STEEL: Night Rebels Motorcycle Club (Night Rebels MC Romance Book 1)

by Wilder, Chiah

  He paused for several seconds, then finally nodded. “We’ll go just for a bit. You gotta stay close to me, and don’t wander off alone. Looking the way you do, the brothers would be all over you in a second.”

  “Don’t worry, I know the score.”

  “All right. Let’s go.”

  * * *

  When they pulled into the clubhouse, the music could be heard in the parking lot, the heavy bass making the walls shake. He escorted her into the club, and the heat of too many people hit him like a wave. He tucked her under his arm and walked over to the bar. Several members stared at her, then averted their eyes when he glared at them. He picked her up and plopped her on top of the barstool, then leaned against the bar. “You want a Jack?” he said in her ear. She nodded. He motioned the prospect for a Jack, who set Steel’s shot of tequila in front of him and a shot of whiskey next to it. Steel gave it to her.

  From the side, he saw Paco and Sangre coming over to him. He knew they wanted to check out Breanna and that they’d make up some fucking lame reason for coming over. He couldn’t blame them; she was pretty and had a body biker’s loved: nice rack, small waist, curvy hips, and a rounded ass. He motioned for the prospect for another Jack for Breanna.

  “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna talk to some brothers. Stay put, okay?” He stroked her cheek as she nodded. He went over and met them.

  “Hey, bro.” Sangre hit his fist against Steel’s. “Were you at Cuervos or Lust tonight?”

  “Neither.”

  Sangre slid his eyes over to Breanna. “Isn’t that the waitress from your bar?”

  “She’s with me.”

  “I figured that by the way you’re guarding her. I thought she wasn’t your type.” He snickered.

  “A hot woman like that not his type? What the fuck are you smoking?” Paco asked.

  “I didn’t say it, Steel did.”

  “Who the fuck cares, bro. She’s with me now and that’s all that matters.” Steel threw his shot down his throat. From the distance, he saw Alma sneaking glances his way as Crow sucked on her tits. Her eyes were wide, yet her brows were furrowed. Steel gave her a weak smile, feeling bad for her. Even though he never promised her anything, he had been spending a lot of his nights with her curled around him. He never had her exclusively, but most of the other brothers stayed away from her while she shared his bed for the past few months. She was a club girl, plain and simple. Steel turned away.

  For the next couple of hours, he shot the shit with the brothers who kept coming up to him and sneaking peeks at Breanna. He should’ve been pissed, but he wasn’t. He knew they were shocked he’d brought a citizen to the club.

  “You holding up okay?” he said in her ear. Being so close to her was driving him crazy. He could feel the heat coming from her body, and he longed to hold her tight to him.

  “Yeah. I think I’m a little tipsy, though. I used to be able to drink anyone under the table when I was in college, but I’ve become a lightweight.” She giggled.

  He nuzzled her neck. “You’re cute when you’re tipsy.” He brushed his lips against her skin. “You’re soft too.”

  She placed her arms around his neck and tugged his hair. “You’re cute too.”

  “Watch it, baby. You’re playing with fire,” he growled.

  “Maybe I like playing with hot things.” She licked her lips and he dipped his head down, his tongue tracing the soft fullness of her lips. She brought her finger to her mouth. “I liked that.”

  “I like you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really.”

  All of a sudden she grimaced. “I don’t feel so good. Where’s the bathroom?”

  He quickly got up and took her to the restroom. She slammed the door shut. A few minutes later she emerged, wiping her face with a paper towel. “False alarm. I think it’s too hot in here, and I had too much whiskey.”

  “Do you want me to take you home?” he asked.

  She ran the paper towel down her throat. “Do you mind?”

  “Not at all. Let’s go.” He flung his arm around her shoulder and walked out of the club with her. Outside, the cool night breeze felt good as it fanned over his face. “It was too fucking hot in there. You feeling better?”

  Breanna had her head back, and he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled deeply. “I’m feeling a whole lot better. It was a sauna in there.”

  “We shoulda gone to the backyard. In the summers, we always have a makeshift bar during parties. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it.”

  “That would’ve been better. How can so few women take care of so many men? It was like an orgy in there. Doesn’t anyone believe in privacy?”

  Steel shrugged. “Everyone’s used to it. The club girls get off on being watched, and some of the brothers do too. Not all the guys are into it.”

  “Are you?”

  “No. I like my privacy. But I’m down if another brother wants to fuck his brains out with a chick while we all watch. It’s harmless as long as both people are cool with it.”

  “I guess. It just seems like all you guys do is drink and screw. I’m amazed anything ever gets done at all.”

  He chuckled. “We’re a fucking amazing club. You ready to go?”

  He waited for her to climb behind him, and then he took off. He pulled into her driveway and walked her to the front porch. “I had a really good time.”

  She smiled. “Don’t sound so surprised. I had a good time too. Are you headed back to the clubhouse?”

  “Yeah. I’ll have a few more shots, and then I’ll call it a night.” He stared into her eyes that appeared darker under the inky sky.

  “Do you want to come in for a nightcap?” she asked softly.

  His gaze locked with hers. “Are you sure? ’Cause if I come in, baby, I’m not leaving until morning.”

  “I’m sure,” she said in a low voice.

  “Let’s go inside.” He followed her into the house. When she closed the door, he crushed her to him and kissed her deeply as she flung her arms around him and kissed him back.

  “I’ll get your beer and meet you in my bedroom. You remember where it is?”

  “Yeah,” he breathed as he peppered her neck with nips and light kisses. She pulled away and went into the kitchen. He watched her as she took out two beers and two bottles of water. Shuffling to the bedroom, he kicked off his boots and stripped to his boxers, then sat on the bed and waited for her to come in.

  She handed him a beer and sat down next to him. He placed the beer on the nightstand and drew her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “You got some sexy shit under your dress?”

  “Maybe. You like lingerie?”

  “On you, fuck yeah. I wanna peel it off.” He slid his hand down to the hem of her dress and shoved it up past her hips. Looking down, he sucked in his breath when her sheer gold panties revealed her smooth lips. He whistled softly. “Fucking beautiful.” He slid his hand over the top of the translucent fabric, running his fingers up and down. “Does that feel good?” he asked between kisses.

  “Hmm…. Let me take my dress off,” she whispered as she tried to straighten up.

  “I’ll do it.” He tugged her dress over her head and it rustled to the floor. A sheer gold bra encased her full breasts, the creamy skin tempting him for a taste. He lowered his head and lightly bit the tops of her tits, then dipped his tongue in the cleavage. Her skin was like velvet, and tasted salty-sweet. The heady scent of vanilla and apricot wound around him, making his dick pulse. With his teeth he lowered each bra strap, loving the way she gasped and arched her back, pressing her tits closer to his mouth. He slowly unclasped her bra and it fell in his lap.

  With tenderness, he cupped her breasts, loving the way they were heavy yet soft. His fingers grazed across her nipple and when she sucked in her breath, the sound went straight to his cock. “You have beautiful tits, baby.” He flicked her nipples with his tongue, loving the way they turned into hard needy beads. As he play
ed with her breasts, his hand skimmed down her taut stomach, landing on the small patch of fabric between her legs. He slipped his hand inside her panties, his fingers parting her swollen lips. “Damn, you’re wet. I like that.” Leaving her tits, he kissed her passionately before he trailed his mouth down her throat, nipping at her delicate skin.

  “I like that,” she croaked. She had her hands buried in his hair, her nails scratching his scalp.

  He continued to kiss a path down over her tits, around her rib cage, and over her belly, her whimpers and shivers as he touched her fueling his fire. When he nipped at the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, she pulled his hair so hard his scalp ached. “You loving this?”

  “Uh… huh. You’re doing some good stuff to me.”

  He slowly slid her panties down, throwing them on the floor, and then licked his way up from her calves back to her inner thighs. She tried to clench her legs, but he held them open with his shoulders as he traced circles with his tongue on her skin, inching his way to her sopping pussy. When he finally got there, he sucked her softly and then licked her dripping lips slowly, alternating with plunging his tongue inside her. She bucked underneath him, and her whimpers drove him wild. He started sucking and licking harder and faster, and then he slid up her body, forging a wet trail until he covered her mouth.

  “Taste yourself, baby,” he said against her lips as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. “You’re delicious. So fucking sexy. I want to eat all of you.” They kissed deeply, a tangle of teeth, tongues, and lips. Then he pulled away and let his tongue wander over her body until it made its way back to her pink, juicy pussy.

  Once again, his tongue dove between her swollen folds, and her whole body jerked. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, baby?” She writhed beneath him, gasping. He slid his finger into her tight hole, and he felt her quiver. As his finger slid in and out, his palm rubbed against her clit, and her pussy walls clamped around him.

  “Fuck,” she rasped. “That’s so good.”

  He looked up at her and saw her thrash about on the pillow. “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me as you come.” She locked her gaze on his, and the glimmers of heat, rapture, and abandonment fueled his lust. He shrugged off his boxers, pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket, and slipped it on.

  Her breathing was returning to normal, and he hovered over her and kissed her deeply. “Turn around, baby. I wanna fuck that tight pussy good and hard.” She rolled over and pushed up on all fours. He squeezed her rounded ass cheeks, then moved his hands around in a circular motion, loving the feel of her soft skin against his calloused palms. Bending over, he kissed and then bit firmly into each cheek.

  “Ow!” she cried. “What the fuck?”

  “Sorry, baby. Your ass is so tempting, I got carried away.” He kissed and licked where he bit her, noticing a reddening of the skin. He kneaded her ass some more, then lowered his head and kissed her lower back. “You okay if I swat your ass? I’ll be gentle.”

  “Okay, but not hard like you just did.”

  He kissed and nipped her, then lifted his hand and smacked her beautiful globes. Her skin turned pinkish. “You want it harder?” he whispered against her skin. She nodded and mumbled her answer into the pillow. He swatted her butt harder and then slipped his finger into her folds, smiling when it came out covered in her wetness. “It’s fucking turning you on, isn’t it?”

  Three spanks in a row; she moaned and wiggled her sweet ass.

  Steel’s cock was ready to burst, so he spread her legs wider and pushed on the small of her back so she was lower down and her ass was up higher. “Perfect,” he said as he rubbed his hand over her ass cheeks. He swatted her a few more times, and then he plunged into her. For each thrust, he would pull all the way out before burying it to the hilt, his fingers digging into her hips. Soon he found his rhythm and her walls tightened around him, telling him she was reaching a climax.

  The sound of her wetness mixed with the slapping of his balls with every deep thrust. “It feels so damn good. I love watching you as I fuck you,” he growled.

  She cried out and her pussy spasms clamped tightly around his thrusting cock. His legs stiffened and a pulsing pressure built inside his dick until it burst. Streams of pleasure filled his condom, his cock pulsing as her walls held him tightly.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. He lay atop her for a moment until his breathing slowed, his heart still pounding in his chest.

  That was fucking awesome! I’ve never come like that before.

  As he eased out of her he stroked her damp back.

  Flopping on his back, exhausted, he pulled her to him, kissing her face, neck, and lips. “Incredible, baby.” He nestled her in the crook of his arm.

  “It was fantastic. Wow. I’ve never had such powerful orgasms.” She kissed his chest.

  Neither had he, but he had to digest it before he’d admit it. He had to see what the fuck was going on with him and this woman. It was like she cast a spell on him. Maybe she’s seen one of the seers on the reservation. He shook his head. That’s stupid. Then his mother’s dream came to him, and he fought it back. That’s even dumber.

  She threw her arm around him. “Good night.”

  “Night.” He didn’t know what it was, but he’d just had the fucking best sex in his life with a woman who he really liked. He didn’t give a shit if it was a spell or his mother’s prophetic dream. All he knew was that he wanted to spend more time with her and get to know her a whole lot better.

  As the clouds passed over the moon, they slept soundly wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The following morning, Breanna woke with a start. At first she was disoriented, and when she glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand, panic set in. I overslept. I’m going to be so late for work. Her heart raced, but then she remembered the previous night and she smiled. It wasn’t a work day; it was Sunday, so she could sleep in and cuddle with Steel. How delicious. The way he touched and brought her body to ecstasy was seared on her mind and skin.

  Licking her lips, she rolled over to cuddle next to him, but his space was empty and cold. With a dazed look, she stared at the empty spot. A sudden chill hit at her core, replacing the warm, cozy feeling she’d experienced a few minutes earlier. Silence engulfed her.

  She sat up and turned to the bathroom; the door was wide open and the light switched off. That bastard took off on me! Her face flushed. What an idiot I was, giving myself to him again. He must really think I’m a fool. She clutched at her stomach and squeezed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry. That’s the last time he makes an ass out of me. I’ll never have anything to do with him. She picked up her phone and called Jorge.

  “Hi, Breanna. Are you calling to see if I need you tonight?”

  “No. I hate to do this to you, but I’ve got to quit. It’s not working out.”

  She heard him blow out a long breath.

  “Is it because of Steel? I picked up on your feelings for him.”

  “I don’t have any feelings for him. It’s not about Steel. I’m too busy at work right now and I can’t handle the part-time job anymore. I guess I bit off more than I could chew.”

  “You didn’t mention anything about it on Friday.”

  “I’m sorry, Jorge. It’s just not working anymore. I gotta go.” She hung up and dragged herself to the bathroom. She cursed herself for being pulled in by Steel’s charms. The previous night she’d let her guard down because he was acting like she was special, but in the end, she’d ended up being just another woman he fucked. Asshole.

  When she came out of the bathroom, her hair damp from her shower, the aroma of cardamom and coffee tantalized her. What the fuck? Is Nicholas here? Then she wondered if the house was on fire. She threw on a white T-shirt over her jean shorts and dashed out of the room, running to the kitchen. She stopped short when she saw Steel at the stove, cracking eggs into a frying pan. On the side of the stove, tortillas bubbled on a grill she’d
forgotten she had. In another skillet, chorizo sizzled.

  “What the hell’s going on?” she said.

  Steel turned around and winked at her, a sweet smile curling his lips. “I’m making you breakfast. Grab a cup of coffee and have a seat. I had to go to the grocery store because you didn’t have shit in your fridge. What the hell do you eat, woman?”

  “Mostly frozen stuff. I thought you’d gone.”

  He scrunched his face and waved the spatula he had in his hand. “Why the fuck would you think I’d leave without telling you?” She shrugged and looked down. He laughed and came over, kissing her lips gently. “You look beautiful.” He walked back to the stove. “I’m making the eggs over easy. I hope you eat them that way.”

  She sat down and watched him in amazement. “I do. I’m kinda speechless right now. No one’s ever made me breakfast before. My mom stopped cooking for us when I was like eight years old.” Her stomach grumbled and he chuckled. “I’m glad my pans are finally being put to use. I’ve never used the griddle. I don’t really cook.”

  His eyes widened. “You don’t know how to cook? I wouldn’t have guessed that by all the shit you have in your kitchen.”

  She smiled. “I like the idea of me being a cook, but I never was very good at it. Boxed meals, spaghetti, beans, and rice were pretty much our staples when I was growing up. My mom rarely cooked, and when she did it was always processed stuff.”

  “I gotta get you on a different path, woman.” He opened her cupboard.

  She leapt up. “Let me set the table.” She went over to him and ducked under his arms.

  He wrapped his arms around her midriff and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good, baby.”

  His unshaved face scratched against her skin and she giggled. “Thanks for doing all this. I appreciate you.”

  His hands cupped her breasts and he massaged them. “You can show me how much after we eat.” He drew her closer to him and rubbed against her, his hardness jutting out. “Feel what you do to me, woman?”