“Steel,” I whispered softly, afraid of his answer. What if he wanted to stop? What if he didn’t want to have sex with me?
“Nothing, Beauty. I think it’s time we remove the rest of your clothes.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively. There was still a cloud of something hanging over him, but he seemed determined not to tell me. I wished he would. I wanted to be that person for him, the one he leaned on, but for now, I was happy to be the one he would be loving on.
Giving him my best saucy grin, I made quick work of my tight jeans. I could let him do it, but they were stupid tight, and I didn’t think me rolling about as he tried to pull them off would be the best foreplay for the night. Finally, I was standing before the man of my dreams in just my panties since my bra had slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet.
Steel’s eyes hooded with lust as he licked his lips, he let his gaze move slowly from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, then back up again before stopping at my face. I had never felt so turned on from just a look in my life. Steel looked deep into my soul, and I hoped he could see how deeply I felt for him and how much I loved him.
I took yet another initiative and lowered myself onto the bed without taking my eyes from his. I shimmied back until I reached the middle where I lay down and let my legs fall open.
“Come and get it.”
9
STEEL
“Come and get it.”
Fuck me drunk! This was Mia, the club’s good girl, sister of the club’s bad girl. My best bartender slash manager and Shiloh’s babysitter.
My Mia.
And now she was laying bare-breasted, legs spread, and in tiny pathetic knickers that did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that her pussy was bare of any hair. Fuck. I couldn’t say I had ever seen a completely nude pussy before, but the promise of Mia’s underneath that scrap of material held endless possibilities.
My dick was so fucking hard. Just some heavy kissing and her beautiful tits in my mouth had me harder than a lead pipe. I had never had sisterly thoughts about Mia. I was human, and a man, and I did have a dick. Her beauty was deeper than her stunning face, which made her even more beautiful. I had been attracted to her for a long time now, but my relationship with Callie was a safer bet. She didn’t expect emotional crap, just sex—I couldn’t do the emotional shit. Deck and Booth were good at that.
Mia was going to expect emotions, talking, sharing, and all that heavy stuff. I lost that part of me when my leg blew off from the knee.
“Steel.” Mia soft voice brought me out of my head. She was fucking perfect lying spread out for me, her thighs the same shade as the rest of her golden skin, which told me that Ms Mia spent a good deal of time sunbathing. With quick movements of my hands, I had the red satin barely-there panties down her firm thighs and tossed over my shoulder. I didn’t see where they landed, and I didn’t give a fuck. She wasn’t going to need them for a long time to come.
I crawled up the bed and rested between her open legs, her pussy winking at me as I got my mouth level with it. Her lips glistened with her arousal, and my mouth watered for a taste. Even though I wanted to be inside her, I had to make time for this first, and I needed to taste her. I inhaled her scent before taking my first lick, one long stroke with the flat of my tongue from anus to clit. When her salty but sweet taste exploded on my tongue, I was like a madman taking his first drink after weeks in the desert. Spurred on by her excited moans, I French-kissed her mound and sucked it deep into my mouth, leaving a love bite before dipping my tongue back into her wet heat.
Her pink flesh quivered under my torment.
“Oh, God, Steel. Oh, yes. There, do that again. Oh, fuck me.”
Hmmm, my beauty had a dirty mouth when my tongue was in her pussy. I pushed my dick further into the mattress, trying to stave off my orgasm, which was threatening to break free if Mia kept up those porn-worthy moans. And I fucking loved it.
Mia ground her pussy against my face, taking exactly what she wanted and what she needed from me. Her hands in my hair guided me, holding me tight against her wet flesh.
“Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.” I licked my lips and got as much of Mia’s arousal as possible on my tongue. Getting up and off the bed, I pulled Mia to the edge of the mattress. Mia’s clever slender fingers already had my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped . I almost came just from her nudging against my cock getting the button undone. I shoved my pants down a bit more, just enough to release my hard, throbbing dick. I didn’t do sex naked. My leg was off limits to any woman.
Not long after I got back from the desert and all the hospitals, I went looking for some warm, willing woman to make me feel like a man again. Instead, I found repulsion, but I quickly figured out I could still fuck. Thanks to Callie. She didn’t turn me into a complete eunuch. She was willing to give me a go and ended up being a pretty good bed partner. At least, I thought that until my beauty turned into a sex goddess.
“This may hurt a little, Mia, but I promise to make it good after the hurt, okay?” At her nod, I grabbed hold of my angry looking cock by the root and painted the tip against Mia’s wet pussy lips. The instant heat was enough to have pre-come leaking from the slit. Pushing forward, I slowly eased the mushroom head of my cock into her virgin opening carefully, watching her face for any sign of pain, as I continued to enter her. She was so fucking tight, so incredibly tight.
“Oh, wow, you really are, um— Steel, you’re too big,” she cried, a few tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and running down into her hair.
I felt like a prick, but there was no other way, so gritting my teeth, I surged forward in one deep push until I was balls deep in her.
“Shh, Beauty. I won’t move, I promise. We can just stay still like this until you get used to me being in you,” I said, calming her as I dropped my whole body down on top of hers. For the first time since that horrible first time, I wished I was fully naked, so I could feel Mia’s legs wrapped around my waist. But I wasn’t there yet, wasn’t ready to let her see all of me. I wasn’t ready to drop the wall and trust her not to make me put it back up again. Maybe I never would be.
Kissing away the tears, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her gently, deep, open-mouthed kisses meant to relax her, trick her mind into not thinking about the pain of losing her virginity. As her tongue automatically came out to tease mine, her innocence shone through as she fumbled a bit in her attempts to copy what I was doing, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I kind of liked it. I liked that she was desperate for me, to please me, to get her pleasure from me. It was all kinds of fucked-up that I was balls deep in her, taking something that she had kept for me despite my history with her sister. I knew she loved me, I knew she wanted something deeper from me, but for now, this was all I could offer her. One night.
My dick wanted to move.
He fucking needed to move, but Mia’s pussy had a vice-like grip on him, which had him at a new level of happiness.
Her body started to relax, and the tension now became more sexually charged. Taking this as a good sign, I experimentally pulled out of her just a little and watched her face for any kind of reaction. The gasp that left her pouty open mouth was all I needed to keep going.
“Put your arms around me, Beauty, and hold me close,” I whispered in her ear. Then I dropped my face into her soft, slender neck and took in a deep breath of the scent that was all Mia.
She immediately complied. Her hands traced a path up over my pecs and lingered for a few seconds over my flat nipples, sending a shiver of electricity right through me. She didn’t stop her journey until she reached behind my neck where she laced her hands and held me close.
This was new for me. Normally, sex was up against a wall, sitting the woman on a vanity in the bathroom, or any other place for a quick fuck. I didn’t ask for skin on skin contact. Ever. But right now, I craved it from Mia, and her perfect tits felt fucking amazing pressed up against my bare chest.
Pushing back in, I started at a s
low pace. The noise of the suctioning of her tight pussy on my dick mixed with our heavy breathing filled the quiet room.
“Yes. Oh, Cooper, that feels so damn good.” Mia’s cry of pleasure and her use of my given name did weird shit to my chest area. No one called me Cooper except for Mannix sometimes, but even our mother called me Steel.
Loving her response to me, I pushed deeper with each downward thrust, holding myself still inside her for a brief second before pulling out and going in again. Her tightness was like a vice, which I had never felt before. She fit like a glove, and her warmth around me was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough, and I wasn’t sure I ever would. That thought left me confused as fuck because this was Mia. My friend, my employee, my—what was she now?
Suddenly, her inner walls started clamping down hard around my dick. Fuck, she was squeezing my brain stupid.
Needing to be closer, if that were at all possible, I shifted to my knees on the bed so I was deeper and fully on top of her. Ignoring the protest coming from my leg, I surged forward as hard as I dared, careful not to hurt her as I pressed my pelvic bone deeper into her clit. The movement sent her off like a rocket, her inner walls clenching tightly around me.
“Cooper!” Her scream filled my ears as her count massaged and constricted in spasms around me.
I felt the electric volts at the base of my spine and bursting through my body. The orgasm pulled from me without warning.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking yes,” I yelled, a low growl leaving my mouth as jets of come leave the end of my dick, spilling into Mia’s hot channel. Holding myself as deep as possible, I kept jerking inside her for what seemed like endless minutes, prolonging the amazing sensations that just catapulted from me. This was the hardest and longest I had ever come in my life. I had no idea what that meant, and right now, I didn’t want to go there.
Trying to get control of my breathing and that weird thing that was still going on in my chest area, I looked down at Mia’s angelic and triumphant smile.
“Hey.” I smiled at her, enjoying her feel of her soft hands combing through my long hair.
“Hey.” Her reply was gentle and shy. Fuck, she was so cute. One minute, she was crying out my name in a fit of passion, telling me my dick was huge, and the next, she was blushing and soothing me with her finger running through my hair. Damn, I could take this all night.
“You okay, Beauty?” I asked. I groaned when her inner walls squeezed my dick, which was still firmly inside her and still very hard, ready for another round.
“I’m really, really, really good, thanks, Stud,” Mia answered with a saucy grin and another squeeze of her walls.
“Mia, fuck, keep doing that, and I will be ready to go again.” I growled into her ear. I pulled out before she did what I knew she was going to do. Despite her bravado, she wasn’t ready for more. “No, Beauty, it will hurt and make you very uncomfortable in the morning,” I explained when a hurt expression took over her face. I didn’t like that. I liked the smiles much more. With no choice, I shifted our positions so I was now alongside her, and my leg thanked me.
Fuck, it felt good to have sex like that, but fuck, it hurt. Maybe I needed to practise this position because I liked this way a lot more. Mia’s small body curled around me, and she was so soft. I didn’t normally go much for cuddling after sex, and Callie always showered straight after, said she didn’t like the sweat on her body or the mess made from sex.
“Mmkay, babe.” She spoke the words around a lady-like yawn. Her breathing evened out, and as I felt her whole body relax against me, her soft breath tickled my neck, and her sweet, kissable lips pressed against my throat. Then, just like that, she was asleep.
But not me.
The softly spoken endearment echoed in my mind and in my heart. Never had I been so affected by such intimacy with a woman, nor had I wanted to be part of something like this—cuddling, kissing, and mind-blowing orgasms. Never had I wanted to be called babe by a woman as much as I did right now.
By Mia.
Only Mia.
I tightened my hold on her just a little and closed my eyes. I just needed a little nap. But one thought floated through my brain before I fell into a sex fed slumber.
Never would she call another man babe. No fucking way.
Wasn’t happening.
10
Mia
I knew without opening my eyes that I was alone.
I felt his warmth leave me a few hours ago, but I couldn’t seem to rouse myself from my sweet dreams enough to stop him. And if I was honest, and I could be honest being all alone in my bed, I was too scared to face him.
I didn’t know what last night meant for the future of us, or if there was a future for us. Would there be a Mia and Steel? Was that something he wanted? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Just a day ago, he had gone off with my skank of a sister and left me to get a ride with Creed. Oh no. What if he regretted making love to me? Maybe me being a virgin was all too much for him, and he had to leave before I woke up to avoid the awkward morning after sex thing. Oh, God, was I any good? He did come, right? I mean, he growled and groaned a lot. I definitely felt him stiffen and the warmth as he spilled inside me— Oh shit!
Jumping out of bed, I grimaced at the pain between my legs. Well, not pain so much as just really sore like I felt when I was younger and went horse riding at my friend’s property.
I was about to run out of the room in search of Rainn when I realised I was butt naked. Oh, my God. I was butt naked with Steel. Had my body been okay? Was he turned on by me? I mean, Callie and I were worlds apart in not only our looks and personalities but also in our body shapes. She was curvy and had a rack to end all racks. Bought and paid for but, still, she had tits.
Me? Well, they were okay—real but okay. I was not stick-thin and had small curves, so I guess you could call me on the small side. My eyes were nice, and so was my hair. I received compliments on them all the time at the Bar and Grill from the customers. Okay, so most of them were inebriated, but hey, a compliment was exactly that, so you took ’em when you could.
Grabbing the closest T-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, I pulled them on and went in search of Rainn. Rainn knew everything, so she would be able to help me. The noise from the coffee machine alerted me to her whereabouts. Hmm, coffee. This was definitely a tall latte kind of a morning.
“Good morning, sweetie. Get some last night, did ya?” Rainn greeted me as I entered the kitchen on a slide.
Looking down, I saw my socks were still on my feet. Oh, my God, I didn’t take off my socks. I had sex with Cooper Steel, VP of the Wounded Souls MC, while wearing my fucking ankle socks with pink and red hearts on them. And nothing else! Oh, God, I was such a loser.
“Morning, Rainn. Yes, yes, I did. Can I have coffee too, please—extra-large—and then, can you please help me figure out my monthly cycle so I can work out if Steel maybe knocked me up last night.” I blurted out the whole sentence in a rush. I was sure she didn’t get any of it, but I prayed she did because I really didn’t want to say any of that again.
“Coffee is already made, sweetie.” Pushing a cup of steaming goodness towards me, Rainn then reached into her handbag and pulled out her iPhone. She took a minute to slide it open and then started tapping with her perfectly manicured finger.
“Okay, sweetie, when was your last period?”
And this was why I liked Rainn. The club’s most worshipped employee was versatile with her skills on a pole or a lap, sex parties, hiding bruises under flawless make-up, or babysitting Shiloh. She also had an app for menstrual cycles without skipping a beat. I vowed right then to be like Rainn when I grew up.
It took Rainn eight minutes of questions and taping on her phone before she looked up at me. Her face was passive, and I couldn’t read her. I felt sweat form between my breasts and not in a sexy Steel on top of me kind of a way. I’m not going to like this.
“You are smack bang in the middle of your cycle, sweetie.”
Told you.
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br /> “What does that mean exactly?” I asked, suddenly having an instant fear of her answer.
Rainn placed her phone on the gleaming kitchen counter—did I mention Rainn’s skills also extended into amazing housekeeping?
“It means, Mia, if pretty-boy VP is as fertile as he is good lookin’, then you, my love, are fucked—quite literally and most likely pregnant.”
Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
11
STEEL
Yeah, I was a fucking coward. I left Mia in her bed to wake up alone. She would probably wonder what the hell she had done wrong to make me leave before she woke up, and knowing Mia, she would think of a whole slew of things that she must have done wrong.
But she did everything right.
She managed to do something no other woman had managed to do in a great number of years, not even Callie.
She made me feel better than I had since I lost my leg that horrible day in the desert when everything went pear-shaped, and we lost men in the gunfight from hell—when Booth held his brother’s lifeless body in his arms, desperately trying to hold his torn apart body together. When my twin brother copped some shrapnel and lost sight in his eye. When Creed’s face had been scared from an exploding IED, and when my leg was blown away from the knee down. It was one of the worst days of my life and in the life of our commando team. It wasn’t long after that day that we all got out and followed Deck and Booth to build this life in the Wounded Souls. A band of brothers with all sorts of fucked-up problems, but we were together and doing our best to rebuild what we could of our lives, hearts, and minds.
And I was doing pretty good until I decided for some stupid reason to propose the Callie. What in God’s name had I been thinking? I never wanted to marry her. Fuck, she would have cheated on me during the fucking ceremony. I had no illusions that Callie Stone was anything else other than what she really was—a gold digger with a killer body and nothing but selfish blood running through her veins.
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