Unbuckling my belt, I removed my jeans, pulled my tee over my head, and tossed it onto the floor with my jeans. Then lowering myself on the edge of the bed, I leaned over and made quick work of taking off my prosthesis, setting it on the floor beside the bed. Absently, I reached out for the lotion on my bedside table and deftly rubbed some into the end of my leg. I knew Mia wasn’t particularly worried about seeing my stump, but I wanted to show her in my own time, my own way. This was huge for me to just lie in a bed with her. One step at a time.
As I got settled under the covers, I tried to wait for Mia to finish in the shower. Maybe I could just rest my eyes for a minute while I listened to the water running and try not to imagine the water sluicing down over her perfect form, soap lathering over her delicious tits. That was my last coherent thought before the blessed darkness of sleep claimed me.
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Someone was watching me.
I knew the feeling, and it served me well in my career as a sniper. Knowing you were being watched through the scope of a rifle was a sixth sense, and it kept my team and me alive more than once.
But in this instance, my training was telling me this was no enemy staring at me through a scope.
Opening my eyes slowly, I found myself looking into the warm, chocolate eyes of my beauty.
“Mornin’.”
“Morning, babe,” she whispered back at me.
Fuck, there was that word again––babe––spoken in her sweet, sexy voice, turning me into an endearment junkie. I wanted to hear her say it over and over, to hear her say it when I was buried deep inside her.
Hooking my arms around her, I rolled us until Mia was lying naked over me, noticing she had shed the T-shirt. Raising my eyebrows, I smirked at her. “You are naked, Beauty,” I said as I shimmied us up a bit so I was resting against the headboard of the bed. The movement allowed me to get a good look at her perky tits. Her nipples were without a doubt the sexiest thing that I had ever seen—brown and extended, perfect for sucking on. I leaned forward and did exactly that. Taking one peaked nipple into my mouth, I sucked at it languidly, exciting a deep moan from her.
“Yes, yes, I am,” she agreed, bowing her body so her other breast was pushed up against my chest. Her response to me was intoxicating—sheer heaven, if I were honest.
I reached between us and brought my hand up to cover her free breast, and my whole hand engulfed it. With a need I had never felt before, I massaged it as I continued my assault on the one in my mouth.
“Oh, God, that feels amazing.” Mia moaned loudly as her lower body began to make slow circling motions against my impossibly hard cock. The lips of her sex were wet with her desire, and she spread it along my shaft. It certainly felt amazing,––a-fucking-mazing, in fact.
Ripping my mouth from her tit, I went straight to the other one and gave it just as much attention. My hand then focused on the wet nipple that had been in my mouth, rolling the excited bud between my fingers.
Mia didn’t keep her hands idle, either. They started at my neck but were now gripping my face, holding me in place. I loved that she was so lost in her passion for this, for me.
“Mia, I want to be inside you,” I begged, pushing my hips until my cock was rubbing harder against her labia. The exquisite torture of sucking on her perfect nipples and her moans of pleasure had me harder than ever.
“Not yet, Stud. I want to play.” She smiled wickedly as she pulled away from me and moved backwards on her knees. I started to protest that I was not ready for her to see anything of my leg yet. Was I? Before I could voice my concerns, her head dropped. Her soft as silk hair tickled my upper thighs, and her hot, wet tongue licked the head of my cock before her whole mouth engulfed me, sucking me in.
“Shit,” I said through clenched teeth. As I arched my back from the headboard, my head hit it with a dull thump. Jesus Christ. Had a woman’s mouth ever felt so good taking my cock?
Nope, I can’t say that it has.
Placing my hands on her head, I guided her movements. I knew she hadn’t done this before, but I’d heard about the tuition Vegas had given some of the girls about this exact thing. Damn, Mia must have passed with flying colours. Okay, maybe I will just let her practice for a bit longer, I thought to myself as she got a bit more adventurous and took more and more of my length into her mouth. Her saliva was making it easier to get more into her naturally talented mouth.
When she moaned around my shaft, the vibrations of the deep, throaty moans worked me too high. Fuck if I was coming in her mouth. Oh, I will, she can bet on that, but not right now.
I moved my hands under her arms and hauled her back up my body and on top of me. I wanted her like this, to watch her ride me, her breasts swaying in my face as I watched her take me.
“Steel, I wasn’t finished.” Her protest was cute, but her pout was cuter.
Jesus, since when did I find a woman’s pout cute? Callie’s ridiculous pouts pissed me off more times than I could count. I always laughed at her and gave her the appropriate response she expected, but inside, I was never impressed.
But Mia?
Mia was different. All of her reactions were natural, unrehearsed, and real—pure Mia beauty.
“I nearly finished, Beauty. I don’t want to finish that way.” I grasped the base of my cock and painted it with her sweet juices. “I want to finish buried deep in your tightness with your heat wrapping around me, squeezing me, saturating me with your orgasm. And then….” I stopped as I guided myself into her, watching her sweet mouth making a perfect O as she sank down on me all the way to the base. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep, loud groan. Never had such deep feelings affected me before. “Oh, my beautiful girl, this is the definition of paradise.” I grabbed hold of her hips and helped her move. I wanted this slow, so I rocked her instead of lifting her, holding her down hard so our pelvic bones ground together. The slowness of it was torture but in the sweetest kind of way.
“Touch me, Steel. Kiss me and make me burn.” Her voice was desperate, passionate, and filled with her need for me.
Unable to do anything less than what she was asking of me, I snaked my hand behind her neck and pulled her down, my mouth crashing into hers. My large, calloused hands moulded her breasts, her hard, peaked nipples stabbing into my palm. At first, our kiss was unhurried, lazy, twirling tongues licking and tasting, our lips taking turns to control and devour. The room was filled with just our moans and the sounds of our passion.
But all too soon, I felt the telltale sign that my release was on its way. It was too soon, way too soon. I wanted to go forever just buried deep inside this perfect woman sitting astride me with her dark chocolate hair suitably sexy and wild from my hands, and her smooth, tanned skin flushed the sexiest tinge of pink. The tingle in my back heralded the coming of what was going to be a fucking epic orgasm. Massive.
Huge.
Engulfing.
Life altering.
“Steel,” Mia cried out, her hips undulating like a seasoned exotic dancer with her head thrown back. Her sexiness was helping my body reach its ultimate goal all on their own.
Removing my hands from their prize, I took hold of her hips, and in one hard thrust, I pushed deeper into Mia.
“Let go, Mia. Give me that beauty,” I commanded. A growl left my throat as I felt her inner muscles convulse around me. I couldn’t hold back too much longer. The soul-deep need I had for this woman overwhelmed me. It was so fucking beautiful, just like her.
Finally, fucking finally, the heat from her climax slicked my shaft, and I detonated. Roaring out my release, I held her down on me as I spilled myself into her.
Mia dropped against me, panting and completely sated.
“Hmm, that was nice, but next time, I think you should come in my mouth,” she mumbled against my pec.
“Whatever you want, Beauty.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. Her arms threaded under my arms, her hands gently stroking my back. With my cock still buried
in her, I leaned up against the headboard and slowly closed my eyes, savouring the sounds of her soft breathing, the warmth of her body, and the feel of her heart beating against my chest. The utter joy of the moment.
I was in love.
I loved Mia. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and scared the shit out of me. I didn’t give a fuck what anyone said. I loved her. Never had my heart ever been involved when I had sex. Fucking never. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know her. She worked for me and had been around the club for years, so I knew her. She was one of my closest friends. There was a history, some good, some not so good, but we knew each other.
Convincing her of this might be a little difficult considering my history with Callie. Fairly recent history, I would admit. But I never once uttered the L word with Callie, and it never even entered my mind.
Pressing my lips to Mia’s soft cheek, I drank in her sleepy hum of pleasure. This was new to me. This closeness, this intimacy, this love.
I was not going to let it go.
Wasn’t happening.
16
Mia
“You had unprotected sex again?”
My head dropped to the table in front of me as those humiliating words were screamed at me from the door into the girls’ dance room.
Rainn.
I raised my head just a tad, then let it drop back to the table with a thud. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
I knew the second I sent that text message to Rainn this morning that it had been a mistake. Without looking at my friends because my head was still glued to the table, I could judge from their sudden silence that it was more than likely the biggest mistake I had ever made.
Well, there might be a bigger one.
“Seriously, Mia Stone, didn’t you learn from the first time?” Rainn now stood beside me, and I could hear her shoe tapping wildly.
“Are you going to look at me?”
“Nope. I’m happy just like this, but thanks, anyway,” I answered facetiously. Besides, if I looked up, the other three pairs of eyes were going to be there, staring, judging, and wanting to know everything.
“Hang on. Back up. Again? The first time? What is going on, Mia?” Stella asked. Placing her hand in between the table and my chin, she lifted my head up slowly and made me look at her, at them all.
I loved these women. Seriously loved them, but I was so scared they were going to be disappointed in me. I mean, not too long ago, Steel was sleeping with my sister. Proposed to her. All the while, I stood by in the shadows like a stalker, watching them and wishing it was me––not her being with him. If I were them, I would be disappointed in me. Desperate? Table for one, please.
“Mia, have you been sleeping with someone?” Charlotte sat down beside me. Her tiny baby bump from a few days ago had gotten just a bit bigger. Now there was a nice roundness under her tee.
I wouldn’t lie to my friends, so I decided honesty was the best policy. Sighing, I gathered my courage.
“Yes. I lost my virginity.”
“Creed?”
Moving my eyes to Vegas, I gave a small shake of my head. “No,” I admitted softly, waiting for the next inevitable question. Creed would have been the easier choice, the less stressful choice, but I didn’t love Creed. Well, I did, just not the way I loved Steel, craved Steel, wanted him.
“Steel,” Stella whispered, but it wasn’t a question. They knew about my feelings for the VP of the Wounded Souls.
I felt tears prick my eyes, and my nose burned from the effort of holding them back.
I nodded my head and allowed the tears to fall. The tears weren’t because we had sex, though, because that was something I would never regret. Being with Steel was possibly the most amazing moment of my existence. What I hated was the fact that he went from Callie to me so easily, and that he might still harbour strong feelings for her. Let’s face it, I was no match for my sister’s physical beauty and the pull she had over Steel. Being the second choice sucked. Majorly.
“They were the two most wonderful experiences of my life. It was just like I have always dreamt about. He was gentle and loving, hot and sexy, and considerate and hot,” I babbled, words spewing from my mouth. Oh, God. Stella has passed on her word vomit affliction.
“So he was hot, hey?” Stella grinned like she knew it all along.
“Mummy, why is Steel hot?”
I froze at the sound of the cutest little pixie voice in the world. Oh, no. Shiloh didn’t need to learn any new things to parrot around the compound, which she would. The child was a walking, living tape recorder. Panicking, I quickly turned to Charlotte for help.
Not my best choice for help as it turned out.
“Um, well, baby girl, Uncle Coop can be very hot at times. I mean, not sexy hot, just hot in other ways although he is sexy….”
Rainn stepped in and placed her hand over Charlotte’s mouth.
“Teach, I swear you cave under the smallest pressure. Heaven help us if Mia is pregnant. You will sing like a canary.” The words left her mouth so quick there was never going to be a chance to stop her.
“You’re pregnant?” Charlotte asked.
“Steel knocked you up?” Stella also asked.
“Have you not heard of condoms?” Vegas demanded of me.
All three questions were fired at me one after another, voices all raised and coloured with disbelief.
“Steel didn’t wrap it and probably got her knocked up. Well, it may have been a possibility, but now, with another nookie session with no condom and still in her fertile time, it is a definite outcome,” Rainn replied, holding nothing back. This chick didn’t pull punches, but I didn’t like the way her mouth snarled upwards when she mentioned Steel. I wouldn’t have her badmouthing him. I was a willing participant—more than willing—and for Rainn to suggest all blame should be placed at his feet was ridiculous and unfair.
“That’s not true,” I protested immediately. “It is far too soon to find out if I am pregnant, and I am not saying anything to him until I know one way or another. Just in case that is someone’s next question.” I narrowed my eyes at Rainn. Throwing me under the bus was not a strong enough description for what she had just done. I liked Rainn, a lot in fact. She let me stay at her place and helped me with Callie. I would forever be in her debt. But Rainn had a small, let’s say, bullying quality about her. That might be a little harsh on my part, but she had such confidence in herself, her body and her strength of character, which helped her not take any shit from Mannix or any of the patrons who frequented the strip club. She tended to think we should all be like her.
I was most definitely not like her, and I was fine with that. I was not looking to change my personality any time soon. I was who I was as they said. Steel and everyone else could take it or leave it. My hope was for the earlier.
“Rainn, please let me handle this in my own way. This is a problem I have never had to deal with before. I am confused, hurt, and jumbled, but I am also in love with Steel. And please, remember it takes two to make a baby. He may not have wrapped it, but I didn’t tell him to, either. I am just as much at fault here,” I told her firmly. I wouldn’t have Steel made out to be the bad guy here, and my personal life was just that, personal. “If I am pregnant, he will be the first to know, and no one else.” My words were final. Absolutely no more discussion was needed.
“Mia is right. We need to back off and let her decide when, where, and how. All we need to be doing right now is support her as her friends,” Vegas said. She stood up from the table and walked over to the entertainment centre the guys had installed for music. She turned it on, and the beat of my favourite songs from Footloose came through the speakers.
“Now considering one of our guests has a record of repeating everything she hears, I suggest we stop talking about Mia’s fertility. And seeing that getting drunk is off the cards for the majority of this flock, I also suggest we dance provocatively, take off some clothes, and take these poles for a spin.” We all turned our heads and look
ed at Shiloh, who was currently trying to make her cat, Winnie, and the new pup Steel brought for her sleep in the same small pet bed, which thanks to Darth, was built like a princess castle. I didn’t think she had heard too much about what we talked about other than Steel being hot. She had been too busy with her nameless pup. Had she named her yet?
“Did Squirt choose a name for her pup?” I remembered she had mentioned the day we got it that she wanted to call it a curse word, a really bad curse word.
Charlotte grimaced, but I was certain it started out as a smile.
“Yes, she has,” Charlotte admitted, hiding her face with her hair as she bent down to take off her canvas slip-on beach shoes.
Looking around at the other women, I noted they were all trying to hide their giggles behind coughs and their hands. Okay, I obviously missed something important here.
“And?” I waved my hands, gesturing for someone to let me in on the giggle fest. Judging by the way they were reacting, the name she came up with must have been a doozy.
“Shiloh, honey, what is the name of your puppy?” I asked the club’s little princess. Turning her head, her raven curls bounced around her face.
“C.O.D,” she answered, flashing me a smile that mirrored her father’s sexy grin. That kid, seriously, she named her pup after a military video game. Glancing back at the others, I suddenly got it.
“Darth,” we all said at once and burst out laughing.
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“Wow! That was one hell of a workout,” Vegas declared, wiping off the copious amounts of sweat that covered her face. Both she and Rainn took the dancing party as a way to not only practice new moves but to tone their already incredibly toned bodies. Stella, Charlotte, and I, however, did not take it as seriously and spent most of the time trying to turn ourselves upside down on the pole without falling on our heads. With Charlotte and Stella having definitely confirmed pregnancies, they took it a bit easier. After all, their men were super ninja soldiers with all-knowing knowledge and would not be happy if they were hanging from their thighs five feet in the air.
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