River James (Rockers Of Steel #3)

by Mj Fields

  “Fuck that! You did damn good,” Deeds declares, taking Chilz from “The Master.” “Your band was watching.”

  I look up at him. “Who?”

  “Steel Total—”

  “But who?”

  He looks at me funny, and I realize I’m kind of being a bitch.

  “I should go and see ’em. Return Chilz later, but don’t you dare lose him.”

  I walk inside and immediately see Xavier, Taelyn, Billy, and Memphis at the bar. I look toward the door and see fucking Finn walking toward it. Yaya, his woman, looks over her shoulder at me, smiles woefully, and then turns away when Finn opens the door and puts his hand on her back.

  “You fucking killed it, man.” Memphis pats my back. “Abe, get this man a beer.”

  I shake my head. “I did okay.”

  Billy nods. “You didn’t drop the stick once.”

  “How’s the grip?” X asks. I know he could tell I didn’t give it my all, which immediately makes me defensive.

  “Sucks. You know that.”

  “Better than you were last time I heard you play.” He nods and takes a drink. “Do you see your physical therapist outside of the office?” He nods in a direction behind me, and I follow his eyes.

  “No,” I reply, smirking when I spot her with the chick from her office. I never got a name, but I liked her attitude … and her tits. Her skin is milk chocolate and smooth. I wanted to lick it the first time I saw her. I want to lick it now. Her eyes remind me of a doe—brown and expressive. Her hair is cut into a sassy-do just above the shoulders, but not too short that I couldn’t get a good grip on it. She has curves for fucking days and a round, tight ass perfect for bouncing a quarter off of, as some would say. Me? I want my dick slapping that thing. Her tits are full and look soft, just like that body. I’m gonna tap that tonight.

  “You sure about that?” Taelyn asks, drawing my attention to her and her smile.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” I again look back at them.

  Natasha looks up and waves. She has a grin from ear to ear, and I can’t help laughing. When she gives me two thumbs up and starts playing air drums, her sexy friend looks at her like she’s fucking crazy then starts laughing.

  A thousand-watt smile shoots out across the room, and I can’t look away. She then looks at me, the smile immediately disappearing. She looks away quickly, and I force myself not to laugh. I know I’m under her skin. The chick thinks she hates me, which should be a good reason for me to leave well enough alone, but well, that shit isn’t going to fly with me. I see it as a challenge, and I accept it.

  I lean over to Abe. “I want a round for that table, and I’ll take it over.”

  When he completes my order, I walk over with the tray of drinks and set it on the table. Then I sit down right next to the hot as fuck, curvy, doe-eyed reason for the half chub in my pants.

  “How you doing?” I ask, intentionally invading her personal space.

  She nearly jumps out of her seat, but I make sure to plant my good hand firmly on her knee, keeping her in place. She sighs and rolls her eyes, but never once does she push my hand from her knee.

  “You,” she says trying not to smile.

  “Me.”

  “River!” Natasha practically dives over and hugs me. “You did it.”

  I regretfully pull my hand off the knee of the girl I’m going to get to know better by the end of the damn night and hug my shit-faced therapist.

  “Yeah.” I grin.

  “Thank you for the drinks. We love them. Best. Drink. Ever!” she yells, giggling.

  “Is that so?” I can’t help being amused because I see Dr. Natasha weekly now, and this is not the chick I usually see.

  “I. Love. This—” She stops when Masterson walks up to the table.

  I hear the girl—fuck, what’s her name?—next to me laugh.

  “Anthony.”

  “Keanna,” he greets, still staring at Natasha.

  “You really need to leave it alone,” the girl I now know is Keanna warns.

  “A challenge is a challenge,” he remarks, still staring at Natasha. “Don’t you leave until I come back,” he tells her, then walks away.

  “Oh. O … kay?” Natasha responds, wide-eyed, as Masterson takes the stage.

  “Girl, you better run,” Keanna warns.

  “Boo,” a male voice comes from behind me.

  “Oh, hell no.” Keanna shakes her head.

  “You look fine, baby.” Some douche she obviously knows slides between us.

  “Watch it, motherfucker,” I growl.

  The motherfucker doesn’t watch it. He doesn’t do shit but lean in and whisper in her ear.

  She doesn’t say dick. She stands up, backs away from him, pushes her sleeves up, and turns as if she’s going to walk away. However, he grabs her elbow, and she turns before swinging at him, hitting him in the side of the face.

  “You keep your filthy hands off me!”

  He grabs her elbow and pulls her toward him, yelling, “Who the fuck—”

  I tap him on the shoulder, and he turns toward me, glowering.

  “The lady said to get your filthy hands—”

  “Who the hell are you calling a lady?” he sneers. “K is my bitch. Always has been; always will be.”

  “Get your fucking hand off her,” I grit out through clenched teeth, feeling my temperature rising.

  Keanna yanks her arm away and snaps her fingers in his face. “Get to steppin’.”

  He reaches out to grab her hand, but I grip his elbow. He then turns and starts to swing, so I do it first and lunge, knocking him and myself to the floor.

  As quickly as it all happens, I am pulled back, and Masterson is jumping off stage and pulling the stupid fuck who doesn’t listen all that fucking well off the floor.

  “Fucking whore,” he yells, pointing at Keanna.

  My hand throbs. Belatedly, I realize I hit the fucker with my bad hand.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” X asks, pulling me back.

  I look past him at Keanna, who looks shocked.

  “Useless fucking slut!” the bastard yells.

  “Keanna!” I yell as I am being pulled back. “Need those healing hands, babe, and if you’re gonna be a slut, how about you be my slut tonight?!”

  “Aw … for fuck’s sake, River, that was smooth,” X huffs.

  “You sure you can handle it?” she yells back all badass like, surprising me.

  I snort. “You should ask yourself that question. Let’s you and I bounce.”

  “You do it, and you’ll never have this again.” The dick, who is still being held back by Masterson, grabs himself.

  “Never intended on having it again,” she retorts. Then she whispers to Natasha, grabs her bag, and walks toward me.

  Fuck. Yes.

  Once outside with X and company, who followed us out, I reach back and grab Keanna’s hand.

  “You need a doctor,” Taelyn tells me as X hails a cab.

  “Nah, I’m good.” I look at Keanna. “Real fucking good.”

  “You just hit that asshole with your injured hand,” Billy snaps at me.

  “Not too fucking smart,” Memphis chimes in.

  “I made a fist.” My eyes are still focused on hers. “Progress.”

  “You really did?” Taelyn asks with a smile.

  “Knocked his ass down, too.” I look back and nod toward the door. “I’m good. Go back in.”

  When they don’t move, I glare at Memphis, hoping he will get the fucking point. He does immediately.

  “Yep, he’s all set. Let’s get back in there and see if The Master needs a hand.”

  A cab rolls up, and I smile.

  “If I get you in the cab, there is no turning back.”

  “You have any idea what you’re up against?” She arches a brow.

  “I have more than one idea, and I plan to show you them all.” I open the door and nod. “Ladies first.”

  “You better hope so.” She smi
rks.

  I watch her round ass slide into the cab, and then I am behind her like I plan to be as soon as we get to my place.

  I start to give the cab driver directions, but she interrupts with hers, then looks at me.

  “I am not doing the walk of shame.”

  “Shame? Leaving my bed would be shameful? You wound me, Keanna.”

  She grabs my hand and looks at it. “That was stupid, you know—hitting him with an injured hand.”

  “He grabbed you. Men, real men, don’t ever put their hand on a woman … or a child.” I make damn sure she knows I’m serious.

  “But your—”

  “But nothing,” I interrupt, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her toward me. “I want those lips. Now.”

  She pulls back and shakes her head. “No kissing.”

  Shocked, I look at her. “Why the hell not?”

  “Long story,” she says as she runs her hand up my knee and rubs me through my jeans.

  “It’s a go. Hard as fuck and ready. Lips, Keanna.”

  I lean in, but she turns her head, so I get her cheek. Good enough.

  She smells sexy as hell, like coconut. I lick down her jawline as my hand takes its place on her thigh and moves up. I let my fingers tease her skin just under the hemline of her dress. She likes it. Her hand rubs me a little harder.

  “I can’t wait to be up in here,” I tell her as my fingers rub circles against her soft skin. “I can’t wait until my cock meets your pussy.” I lean in and nip at her earlobe, and she moans.

  She messes with my belt, and I am not ashamed to say I would fuck her in this cab if that’s what she wanted, because I damn sure would.

  The cab comes to a halt in front of an apartment building, and she slowly pulls back. Her eyes are liquid heat, and I know damn well her pussy is, too.

  I pay the cab driver, open the door, slide out, and reach out my hand for her to take.

  “Second floor,” she tells me in a husky, sexy as hell voice as we walk toward the building.

  The building is made of brick and glass, five floors, and I see the hospital in the far distance.

  “You work over there?” I ask.

  “I’m a nurse, so yes.”

  “Aw … fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “She’s a nurse.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” Obviously, she heard me.

  “No, not at all. Hot as hell,” I admit.

  I follow behind her as we take the stairs. Her ass is round, tight, and I am two seconds from biting it.

  Contain the freak. I consider ignoring the fleeting thought. Fuck, I have no idea why it even crossed my mind. This girl doesn’t kiss, yet she rubs my cock in public transportation, and I know damn well I could have finger banged her in the cab.

  “Ouch,” she cries out when I decide, fuck the thought, I wanna bite the ass, so I do.

  I look up at her as she stands still on the landing, looking down at me.

  “I’m seconds away from taking you right here, so let’s get inside if that idea doesn’t make you as hot and ready as I am.”

  When she doesn’t move, I reach up, but she slaps my hand away and steps down the hall.

  “Warning: I have a dog,” she says as she fishes through her purse to grab her keys. “Tinker Bell is my girl. She loves me. Step out of line—”

  “I’m gonna step,” I interrupt, “and I’m not afraid of dogs.”

  Her hair is in her face, but I see a smile creep across the lips my dick is aching to be in between.

  “All right, then.” She unlocks the door and steps in. “We have a guest. Behave,” she warns, opening the door wider to allow me in.

  I take a step back when the hundred plus pound dog barks, and I swear it scowls at me.

  “Tink, behave,” Keanna warns.

  “That’s not a fucking dog; that’s a bear,” I state, looking between the black, long-haired dog and the sexy as hell chick I plan on banging tonight.

  “Newfoundland.” She smiles as she snaps her finger and points to the ground. The bear sits yet is still giving me that look. “Are you coming in, or has my girl done her job?”

  “Is her job to make hard dicks shrivel up and make grown men run?” I ask, holding eye contact with the massive animal.

  Keanna laughs. “Sure is. If you get intimidated by her, you sure as hell can’t handle me.”

  I reach out to pat her head. “You and I are gonna make fast friends, Tink. I want your owner so badly even you can’t make this boner hide.” She snarls at the hand held toward her. “Don’t be like that.” I squat down, knowing damn well, at this point, I am either fucked or not gonna be. Her ears perk up, and she tilts her head. “Sniff my hand. It’s already been on her, and she really wants more. If you and I become friendly, I may buy you a steak or something.”

  She nudges my outstretched hand with her nose, either deciding she wants to eat it or make friends.

  I look up at Keanna, who looks a little surprised. “I’ll make nice with your dog just to get to your pussy.”

  She smirks. “Good to know.”

  Suddenly, I see a mouth coming at me, and a tongue immediately washes over the entire side of my face.

  “Your owner doesn’t like kissing, yet you, Tink, nearly slipped me the tongue having known me for seconds.” I pet her head, and she pushes against my hand.

  When I look up at Keanna again, she narrows her eyes a bit, trying not to smile.

  “We good, Tinker Bell?” I ask before standing up and looking at Keanna. “You ready to get naked?”

  “Is that foreplay?”

  I can’t help the laugh rumbling in my chest. “Not even close.”

  I step around the dog, and she walks around me out of the entryway and toward the living room.

  “Bedroom?”

  “Would you like a drink?” she evades.

  “No.” I take a step forward and take her hand. “Let’s not waste any more time. You and I both knew this was gonna happen when we met in the doctor’s office.” I pull her toward me.

  “I would have laid you out in lavender if Jordan wasn’t there.” Her voice falters when my mouth touches her neck.

  “Lavender isn’t my color,” I say before pushing her jacket off her shoulders.

  She pulls back a little. “Let me ask you something.”

  Sighing, I remove my mouth from her sweet smelling skin.

  “You ever been with a black woman?”

  “Yes,” I answer honestly.

  “Let me rephrase: have you ever been with a strong, black woman?”

  “I’ve been inside many women, Keanna. Is that gonna be a problem?” I ask, confused because this is far from the norm for me. However, I will tell her exactly who I am in case she doesn’t already get it. “I’m not looking for a relationship; I don’t take orders in life; I don’t follow rules; and I fuck my way.”

  She looks me up and down. “You fuck me right, understand? I come, you come, you—”

  “I can assure you I know exactly how to fuck.”

  Sweet baby Jesus, this man … This man has confidence in droves. His eyes show no fear, no insecurities, but they make me feel both fearful and insecure, two things I will not let him see. Two things that are learned behaviors, behaviors I have made great strides to unlearn.

  Self-confidence is sexy.

  I am sexy.

  “The confidence in your ability is—”

  “Hot?” he provides as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing ink, beautiful, sexy ink that my quivering tongue itches to trace.

  I clear the thickness from my throat. “It—”

  “Makes you wet?” He kicks his boots off.

  “Well, it—”

  “Makes it impossible to resist the fucking you’ve been playing over in your head like your favorite song on repeat?” He unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. His thick, erect dick springs forward as he steps out of them.

  His cock is glorious. It’s possibly the eighth wonder of the worl
d. The black-inked tree traveling down his side crosses over to his hip, and the roots kiss the base of his unbelievable length and incredibly thick, mouth-watering goodness.

  Don’t get me wrong; I have sucked dick—oral is a give and take for me—but my mouth is undeniably watering at the sight of his utter perfection. I am salivating, and my pussy throbs with need.

  “That fucking in your mind is not even close to the fucking you are about to receive, Keanna. Take your clothes off. I need my mouth on you.” He steps toward me and takes my hand, raises it up, and turns me like a dancing ballerina on top of a childhood jewelry box. Then he pulls me back against him.

  “I’m gonna make you come so hard, when you’re old and married, you’ll finger-fuck yourself to the thought of tonight.” His hot breath hits the back of my ear, bringing my body to a new level of awareness.

  I swallow quickly, afraid I may drool, which would be an incredible embarrassment.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste your pussy,” he growls as he slowly unzips my dress, kissing down my spine with each inch of flesh he exposes. He is midway down, on his knees, when he pulls my sleeves down. “Arms out.”

  I do as he asks without hesitation.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he growls as my dress hits the floor, pooling at my feet, before he glides his fingers back and forth under my garter belt. “I did not see that coming. Fuck. Thigh highs attached to this. Now I’m gonna have to fuck you twice: once in and once out of this sexy as hell get up.” He stands up and walks us over to the couch where he bends me over the back of it. “Don’t move.”

  I want to tell him I don’t take orders, but right now, I’m willing to take whatever he has to give.

  I feel his finger run down the back of my thong before he pushes it to the side.

  “I can feel the heat radiating. Now I wanna taste it.”

  Without warning, he pushes a finger inside of me, and my knees buckle as I cry out.

  “I’m gonna fuck you in those boots,” he says with a growl as his fingers work their magic in me.

  “Yes,” I cry out, unashamed.

  His fingers pull out unexpectedly, and then I feel his mouth cover me from behind. I feel his tongue roll over my clit with just enough pressure to make me want—no, need—more.