Boomer (A Steele Riders MC Book 1)
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“This may hurt, but I need to feel around,” he says. “Just relax.” He starts running his hands over my ribs. I feel a lot of pain centering around the discoloration.
“It’s not broken, but it is severely bruised. That will last a long time, but it’ll be less painful in a couple days. I want you to take it easy. Any fun times between you two, just watch not to touch it. It’s not going to make things worse, but it’ll probably kill the mood. Well, unless you like pain during sex.”
“Nope,” I answer. I sure as fuck don’t.
“Well, then take it easy, but you’re going to be fine.” He gets up and whispers to Boomer, “Once he’s found, I want my turn.” I try to hide that I overheard him. Doc leaves shortly after that and Boomer does all he can to avoid any questions about Corey and what’s going on. I missed a call from Connie, Corey’s sister, asking if I’ve seen him. As soon as Boomer goes to work in his office, I call her back.
“Hey, Connie.”
“Hey, nothing. How dare you sleep with my brother and accuse him of rape.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t accuse him of shit and I sure as hell never slept with him. I’m sporting some bruised ribs because he tried to force me. Don’t call me anymore.” I end the call and toss it on the bed. I just can’t deal with anything at the moment. I want to rest.
Chapter 13
Boomer
Tonight’s the annual party. I’ve got a lot to do before I make it there. Work moves slowly and I’m an hour late arriving. I should’ve canceled the fucker or just brought Crystal with me. I know that going without her is going to get me in serious trouble. I message my brother and he needs me to show up for some business matters. And a stand of solidarity, so no one dares challenge us.
I haven't told Crystal about the gathering because I'm a fucking jealous prick. I don't want anyone to see her. I plan on picking her up and taking her on a date instead.
Jackson’s sitting on the edge of the large sofa, talking to Demi. He’s considering his first tattoo. She’d go easier on him than Mick would. He’d bust Jackson’s balls if he couldn’t deal with the pain.
“Hey, bro. I’m here. Can I get a word?”
“Sure thing.” He nods to Demi before standing up and walking over to the back wall furthest from the door.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m out of here. I just came to see what you needed.”
“I need you to represent as the President. We’ve got several prospects who are looking to be patched up, but I don’t know if I trust them. I want you to observe.”
“Fine, I’ll give you twenty, but then I’m out.”
“That’s all I ask.” I know it’s hard for him because he’s not as close to my men as I am. And he’s not interested in bringing anyone into our circle. To him trusting strangers is hard to do. I can’t blame him for that. Living in Dallas has jaded him. One of the prospects brings us two beers and we talk and watch the room.
I get a fucked up feeling when a woman I've never seen before comes near me. Many women are invited via word of mouth. Tons of bitches from Dallas and surrounding towns will be stopping in. Even though I have no interest in them and neither do most of my guys, we’re not looking for a sausage party. There’s no fucking inside the clubhouse, so even if one of the bitches gets someone to agree, she needs to take her ass elsewhere. I have rules and that’s one. Unless she becomes his old lady then they sure as fuck are not screwing in my place.
"Hello, handsome," she coos. I'm instantly revolted and remove the hand that's made its way onto my arm. And that's when the door opens, and my woman walks in. The stone-cold look of repulsion hits me in the chest. Then I see what she's wearing and my pain morphs into a rage. Several of the men ogle her and Blade makes a move to talk to her.
Chapter 14
Crystal
It's Friday and I'm feeling like a fool. Boomer is having a club party but hasn't mentioned it to me. I'm a little pissed and let it go because Morgan and I are apparently crashing it, then I'm leaving his ass. Bitches will be there, yet I'm supposed to stay home and be a good girl. I'm not getting played. I try not to cry as I drive to her apartment. It takes about an hour and we look like strippers. I love it because this is my fuck you to him. My heart hurts knowing he’s partying with these women.
"What are we doing here?" I ask as she parks in front of the clubhouse. My stomach rolls and I know it’s because of how I feel about him. I fell in love when he pulled up to my doorstep in Dallas. Now, I’m about to lose it all.
"We're going to the club party, duh," Morgan informs me, adding an eye roll for good measure before popping out of the car. I'm not in the mood to compete with experienced hoes. I tug on the skirt after getting out. My tits jiggle in my tight black top as Morgan tugs my arm. We have to walk through gravel which my heels don't appreciate.
I see two large guys standing at the gate. The first has a buzz cut and clean face. That hardly screams biker like Boomer’s appearance, but the guns on him tell a different story. He's got arms larger than my thighs. The other one has a thick head of hair, but his face has a little bit of scruff. The first guy shakes his head at Morgan. "You know he's going to be pissed when he sees what you're wearing,” he says, tilting his head towards her equally revealing outfit.
"My brother is overprotective, Beast,” she complains, flipping her hair to the side.
"Yeah him, too," he mutters, stepping aside to let us pass. Morgan stops and turns to the guys who noticed my outfit with appreciation. What I lack in height, I make up for in curves. Tits and ass for days and I wasn’t naïve about it. I may be innocent, but I wasn’t born yesterday.
"This is my friend, Crystal. Crystal, this is Beast and Boss." They both smile at me suggestively, but Morgan delivers a sweet grin before saying, "Oh fellas, I know she's fine and all, but Boomer will probably rip your balls off if you keep eyeing her. Just a fair warning."
"Oh shit. My bad," Beast stammers. For a big soldier boy, he got nervous about Boomer. I shake my head and follow Morgan to the main doors. She knocks, and another big guy lets her in. I cling to her arm because I’m feeling a sudden need to run. Boomer’s eyes hit my body immediately. I look to see him talking to another guy with a Steele Riders vest on and a bubbly blonde bitch trying to get his attention. He gives her a quick scowl that sends her moving along. I want to rip her over-bleached hair out. I ignore him and walk to the bar area with another muscle-bound man in an MC vest. This is what I expected. Bitches all over him. He wants this. I can’t even deal with it. I need to make my point then leave. I’m still planning to teach at the school, but there are other places here to rent. I’m sure Morgan will let me stay until I can find one.
“Give me a shot please,” I tell him.
“Of water,” Boomer growls behind me. He crowds my space, his body shielding me from everyone else while he places his hands on the bar.
“You can go back to your bimbo. I’m not here to be felt up by you.” I emphasize the last two words which gets me in trouble. He leans in harder, his cock pressing against my back.
“The fuck makes you think I’d let anyone else touch what belongs to me?” he whispers into my ear before sucking on the lobe. My core clenches, making it hard to stay unaffected. He turns his head and hollers, “If you don’t want to lose your eyes, keep them off my woman.”
“I don’t belong to you,” I stammer, releasing a shiver. I’m so damn mad at him and at the same time, I’m weak for his touch. It only increases my rage.
He leans in again, his warm breath grazing my neck. “Yes, you do. I missed you so damn much, Tigress.”
“You didn’t seem to. In fact, you made it a point to exclude me from your ‘ho’ down,” I grit out, thinking about blondie whose cheap perfume I can smell coming from his forearm.
“Are you talking about that cheap broad trying to get my attention? You need to know something sweet little girl. I don’t deal with the chicks that come into my clubhouse. Any bitch th
at makes it her goal to get with any biker who’ll let her isn’t the kind of woman I want.” He spins me around, pressing my back to the bar. “You, on the other hand, fucked up by coming here dressed like that. That’s not how you went to work today.”
“What the hell do you care, Boomer?” I’m flushed as his hand moves to my waist.
“This is why you can’t come here, dressed like this. The clubhouse has rules and one is you don’t fuck in here. But I want to fuck you on every surface.”
“Is that your poor fucking excuse for not telling me?”
“No, Tigress. I’ve got no damn good excuse except that I want your attention only for me. And there are too many dicks around.”
“I can’t do this, Boomer. I can’t be with you.” I try to move past him, but he’s too strong. He cups my face and slams his mouth down on mine. Getting ahold of myself, I thrust my hands into his hair, dragging his head down even more. He grunts and lifts me onto the bar top, being careful to avoid my bruised side. He pulls back enough to look into my eyes. I’m so damn short that even sitting here, I’m at eye level with him.
“You know that’s not something I’m capable of agreeing to.”
“Well, I won’t be second to anyone. And you’ve shown me that I am. So, let me go.”
“You’re not. If you came about five minutes earlier, you would’ve seen me arrive. I only came to tell them I wasn’t staying. I hoped to take you on our first real date, but work went late.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that shit?” I ask.
“Damn right.” He presses against me as he takes out his cell, then with a couple clicks pulls up his text messages.
There’s a stream of them between Boomer and Jackson.
Jackson: Where the fuck are you?
Boomer: I’m still at the work yard.
Jackson: Dude, people are starting to show.
Boomer: Who gives a fuck? You’re there.
Jackson: You work too fucking hard.
Boomer: Tell me something I don’t know. I’m not staying by the way.
Jackson: Why not?
Boomer: Because I want to spend time with my woman.
Jackson: Can’t blame ya. She’s fine as fuck.
Boomer: I’m gonna bust your mouth when I see you.
Jackson: I’m just telling the truth.
Boomer: She’s mine.
They’re from forty-five minutes ago which makes me calm down.
He takes his phone and returns it to his pocket. “You know, once I’m in you there’s no going back. Fuck, I already know there’s not for me,” he states, a longing in his voice that sends a shiver of need through me. He slides his hands further up my skirt, grabbing my ass under the material. His strong hands own me and I’m trying to make sense of what he said, but all I can do is feel.
“Do you hear me?” Of course, I did, but I’m not sure I can believe that he’s serious. He’s got a long way to prove it to me.
“I’m not deaf. You made that clear a minute ago,” I inform him.
“No, I mean it. I’m going to fucking spread you wide and make you come before emptying my seed in you. You’re old enough to give me a family and you will,” he grunts out, rubbing his hands over the top of my thighs now. I’m doing my best to respond, but his mouth is on my neck and I can’t think about anything else but carrying his babies.
My motherly instincts are screaming, but I still need to hold my own because that’s who I am and always will be. This tough guy with powerful hands will just have to deal with it. “I’m not giving you a baby anytime soon. I’m on birth control, and I’ll stop when I want.”
“That’s fine, Tigress. At least we’ll get in a lot of practice. But soon, all you’ll want are my babies,” he warns me. Fuck, my pussy clenches at the thought.
“Whatever,” I mumble, completely ready to be possessed. I slam my mouth to his this time. His hands roam all over me until I’m moaning and toss my head back.
“We need to get out of here before I fuck you on the bar,” he says, pressing his head to my chest. Instantly, I’m pissed, thinking of all the whores who probably got the growly, manhandling treatment in here.
“Is that your habit?” I snipe.
“Tuck those claws in. I haven’t been with a woman in years, even before I started the club and this town,” he says, and I want to believe him. It’s crazy and my mother would tell me how nuts I am if she knew. But I’ve seen him over this past week and there’s no sign of a woman in his house.
“Really? I call bullshit.” I can’t help myself. I’m young, not dumb.
“That’s the truth, baby. You won’t get a lie from me, ever.” He unbuttons his shirt, taking it off and leaving him in an undershirt, then hands it to me. “Put it on,” he orders.
“No,” I bite out, clenching my teeth.
He presses it to my chest. “Calm down before I spank your ass. You remember one thing—around my men, I’m your king. When we’re alone, I’m your servant. Now, put it on before I fucking punch every one of these fucks in the jaw.” I slip it on without giving him any more grief. He kisses me hard, binding me to him as if it’s sealing my fate. It doesn’t matter because as far as I’m concerned, I’m his.
Chapter 15
Boomer
I want to be in her this damn moment, but fuck if I’m going to make her come with everyone in full view. I straighten her skirt, lowering it enough to cover her ass, knowing she’s going to cause me to kill someone tonight.
“I’ll introduce you to everyone, then we’re leaving,” I say before she gets comfortable.
“But this is your party,” she reminds me. Mine or not, my woman’s body isn’t for public view. She has no idea I’m presently on a knife’s edge.
“Yes, and I’d planned to walk out when my woman strolled in looking like a hot fucking stripper. I’m liable to kill a motherfucker if they see your fucking pussy with that short skirt on.” My guys are staring in shock. They’re eyeing me like I’ve fucking lost my head. They all know about her, but most haven’t met her yet. I’m walking around growly and pissed. There are rules and they know I’m not breaking them from the look on my face. Morgan lets out a giggle.
“Morgan, I’ll deal with your ass in a minute,” I say, pointing at her. She dressed my future wife like a hooker on purpose. She can wear that shit in the house if it makes her feel beautiful, but the thought of anyone else eyeing her goods will bring out the killer in me. Morgan needs to go home and change, too. My boys are all around and there are about thirty damn prospects who would love to be with someone as beautiful as these two. It’s hard to miss that my little sister’s a woman. And although they said they wouldn’t touch her, I doubt they would need a lot of convincing. I don’t even want them to picture her anyway but wholesome.
“Crystal, you remember Mick. This is Ash and his sister, Demi. She also works at the shop, so if your ass is insistent on getting my name tatted on you, she’ll do it.”
“Cocky bastard,” she mutters with her teeth clenched and her smile wide.
Jackson takes her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of her palm while training his eyes to mine. I’m going to kill him. “Hello, beautiful. It’s good to see you again.” He wags his brows at her. I’m ready to pummel him and she knows it. She looks between us as I eye my brother. He’s about to get his ass beat and seeing the fucking smile on his pretty face, I know he doesn’t care.
“Don’t get your ass beat,” I threaten, cracking my knuckles before sliding my hand back around her waist. I pull her close and step away from my brother.
“This is Cowboy, Wrench, and Law. I know you met Beast and Boss at the door.” I’m done with intros. Fuck it. I’m feeling too wild to think straight. “We’re gone.”
“You, I’ll talk to later,” I warn my sister. She shrugs because she knows I’m too busy with Crystal to say anything right now. “You all better keep an eye on her.” My men know better, but it doesn’t hurt to remind them.
“Man, you are being rude. Several people said bye and you didn’t say shit.”
“Woman, I’m doing my best to not fuck you where we land.”
“I can tell,” she remarks, backing her ass up against my hard cock. I bite back the moan and open the passenger door. She’s too short to get in without putting her pussy and asshole on display. I lift her up and get her into her seat.
“Buckle up,” I order with my voice as gravelly as the ground we walked across. I stride around the back of the vehicle to give myself a little cover to adjust my cock. I’m so rock hard that I struggle to get in easily. Thank fuck, I’m not on my Harley.
“So, where are you taking me?”
“To our place, Crystal, where I’m going to spend the night showing you what I think of those clothes.” She clenches her thighs together, digging the idea that I’m going to be parting them very soon. I pull onto the road and drive toward my house. It’s only five minutes away and one of the largest properties in the area. I had it built last year because living in one of the apartments on Main Street began to feel uncomfortable. For a long time, men were mostly the only people here, but with more women moving into town now, they’re starting to look for a man to fulfill their needs. Now that I’m taken, maybe they’ll stop eyeing me wherever I go.
Chapter 16
Crystal
We get to the house and I’m ready to strip naked and let him have his way. We’ve had a week to get to know each other and I want him more than I can say. After reading his texts, I know he’s not playing me. He’s just an idiot.