Steel: A Dark MC Romance (A Dark and Dirty Sinners’ MC Book 4)

by Serena Akeroyd

  “Yes. Of course.”

  I glanced at Keira, saw she was on her phone, not really interested in our conversation, and though I felt bad for not including her in this, because she was as much of an Old Lady as the rest of us, I just wanted to be careful.

  She had a lot of reasons to hate Storm and the MC, and I didn’t need my man suddenly getting his ass tossed in jail when I’d been forced apart from him since forever.

  “Why do you ask that?” I hedged.

  She smiled, her shoulder hitching as she replied, “I can just feel it. The air is lighter somehow.”

  I didn’t roll my eyes, because if that made her feel better, then I was all for that. I’d seen the state the women were in, I knew exactly what Lancaster Sr. and Jr. had done to them, but still, I wasn’t about to impart—

  Or maybe she’d be happy about it.

  Maybe she wanted to know that he’d suffered as much as they had, that he’d shared a similar death as Sarah.

  I cleared my throat, went to speak, then her hand came over to cup my knee. It was an intimate touch, but it wasn’t sexual. More like she was bracing herself as she stated, “I hope his pain was worse than ours, and I know the brothers are violent enough to have given him that kind of end.”

  Because she’d confirmed my suspicion, as well as affirming that she was a bloodthirsty little thing, I set my hand on hers, and knotted our fingers together. “I can promise you he died a nasty death.”

  She met my eyes, a plea in them. I understood what she was asking, and I nodded. “I promise. You wouldn’t wish that kind of death on an enemy,” I told her, tongue in cheek.

  Her soft smile was as angelic as her request had been devilish, but I’d admit it eased some of the strain on me, made it a little easier to accept what they’d done to him.

  Ghost hadn’t had to deal with the aftermath of weeks, maybe months of torture, but still, if she had seen the state of him, maybe it would have made her smile.

  A grim thought, but true nonetheless.

  Her acceptance made it easier for me to find a resolution—one that made me need to be with my Old Man.

  “I’m gonna go see Steel,” I told her, squeezing her fingers before I got to my feet and muttered, “You can sleep well tonight, Ghost.”

  Like a curtain was pulled over her face, she stared up at me, revealing a fatigue she often concealed. “I hope so, Stone. I hope so.”

  I left her, suddenly needing to be with Steel. Needing him to hold me, to take away the shit I’d done today, the things that had happened.

  It took me longer than I’d like to make it up the stairs, and I passed way too much squealing and moaning as I made it to his room.

  His door was open, which came as a surprise, and what else came as a surprise?

  The underwear and the short shorts on the floor.

  My temper surged, and rage filtered through me. If the fucker had—

  I sucked in a calming breath, feeling my heart start to pump, the anger sending adrenaline whirling around me so I felt like Wonder Woman as I stormed inside. I saw that cunt Tink with her hand on the bathroom door, just on the brink of tiptoeing in.

  “The hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked from the doorway.

  She spun around, not even having the decency to cover herself up—why would she? Unfortunately for me, I’d seen this shit a hundred times, probably a thousand.

  “Steel asked me to join him,” she informed me, a smug sneer on her face. “You should have known you weren’t enough for him, Stone.” She tutted. “I mean, come on, what would he want with a cripple like you when he could have this?”

  “This? You mean every chlamydia-tainted piece of you? Hell, if that was true, and he wanted you over this cripple” —did she even know what that meant? Figured she didn’t— “then I’d let him have your skanky ass,” I told her with a sniff. “But you’re a fucking liar, like all the snatch.”

  Her eyes narrowed, gleaming with hatred, but I was used to that. The bunnies never liked me, mostly because they were jealous.

  I had the brothers’ respect, even though Steel had always made it a point to avoid me, and they’d used that as a way to get back at me. Over the years, I’d had it all. Everything from my car being egged to getting into bitch fights. I was sick of their shit, and to be honest, I was too fucking old to be dealing with these bitches.

  The brothers wanted their clubhouse to be a fucking brothel? Then they could take that shit to another room in the fucking house.

  I wasn’t sure how Giulia and I would do it, how we’d make that happen, but I knew she was as tired of it as me.

  Seeing pussies left and right when I wasn’t at my goddamn day job?

  No more.

  When she came for me, like some kind of fucking cat with her arms high, intent to hurt me, I merely braced myself. I knew she was going to go for my stomach, and the truth was, I kind of hoped she did.

  It would kill me not to fight back. And when I said killed, I meant it.

  Instead, I knew of one way to bring about this bitch’s time at the compound. Maybe all the sluts…

  I let her hit me.

  And though it stung, I wasn’t a girl. I knew how to fight as nasty as this bitch did.

  So when her fist hurdled into my belly? I howled.

  I howled and dropped to the floor so fast that she gaped at me. My response stunned the shit out of her just long enough for Steel to come storming out of the shower and for him to see me curled up in a ball on the floor.

  When his face turned bright red, his expression livid, I watched him rush over to me, shoving her out of the way and deeper into the bedroom, uncaring if she fell. When he was on his knees at my side, helping me unfurl as he supported me from the back, I shot her a smile.

  It was filled with as much malice as she’d sent my way, and was a hell of a lot smugger too.

  Old Lady: 1

  Snatch: 0

  She sobbed, “Steel! I didn’t do anything!” But there wasn’t a cat in hell’s chance that Steel was going to believe her. Especially when I knew she’d hit me with enough force to bruise, but he didn’t even look at her, just snarled, “Tink, pack your fucking bags and leave before the night is out.”

  A shocked gasp escaped her, and my smug smile turned into a gleeful one. Sure, my belly ached like a bitch, but hell, it was so worth it.

  “I only slapped her—”

  “You raised a hand to an Old Lady?”

  Oh, boy.

  Rex.

  The big guns were here.

  His voice was like gravel, mean and nasty, and to be honest, I’d never, ever in a million years want to face him down, and I loved him like a brother.

  Instantly, Tink started sobbing, but it was no good.

  Rex snapped, “Stop the crocodile tears. Get the fuck out before I drag you out of here by your hair.”

  And that was that.

  Steel’s word was backed up by Rex, and that meant she was fucked.

  And not in the way she usually was.

  Ha.

  Make that, Old Lady: 2

  Club snatch: -1

  The day, though it had felt like it was going to end shittily, actually ended in a way that made me smile.

  And later on that night, when Steel tucked me into bed like I was a priceless possession? I let him. I also let him go down on me by way of apology for what had happened.

  It was a hard life, but sometimes? You just had to make it your bitch.

  Twenty-Eight

  Steel

  When her mouth slipped around my dick, my eyelashes fluttered. Fuck, what she could do with her mouth was insane.

  I groaned, unable to stop myself, unable, also, to refrain from letting my fingers slide through her hair so I could grip the base of her skull.

  She raised her eyes, peering up at me in a way that would forever blow my mind, because this was Stone sucking my dick.

  Stone.

  I’d never thought I’d get inside her once,
never mind as many times as we’d fucked since that first night, and to be honest, I was still stunned by that.

  She was sore, and after what that cunt had done to her a few days before, and after what she’d seen in the Fridge, I’d figured I wouldn’t be getting any anymore.

  I’d almost thought that she’d be on her way out of here, a finger in my face and hatred in her eyes, because I knew she’d been repulsed by the sight of Lancaster, and I couldn’t blame her.

  He’d been gross.

  Simple as.

  But here she was, still at my side, in my bed, and hell, sucking me off.

  I groaned again when she did this thing with her tongue that sent the tip fluttering up along the vein at the back, and I moaned as she sank down deeper onto me, sucking harder, faster, until I knew I was going to come, hard.

  I groaned, whispering, “Gonna come, baby doll.”

  She didn’t stop. Just carried on. Working me faster, harder, letting me tug on her hair, letting me grip her so I could shove my cock down those extra few inches.

  Then she was deep throating me, and my head tipped back as I hissed out some curses as I came.

  Fuck, it was almost painful.

  It felt so fucking good, and it hurt so fucking bad, that I was pretty sure I’d gone blind in the aftermath.

  I felt my cock jerking around in her mouth as the aftershocks hit me hard, and I growled when she carried on swallowing, the motion drawing every last bead of cum from my poor cock.

  When my hands were urging her off my dick rather than onto it, she obeyed, for once, and sat up, grinning as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  I squinted at her. “You trying to kill me?”

  “Death by blowjob?” She tapped her chin. “Thought that would be the best way for a man to die?”

  “Best way for a man to die is not to die at all,” I said dryly, glancing down at my spent cock and muttering, “She hasn’t broken you, buddy. You’ll be back in full working order soon enough.”

  She snorted, but didn’t say shit, just stunned me further by straddling me and setting her pussy right on top of my cock.

  I groaned at the slick heat of her connecting with me, and I worked my jaw as she used me to get herself off.

  Her breasts jiggled over the soft cami’s neckline, and the sight of them made me reach up and pinch the tips.

  “You feel like getting these pierced?”

  She snickered. “I told you, whatever I get, you get.”

  I pondered that. “Best not ask for a clit ring then, huh?”

  A grin cracked her cheeks. “From what I hear from Giulia, piercings are the best way to go.”

  I rolled my eyes, because everyone knew about Nyx’s dick. It was a wonder the astronauts on the ISS didn’t fucking know about how much metal he had down there.

  “Girl talk, that’s all we need.”

  She let out a breathy gasp as she rocked her hips, and I took the moment to grab the V of her neckline and swiftly tear it from her.

  She froze, her hands coming up to keep the covering on her belly, but I wouldn’t let her. I grabbed her wrists, holding them in one of mine, and when she got in my face, anger making her skin flush, I twisted us around, so she was on the bottom and I was on top.

  I nipped one of her nipples, then with her arms under her, which I knew had to be awkward but was tough shit, I went to work on kissing her stomach.

  The scars were bad. I wasn’t going to lie. They were centered at the sides where the surgeons had aimed for keyhole surgery, but had to extend the operating site into more exploratory operations, and while the front of her stomach wasn’t too bad, it wasn’t the best.

  But she was mine.

  If all my scars belonged to her, then that worked the same way.

  Because that thought hit home, I reared up, and twisted slightly so she could see my shoulder. “You aren’t repulsed by this, are you?” I demanded.

  She was heaving, her breath heavy, her skin pink and flushed with exertion. I knew she was angry, so angry she could damn well spit, but I was okay with that. I could handle her anger, what I wanted was her awareness that I didn’t give a fuck about her scars.

  They belonged to her, and that was all that mattered to me.

  She sneered, “I know what you’re doing.”

  “Good. If you know, then you’ll know that you covering this shit up only makes me want to take it off you.”

  Her throat bobbed as she gulped. “They’re ugly.”

  “They’re perfect. They helped keep you alive. Let’s not add necrophilia to my list of issues, Stone, because even when we’re dead, I’ll want to fuck you.”

  Her nose crinkled. “Let’s not do that.”

  “No?” I pretended to ponder that for a second. “You don’t think that would look great on a Hallmark greeting card? ‘I love you to necrophilia and back’?”

  She hissed out a breath, but I knew she was trying to stop herself from laughing. Shit, if that wasn’t what I loved about her—she got my weird sense of humor.

  “The second you start eying corpses funny, I’m gonna blow your brains out.”

  “You don’t have to use a gun for that, just those lips of yours.” I let my mouth go lax. “I didn’t know you could deep throat. I guess I should be jealous, but fuck—”

  “Don’t be, I practiced on a zucchini with Indy,” she said with a giggle, and my eyes flared wide as I tried to imagine Indy and her going down on a fucking zucchini.

  I hooted with laughter, and I had no choice but to roll off her, to land flat on my back as I chuckled my ass off.

  I swear to fuck, I rolled around like a lunatic, and all the while, she was watching me, laughing too.

  How this had happened, I had no idea. How we’d gone from pissing each other off to laughing about it? I didn’t have a clue, but it made me happy. So goddamn happy.

  When, eventually, the thought of her and innocent produce didn’t make me laugh so hard my belly ached with it, I turned to her and saw she was watching me with warm eyes.

  But her stomach?

  Bare.

  She hadn’t used my attack of the giggles as a means of grabbing the tatters of her shirt and covering herself up.

  Nope, she lay there. Naked. Bare. And I sighed at her beauty.

  I placed a hand on her stomach, making sure I traced over the scars, even though I knew they were sensitive—but I was careful. I let the tips trail over the bruise where that bitch had hit her, and I murmured, “If you got any more perfect, I’d think you were spiking my drinks with Viagra.”

  “You wish.”

  She reached down, though, and jacked me off. As predicted, I got hard, and I saw the relief in her eyes and was really grateful for my dick because, after she’d sucked me dry, somehow, it had decided that now was the best moment to come back on board.

  I grunted as she carried on working me, and this time, when she rolled onto me, I let her. She didn’t stop as she had before. She rocked until she was wet, slippery with it, and when she slid down onto my length, taking all of me, I let my eyes close as I enjoyed the fucking moment.

  Coming in her mouth and her pussy? Talk about the best way to start a day.

  Better than fucking breakfast, that was for sure.

  I groaned when she reached down, one hand between her thighs as she touched her clit, and one aiming for my hand. She bridged our fingers, then used that to hold herself steady.

  Her hips rocked and rolled, and I just enjoyed the view. Her tits jiggled, unimpeded now by the fabric that had kept them taut like they were on a shelf. I didn’t like that, and I loved this more. The way they bounced and swayed, how her stomach tensed and tautened as she rode me hard and wet.

  When she came around me, her cunt clenching down harder than she’d sucked me dry earlier, I saw fucking stars too. And the best part?

  I knew she was flying around the solar system with me, because there was no way that orgasm hadn’t been as cataclysmic for her as it h
ad been for me.

  Twenty-Nine

  Stone

  By the tenth hour of my twelve-hour shift, I’d admit—to myself only—it was too soon to be back here.

  Every part of me was aching, and before the entire shit show—i.e when I’d been poisoned—I’d grown used to the aching. It was part of being a doctor. Of being on your feet so fucking long, trying to stay awake and aware, even though you were running on no sleep, all while buzzing around like a fly trying to get everything done as you made sure you didn’t drop one of the ten plates you were spinning and generally being a superhero.

  Seriously, people didn’t give enough credit to the doctors or nurses who tended to them.

  Batman and Superman wouldn’t be able to pull the shifts we did, that was for fucking sure.

  Regardless, pre-shit show, I’d ached.

  This ache?

  Wow.

  Just…wow.

  I mean every bone felt like it needed a massage. Not just my back or my legs, but every single frickin’ bone. And my head was pounding like a mofo, all while I had to try to help some kid pull a marble out of his nose.

  It wasn’t my first marble, but it might as well have been. Patience definitely hadn’t been my virtue today, so much so, I’d made the kid cry when I’d told him off for fidgeting and had ended up bribing him with a bag of Skittles from the vending machine by way of apology.

  Learning the ropes in the new hospital sucked as well. I didn’t know where anything was, the staff on shift were friendly but distant because they knew who I was and didn’t like it—my rep with the MC preceded me, and not in a good way—and on the whole, I wished my day could have been improved by tasting the fucking rainbow.

  Only, it didn’t.

  When I cringed as I bent down to grab some gauze from the bottom drawer of the medical cart that I kept kicking around, my patient, a woman who’d come in with a nasty cut on her palm, murmured, “I think you need some ibuprofen. You look like you’re in as much pain as me.”

  I cut her a wry look and was on the brink of joking, when I remembered I couldn’t do that shit anymore.