Topaz: Book 8 of the Steel MC Montana Charter

by Michel Prince

  Warm jets spurted from the tip of his cock as he was sure she was going to kill him, instead she drank what he gave her. Swallowing as more pulsed into the back of her throat and he cried out, his fist slamming into the wall as an orgasm rocketed through his body.

  13

  Swallowing was rarely Topaz’s first choice when it came to a proper blow job. The taps on her neck she appreciated and maybe that’s why she found herself unable to stop. Her own core clenching as the mix of Onyx and strawberries danced on her tongue. Almost as sweet as her flavor mixed with his.

  Leaning back against the wall of her shower made it easier for her to wash his foot. His eyes watching her as she stroked his muscular thigh until the trail of bubbles was white and not stained red or brown. The blood, mixing with days of torture needed to be gone. An instant fix wasn’t what she was trying to do.. Even if Doc were on speed dial, it wouldn’t help like this did. Washing away what she couldn’t in the past. Cleaning the hatred, the only way she knew how was cathartic.

  “Sorry about the strawberry soap,” she said as she pushed back up on her knees and began cleaning his left thigh. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t let men stay in my room.”

  “I didn’t think you did,” he said then cocked his head to the side. “But I do have one question that’s been bothering me.”

  “Shoot,” she said unsure how far down his thigh she should go. Strawberry soap wasn’t exactly betadine and the open wound where his knee should have been appeared painful. Even the rubbed raw part higher up the thigh couldn’t feel good. Taking care, she focused on him hissing, much like with the cuts on his head to determine how far to go.

  “How does Mountain know your name is Sarah?” he asked.

  His dark voice made her wonder why if she practically fell over herself to be his, why he hadn’t returned the sentiment. “I’m not your Ol’ Lady,” she said a bit of vinegar in her voice.

  “If you were?” he asked.

  “Not twenty minutes ago—”

  “A woman has never seen my leg,” he replied. “Not like this, not without a clinical setting. Fuck, Roadkill doesn’t even tend my shit. Red does.”

  Her heart tightened knowing what they were sharing was deeper, more intimate and made the man in front of her vulnerable in a way she had never known. The water was beginning to cool as she stood. Ready to scrub fast and get him out when he grasped the handle meant for a washrag and pushed up. Standing fully for her with her poof in his hand, he scrubbed the best he could with one hand. His bicep bulging as he took on his full weight.

  She turned in the shower, so he could wash her back. “I mail stuff out to my Nanna,” she explained. “My name is on the return address. He saw it once when I was making up a package.”

  “He used it often?” he asked.

  “Just once, telling me it was pretty and he knew a girl named Sarah once, but without the H.”

  Onyx kissed her neck as he leaned forward, his weight pressing into her.

  She wondered if he was compensating or really liking the fact his dick was pressing between her ass cheeks. “You trying to test out parking spaces?” she asked. A little tingle going up her spine, it’d been awhile since she’d done any ass play and that had been a plug, not a full hard cock as thick and long as Onyx’s. For that she would have had to gone back further to a strap on with Tempest… followed by—she shook her head not wanting to get lost in a memory when a warm body was right in front of her.

  “My Ol’ Lady lets me park there,” he said, her eyes fluttered and his arm wrapped around her belly. “Sarah, I only want you, before I was—”

  Her head turned and she captured his lips to silence him. He was nervous. Afraid she would reject him. That she understood. “The water’s getting cold,” she said. “Let’s get you toweled off and in bed.”

  He nodded somberly, then lowered himself. The shake of his arm from standing tugging at her heart. He stood for her. Washing her. When she turned he looked up at her.

  “Could you bring me stuff to shave? Even if it’s pink and moisturizing,” he said as she turned off the spray and he rubbed at the dusting of a beard he was sporting.

  “Why?” she asked reaching for a towel and drying him off enough to get out of the shower, making sure his right foot was fully dry. He leaned on her, his hand reaching out to the doorjamb and the wall as they made their way to her bed and sat him down. “I kinda like it rough. Do I get a say? Or is this your vanity again?”

  “My vanity?” he questioned.

  She pushed on his shoulders as he fell back on his elbows and inched his way back on her bed with her on all fours over him. Bending down, she bit at the darkened flesh of his nipple. “Yes, you’re very vain. Tossing people away without giving yourself to them.”

  “I went gray after the explosion,” he explained.

  “Silver,” she retorted and held his chin in her palm, before bringing her lips to his. “I prefer silver to gold.”

  “Selling price?” he teased before capturing her lips again.

  They broke from the kiss, need building between her legs as he pushed up, using the headboard as a chair. She knew he needed Red to tend his wounds, but she wasn’t ready to share. Not now. Not with so much unsaid between them. Had he really called her his Ol’ Lady and had she actually stayed in the room and not run from the thought?

  A common misconception occurs when people assume the Hoez are all looking to be someone’s Ol’ Lady. More and more, she’d discovered the Ol’ Lady was less of the desire than a safe place with a group of men willing to take out the world for making you cry. The freedom to fuck without judgement brought more women to the life than dreams of being an Ol’ Lady. But this one time, the man in front of her with skin like midnight and soul brighter than the sun had her yearning for the title. To be one of the women wearing leather claiming she Owned and Operated him. Because the ownership was mutual.

  “Again, sorry about the strawberry soap,” she said as her hand danced around his abs, sliding behind him so she could pull herself close. “It is sweet on the tongue though.”

  “Let me taste,” he said.

  “You’re a little high in the bed,” she stated and waited for him to flip her over.

  A sly smile ran across his lips as he purred in her ear. “Turn around, get on all fours and bring your man some dinner.”

  Blasting heat washed over her body as she followed his commands. Her knees straddling his chest as her pussy landed over his mouth. His tongue dancing inside as moans of satisfaction vibrated along her clit. With a swirl, he swooped between one opening to another. Not penetrating, just circling the opening before returning to her core. His tongue game was fierce, making her mouth water and body buck as the light dusting of silver and gray hairs on his chin teased her clit. Her thighs clutched by the same large hands who’d gently stroked her cheek. The fingers that were delicate as they ran through her hair now dug into her flesh sending waves up the center of her body.

  Wrapping her hand around his cock before her, she took it once again into her mouth, this time for a very different purpose. No matter how slick he had her channel she wanted no resistance when she sheathed him with her body. Her tongue circled the tip, giving it a light flick before pulling away from his mouth and impaling herself on his sex.

  “Hey,” he protested at first until she began to ride. “Fuck, woman.” His groan sounding erotic, when he sat up and wrapped his arms around the front of her she feared her heart would explode. Rolling to the right, they laid side by side allowing him room to maneuver as he braced his hand on her hip and pounded her sex.

  Spots turned into stars as the orgasm crept through her body, her nerves ticking off as if a rock had been moved and now water could flow through a creek bed.

  “I want it,” Onyx growled in her ear. His thrust hard and fast. “I want it all Sarah.”

  Her name. The one she tossed away so many years ago and never wanted to hear on another man’s lips flowed as if a symp
hony was reaching a crescendo. She knew what he wanted, but this was more than pleasure he was seeking. They were becoming more than ports in a storm, holding on to an anchor each needed.

  “Take it,” she cried, bracing herself for the shift, so slight in location and yet a sweet sting of pleasure followed as the tight ring of her ass widened. His cock wet from her arousal finding only the slightest resistance as she bit on the pillow in front of her until he was fully inside her.

  The stretch turning into orgasmic delight as he stroked slowly. Not pulling out, just allowing enough movement to send her mind tripping and body reaching heights never seen before. His deep voice now took over every part of her being, as he informed her when his cock pulsed against the constricting walls of her ass, “Every part of you is mine.”

  Onyx watched as Topaz cleaned herself, she left the door to the bathroom open and shower curtain pulled back, her body still trembling. Legs wobbly in a way. This was a quick wash up, one that had her bringing a cloth to clean him again, then covering him with a towel.

  “Just to be clear, it goes both ways,” she said as she ruffled her hair with a towel to dry it.

  “What does?”

  Her finger wagged from his head to his toes, then came back her finger spinning around what he assumed was his hips. “All this is mine.”

  “Lay with me,” he said as he lifted himself up, propping his shoulder against her padded headboard. “We can both explore our new property.”

  “I can’t,” she said as she moved around the room, popping in and out of her closet a few times before slipping on a pair of panties, cut off shorts and a tank. All of it clinging to her body.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “We could spend the rest of the day, night, tomorrow, next week, fuck it lets make it a month. I think I have some fun size Snickers that will see us through from my Easter basket.” Slipping on a pair of sneakers, she crawled on the bed close enough to kiss him, but made sure to get away before he could catch her. “But you need Red to look at your leg.”

  “It’s fine,” he said a bit more curtly than she deserved. “A Band-aid. Little more of your lovin’ and I’m sure I’ll be right by morning.” Cold shifted over his body as he reached for the comforter to cover his bottom half only to have Topaz catch it and pull it back before sitting next to him on the bed.

  “I finally have you Dallas,” she said, stroking his cheek then trailing her fingers down the center of his chest. “Last thing I want is to lose you to your stubbornness. My own has already cost us time.”

  “Maybe it was the time we needed,” he said as her hand glided over his thigh.

  “This is burning my hand.”

  His jaw ticked, not wanting to admit the pain he was in, or the fact he did feel a bit weak. “I already had an infection. I’m sure Glen and Stimpy thought the pills in my pocket were oxy or something and downed them.”

  “Red,” she snipped.

  “Or what?”

  “You’re parking on the street until you do.”

  “Ten minutes as my Ol’ Lady and you’re shutting me down like we’ve been married thirty years.”

  “You won’t make it thirty years if you don’t get that leg tended to.” Her arms were crossed as she stood, giving him no quarter.

  “Fine,” he grumbled, this time pulling the cover over because he was a bit cold, but he chose to cover only his waist and half his stomach.

  Topaz left the room and he crossed his arms.

  He turned in the bed. Sitting up with his foot on the floor. He’d have to crawl to get all his parts and get away. His head swam a bit and he figured there were worse things than having a woman demand he take care of himself. She could have— he looked around the room, he swore his leg had been on the bed. The sex got a little aggressive, maybe it fell. Bending, he reached under the bed. Moving toward the end, he continued the search until he was completely around the bed. His eyes shifted as anger spiked in more than his heart.

  By the time Topaz opened the door with Red carrying a medical bag behind her, helplessness tripped off through every inch of him. Years of suppression, not helping the man who’d spent a day being strung up and beaten. Tied. Watching the woman he was growing to love curled in a ball, destroyed at the vision of him.

  “Where is it?” he snapped the moment she stepped in the room. “It’s not a fucking joke Topaz. You don’t fuck—”

  “With your way to sneak out of the room easily,” she bit back. Meeting his anger with strength. “You think I’m gonna let you die when all you need is a big shot of penicillin in your ass, then you have another think coming Dallas King.”

  “Yeah,” Red said drawing out the word. “You two aren’t just fucking are you? Okay, well. Onyx, you don’t need the turn your head and cough check. I’m pretty sure your balls have dropped so can you…” His hand waved a bit.

  Onyx snagged a pillow to cover his dick. “Topaz,” he pleaded and she walked to her closet and returned with his leg. “How did I miss you taking that?”

  “I was naked,” she said as she sat next to him on the bed.

  “Okay.” Red let out a sigh, his gloved hand examined Onyx’s leg, then removed a vial from his bag and drew up a needle’s worth. “I’m going to go with Cipro, because I’d rather not give you an Epi. If I’d have known you two wanted to play hostage, I would have done this instead of giving you pills.”

  “Had to get her to realize I wasn’t a fuck up somehow.” Onyx swallowed back his unease. Becoming light headed at the sight of the needle he breathed out slowly and soon, had a soft hand wrapped around his.

  “Give me a cheek,” Red ordered, alcohol swab in hand.

  Onyx turned toward Topaz.

  “You asking for permission to show Red your ass?” she questioned.

  “Hey, Topaz, I’m thinking dinner’s gonna be put away soon, might want to snag the two of you a plate,” Red said.

  Hurt filled her blue eyes as she protested, “But—”

  “He knows what I’m going to have to do,” Red cut her off. “Let’s keep some parts of life hidden.”

  “You’re lucky I love spaghetti,” she said leaving the room, but stopping at the door to glance back at him.

  Warming Onyx’s heart at the care, she showed to him.

  “Left ass cheek please,” Red said.

  “Seriously? Can’t I get it in my arm or tap a vein?”

  Red wasn’t really a man to be questioned. With a sigh, Onyx rolled to the right and he was starting to wonder if Roadkill was available when Red plunged the antibiotic with no mercy.

  “Your head is just gonna have a scar,” he said. “Nothing I can do it’s been too long since the injury to do much with that. Anything else I can help with beyond that ulceration?”

  Onyx rubbed his wrists, but there were no cuts, just bruising. “Maybe a rib or two, more bruised I think.”

  “Since you’ve been able to continue with normal activities.” Red raised an eyebrow then glanced to the chair in the bathroom. “We can get your chair moved over here.”

  “Why would we do that? I’ll just go home, once you slice me open and get that shit out of me.”

  “Yeah, not gonna happen.” Red began examining Onyx’s thigh. “I’m going to drain the infection, but you’re either taking a room here or if Topaz can stand you I’m putting her on nurse duty.”

  “Does she have an outfit to match?” Onyx asked as Red injected lidocaine around the ulceration. His skin had formed a film over what he could only assume was pus.

  Red paused, his head tilted to the side. “If she doesn’t I believe Tempest does. I know I’ve been physically assaulted by my wife for suggesting she borrow it when we were at the bar before.”

  “Ballsy.”

  “Hey, she’s the one who took up nursing as a profession.” Red waited then poked around the area with his finger. Judging by the lack of a hot poker of pain shooting through his thigh, Onyx assumed the man had numbed him properly. Ripping open a
few four by fours, he held them under Onyx’s stump then shifted, trying to adjust so he could slice open the wound. “You know this is easier with Roadkill or someone else holding this for me.”

  “Someone hold your dick when you piss?” Onyx countered. “What about when you were in a fox hole, somewhere hot and sandy?”

  “You really want me to do what I would do there on you?” Red asked, scalpel perilously close to his leg.

  “Fine, call Topaz up here.”

  “Tope,” he hollered.

  The door opened immediately.

  “Let me guess, they were all out of spaghetti?” Onyx asked the woman he couldn’t really be mad at for camping outside the door.

  “No clue,” she replied and took a stack of gauze from Red as she sat next to him and used her other hand to stroke his thigh under the pillow.

  “Does your Ol’ Lady do what you tell her?” Onyx asked.

  “Don’t ask shit like that when I’m holding a blade,” he said angling it away as he laughed. “Jesus man, would you want a woman like that?”

  “You just called me your Ol’ Lady in front of Red,” she said softly as her hand stilled.

  “Doctor patient confidentiality,” Red said then sliced through the film of his ulcer, draining the fluid.

  A smell of rancid meat and metals wafted up and Onyx tried to breathe through his mouth instead of his nose. Topaz didn’t faulter a moment. In a way, he knew she’d seen worse.

  “Well, that answers my final question,” Red said as he cleaned out the wound, removing any dead tissue, then adding another antibiotic to the skin, this time before covering the wound. “He can stay with you then?”

  “Of course.” Topaz beamed, then glanced toward her closet. “But we’re gonna need a few things from Hollywood’s. Then again, keeping you naked does make you stay in my room.”

  “You want me stir crazy? I’ll end up in one of your school girl outfits getting shit tucked in my skirt as the men downstairs ask if it’s true about Scottish men and their kilts.”