Thunderclap (Steel Infidels MC) (Bad Boy Romance) (Steel Infidels Series Book 4)

by Burke, Dez

  I don’t have time to answer before his head swoops down and he encloses a hard nipple in the heat of his mouth.

  “Jesse,” I cry out, clutching the dark hair that I love so much as his lips seal around the nipple and sucks with urgent tugs.

  Nothing has ever felt so good.

  The feelings grow more intense with a hand inching up my leg and under my short skirt. His hands cup beneath my ass, half-lifting me off the bar as he reaches for my thong panties. With a strong tug, he rips them right off me and throws them on the floor, followed by my skirt.

  “Those are my favorite pair,” I scold.

  “I’ll buy you more, or even better, you can go without. Then I can rub your bare ass whenever I feel like it. Lie back. Those sexy as hell leather boots are staying on.”

  He lifts my legs to place them over his shoulders while he scoots my ass right to the edge of the bar.

  “Perfect,” he says, sliding his hands down my thighs. “Just as I imagined. Your pussy is lined up exactly where I want you to be.”

  I lean back on my bent elbows, using them to support me as he takes his position in between my legs, which he pushes wider apart. His hand slips between my thighs and the next moment his fingers are skimming over my mound.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he says with a deep groan, sliding one finger then two deep inside. “Did you miss me?” My tightness and heat clasps hold of his fingers, and his breath catches as he feels the sensation.

  “God! Yes!” I writhe against his hand and hear him chuckle with pleasure. How I missed him!

  “Show me how much. Rub your tits for me,” Jesse says, his eyes gone almost black with unadulterated lust. “Make your nipples hard while you watch me.”

  Shy at first but eager to please him, I squeeze my full breasts together and tug on the large nipples. Without breaking eye contact, he finger fucks me harder, with each thrust almost lifting me off the bar while his thumb rubs my clit.

  “You’re so unbelievably beautiful to me,” he says.

  He spreads my legs wider and moves his head between them. My thighs quiver as he rubs his day-old stubble gently against them and kisses his way up my leg.

  “I want to taste you,” he murmurs. “So many long nights I would have given anything for one more sweet taste of you inside and out. Sometimes I would close my eyes and remember how it felt to bury my face between your legs. Your scent, your flavor. I never dreamed I would get the chance to be with you like this again.”

  Removing his fingers, he replaces them with his tongue. I buck hard into his face and he clutches my thighs, holding me steady on the bar. I fist my hands in his thick hair and bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  He looks up at me, his eyes mirroring every emotion surging through my body before using first the flat of his tongue and then just the tip to tease me.

  Hungrily, I slide my hands from his shoulders down to grip his muscular upper arms. I can never get enough of the feel of his skin beneath the palms of my hand. A lifetime spent tracing the dark black tattoos lining his body will never be enough. I want to lick and touch every symbol, every letter.

  I close my eyes in ecstasy as Jesse gives me everything I want and need, driving me to the edge of sanity when he touches my clit with his tongue.

  “Open your eyes,” he commands hoarsely, raising his head to look at me. “I want to make you cum harder than you ever have so you’ll know your gorgeous body was made just for my touch.”

  He murmurs sexy, dirty words to me, telling me how hot I am and how much he craves one more touch of me. How I am like a drug to his system that he can never get enough of.

  Instincts take over, and all I can focus on is Jesse’s tongue grinding into my sex with delicious pressure. Now that I know that he is playing for keeps, I relax and give in to all the wonderful sensations flooding my body.

  The empty bar fills with the sound of my moans. I’m past the point of being embarrassed by how good his mouth feels. Clutching his hair, I wiggle wantonly beneath his tongue. He nibbles on my clit and I cry out his name as a powerful orgasm hits, sending wave after wave of contractions through my body. When I float back to earth, he looks up at me from between my legs.

  “You’re a living, breathing wet dream,” he says hoarsely. “I would have waited forever to feel you cum on my face again.”

  Suddenly he slides me backward on the slippery bar. I clutch the edge, afraid I’ll fall off the side straight into the bottles of liquor. He chuckles and the sound thrills my heart. I love to hear him laugh.

  “I won’t let you fall,” he says with a devilish grin. “Trust me, I’ve got you. From now on, I’ve always got you.” In one smooth move, he pulls himself up to join me on the bar then strips off his shirt.

  I stare at him, awestruck. His tanned chest muscles are bigger than I remember. My hands quickly spread over his pecs and the large Steel Infidels tattoo running across the width of his chest.

  “There’s one last part of my fantasy yet to be fulfilled,” he says. “Roll over and scoot up on your knees. See that mirror?” He points to our reflection in the long mirror behind the bar. “Don’t take your eyes off it.”

  I catch a glimpse of our bodies. Jesse is shirtless, deeply tanned and sexy as hell. I’m sprawled out on the bar wearing nothing but black leather boots.

  “Thank God for your vivid imagination,” I say. I turn over, tilt my ass high in the air, and brace myself on my elbows.

  “Fuck,” he groans, his fingers tightening on my flesh as he gets a full view of what I’m offering up for his taking. “Damn, Trish. That’s just...damn. You’re driving me insane.”

  I watch in the mirror as he kneels behind me, quickly unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants. With one hand, he pulls free his large, hard erection.

  Oh. My. God.

  “I’ll never forget how wild and sexy you look at this moment,” he says. “No matter how amazing my fantasies were, they never came close to this reality. I need you. So much it’s fucking unreal.”

  He spreads my ass cheeks and fingers me one more time slowly before placing the head of his thick cock against my pussy. Grabbing a handful of my long hair, he wraps it around his hand and pulls my head back slightly. His blue eyes meet mine in the mirror. Just when I think the waiting will drive me crazy, he slides into me in one powerful thrust.

  I can’t think and can only feel.

  Slowly, he begins to move. He draws out inch by inch and then thrusts back in, increasing his pace and intensity. Each time, he sinks himself in to the balls and causes his groin to smack into my ass. I can’t take my eyes off the mirror. I love the sight of his cock appearing and then disappearing into my pussy.

  Watching him fuck me from behind is wild, erotic, and primal.

  “Please tell me this is as good for you as it is for me,” he murmurs before slamming into me a bit more fiercely and reaching under me to tweak my nipple in his fingers.

  “Better than good,” I moan between thrusts. “You’re the only man who can make me feel this way.”

  I’m so close when I hear his deep, rough groans. He angles his hips and plunges deeper than ever. I bump and grind back against him, seeking more. He grabs my swaying tit and massages hard.

  “Yes...oh yes!” I cry out in a blend of agony and bliss. Another strangled moan escapes me, and my inner muscles spasm and clench like a fist around him.

  His pace becomes a blur of stabbing thrusts, and an instant later Jesse climaxes with me. He lets out a choked curse and grips my hips to hold me tight against him.

  I gasp at the visual in the mirror, watching how powerfully he loses control, just like everything else he does. No filters or holding back. Nothing but pure masculine energy pumping into me.

  Jesse.

  All man.

  And all mine.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  JESSE

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I lean forward to kiss my way down Trish’s spine.

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nbsp; “I may never be able to walk again,” she says with a laugh. “Other than that, I’m great.”

  With a long, regretful sigh, I slide off the bar and adjust my pants. “We need to find your clothes.”

  “No, you need to find my clothes,” Trish says. “I’m not running around the bar naked. You lost them, you find them. Last time I saw them, they were flying through the air in that direction.” She smiles and points behind me.

  I spot her clothes under a table and after retrieving them, hold up the ripped pink panties by one finger.

  “Since these aren’t any good to you anymore, I’m keeping them as a souvenir.” I stuff them in my pocket. “Hopefully the skirt is still salvageable.” I toss it to her and she slides it over her boots and up her legs.

  “Only you would take home panties instead of sea shells as a souvenir from Panama City,” she says. “I’m still missing a piece of clothing. Where’s my bikini top?”

  I lean far over the bar to look and find it caught on a bottle of whiskey. After handing it to her, I walk around to tie the strings around her neck and back. Unable to resist one last touch, I trail my hands down her sides and grip her waist.

  “Let me help you down,” I offer, sliding an arm under her legs and scooping her up. Instead of placing her on the floor, I sit down on a bar stool and cradle her tightly in my lap.

  Trish gives me a mischievous look. “Let me guess. You have one more erotic fantasy you want to tell me about.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “No. I’m done for at least another twenty minutes. Are you complaining?”

  “Never.”

  She reaches up a hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, Jesse. Thank you for not giving up on us.”

  I grab her hand and turn it over to kiss her palm.

  How did I ever get so lucky?

  Trish is a vision with her long hair spread out all over my chest, her skin still flushed, those big beautiful eyes gazing at me. I could get lost in her eyes and never find my way out again. Not that I would ever want to.

  The gorgeous woman curled against my chest loves me.

  It’s hard for me to believe. I sure as hell don’t deserve her love.

  Yet deep down inside, I want more.

  Need more.

  I wasn’t being truthful when I told her I would be happy with anything she could give me. At that moment, I would have said whatever it takes to keep her in my arms and prevent her from bolting out the door. So I didn’t push or ask for too much too soon.

  I know she’s scared.

  So am I.

  I also know I won’t be satisfied until she’s completely mine in every way. The time we’ve spent apart has given me plenty of opportunity to think.

  I want it all.

  Wife, kids, the whole fucking package.

  From now on, I’m running my life the way I ride.

  Full throttle.

  No hitting the brakes.

  Leaning down, I grab her lips in a slow, tender kiss. How I wish she could absorb everything I’m feeling, to instinctively know the emotions I can’t express in words. From the way she grasps the back of my neck and kisses me back, I realize she understands.

  “Marry me,” I say.

  Her mouth drops open. She blinks at me in surprise. “You want a wife? Now?”

  “Yes, I want a wife. And a family. Most of all, I want a life, Trish, with you. I love you and I don’t want to wait. Say yes.”

  “What about the Steel Infidels?”

  “The MC will always be a major part of my life. But they can’t be my life. You’re my life now.”

  “Nothing would make me happier,” she says, her eyes shining with tears. “The answer is a great big yes.”

  EPILOGUE

  TRISH

  Six months later...

  “What’s taking so damn long?” Sam asks. “Shouldn’t we have heard something by now?” He jumps up to pace the length of the maternity ward waiting room.

  It has been over two hours since Flint last ran in to give us a quick update on Kendra’s labor. We’re all beginning to get a little worried. Kendra was adamant that she didn’t want a Caesarean delivery, but the longer the labor drags on, the more likely it seems.

  “It takes a long time to birth a baby,” I patiently explain to Sam. “Don’t worry. She’ll be okay. Sit down before you wear holes in the floor.”

  In the past few months, I’ve grown close to Sam. He’s like the brother that I always wanted and never had. Moving into the big house with both Jesse and Sam seemed a little awkward at first, but it didn’t take me long to feel right at home. Once Sam realized I knew how to cook, I became his new best friend.

  So now, I have two men to spoil and I love every minute of it. Most evenings, the three of us all hang out together, either watching action movies or going for long rides through the countryside. Sometimes if they’re working late at the tattoo shop, I’ll pick up a pizza after my nursing classes and take it by to ‘my boys,’ as I like to call them now.

  On weekends, the big house is filled with the rest of the Steel Infidels roaming in and out. Sometimes we’ll throw a barbeque or the crew will hang out in the front yard working on their bikes. A couple of the ‘old ladies’ in the club and Kendra have adopted me, taking me under their wing and showing me the ropes.

  For the first time in my life, I’m truly happy.

  Life with Jesse is just about perfect. The only thing that will make it better is the pitter-patter of little feet someday. If my recent morning queasiness is any indication, it may be sooner than later. I haven’t told Jesse about my suspicions yet since I want to be absolutely sure first.

  Jesse removes his arm from around my shoulder and stands up to stretch. “Poor Flint,” he says. “I bet he’s going nuts in there seeing Kendra in pain and not being able to do anything about it.”

  “Poor Flint?” I say. “You mean poor Kendra, don’t you? No matter how awful Flint feels, it can’t be as bad as what she’s experiencing.”

  Jesse reaches down and squeezes my hand. “I know. I just can’t help thinking how I would feel if you were the one in there suffering. Not to be able to take the pain away would kill me. It must be the most helpless feeling in the world. I hope that when we have a baby, they’ll give you a shot to knock your ass out cold or something.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “I’m pretty sure they don’t drug up pregnant women anymore. You need to be able to push.”

  Sam stops pacing and looks back and forth between us. “Wait! Are you guys having a baby too?”

  Jesse smiles down at me. “Not yet, but we’re working on it. Every day and every night.”

  I playfully slap him on the arm. “Stop it! You’re embarrassing me. Sam doesn’t need to hear all this private stuff. The walls are thin in the house, you know.”

  A nurse walks into the waiting room and we immediately stop talking. “The Mason family?” she asks.

  We stand up together. “That’s us,” Jesse says.

  “Come with me. You can all go in the room now, but only for a couple of minutes. Mama is very tired and needs her rest.”

  “Are they both okay?” Jesse asks anxiously. “Mama and the baby?”

  Jesse has been worried sick about the health of the baby ever since the shooting at the wedding. The gunshot grazed Kendra in the upper thigh and luckily didn’t hit anywhere near the baby. Even with the doctor’s continued reassurance, it’s been impossible to convince Jesse that the baby is okay. He won’t believe it until he sees it with his own eyes.

  “Mama and the baby boy are both doing great,” she says with a big smile.

  “A boy! Just what I wanted!” Sam reaches over to high five Jesse. “I can’t wait to teach him how to ride. I wonder if they make little motorcycles for toddlers.”

  “I sure hope not,” I say with a frown.

  When we reach the door to the room, I walk a couple more steps down the hallway. I suddenly feel like an intruder and don’t want to interrupt the family’s
private time together. Jesse starts to go in and notices me hanging back.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks. “You okay? I thought you would be all over this baby stuff. Jotting down notes and asking questions.”

  “I’m fine. I just don’t want to intrude on this special time for all of you. The first baby in a family is a big deal.”

  “It is a big deal,” he says. “That’s why I want you here with us.” He leans down and kisses my hair. “I love you, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know. When are you going to accept this is your family too, Trish? You’re part of us now.” He takes my hand. “Come on now. Don’t be shy. Kendra will want to see you.”

  We walk into the birthing room where Kendra is lying in a hospital bed looking completely exhausted. Flint, in green hospital scrubs, doesn’t look much better. He gives us a tired smile and walks over carrying the baby.

  “Meet your new nephew,” he says to Jesse and Sam. “Joshua Mason. Josh for short.”

  Jesse takes one look at the big, healthy baby boy swaddled in a white blanket, and his blue eyes unexpectedly fill with tears. His strong emotion catches me by surprise, because in all this time, I’ve never seen him cry. It makes me tear up too. I know he is overwhelmed by relief since he hasn’t forgiven himself for what happened at the wedding.

  “Here Jesse, why don’t you hold him for a minute?” Flint suggests, moving closer with the little bundle.

  “Oh no,” Jesse says in a panic, holding up a hand to stop him. “I’m afraid I’ll drop him.”

  “You’re not going to drop him,” Flint reassures him. “Here, put your arms up and keep his head supported.” He carefully transfers the baby over into Jesse’s tattooed arms.

  “Hey Josh,” Jesse says softly. “I’m your uncle, Jesse, and this is your Aunt Trish. We’re going to spoil you rotten.”

  Sam pulls out his cell phone and takes a quick photo. “The crew isn’t going to believe this,” he says. “Big, tough Jesse holding a baby.”

  “Jesse needs all the practice he can get,” Kendra says weakly from the hospital bed. “Trish, I’m counting on you to babysit for us, too.”