Bone and Steel (An Erotic MC Romance)

by Day, Talia

  The bike roared to life, sending intense vibrations through me and between my thighs. Suddenly the cul-de-sac came alive as the other bikers started their engines. In the next instant we were off, the chill of the night invigorating against my bare thighs. There was a freedom in riding this way that I had never experienced. The wind whipped through my hair, the bike flew across the streets giving me the sensation of flying. I pulled myself closer to Jacob, my fingertips all but innocently tracing his rock hard abs.

  I knew that my touch could be interpreted as my shifting for better grip, but I also knew that the soft touch along the waist of his jeans would send electricity between his thighs. What I thought was a subtle flirtation was anything but. Jacob released his left hand from the bars and reached down to my knee, his hand sliding up my thigh and gripping me tightly. My lips held close to his ear, I gasped too loudly, in both surprise and lust, sensual desire rushing through me. I hoped he hadn’t heard the pleasured sound that escaped me, but when his hand moved further up my thigh I knew that he had read my response as an invitation.

  My panties were now in his grip, and the unexpected moment, along with the deep purr of the bike had me instantly wet. His fingers slowly slid along my wetness and I heard him let out a low growl of pleasure as he pressed them inside of me. I pulled myself in closer to him, allowing his fingers deeper access to my wanting insides, but also allowing me to hide his actions with the oversized jacket I was wearing.

  I moaned out loudly as he pulled his fingers roughly towards my tummy. His fingers worked me with a roughness I had never before experienced and I felt my insides come alive with electricity. I had been fingered in the past, but had never experienced the roughness that was now being inflicted upon me. I couldn’t help the sounds of pleasure that were now coming freely from my lips and I slowly traced my grip further south on his waist and instantly found his cock rock hard within my grip.

  He let out a low growl, and his hips flexed up and forward, filling my hands with his cock. Without warning he suddenly veered left and we sped into the darkness leaving the rest of the bikers and heading towards the coast. I felt nervousness building within me as we sped from the safety of the group, but as his fingers continued to work me I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure.

  I unsnapped his jeans and reached my hand down and onto his bare shaft, stroking him softly. It felt so wrong, so dirty, so exciting. Letting go of all inhibitions and I tugged his cock in rhythm with his penetrating fingers, my tongue tracing along his neck. With both of us building to a crescendo. Feeling myself nearing an orgasm I wrapped my thighs around his waist and dipped my mouth over the head of his thick cock, his muscles instantly in a spasm in unison with my own. I shuddered with pleasure as I took my seat behind him again and he sped faster, our route now along the ocean side.

  I rode quietly, taking in the sensations of the night. The moon was just rising over the water, the clear sky filled with stars, the salt of the sea filled my nose, warm and moist. More intensely, the shivers of my body, still shocked and surprised by the intense thrill of the moment.

  Later that night we pulled back into town and eventually met up with the rest of the club at Santos. Jacob had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist when we walked into the joint and I felt my cheeks grow red. I wasn’t ashamed of his touch, but I did worry about how others might judge me.

  Kate gave me the most curious look, but I didn’t give her any indication of what happened, and when she finally asked, I just said we rode along the coast. The night was fun and I met the other men and women, none of whom said a word about my entrance with Jacob. I felt myself relax as the night went on, and by the time Kate and I went home I was already looking forward to seeing them all again.

  Jacob lifted me once more from his bike and placed me onto the pavement in front of my house, taking the jacket as I held it out to him. With the audience of Kate and several others from the club I felt my cheeks flush with heat as he pulled me in close and pressed his lips to mine. I heard several cheers and grunts behind me, but I let myself get lost in the moment. I couldn’t fight the magnetic pull I felt for him and I surely wouldn’t deny him a simple kiss good night.

  Peeking through the curtain I watched as they pulled away, my stomach tightening, unable to wait for his return. "What a night," I thought to myself as I replayed the wild ride. Nothing about tonight was routine or safe. I felt alive.

  “So Ally,” Kate said, her eyes wide and grin suggestive, “what exactly did you do on that ride?” I hushed her and wished her sweet dreams, taking the secrets of the night with me as I closed the door to my room. I knew I wouldn’t get out of giving her every detail, but at the moment, I wanted to simply lie in my bed and selfishly enjoy the memories.

  Chapter 4

  The next day, to my surprise, Kate was up and gone before I had even gotten out of bed. Feeling as if I had dodged a bullet, at least for the moment, I lavished in the quiet morning. I pulled a book from the shelf and spent half the morning laying in the bay window, the early morning sun warming my bare flesh. Setting my book aside I began recalling the previous night.

  Without even a discussion of a relationship, it seemed Jacob had claimed me as his property. He displayed his interest in front of everyone, first demanding I ride with him, and then again at Santos when he kept his arm around me whenever I was within reach. A tiny voice in the back of my mind warned me that his behavior was sudden and even controlling, but I had wanted every bit of the attention. I am sure had I not reciprocated or encouraged his actions, he would not have taken the sexual liberties he had.

  Ultimately, I had been the one who had first touched him suggestively. On top of my having been the instigator, I was utterly and completely overwhelmed with lust by his manly aggression. When he grabbed me by the thigh, I didn’t want him to stop there. When he slid his fingers inside of me, I was the one who stroked him and moaned into his ears.

  The warmth of the sun and the heat of the memories worked together now, bringing a fantasy to the forefront of my attention. I slid my fingers down and between my thighs as I closed my eyes. I imagined my own fingers to be his and I worked myself roughly, as he had.

  Home alone and with no eyes or ears to judge me I let out a soft and yearning moan. I imagined his hard body and his deep blue eyes staring down at me, even his lips pressing against my own.

  “You are mine.” His voice was low and raspy as he whispered from above me, the sound so real in my mind that I jumped up, embarrassed that he was watching me.

  My eyes darted quickly around the room, but to my ease, I was entirely alone. The sudden start brought me back to the moment, and noticing the clock, I quickly got up to get ready for class.

  I had sent Kate a text that morning, but when I got home at four, she still hadn’t gotten back to me. It wasn’t abnormal for Kate to be caught up in her own world, but it was annoying because I wanted to ask her about going out again tonight. Walking into the house I called out for her but she wasn’t there. After several hours, my hopes were dashed and I found myself alone in my room with my books, unable to focus. I cursed Kate for her inconsiderate way of being, and then I cursed Jacob for not giving me his number or getting mine.

  As I laid there, alone in my bed, feelings of inadequacy began to enter my mind. Maybe he didn’t ask for my number because he didn’t care to see me again. Maybe to him last night was just fun, and any relationship was out of the question. It wasn’t as if I had put up any kind of fight, it is common knowledge that when a girl is easy the guy loses interest.

  Normally I live by a three date rule: see them three times before even considering heading in a romantic direction. For me this practice had led to the realization that many of the guys I had dated were not worth my time. I suddenly felt a knot in my guts for having let things get so out of hand last night. The more my mind worked, the more I doubted that I would ever be anything more than a wild night for him. Shaking the negativity from my mind I got up to get r
eady for bed.

  As I brushed my teeth I cleaned up, picking up the mess I had left last night. As I checked the pockets of my pants I noticed the small piece of receipt with Christopher’s number on it. I held my hand out over the trash and nearly dropped it in, but I felt the need for validation, for companionship. In my desperate state I knew better than to give in to my urge to call him, but the insecure woman within me begged for a distraction.

  “Hello?”

  I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak. “Hey, is this Christopher? This is Ally, we met last night at Hops.”

  “Oh yeah! I am glad you called. Do you want to get together? I am just about to go get a drink, but I would love to take you to dinner if you are interested?”

  I smiled at the warm invitation and accepted eagerly. “I can meet you at Hops in half an hour and we can walk to dinner from there,” I suggested.

  “Sounds good, see you then.”

  The phone fell silent and I threw mine down onto the bed and quickly got myself ready. I felt a little guilty for having called him, but I have always had a difficult time waiting for reciprocated feelings. When I felt an interest in someone and didn’t feel the intensity returned, I often looked to others to fill my need for attention. Deep down I knew that it was simply insecurity and low self-esteem, but I could always somehow justify my actions as acceptable.

  He was more handsome than I remembered, and as I pulled up the seat next to his I was glad that I called him. He smiled down at me and ordered the waitress to get me whatever I wanted.

  “I’ll have a Sierra Nevada,” I called out to the bartender.

  “Thanks again, Chris,” I said and smiled genuinely.

  We spent at least an hour talking, which to my surprise, was easy. It was as if I had known him for years, as if I were getting a drink and catching up with an old friend. As the image of Jacob’s deep blue eyes faded from my mind, my phone buzzed in my purse. I glanced down to see that it was Kate calling. A knot formed in my stomach and I excused myself to answer.

  “Hey Kate. Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” The rumble of engines muffled her voice and ultimately I knew damned well why she hadn’t been answering.

  “Oh hush Ally, I was busy. Anyhow, the gang is getting together at the clubhouse and Jacob wanted me to invite you personally. I felt the familiar flame ignite inside and then suddenly extinguish as I remembered having accepted the invite to dinner.

  “Ugh. I really can’t come tonight Kate. Tell Jacob if he wants to see me he needs to give me more than a moment's notice, I have plans.” Although deep down I was jumping for joy to know that he wanted to see me again, it couldn’t hurt to play a little harder to get.

  “Give him my number will you? Enjoy your night.” I hung up, feeling unsure about the decision, but feeling rude for wanting to walk out on Christopher.

  Sitting down with Christopher again, my mind wandered, and it wasn’t long before he realized that there was something distracting me.

  “Look Ally, I am not sure what is going on with you but I think we should continue this some other time. Can I walk you to your car?”

  Nodding in agreement, he walked to my car and wished me a good night. I smiled back despite my mind continually asking, "What is wrong with me?"

  As soon as he left me I tried calling Kate back but her phone went straight to voicemail. Despite desperately clinging to my telephone the entire way home it never did light up; I had missed my opportunity. Sitting at home for a second time, my mood became even darker than before, sending me into a restless and irritable sleep.

  The week plodded on without a call from either Jacob or Christopher. I had hoped to get a chance to ask Kate about Jacob, but she had decided to go on a trip down to Mexico and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. It was as if a sudden wave of good luck had struck me, and then passed, dying out in the next moment. My life was back to normal and boring.

  "At least I have my health," I thought unconvincingly to myself, rolling my eyes at the utterly depressing and lonely life I lived.

  At four-thirty that afternoon, just as I was about to warm up a pot pie in the microwave, a rumble began to grow in the distance. My heart began to race and my ears perked up in attention. I found myself praying that the sound would continue in my direction. Louder, louder yet. My mind raced, exploding with fears and doubts: Why hadn’t he called all week? Was I really happy he was here? Was I angry? Would I pretend like I hadn’t noticed his absence?

  Before I could even process my emotions the bikes engine cut and I heard heavy steps approaching the door. I half danced, half sulked to the door and opened it just as Jacob was about to knock.

  “Oh hey Jacob,” I said timidly, avoiding eye contact as my insecurities won the battle in my head.

  “Hey, look at me Ally.” He took a step forward and held his arms out to embrace me. I so wanted to fall into his arms and to feel him surround me, but I reluctantly pulled away. “You didn’t even call me, I know I have no rights to you, but I really felt like there was a connection between us. I don’t know how to feel about you anymore.” I said acridly.

  Pulling my chin gently up he stared down at me silently. His eyes bore into me, and again, I found myself locked in his gaze. Like a confused doe in the headlights, I found myself unable to move, unable to look away. His face grew dark, the skin on his forehead wrinkling with stress as he searched for the words to say.

  “Ally, the last week has been utter hell for me. From the moment I saw you I knew that I had to have you, as if you are mine.”

  A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke the words I had twice fantasized about.

  “My lifestyle, the MC, the secrets, it is not as glamorous as it might seem. There is no doubt in my mind that getting involved with you will lead you in a direction that is dark and dangerous. There is a light in you Ally, the way you talk about your dreams and passions. I feel like it would be selfish of me to drag you into the darkness and evil that surrounds my life. When you turned me down on the invite to the clubhouse, I thought maybe it was for the best. I tried to put you out of my mind but not a single moment has gone by when something about you didn’t cross my mind. My world has been torn in two since I met you, there is my duty as president, and then there is you. Please know that my distance has been solely based on my desire to protect you from getting hurt. Fall in with the MC, and your life will never be the same Ally.”

  I took a deep breath before I even considered responding. Here he was, explaining to me that he felt a deep connection with me and that he had avoided calling me for fear that his life wasn’t good enough for me. All this time, my mind had settled on my own short comings and insecurities as being at fault.

  Leaning forward I pressed my body into his chest, lacing my fingers together at his spine and reached up to meet his lips with my own. "I am not afraid of you Jacob, or the MC," I said. "I am a big girl and I know what I want."

  Like a bursting dam, all of the pent up emotion was released: frustration, jealousy, lust, fear, all melted into a passion that was uncontrollable and reckless. His strong arms lifted me as he pushed me forward into the house, his leg kicking the door closed behind him. His mouth left mine only momentarily as he glanced around the room.

  Taking me to the kitchen he placed me on the counter and pressed himself into me as my legs pulled him in tightly. I could feel his breath ragged and intense against my neck and ear as his hands eagerly grasped and groped at my body. I was wet, desire overwhelming me. I pulled his heavy jacket from his shoulders and he let it drop behind him as he violently pulled my shirt up and over my head.

  The force with which Jacob handled me was reason for fright, yet my insides wanted him this way, maddened, uncontrolled, and maniacal. In the next instant he took a step back gripped the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, exposing me completely to him. I took a deep breath as I tried not to let my conscious have any say in the moment.

  Dropping to his knees his mouth was upon me.
My legs instinctively wrapped around him and my head fell back as my hips pressed forward and spread wide for him. I needed this, to be released, to be validated, to be controlled. I cried out for more and with a forceful entry his fingers filled me.

  I gasped and pleaded with him for more, “please, please, take me to my bedroom.” His arms gripped my thighs and as he stood I was suddenly balanced on his shoulders, his tongue never losing intensity or skill as he carried through the hall and onto my bed. Dropping me there, my hips still undulating with desire he stripped his shirt over his head, and then dropped his jeans to the floor, revealing himself to me entirely.

  I marveled as I took in the lines of his body and the magnificence of his form. But in the next moment I felt myself suddenly afraid of what was to come. Not that I had been a prude, but as of yet there hadn’t been a man worth giving up my virginity to. Was I really ready to give myself to this man, or was my lust simply overwhelming my better judgment. My mind raced with fear and contemplation as his godly form slowly crawled onto the bed before me. After having invited him to my bed, what did I expect would happen?