Bone and Steel (An Erotic MC Romance)

by Day, Talia

  My legs instinctively crossed and the heat of the moment simmered as my eyes met his, shamefully. “I can’t.” I suddenly felt the fire within me go black and cold. My mind wanted this, fantasy after fantasy leading me into his arms, and yet, here, now, forceful and rough, I was afraid. His eyes met with mine and he nodded, silently he pulled himself from the bed and dressed. I covered myself before trying to explain.

  “Sorry,” I began, but he instantly shook his head and stopped me from apologizing.

  “Don’t worry about it Ally. Let's go for a ride.” I wanted to explain myself further but his arms wrapped around me and lifted me to my feet, placing a sweet yet longing kiss on my lips.

  Jacob pulled me in close to him and we rode this way for a long time along the coast. It was dark before he finally pulled off onto a small road that led us down to the ocean. We came to a stop and he turned and lifted me from behind him. Opening a compartment below the seat, he set about pulling a blanket and a bag from it before turning and interlacing his hand with mind. Following him silently, he led me through the sand and onto the beach.

  “It’s beautiful.” I said softly.

  Jacob pulled me in close for a moment admiring the night sky. Bending to reach me his lips met with mine and we kissed slowly and passionately. I grew dizzy, hypnotized by the passion that was growing between us. Releasing me from his hold he took the blanket, spread it over the sand, and pulled a bottle of red wine from the bag.

  "Who would have thought, a hardcore biker with a blanket and a bottle of wine," I smiled to myself, enjoying the gentle side of Jacob Hartley.

  We settled down together and his lips met with mine again playfully. “Sorry, I didn’t bring any glasses,” he shrugged at me with regret.

  I laughed and teased him, “I might have questioned your manhood had you went as far as bringing them. Definitely not the night I expected from a big bad biker like you.”

  Handing me the bottle he replied, “This is only a part of who I am Ally. Don’t for a second think you should let your guard down.” Although he smiled, something in his eyes belied the humor in his countenance. He had a dark side, and being so young and powerful, I worried just how dark it might be.

  Chapter 5

  Jacob called me early the next morning and picked me up on his bike. He had went to some trouble I could tell; his hair tamed and beard trimmed. We drove slowly through the warm air, up a beautiful, quiet, single-lane mountain road with spectacular views of the ocean and coast. I held him tightly and perched my head on his shoulder, appreciating the freedom and connection with nature I felt as the wind whipped over my body.

  “I had no idea just how amazing it feels to ride!” I called out over the sound of the engine. Jacob's strong hand reached back and squeezed my thigh as we continued on. Eventually we pulled off and onto a private dirt road that led us to a simple yet amazing log cabin. The pine trees here were tall, and the breeze softly whistled through their needles. Jacob took my hand and walked me towards the entrance, a look of pleasure on his face.

  “This,” he swept his open hand from left to right as he spoke, “is my solace. Whenever I need to just get away, to think, or to simply relax, this is where I go.” I was impressed. Although the cabin was small, it was surprisingly elegant and inviting.

  As we walked through the shaded, tree-lined entrance I was astounded to see that the entire south-facing wall was made of windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. There was even a large pane that continued upwards into the ceiling, creating a skylight, allowing a gorgeous view of the heavens.

  “This is absolutely beautiful Jacob,” I smiled and reached up to kiss him.

  He kissed me passionately, and sat me down at a stool in the kitchen. “First, I am going to feed you.” As if the cabin wasn't amazing enough, now this ruggedly handsome, rough-riding stranger dons an apron and sets about cooking; I felt as if I had somehow landed in a dream and everything was blissfully perfect.

  As the day grew into evening I had hardly noticed the time pass. Jacob captivated me: he was funny, kind and exciting. After he did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, he invited me to take an evening soak in the hot tub under the full moon, and as I slowly sipped down the last of my wine I moved in closer to him and seductively pressed my lips to his.

  My tongue toyed with his momentarily before I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and gently bit down. Every ounce of me wanted him. Jacob's breathing grew instantly heavier and his hands greedily groped at my ass and thighs. He pulled me down onto his cock which was already swollen and stiff with anticipation. He carried me out of the hot tub, the cool air giving me goose bumps. As we reached the house his hand searched out the ties on my bikini and slowly released them. His hand groped at my bare chest as his mouth playfully kissed my neck and lips. I reached down and untied his shorts as he pulled free the tiny bottoms that I wore. I felt my heart begin to race.

  His thick cock pressed against my bare bottom as he continued to carry me into the cabin. Laying me down on his bed he stood over me for a moment, his eyes admiring each inch of my bare and wanting body. I took a deep breath, my cheeks feeling suddenly hot as I lay there, entirely exposed and on display for him.

  Crawling forward onto the bed, Jacob spread my legs and pressed his lips hard against mine. My body was responsive and I could feel the slick lubrication of my pussy on his hard shaft. My hips flexed with need as his cock continued to slide along my lips. I wanted to be full, to experience every last inch of him, grabbing the shaft of his swollen dick I directed him into my wetness and closed my eyes. With a sudden and powerful thrust I felt my insides explode. I screamed loudly as pain radiated through my body as I stretched to take him in, and yet the second the pain registered, a second wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.

  My head fell back and my hips met his time and again as he kissed roughly down my neck. Thrust after thrust we connected, our bodies in beautiful unison. Lifting me easily he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips back, elevating them and exposing my round cheeks. I heard a guttural sound escape him as he spread me and watched his dick slide deeply into me. My body was alive with pleasure and I moaned in ecstasy, convinced that this was the height of it. I was wrong.

  Thick fingers wound into my long hair and took hold near the roots, pulling my head back hard. My body contorted into a deep arch against the pressure, and a new wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. Harder and harder he pounded me from behind until my body began to convulse. Waves of pleasure pounded me with each spasm and I cried out loudly just as Jacob growled out his own sounds of release. In the next instant we were both silent, Jacob still within me, our bodies wet and exhausted, hearts racing. Jacob wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me in close to his chest. We were one.

  Chapter 6

  Pulling up to the clubhouse for the first time I felt a wave of intimidation rush over me and suddenly wished that Kate was back from Mexico. I walked past several bikers, a few of them I recognized from last week.

  “Here Kitty, Kitty,” I heard one of them call to me, but I knew better than to give notice to cat calls.

  “Fuck off,” I called back. Several of the other guys chuckled and chided.

  “Better watch your ass Prospect, that’s Jacob's girl.” I turned to the familiar voice and recognized Tank. He lifted his beer at me momentarily before returning to the woman who was straddling him. Walking inside I was surprised by the sheer size of the place. It was essentially a bar, and although it was only eleven, there was already a crowd of men laughing too loudly to be sober. Across from the bar was a stage and several women were on it practicing their moves. I watched curiously for a moment, feeling invisible as not a single soul noticed my presence.

  Just when I was about to continue on a burly guy at the bar called out to me, “You lost sweetheart?”

  I forced a smile and approached the men. “I'm Ally,” I replied, “I’m here for Jacob.”

  His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips as he t
ook a better look at me. “The Reaper is out. Sit down, have a beer.” Before I could refuse he had cracked the top from a cold one and sat it down on the bar in front of me.

  I took a long and deep swig from the bottle—might as well take the edge off. I was nearly finished with it when I saw Jacob pull up on his bike. I could tell instantly that something was wrong.

  Throwing his helmet to the concrete he roared loudly, “Boys, we have fucking a problem. Conference room, NOW!” The men around me jumped from their seats, and low whispers were exchanged as the men crowded through a door and into a room with a large wooden table in the center.

  I got up and followed but an older woman grabbed me suddenly by the arm. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going,” she hissed. She had long black hair, and although she was at least twice my age, she was ripped. Her eyes glared at me as she waited for me to reply.

  “I want to know what is going on, I am with Jacob,” I said.

  Her face contorted as if she had just smelled something terrible. “Look, honey. I don’t care if you are fucking the entire crew, unless you have a dick and a vest, you aren’t welcome in that room.”

  I stared back at her defiantly before backing down and returning to my seat at the bar. I reached behind the bar and grabbed another beer from the ice box. “Hand me one of those, will you?” I turned around, startled by the owner's voice.

  She was young and beautiful. The other girls were hard, many of them tattooed and looked like they had lived hard lives. This one was different. She didn’t have one bit of ink and she looked intelligent and innocent. “Ally, I said, introducing myself as I handed her the beer. “Mia,” she replied.

  “So, any idea what is going on in there?” I asked.

  “Not entirely. I know Jacob had a meeting today with the president of Los Muertos but I only know that because I heard him on the phone. Women aren’t involved in the business--when the men talk business, the women leave the room. Trust me though, knowing what goes on with the men is worse than not knowing.”

  I lifted one eyebrow at her, not entirely sure how it could be better to be clueless than to be involved. A half hour later the door opened again and the men grabbed vests and suited up. I approached Jacob eagerly but was instantly shut down as he walked past me and to his bike. “Not now Ally.”

  Part of me understood that the world didn’t revolve around me, but deep down I felt as if my heart was torn in two.

  As the boys drove away the older women approached me again. “Don’t look so depressed. If you are going to be involved with a Member, you are going to have to give up that pussy attitude. My name’s Vicki.”

  I stuck close to the bar, wondering if the guys would be back soon or if I should just go. My phone buzzed in my purse and I took it out, not recognizing the number. It was a text from Chris, and it read:

  “Hey Ally, Want to grab dinner tonight?”

  I decided against responding. I wanted to be with Jacob, but the insecure part of me wanted to leave the invitation open because I felt rejected.

  An hour later I could hear the rumble of engines as they screamed towards the clubhouse. I got up and headed outside. My stomach tightened as my eyes took in the scene: blood, a lot of blood, and a lot of yelling. And where was Jacob?

  My heart began to beat hard as I searched the chaotic scene. Several women ran past, further blocking my view, as the men shouted orders. “Mia, get Lynn and tell her to bring her sewing kit. Angie, I need you to get Ralphee on the phone.” “Dead?! What do you mean he's dead?!” a woman’s voice screamed from the crowd. Tank carried a man in his arms past me, my knees suddenly weak as I saw that half of his face was missing. I felt my chest constrict and my breathing grew rapid as I began to panic. In the next moment I passed out.

  Chapter 7

  “There you go hon, just relax.” It was Vicki, and I was in an unfamiliar bed.

  “Where is Jacob?” I cried out to her, instantly recalling the terrifying scene.

  “He’ll be okay, he was shot, but Lynn says it just grazed him."

  My heart began to race again. “I need to see him,” I screamed as I jumped from the bed. But the room started spinning and fading to black. Vicki pushed me back down and held my shoulders.

  “Look honey, just relax. Jacob is fine. You, on the other hand, are as white as a ghost.”

  I took a deep breath and tears began welling up in my eyes. "What am I doing here? No one gets shot! This isn’t happening!" I started to cry, my emotions overwhelming me.

  “Look hon, I ain't interested in being your mother. Keep your ass in this bed and I'll send Jacob up when Lynn is finished with him.” Setting a glass of water next to me she got up and pulled the door closed behind her.

  I curled into a ball and sobbed uncontrollably. My entire being was ripped in half. From the moment I laid eyes on Jacob I knew that something was special about him—and each moment we were together reinforced my convictions. I needed him to need me, to want me, to be there for me. But this was never a part of the life I imagined with him.

  Could I survive knowing that the man I had fallen for might not come home alive one day? I sat up in bed, wiping the tears from my eyes and pulling myself together. I needed to see Jacob and I didn’t give a shit what Vicki said, I was going to. Taking a quick glance at myself in the mirror I adjusted my shirt and fixed my hair in an attempt to look like I was holding it together.

  I was in an unfamiliar part of the club house, but the signs over the doors indicated that they were dorm style rooms assigned to ranking club members. My ears registered the faint sound of voices as I crept forward and the hallway opened into a kitchen area. The tiled surfaces enhanced the sound and as moved into the center of the room I could faintly make out the words of a heated conversation.

  “But Jacob, we have to think about the financial repercussions if we go against them. Besides, they have the firepower, we have to be rational or we could all end up like Tails.”

  My stomach twisted into a knot as the image of the dead man being carried by Tank flashed through my mind.

  “Rational?” I heard Jacob's voice boom. “How can we be fucking rational when they have one of our own? We ride together, we fucking die together! Besides, not one of us is ready to deal with the FBI down our fucking throats, and there is no way that a sex trafficking ring won’t bring federal attention right to our doorstep. This is our town, we own it, and we make the rules!”

  A loud crash rung out and I imagined his powerful fist slamming hard into the table. The other men began conversing simultaneously and for a moment I could no longer make out the words clearly.

  “Look Jacob," an unfamiliar voice began, "If you want to do this, we are behind you one-hundred percent, but I think we need to meet up with Ralphee and get their crew involved. They have men to spare and we need everyone we can get if we are going to go up against the Muertos.”

  “Fine, do what you have to do. Offer them a cut on the Columbian account, I don't fucking care. The rest of you put your heads together and come up with a plan to get Chase out of there. We ride tonight.”

  Chase? Did he just say Chase? My stomach felt instantly sick. Chase was in Mexico…with Kate.

  Chapter 8

  When Jacob entered the kitchen his arm was bandaged, dried blood staining his shirt and forearm. His expression was strange. “Thank god you are ok,” I choked out. I tried to stifle the tears but suddenly broke down and started to sob.

  “Everything is going to be alright, Ally.” His hands slid around me and wrapped my waist tightly, pulling me to him. I looked up at him and let out a breath of relief; somehow I trusted his words. Pressing his lips to mine he lifted me and carried me back down the hallway and to the bed in his room. I wanted him to talk to me, to tell me everything. My body, however, had a different plan, and as his kisses grew into a fervor of passionate need I lost all of my senses except the carnal one.

  His rugged hands traced up the sides of my body, pulling my shirt high on my
chest as his tongue danced and toyed with mine. The sound of his breathing was ragged and desperate and my hips began rhythmically undulating to the sound. His bandaged arm held his body above mine and as his teeth bit down on my neck his fist gripped the fabric at my waist.

  With a forceful grip he pulled the fabric up, pressure building on my clit and sending my body into a contorted arc as my body prayed for more. I slid my fingers up his back, taking his shirt up and over his head, exposing his flexed chest and cut core. He released his grip on my pants, removed his shirt, and when he freed himself he forcefully pressed his hand between my thighs and rubbed up and down as I let out a whimper of need. I pulled my own shirt and bra over my head, exposing my erect nipples to him, pressing them forward as his tongue made contact with each of them in turn.