B-ry: A Steel Paragons MC Novel (The Coast: Book 4)

by Eve R. Hart

  “Oh, God!” I cried out. “Bryan!”

  “That’s it, my Queen,” he said then kissed me hard before I could even scoff at his words.

  His fingers dug into my thighs. I knew I would have visible blue bruises on my pale skin come morning but I didn’t care at all.

  “Yeah. Oh, fuck,” he grunted out, planting himself deep inside of me with one last hard thrust before he came.

  He rolled off of me and collapsed on the mattress a moment later. I couldn’t believe how empty I felt as he slipped out of me. But I would never let him know that.

  “Thanks,” I said, my head still spinning.

  What happened now? I was sure he was ready to run. I didn’t want him to be the one to cut it off so quickly. I wouldn’t be that girl, the one that pinned over someone just because they had sex. Sure, it was mind-blowing amazing sex, for me at least. But I refused to let him think that he had gotten to me, even if he had. I knew what I was. After all, he was the sexy biker that could have any woman he wanted and I was sure he did all the time. I was just a number. One that he might laugh about later.

  “You can go now,” I said coldly because that was how I suddenly felt. Cold. Alone. Lost, yet again.

  His head turned and he looked at me, but I didn’t move my eyes to his. I couldn’t. I was doing my best to hold myself together right now. I never wanted him to see me vulnerable. And I had to be honest, I was on the verge of tears though I couldn’t even begin to explain why.

  Wordlessly, he got up and rid himself of the condom, tossing it in the trash with such disregard. Much like how I imagined he would see this. Once he left, I knew I would more than likely be long forgotten. I couldn’t even be mad because I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew what I was to him. Nothing. Just a person to help get his rocks off. So all these feelings I was having were on me.

  He dressed, the silence lingered and I wanted to curl up and fade away. Then he left, the way he came, without so much as a goodbye.

  CHAPTER SIX

  B-ry

  Despite the fact that she basically kicked me out after using me, I went back first thing in the morning.

  After talking to Brand, I found out that he had gotten some of the brothers and a few prospects to get a truck and help Laurel move her stuff. I slyly told him that I had nothing going on and could lend a hand. He didn’t even bat an eye as he told me the address to meet up at. I let on nothing about already knowing it.

  If she was surprised to see me there, she didn’t show it. But she was, however, shocked to see everyone else. I guess she didn’t know that Cami had arranged this for her. I was pretty sure she broke down in tears as she hugged her sister tightly.

  There wasn’t much she was taking with her. I had expected a couple of back and forths given how big the place was and how full it seemed. But no, Laurel took about a quarter of what was there. She already had most of the boxes packed up and by the time we were done loading up the mattress. A couple of dressers, and the couch, she had finished getting everything she wanted packed up. And it honestly made me smile that she was right there along with all of us, hauling shit down to the truck.

  There was a flash of embarrassment when she gave the guys the address to drive her things to. Then, like a woman with the pride and grace of a queen, she steeled her spine and walked out of her place for what I figured was the last time.

  Her new apartment was a small box in a crappy building. I liked it even less that it was on ground level. I didn’t dare say anything. I figured she’d done the best she could given her new circumstances. Didn’t mean that I didn’t hate it, though.

  “Thank you,” she said to me just before I was about to head out. “You didn’t have to and I appreciate it.”

  I was stunned so all I could do was nod. Part of me had a huge urge to wrap my arms around her. I was also smart enough to know that if I did, I would probably get slapped. With nothing else to say, I turned around and walked off.

  I found myself back at that shitty apartment later that night. She didn’t once tell me she didn’t want me there. I took her on the bare mattress surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and piles of things all around.

  Then I ordered pizza and watched as she did her best to nibble at half a slice. I couldn’t tell if she wasn’t hungry or if it was just how she’d been groomed. She was thin and willowy, but I imagined that she would look great with a little meat on her bones too. She pulled off the stick model thing well but I wondered if eating rabbit food all the time made her happy. Or she could have just been too nervous to eat in front of me. I knew women had many hangups, all of them different for each one. I chose to keep my mouth shut and let her enjoy what little she did eat.

  After that, I spread her out on the couch and showed her what I liked to eat for dessert. She seemed hesitant at first, but I figured that was just an insecurity thing.

  “Please, let me taste you,” I said as I looked into her eyes.

  It was on the side of begging, but I didn’t care. It was what she needed right then and I’d be damned if I was going to break this strange nice bubble we were in. I was sure it wouldn’t last long.

  She pinched her bottom lip in between her teeth and gave me a little nod. Oh, I didn’t waste any time after that.

  She was already squirming by the time my tongue slowly circled her clit. A few more and her juices coated my chin. She was so responsive and I loved it. I loved that I made her that way.

  Her nails raked over my scalp. I sucked and licked harder. When I knew that she was close, I slipped two fingers inside her quivering pussy. That was all it took and she panted out my name over and over as her cum soaked my hand. I eased off only slightly and gave her a moment to recover.

  “No,” she panted out with a little giggle. “I couldn’t possibly go again.”

  Yes, she could.

  And I was about to prove it to her.

  I eased off with my mouth but kept my fingers thrusting in and out of her slowly. Her head lifted and she met my eyes. Her hair was wild and her cheeks were heated. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  “Bryan,” she said breathlessly.

  “I’ve got you, princess,” I said then dove back in, this time lavishing her pussy so slowly that she was begging me this time.

  After she came again I crawled up her body and kissed her. She was stiff at first but then she pushed harder against my mouth, taking just as much as she was giving.

  Her hand slipped between us and I was honestly shocked when her fingers wrapped around my hard cock. She stroked me slowly and I swear my eyes rolled back into my head.

  Her hips began to rock like a wave against me and I knew what she was wordlessly begging for.

  “Last one,” I said pulling out the only condom I had left on me.

  She did the cutest pout right then. It wasn’t forced which was what made it so incredibly sexy.

  “Don’t worry, my Queen, I’ll make sure I wear you out this time.”

  I kept my promise, sneaking out of her place just before dawn.

  I was tired but as I lay there in my bed, I couldn’t find sleep.

  She was doing something to me and I either didn’t know what it was or didn’t want to admit it. Either way, Laurel was getting to me more and more each time I was around her.

  It still didn’t do a man a damn bit of good when she seemed so hell-bent on pushing me away more than not.

  I decided to take some time for myself. The next few days I stayed away. It was hard. I was hard, jacking off like four times a damn day. It was like I was fourteen again. I was a man, I should have more control over myself. I wasn’t about to be led around by my dick even if was by myself. But it seemed I couldn’t help it. Every time I thought about her. Every time I opened my nightstand and saw a box of condoms, and that was just downright sad.

  Four days later, I found myself standing outside her door with a salad and a turkey sandwich, knocking with hesitation because I wasn’t sure which Laurel I would ge
t.

  She opened the door and eyed me.

  “I know, what am I doing here, right?” I said with a smirk because she asked me that just about every time I showed up unexpectedly.

  It looked like I took the wind out of her sails the moment I said it. But maybe in a good way.

  “Let me guess,” she said cocking her hip out and resting her hand there. “Couldn’t stop thinking about me? Or are you just bored of your… biker groupies or whatever they’re called.”

  “The first one,” I said pushing my way inside. “But the second is true too.” I couldn’t help adding it because I knew it would get under her skin. The only reason they had become such a bore was because of her, but there was no way I’d let her know that.

  “Fine, come in,” she said after the fact. “But I’m only letting you in because it looks like you have food. And I don’t have much here.”

  “What is it, don’t know how to find your way to the grocery store or have no idea how to do your own shopping?” It was an asshole comment, I knew it the moment it left my lips.

  By the narrowed eyes I knew it was going to be a fight kind of night. Yeah, maybe that was what I had been pushing for.

  She opened the bag, ignoring me for now. I knew it was coming, though.

  “Oh, you got a salad. I didn’t think bikers knew what lettuce was.”

  “I had no idea,” I said with a shrug, playing the dick she wanted me to be. “I just asked the girl there what skinny chicks ordered and that’s what she sent me along with. Oh, and her number.” I pointed to the top of the bag where there was clearly a handwritten number there with the name Tiffany under it.

  Hey, I didn’t ask for it.

  And I sure as hell had no plans on using it. But Laurel didn’t need to know that.

  She fumed. I could see it. There was almost steam coming out of her ears but she tried her best to play it off.

  “What if I don’t want a salad, then? You just assume I’m like every other thin woman out there?”

  “Then have the turkey sandwich,” I said as I pulled it out and plopped it down on the counter right in front of her.

  Then for shits and giggles, I poured the light vinaigrette dressing over the salad and started eating.

  Her mouth dropped open in stunned shock.

  I ignored it and took another large bite.

  She had no choice but to eat the sandwich now. Which wasn’t such a bad thing. I figured that would be much better for her than a bunch of lettuce and some limp cucumbers.

  I watched as she took a defiant bite. Then she moaned. Which I couldn’t blame her. It smelled fucking amazing and I was a little jealous that I’d given it up. I ate my salad in silence.

  “Want a bite?” she asked sweetly as she held it out in front of my face.

  I looked into her eyes as I finished the first half off. Then I held out the fork which was loaded down with salad. She wrapped those sweet lips around the tines and pulled away so slowly. It was all I could do to hold back a groan.

  Then oddly enough the games stopped. We traded off bites of the food until it was all gone. It was weird feeding her like that but only because I’d never done such a thing with anyone, ever. Somehow standing there in her so-called kitchen area, I’d done something I would have considered too domesticated and lovey-dovey for my taste. Only it didn’t feel so bad with her.

  “Feel better?” I asked as I crooked my finger in the waistband of her pants and dragged her over to me.

  She let out a laugh as I wrapped my arms around her lower back.

  “Yes, thank you for feeding me.”

  I didn’t say anything else on the matter, I wasn’t going to be a dick and try to rub it in.

  Instead, I found my lips on hers. She didn’t seem to mind as she pushed up onto her toes to get closer to me.

  This Laurel was new to me. She wasn’t the snarky, give it to me as good as I gave it to her, Laurel. It wasn’t the I’m broken and vulnerable one either. I felt like this was more along the lines of what she would be like if things were normal. When her guard was down and her heart was at least halfway open.

  She kissed down my neck, her lips soft and tender, lingering with each sweet peck. She was hesitant but still bold. My fingers slipped into her hair and I loved how silky the strands felt against my rough hands.

  “I want you,” I said, my voice low and raw.

  Maybe it was me that was vulnerable right now.

  “Really?” she asked breathlessly against my skin.

  “Yeah, princess. Can’t get you out of my damn head,” I admitted.

  “Me too,” she said and then nipped my neck. It was almost like she was trying to cover up the fact that she’d said that out loud.

  I smiled. Not a cocky, half-smirk. A real, genuine smile as my heart did some strange skip thing.

  “I hope you brought enough this time, I plan to wear you out tonight,” she said as she pulled back and in looked into my eyes.

  Well, I’ll be damned.

  Bring it on, baby.

  She pulled me to the bed. I barely glanced around and noticed that over half the boxes had been unpacked. Her bed was made up, reminding me of the first time I’d been lucky enough to have her.

  We undressed in a heated silence, our eyes locked on one another’s the entire time.

  She pushed me down onto the bed and I went willingly, laying all the way back and resting my head on her overstuffed pillows.

  She crawled up my body, leaving a trail of kisses up my leg. She stopped and wrapped her hand around my cock. With a slow pull, she began to stroke me. Her lips softly kissed the tip of my head. Something about it seemed almost tender and too intimate. I wanted more.

  Her tongue curled around the head of my cock and I felt a shudder hit me hard. She took me in slowly and immediately I could tell that she wasn’t used to someone as big as me. For a second, she seemed lost at what to do with the half that was hanging out of her mouth.

  “Shit, that feels so good,” I said trying to encourage her.

  It seemed to work because her head began to bob up and down while her hand fisted me again and followed along with her movements.

  It wasn’t a lie, it felt amazing.

  She kept going, sucking harder when she pulled back enough so that her lips were wrapped around my head.

  This was easily the best blowjob I’d ever had. I couldn’t say if it was because she was taking her time or if it was because she seemed like she was really trying. Either way, it was hot and beautiful at the same time.

  I felt my balls start to tingle and this wasn’t the way I wanted it to go down. I needed to be inside of her. I wanted to feel her come for me.

  “Come here,” I beckoned her and she released me slowly.

  She took her sweet time, kissing a line up my abs and chest, then licked up the front of my throat. I snatched up a condom, folded up, wrapped my arms around her, and somehow managed to sheath myself blindly. All the while she continued to torture me by kissing and licking on my neck. I palmed her sweet ass and guided her onto me.

  Her head fell back as a long sigh fell from her lips. I started to guide her, moving her up and down my cock with ease. But soon she took over, her perfect tits bouncing wildly in my face.

  She rode me until she couldn’t move anymore. I couldn’t really blame her, she’d already came three times. I flipped her over and with my lips against hers, I finally stopped trying to hold myself back. I came so hard, somehow triggering yet another orgasm for her.

  This went on for months. I’d show up at her place and she’d take me in. I never knew which woman I was going to get but it didn’t matter. It seemed that at some point in the night she would eventually soften to me, even if it was for a moment before she shut me out again.

  There were times we got tired of fighting with our words and we fought with our bodies instead. Each of us clawing and gripping and pounding to be the one that came out on top. But I guess in the end it was really both of us that
won.

  Days when it really got to me, I hit the gym hard. I tried to run and punch the fact that I was her dirty little secret out of my system. That was what it felt like. She never mentioned coming to the compound. She never hinted that she wanted to go out. She hardly ever showed up to big events like cookouts, and even then it was because Cami had invited her. She never stayed long and she barely looked at me the entire time she was there.

  “Bad day?” Yuri asked me as I shouldered my way deeper into the gym.

  I grunted in response.

  “You’ve been coming around more often,” he said and I stopped mid-step and turned to him.

  “That a problem?” I asked and wanted to know why the hell he’d taken notice. But then again, it was just smart business to know who was coming and going.

  “Not at all. Just an observation. You ever need to spar, I can set you up.” His eyes shifted to the middle of the room where there were two rings set up.

  “Nah, thanks. But if I change my mind I’ll let you know.”

  I walked on. I didn’t want to start anything and I was uneasy about picking up a Russian sparring partner. One wrong move and I could shift the balance of what we had going on. I may have been a criminal but I preferred the peaceful kind of crime. If that even made sense. I only wanted to keep the bloodshed to a minimum, it was kind of my job after all.

  I got to work, throwing myself in the zone and ignoring what was around me. Well, mostly. I was still on alert in case someone wanted to fuck with me. But I tuned my ears off to the conversations around me. Some shit I just wasn’t meant to hear.

  Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to choose to work out in the Russian owned gym. The one where all their underground fighters trained at. But, I had my reasons for it.

  Even though I came in wearing my colors, I didn’t always think I’d been seen. Wearing my patch wasn’t me trying to disrespect the Russians and I think they knew it. It was me, being a welcomed outsider, trying to show as much respect as possible. It was like a neon sign telling everyone that I was there and that I wasn’t trying to sneak around, trying to get information I wasn’t supposed to have.