never told me the whole story of how you learned to fight?” Onyx asked. “New Mexico, but why learn?”

  Their drive through nowhere was less of an escape at this point and more of where the hell are we.

  Topaz wiped her tears from her cheeks and flipped down the visor. Of course, the shitty old truck didn’t have lights on the mirror. It didn’t matter at this point. She was a mess and who was she trying to impress? Right now, basic survival was needed. Food, directions, hell for all she knew they were in Canada. Conversation really was the only thing they had at this point.

  “Um, Dell taught me, well all of us, in New Mexico. After she was kidnapped, she didn’t want us to just be hapless victims.”

  “What! Really? Now you got me curious what happened there?”

  “Dell was kidnapped by a MC called the Ghosts. They took her and put her in a cage like an animal. They were a human trafficking ring
and thought they were going to sell her.”

  “Dell? As in Steel’s wife?” he asked.

  “Well, before she was his wife,” Topaz said.

  “Still, were they morons or just stupid? That woman doesn’t walk like one who you’d just snatch up and run with.” Onyx shook his head. “If she hadn’t been laughing when I first met her about something, I might have clutched my purse and crossed the street.”

  Topaz let out a light laugh. Dell wasn’t a woman to be trifled with. She was a hard as nails woman and even when she pulled out pictures from her past, there weren’t many where she seemed quiet and reserved. “Some men are shitty hunters when it comes to picking prey. We could ask the guys at the cabin if they regret their choice in us, but I’m pretty sure the rain washed away the last of them off the truck.”

  The morose and sick humor had gotten Topaz through more than one bad situation in her life. It hadn’t always been there. Only darkness and the need to push past it could help a woman through. “Dell escaped and on her way out, she found her sister Salina, so she had to stay and fight them to get her out of there too. She is quite the lady. She was in the military and had learned to fight, unlike Sal. After her rescue, she insisted that all of us girls learn to be able to fight enough to escape a situation like what we just went through.”

  “That’s interesting. She’s okay mentally after all that?”

  “Well, she was in the hospital for a while, she was pretty messed up. But she recovered both physically and mentally just by being Dell. Plus, she had Steel who was by her side the entire time.” Topaz turned her head to take in the sight of Onyx, a slight beard was appearing along his jaw, with dark black hair on the side and a bit of silver mixed in on his chin. He wasn’t old, not by a long shot, maybe a few years older than her. The silver must be premature and could explain why the man is usually shaven. No matter the reason there was only one thought rolling through her mind as she took in his strong frame. “I want what she has.”

  “What does she have that you don’t?” Onyx asked and the two locked eyes for a moment before he refocused on the road.

  “She has Steel and a whole houseful of babies.”

  “You want that someday?” Onyx’s right hand dropped from the wheel.

  Her heart sped up. Wanting to hold it, or better yet have him reach out and pull her to his side. “I do. Just like everybody else wants it, don’t they?” She turned away and tried to make out anything through the window where darkness covered the land.

  “I wonder how long we were out? Topaz, how much do you remember?”

  “Not much. I know they drugged me because I remember the needle. I woke up and we were tied together in the cabin.”

  “Shit,” Onyx said, his eyes fixed on the gauges in front of him. “We’re almost out of gas.”

  “Let’s pull off this road and find somewhere we can hide,” she suggested, “We have to conserve what gas we do have.” Topaz could feel the exhaustion bearing down on her and knew he had to be in a similar state. “It’s dark and we’re just wandering at this point.”

  “You’re right, okay let’s find somewhere.”

  Up ahead was another road. He put on his right blinker and hit the turn lane. After turning onto another dirt road, they were both trying to find a gate or spot where they could be more than pulled off to the side.

  “Are you trying to hide us?” Topaz asked. “What if a sheriff comes along, we could get help and tell them what happened.”

  “Let’s see, I’m in butt fuck Montana, one of three black men in the state with a woman…” He glanced at her before he continued. “While stunning normally, looks a bit—”

  “Like a teenage boy?” she challenged, not forgetting his comment about her earlier. Her safety aside that one still hurt. Maybe it was the men who wanted Lyna and her size F breasts that had Topaz hurt by the comment.

  “Wow, seriously? You’re mad about that?”

  “It stung a bit,” she confessed. “I’ve thought about, you know, adding a little—”

  “Don’t.” His voice came out harsh and hard. “You’re perfect. All women shouldn’t be the same and personally, I like your body. Probably, more than I should.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do I like it?” he questioned.

  “No, why more than you should?”

  “Because, Topaz, I’m barely a half hour from fucking you, exhausted, with bruised if not cracked ribs and all I can think about is we did it raw and I don’t give a fuck. I’m not panicking, kicking myself or even caring. Instead, I’m thinking how can I do it again.”

  “Most times.” Topaz laughed. “Part A is inserted into slot B over and over and over, but the cool thing is it also fits in slot C and D and then there’s also E and F that wrap around when you don’t have time for a slot.” She waved her hands, making sure to wiggle her fingers, then had to cover her mouth from the yawn she couldn’t stop. “But even still, we should be open to telling the cops what happened.”

  “Fuck that. I’m not reporting it to the authorities. This is going to be between the Steels and the ACT UP. That group is going to go down. They can’t just take us and not suffer the consequences.”

  “But you were law enforcement before this. Why would you want to go that route with this group?” Her mind clouded with unease.

  “I don’t want ACT Up to find us either,” he said.

  “That’s true. I didn’t think of that. I just want to go home.” A tear slipped down Topaz’s cheek.

  The truck slowed and came to a stop. Onyx reached over with his strong hand he delicately wiped the tear from her cheek. “Don’t cry. It’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of you.”

  The sky was darkening and it must have been getting later, so finding a place to get at least a few hours’ sleep was necessary. They would have to sleep in the truck and Topaz wondered how they could pull that off. He was too long for the bench seat and the bed of the truck was still wet.

  Spotting a small clearing in a wooded area, she pointed to the glade.

  He went a bit off road. After turning into the area he didn’t just tuck the truck behind a few trees, he kept going a few hundred feet and like some enchanted fairytale another clearing that led to a pond emerged. He followed the path showing someone at some time had come down this way enough to show life was near. It wasn’t far until he reached the water. Putting the truck into park, he glanced at her and she leaned over to disconnect the wires. “We can stay here tonight and figure out where we can get to in the morning.”

  “Sounds like a solid plan. We would be like sitting ducks on the highway.”

  “That’s my thoughts exactly.” Onyx laid his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. A light moan escaped his lips.

  “What are we going to do Onyx? We have no phone, no GPS, we’re almost out of gas and we’re in the middle of the woods with nothing to even keep us warm tonight.”

  “It’s warm outside, so I think we’ll be okay inside the truck for the night. You have me to keep you warm anyways. Come here.” He put his arm around her and pulled her toward him.

  She scooted over and landed next to him.

  He snagged her jeans from the vent and laid them on the lower half of her body. They had mostly dried, and were warm on her bare legs. He then opened his coat enough for her snuggle in close to his body. “Which slots are C and D?” he joked as she laid her head on his lap, his eyes drooping from exhaustion as his fingers gently brushed her short hair.

  The haircut had been a rash decision she now appreciated. Her hair wasn’t a clump of tangles from the day or two or three however many they’d just been through. Long hair had been a weapon in a way, men and women using it as a leverage point in a fight. Though, she knew working a pole and having hair draping down so men could imagine it in a nice nest over their cock as her head moved up and down. The toss over the shoulder followed by a come hither stare. She didn’t want to be that kind of girl anymore. Instead, the hard ass, leathe
r clad slap she did to keep the men’s hands away had become her latest incarnation when she stripped. The only reason the boy comment had hit a nerve was because when she trimmed her hair, she hadn’t thought it fully through.

  Ass, she had for days, hips, a feminine face for sure, and the pixie cut had only accentuated those features. Still, an air of pre-teen boy showed up once in a while when she walked by the mirror. Only now, there was no doubt Onyx saw her as a delicate woman. She felt scared, upset, as he tucked the short hair behind her ear.

  Then he returned to petting and smoothing her blonde hair with its touch of blue dye in the front. “What’s your name?” he asked with a yawn.

  “Um, what?”

  “Your name? Topaz is all I’ve ever heard.”

  “Sarah,” she said. “Sarah Cardwell.”

  “Topaz come from your eyes?” he asked. “Or your hair?”

  “A little of both,” she said as she reached for his hand resting on her hip and pulled it close like a teddy bear. “I wanted a name when I stepped on stage, guess my parents weren’t full on white trash. I wasn’t blessed with a stripper name at birth, so I got to pick my own.”

  “Why Topaz?”

  “The other gem stones were taken, you know the usual diamond, sapphire, and the generic crystal,” she joked then let out a sigh. “My Nanna’s a good old Southern woman who quoted superstitions with the best of them all the time. She gave me a Topaz pendant when I left Arkansas. It was to protect travelers,” she said then absently placed her hand on her neck where it had once lay.

  “Where is it now?” he asked.

  “In a box in my room,” she replied.

  “Good, I was afraid old Glen and Stimpy took it and then I’d have to figure out where that cabin was.”

  “Glen and Stimpy?” She giggled.

  “I needed to give him a name,” he replied with a loud yawn. “Why aren’t you wearing it anymore?”