“Fuck, shut her up! Shut her up!” the man holding Iron growled, and Stinky Breath, as she was now going to refer to the asshole holding her, slapped her hard across the face. Roz stumbled and fell down, banging hard into the wall of the rec center. Her lips stung and her ears rang from the hard hit. Iron growled and fought harder to get away from the man holding him because Stinky had hit her.
Footfalls were suddenly running their way and there were shouts from inside. The men surrounding them suddenly looked panicked. The one holding Iron slung sand from the ground up into Iron’s face before jumping up.
He cried out, “Fuck, let’s get the hell out of here, we’ll come back.” He kicked Iron hard in the back before they took off in the direction of a nearby truck that she hadn’t noticed when they pulled up.
Roz saw Iron stumble to his feet rubbing his eyes even while he drew his gun to shoot at the men’s retreating forms. He hit one in the leg but the others managed to get him into the truck that they’d brought with them. They were already tearing out of the rec center parking lot when the prospects came rushing out of the door with guns drawn to see what was happening.
“Damn it!” Iron growled, still rubbing his tearing eyes with his hand trying to clear the debris that the man had gotten in his eyes. Roz watched all of this a little dazed. It had all happened so fast that she hadn’t processed it yet. Iron walked over, his hand resting on her cheek, his thumb rubbing over the area that stung. “Those motherfuckers better hope I never see them again.
“Are you two okay?” Rebel asked, having joined them outside. Six prospects had jumped on their bikes and headed after the men who’d grabbed them.
“Yeah, fuck, that asshole almost blinded me,” Iron growled, again rubbing at his eyes.
“Let’s go inside and I’ll flush them. I think there’s some eyewash in the first aid kit. I saw it the other night when Thea cut her hand,” Roz said, tugging on his arm, needing to do something because her insides where jumpy.
“Go, I’ll see what I can find out about this,” Rebel told them.
She managed to get him inside and sitting down at the counter despite his protests that he was fine. She grabbed the kit and moved over to where he sat on the stool rubbing at his still tearing eyes.
“Stop rubbing them, it will make it worse,” Roz told him. Moving to stand between his legs, her hands rested briefly on his thighs before she reached into the kit removing the eyewash. “Tilt your head back so I can do this.”
“Rozzy, this isn’t really necessary. I’ve told you they’re fine,” Iron said in typical male fashion, making her shake her head because he wasn’t fine or he wouldn’t still be rubbing his eyes like he was.
“You’re not fine, Iron. You were just rubbing your eyes a second ago which tells me that there’s still something in there. That means this is necessary so stop being a turd and let me wash your eyes out.” Roz glared at him and grabbed his chin to tilt his head back. She placed the bottle over each eye for three seconds like the directions said to before she pulled it away asking, “Better?”
Iron blinked a few times before he nodded.
“Much, thanks,” he replied, then reached out when she would have stepped away grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. “So I’m acting like a turd, am I?” he asked her, a dark smile spreading over his lips.
“Yes, you were,” Roz said, realizing that his mind had jumped from his anger with the men who’d tried to kidnap them to sex.
Men, they really did have one-track minds.
“Hmm, I think that you’ve become a little mouthy since the last time we were together, Rozzy,” Iron said leaning in, his lips sliding over hers, and she couldn’t hold back the snort of laughter that brought because he had no idea how mouthy she could be.
“Huh, guess you will have to get used to that then because it’s not going to change,” Roz informed him, pushing on his shoulders.
He refused to let her go and instead reeled her in with both arms wrapped around her waist holding her close. His lips gently kissed along her jaw up to the place where the man had hit her, which still stung a bit.
“Good thing I like mouthy girls then, huh,” he whispered as his mouth crashed down over hers with a rough passion that stole her breath.
Her hands on his shoulders stopped pushing and she held on instead. A moan rose up, escaping her without her permission as her tongue met his in a heated duel. Her hand slipped up to cup the back of his bald head holding his mouth to hers. Her heart pounded in her ears and she felt her body’s liquid response to his kiss wetting her panties. Feeling almost desperate to feel him inside her again, she pulled away trying to get him to stand, wanting to take him to their room.
He growled and tried to stop her from getting away until he realized that they weren’t alone when Laci said, “Uh––I guess you two are okay then, huh?”
Giggles came from the couch next to her and Roz saw to her utter embarrassment that Laci wasn’t the only one who’d been watching the show. Thea, Alyssa and Robin had also been privy to their display of passion. Roz wanted to sink into the floor and never be seen again but Iron grabbed her arm.
With a handsome grin that made her flood her panties again Iron said, “Yep, we’re fine. But the ordeal has made us really tired and we’re heading to bed early.” Then he scooped her back over his shoulder and headed to the room they’d been sharing for the past week and a half. Roz didn’t protest even when she heard the girls giggling and Laci’s voice call out.
“You do know that we all know what you’re really doing, right?” she asked Iron, who didn’t respond but let out a wickedly sexy chuckle as his hand slid over the backs of her thighs before rubbing over her pussy. Roz moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping her as he shoved open the bedroom door.
Chapter 16
Iron slammed the door behind them and tossed her down on the bed. His grin was wide and he began jerking off his cut, tossing it on the dresser before he ripped off the white t-shirt he’d had on underneath it. Roz watched him, her breath coming in pants as his golden abs were revealed.
Damn, Iron was seriously sexy. He should come with a warning label. One that read ‘prone to making women come just looking at him.’ That way women would know what they were in store for when he stripped like he was now. Roz’s eyes devoured the hot man candy before her wanting to lick him from head to toe.
“Well? Aren’t you going to get naked?” Iron asked, still grinning while he slid the button on his jeans open, watching her where she had pushed up on her elbows to watch the show.
“Um,” was all Roz could manage as she stared at the opening on his jeans and his revealed abs.
Letting out a snicker at her obvious distraction, Iron slowly unbuttoned the next one, his movements sensual and teasing. Roz watched, her heart pounding and her body on fire as the fact that he wasn’t wearing anything under those jeans became very apparent.
Holy Mother of God.
Roz licked her lips watching the slow teasing slide of his fingers as they removed the last button from its fastening. Then he pulled the fly apart revealing his thick cock with the apadravya glinting in the light and Roz let out a little gasp of desire as his hand slowly surrounded the hard flesh at the base cupping his balls briefly before sliding from base to tip. She watched in fascination when he slid his jeans off his hips and kicked them away. Getting up onto her knees, she moved towards him with the intent of exploring him. When she was kneeling on the end of the bed Iron stepped forward.
“Hmm, what are you up to, baby?” he asked, his eyes filled with wicked desires as he watched her reach out for his cock. Her hand closed over the heated flesh feeling the hard steel of his member covered by the silky smoothness of his skin. She ran her fingers over the tip feeling the slight moisture caused by his pre-come as she caressed him, her hand curling around the thickened mass, giving it a light squeeze.
Iron let out a loud groan as she slowly began to slid her hand down his cock to the base, h
er eyes glued to her hand that caressed his cock, her lips slightly parted with her breath coming in labored gasps. He let her explore but his hands moved up burying in her hair, tilting her head slightly, meeting her silvery blue eyes with his heavy-lidded green ones.
“You are so damned sexy,” he whispered heatedly and she smiled at him even though she didn’t agree. Iron had always thought of her as beautiful and sexy even when she was a lanky teen with no breasts and frizzy hair. Now she had too much padding on her hips and her hair was still a frizzy mass of almost curls that was a pain in the ass to style so not much had changed.
“Am I?” Roz asked, her hand giving his cock another squeeze, making his eyes darken further with desire. “Or are you just saying that so you can get a blow job?”
Iron didn’t like that question at all, she knew, because his hand tightened painfully in her hair for a moment and his lips tightened into a thin line before he leaned forward and kissed her hard and deep. His tongue slid into her mouth with possessive ownership and more than a little anger at her disparaging of his motives.
Roz’s hand slipped off his hard cock as he pushed her back onto the bed following her down. Iron pushed his hand beneath her shirt cupping her breast encased in silk, his fingers seeking her flesh by pushing the cups aside. His thumb rubbed across her nipple and she felt chills pimple on her flesh and her gasp escaped their fused lips. Her hands caressed his shoulders feeling the firm flesh of his biceps.
Iron pulled back, kissing his way down to that spot on her neck just beneath her ear that always made her mindless. She moaned, her body lifting off the bed to press into his above her. Iron let out a growl after sucking on the mark he’d made days ago before he began tugging at the hem of her shirt, lifting up enough to pull it over her head. Roz didn’t protest, her need for his touch was too visceral.
He removed her bra just as quickly before falling on her, his mouth covering her nipple to suck it, his tongue curling around it making her lightheaded. Her heart beat so wildly it was a roaring in her ears. Iron had always stirred her passions strongly and today was no different.
“You know it makes me mad when you don’t see how utterly beautiful you are, Rozzy,” Iron told her when he lifted his head from her breast, his hands running from her breasts to her hips, gripping them hard. She smiled up at him, lifting her hand to cup his cheek as his hands began to pull her jeans off taking her panties with them. Iron stopped, his eyes meeting hers.
“Iron, I love you,” Roz told him, unable to hold her feelings for him inside anymore. She loved him and she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She never really had been able to accept that she’d never see him again, even when it was hopeless because she had no idea where he was.
“Rozzy,” Iron groaned, his eyes a deep green that speared into her with such passion and desire that she was almost breathless because of it.
Roz didn’t know if he loved her anymore but she was willing to accept the affection he had offered her over the past few weeks. When she’d first seen him again she’d allowed her anger over his lack of concern for her when they were younger to shape the way she thought of him now, but today she saw him for who he was. Iron wasn’t much different than her Toby; he was the same man only he’d shut off his emotions because it hurt him when he’d thought he’d lost her.
Iron almost couldn’t bear the feelings hearing her say she loved him brought to life inside him. It was as if everything over the past fourteen years, all the pain and the emotional turmoil, just disappeared. Iron watched her for a long moment, his chest filled with a warm burning sensation as he allowed the words to settle inside him. He pulled her pants off the rest of the way, needing to be inside her with a desperation that bordered on madness.
Iron was shocked when she shoved him off her after he removed her pants. He pulled back, looking at her as she pushed him again, rolling him onto his back before rising above him. He wanted to roll her back over but seeing her wicked smile as she slowly straddled his hips made him pause.
“It’s my turn tonight, mister,” Roz said as she licked her lips.
Then she leaned forward kissing his chin, then his neck, working her way down with tiny kisses that made his body twitch with desire so fierce he gripped the bed sheets instead of her to stop himself from bruising her. He felt the hot wetness of her pussy brush against his cock and he was almost mindless from the need to be inside her, but he wanted to give her what she wanted so he tightened his grip on the sheets allowing her to explore his body as he had hers.
Roz was kissing around his nipples, licking over the beaded tips before scraping her teeth over them. Iron let out a groan of pleasure, feeling his hips lift off the bed seeking her hot wetness. She continued her exploration, her tongue circling his nipples, and he moved his hands up to cup her breasts, running his fingers over the hard peaks.
“Baby, put me in you. I need to be inside, please,” Iron begged, unable to stand the thought that there was anything separating them. He needed to feel her surrounding him or he was going to go mad. Roz hesitated but when his hands gripped her hips she rose up, her hand going to his cock, and he felt his tip hover at her opening.
Roz was slow as she let him slide inside her inch by tortuous inch. It was heaven and hell all at once as her body ever so slowly took his thick cock inside her. Iron was now gripping her hips hard, his brain almost shutting down because all he could think, all he could feel, was Roz’s wet heat encasing him in that slow gentle slide that seemed to take hours yet was only minutes.
When she had him in her to the balls she paused, looking down at him, and Iron thought she was the most beautiful creature in the world. Hovering above him with her breasts cherry tipped and heavy and her hair in wild waves surrounding her face, with her bee stung lips letting out breathless pants of desire, Iron felt his heart beating hard inside his chest as he watched her. Looking down to where their bodies were connected, he felt whole for the first time in years and he knew that having her back in his life had reawakened his heart.
Iron felt her move then and his eyes were captured in hers and his heart beat just for her as he held her hips while she rose up and pushed back down letting out a moan. Roz began to move then and Iron was the one who groaned because the sensations bombarding him were incredible.
Roz let out a moan as she increased her rhythm moving up and down on Iron’s thick cock. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she rode him, her body trembling as sensation after sensation bombarded her, and when his hands rose to rub over her nipples, twisting one as he leaned forward to take it into his mouth, she let out a little cry of blissful pleasure. She couldn’t hold in the cries of passion that escaped her when he nipped her nipple before moving over to the other one.
Her body was nearing orgasm and she moaned with pleasure when she felt her body grip his cock. She felt her hands slip from his shoulders as she came hard, moaning as she fell forward onto his chest. He grunted and rolled them, coming up over her quickly. Without pulling out, he pushed his knees under her ass, lifting her slightly so that she was laid out on the bed while he moved in and out of her with little jerks of his hips that made her groan.
He reached down running his hands over her from her hips to her breasts and back again before placing his thumb over her clit, rubbing as he continued to move inside her. Roz could feel her body shaking, the pleasure was almost too much for her to handle. It didn’t take long before she was thrown into another hard explosion of orgasmic bliss. She was still caught in the mind-numbing pleasure when she heard Iron cry out her name as he too exploded in his own orgasm.
Roz became aware of her surroundings minutes later to find herself resting on Iron’s shoulder with his hands running over her back. Iron seemed to be content to just touch her as they lay there with their heated skin cooling.
“Roz, you know that I love you too, right?” Iron asked and she felt her heart almost stop as those words poured through her with as much pleasure as her recent orgasms had. Lifting he
r head, she rested her chin on her folded arms and met his eyes with her own.
“You do?”
“Of course I do. I never stopped loving you, baby. That’s why I was so angry with you. I wasn’t lying when I said I mourned you,” Iron said, his eyes that deep green which indicated his was serious.
“I know you did. I’m sorry that you had to but I didn’t choose to escape Hank that way to hurt you, Iron,” Roz told him, pain over the hurt she’d caused him pulling at her heartstrings.
“I know that, Roz, but I was hurting. It hurt so much that I almost couldn’t bear it. I never imagined a life without you in it, not even for a second, and when I went to get you and he told me you were dead I shut down. I didn’t want a life without you in it. I likely would have imploded if it hadn’t been for the club. They watched me like a hawk that first year because I didn’t value my life anymore. It was Pansy and Animal who kept me here. If not for them I would likely be dead,” Iron whispered, his hand running through her messy hair.
Roz felt her heart almost stop at the thought of him dead and she realized that even with everything they’d been through, something worse could have happened. She could have died in that hovel or he could have died before she found him again. It made her grateful that she was here with him now.
“Iron,” she began but he interrupted her then.
“Wait, just let me get this out.” She nodded, her hand running over the tattoo that covered his shoulder, tracing the butterfly absently. “That’s about you too, you know,” he whispered and she glanced back up, meeting his eyes in surprise.
“It is?” Roz asked, her shock evident in her tone.
“Yes, when I went to get you and you were––gone.” Iron’s voice cracked on the last word and she could hear the pain he had felt that day in his words and it made her feel a little guilty. “I couldn’t bear it. I wanted something to keep you close to me and I told Pansy about what I was feeling and that I wanted him to create something for me. He drew this and I knew it was perfect.” His hand rubbed over the tattoo briefly and his eyes were filled with emotions she couldn’t name.
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