by C. M. Steele
"Oh shit. My bad," Beast stammers, then steps aside to let us in. There’s another door to get inside, and one of my brother’s prospects holds it open for us. I give him a wink and shake my head before he gets any ideas where Crystal’s concerned.
Crystal clings to me as we step in, but then my fuckhead of a brother has one of the bitches clinging to his arm. I know he’s not interested, but I can sense tension and resignation pouring off Crystal. She lets go and heads straight to the bar. I don’t follow because my brother is ready to kill and I’m at the top of his list.
I peruse the room to check out who’s here. I get to where Mick is standing with a beer in his hands and his eyes trained on me. He’s the only one not focused on my brother and his girl. I’ve never seen his eyes like that. Mick’s insanely pissed off. I arch my brow at him, then walk over and sit down next to Sammie and Doc. We talk about my plans, and I mention the coffee shop. Mick tilts his head, and there’s something different in his eyes. He has a slight smile. One of the prospects offers me a drink, and Mick shakes his head, but I ignore his glare. “Can you grab me a coke?”
“Sure thing, Ms. Steele.” Mick doesn’t understand that my brother would expect them to treat me special. The prospect is back in less than a minute. The entire time, Mick’s eyes never leave me. He has dipped them downward, admiring my legs, then lifting his gaze until he gets to my face. He stretches his legs, and I can see a slight bulge because my eyes went directly to that spot.
My brother comes around with Crystal clasped tightly to his side. He makes quick intros to everyone, and I do my best to hold back a laugh, but it doesn’t work. “Morgan, I’ll deal with your ass in a minute,” he says, pointing his finger at me. I smirk but brush it off.
They’re gone after a few minutes, and that’s when I head into the club kitchen. No one’s in there, but I hear boots behind me. I shiver because I know the sound of his cadence. Opening the fridge, I bend down and reach for the lowest can of Pepsi in there, giving him a better view of my ass. And I hear him groan before inching closer.
Chapter 5
Mick
I came in here because she and I need to talk. Then she’s got to walk around in a skin-tight skirt that’s riding up her ass to reveal her red panties underneath. Her thighs are smooth and sexy as fuck. I ache to slide my tongue and hands up her legs until I hit her sweet spot. My mouth waters, and she’s doing that shit on purpose. Her brother left, leaving us to straighten her ass out. I’m taking her home.
I want to tattoo my name on her ass. “Property of Mick,” I whisper. She flips around her tits bouncing. I storm up to her, crowding her against the open fridge. “You did this shit on purpose.”
“What did I do?” she says with feigned innocence. Morgan’s too fucking cute even when she's a little brat, but I don’t care. No one should see what belongs to me. I run my hands through my short hair. I’m on edge, and this outfit isn’t helping.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I grunt out inches from her face with my hands pressed onto the fridge. Her nostrils flare as she sniffs the air between us. It’s full of energy and untested passion.
“Do you like it?” she says in a lustful hush. That’s a complicated question. There’s the hell yes, and the fuck no.
“Do I like it? Your pussy is playing peek-a-boo every time you take a step, and you wonder if I like it. I’d only love it if it weren’t on fucking display for everyone else. I get you’re mad at me for some shit, but I’m not going to tolerate this.” I point to what she’s got on. It’s fucking lethal to any swinging dick because as soon as I see them eyeing her, they’re going find my tattoo needle in their fucking balls.
“What are you going to do about it, Mickey?” She knows how to push me. It’s as if she studied every possible way to make me react. I’ve never had this pull to a woman before. I’ve never given chase. I’ve never been turned on by a woman’s attitude. That all ended with her.
I tip her chin to look up at me. Her greenish-brown eyes fill with emotion. It’s the one I crave, a look full of longing and curiosity. “It’s not Mickey. I’m not a trainer or a fucking mouse. And to you, princess, it’s Ewan.”
“Ewan, don’t play with me.”
“I’m not playing, princess. I need time, and your ass needs to change.” I grab the edge of her skirt and yank it down. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”
“Yours or mine?” she says saucily, jutting her chest out. It hits mine just enough for her hard nipples to graze the patch on my vest. I want to throw her over my shoulder.
“Yours. When you come to mine, you won’t be leaving.”
“Promises, promises. Now, if you’ll take me home before you get all growly and irritated.” She rolls her eyes like I’m dragging my ass.
“Princess, I’m already there.” I take her around the back of the kitchen and grab one of her aprons. Tugging her close to me, I wrap the apron around her ass, so people can’t see her pussy that belongs to me. I lead her out of the kitchen, and I announce that we’re leaving. “I’m taking the troublemaker home, so Boomer doesn’t kill anyone in here.”
“Troublemaker, you need to keep from starting a war,” Doc says with a smirk, tossing me a wink.
“I’ll do my best. Come on, Mick. I’ve got a bubble bath and book waiting for me.” I groan while everyone shares an identical expression of shock. Jackson cocks his brow, and I shake my head. I’ve told him that I want to talk to Boomer about her before I go any further. I’m going to do my best to keep an eye on her while simultaneously maintaining a distance. It’s going to be the death of me no doubt.
We drive to her apartment. As soon as she’s inside, I go back to my pickup truck. It’s the best way to keep myself in check. I drive home, forgetting all about going to the party. It doesn’t matter to me without Morgan. After an hour of twiddling on my thumbs, I hop on my bike and ride over to her block. I watch her apartment until she turns off the light, then I ride around until I’m too tired to keep it up.
Chapter 6
Morgan
I’m in the middle of baking a cake when my phone rings. I pick it up when I see Mick’s name on it. “I’m on my way to get you,” Mick says as I answer the phone. There’s a telltale sign of fear and anger in his voice.
“What’s going on?” I ask frantically.
“Princess, don’t worry. I’ll be there in two.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I say when he arrives.
“Someone’s after Crystal and her family. Something to do with her roommate. All I know is that you’re safer at Boomers.” I’m not worried about me at all. Crystal’s the one I’m concerned about. She saved me, and I can never repay her. I’m glad the Riders are on it, but I hope nothing happens to her.
I’m shaking as Mick arrives to scoop me up. “Don’t freak out. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Ever.” He cups my chin, stares deep into my eyes. “I swear—I’d die for you Morgan,” he says; his voice laced with conviction. A shiver runs through me because I believe him. I part my lips, and the temptation is too much for either of us. His mouth comes down on mine. Our first kiss. Before I fall into his arms, he pulls back, stealing our magic together.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I thought it was very nice.”
“So did I, but the timing’s not right. I can’t take advantage of your fear. Come. I need to get you to safety.”
“You can take advantage of me whenever you want, Ewan,” I whisper, pressing my hand against his chest, then sliding it over his strong jaw. He turns his face into my palm absorbing my touch then abruptly pulls it away.
“Woman. Enough.” He growls, kissing my forehead and taking my hand. With his gun out, he scopes the area as we exit my apartment. I feel safe with him. I always have. My mind is still a gushy mess. I should be looking out for danger, but the only danger I feel is losing my heart to him. It’s his for the taking, but I don’t know if he’ll ever claim me for his own. His loyalty to my
brother is stronger than his feelings for me.
He sets me in his truck, buckling me in as if I’m incapable of doing it myself. After he hears the click, he gazes up at me. “You’re mine.” He closes the door without anything else and jumps into the driver’s seat. Damn, he’s sexy as hell. He has on a black and his cut with a pair of jeans that fit him so well. I groan, then examine my surroundings so he doesn’t know that I’m lusting over him.
“I’ve got you, Morgan. You’re going to be safe.”
“I trust you, Mick. Let’s just get there.”
He doesn’t speak as we drive to my brother’s. Since it’s a small town, it doesn’t take long to get there. The ride feels like forever because I’m scared. I try to use his strength, but my fear isn’t for me. It’s for him. I can’t lose him even though we’re not truly together. I can’t exist in a world where he doesn’t. His eyes are focused everywhere, but I feel them land on me several times.
“Don’t worry, Morgan. Boomer’s going to be fine.”
“Oh no. I hadn’t thought about that. Goodness. Do you think they’ll come after my brother?”
“Princess, he’s not going to let anything happen to him. He didn’t build this town for him just to die.”
“I know that’s irrational chain of reasoning, but it works for me.” I hold that thought in my head as we enter the gated entrance. Several of the guys that didn’t go with are standing guard along with about ten prospects. Mick escorts me inside where Crystal is waiting. She throws her arms around me in tears. I hold my best friend and cry with her. We stay like this until my stomach growls. It’s embarrassingly loud, but it makes her laugh.
“I’m always hungry,” I say, shrugging it off.
“Come, let's make some food for everyone while we wait,” Mick says, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.
“Fuck, I hate seeing you cry,” he admits, wiping away the tears from my face.
“Well, there are lots of things I hate. Like a rumbling tummy. Now, let me get to making lunch then so my personal music will stop.”
“Hey at least it’s only your stomach,” he jokes. I brush it off because there’s no way I’m talking about farting in front of him. I might as well just die right here. I dig in the fridge for the ingredients I need.
“Get to chopping some tomatoes, will ya,” I say, tossing two plum tomatoes at him. I catch him off guard, but he doesn’t drop them. We both get to work making a host of sub sandwiches. I turn my head slightly. And without being noticed, watch him cut. His muscles are taut as he concentrates. I want to laugh because it’s only two firm tomatoes.
“Am I doing it wrong?” he asks.
“No, actually your slices are evenly cut.”
“Then why are you staring at me.”
“Why else?”
“Girl, get to rinsing that lettuce,” he says swatting my ass. I start laughing then jab him in the ribs. We’re laughing when Boomer comes in, and he’s not looking too pleased about it. I know immediately that Mick’s right. He’ll lose everything if he tells Boomer that he wants to be with me. Mick gives us some privacy then Jackson walks in effectively ending any questions Boomer had about Mick and me.
I’ve decided that we could use some cupcakes for dessert, so I get to work. Gabe walks in to check on me while the guys have a meeting about what’s going down. “What’s up, Gabe?”
“Just came to lend you a hand. Boomer told me to help since you’re working your ass off while they deal with shit.”
“Thanks, I don’t need help, but if you want you can preheat the oven to 425 please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a smile. Gabe’s good-looking and sweet, but I’ve never been interested in him, and I get the feeling is mutual. But the beast that walks through the door like a bat out of hell seems to have a different impression.
Chapter 7
Mick
I head back to the kitchen to finish what we started I see one of the prospects chatting her up, and I’m violently jealous. I could kill him because I can tell he’s into her. After fighting off one dick, I’m not in the mood to fight off another.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ask; they aren’t doing anything wrong, but she’s mine. The thought of Gabe going after my woman is going to drive me to murder. Gabe is smart enough to take a step back from her.
“I’m baking. What the fuck does it look like?” Morgan snaps out, rolling her eyes. Man, I want to take her over my knee and spank that ass of hers. She’s pushing me, and I’m going to slip up and take her before the timing’s right.
“I wasn’t talking to you, princess. So watch your mouth,” I warn her stepping closer to the kitchen island.
“Make me.” I could silence her in lots of ways. Oh hell, she’s going to make me nut in my pants if I think about what I want to do with her mouth. The vision of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my length have led to many orgasms.
I whip my head toward Gabe and bark out, “Out now, Gabe. You keep flirting with her. I’m going to tell Boomer.”
“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous, Mick. Fucking tattle-tale.” She narrows her eyes at me, amping up her attitude.
She’s cute even though she’s aiming for tough. “You’ve got some frosting on your face, princess.”
“Come lick it off,” she dares me.
My dick jumps again. She’s fucking with the wrong man. “When you grow up, I’ll be licking a lot more than your face.” Her mouth parts in a shock and delight. I know how much she wants me. That’s clear as day to me.
She looks so beautiful with a bit of frosting on her cheek. She brushes her hair away with the back of her hand only smearing the frosting, blushing, and ducking her head. I reach out wiping it from her face with my bandana.
"Morgan, you need to stay away from all these eager dicks."
"Seriously, dude. What is your problem? You act like I'm not old enough to have a boyfriend. You're worse than my brother. You hound me, guarding me 24/7. I can't take it, Mick. I get you want to fuck me, and you’re too chickenshit to make a move, so just leave me alone." I'm about to go off on her and tell her that she needs to watch her mouth because I know she’s trying to test me. The only thing separating us is the kitchen island. Before I can move around the obstacle, Jackson walks into the room.
He pats my shoulder, then shakes his head. "Morgan quit your shit. We gave you the space you wanted, but you came back. Deal with it. Stop giving Mick a hard time for doing his job."
She blanches, and I can read her expression. Jackson caught what she said. I’m hoping that he wasn’t listening in or I’m going to have my face rearranged by them. I'm glad he came in before I pulled her into my arms and silenced her mouth the way I want. Fuck, I'm lucky I'm standing in front of the island, blocking my stiff cock.
“I’m safe in the kitchen. Mick scared Gabe away, too.”
“Come on, Mick. I want to talk to you about the tat I want to get.” We leave the kitchen, but I don’t want to go. I need to spend as much time with her as possible before she goes out with another fucker to spite me. “She’s going to be fine. She’s just testing you. Give her the time she needs.” I whiten because he’s undeniably aware. “Relax, I’ll keep your secret, just don’t let me hear you talk about licking her again.” He shuddered then laughed before mentioning his ideas for a cool tat.
“I think I need to have a beer.”
“Good idea, brother. I’ll go get us some, so you both have time to calm down.” He laughs and walks back into Boomer’s kitchen. That woman is going to give me a lot of grief, and I look forward to it.
Chapter 8
Mick
The door chimes and I look up from a design I’m working on for myself. “Hey Jackson, what brings you in here?”
We shake hands, and he doesn’t miss the piece I’m drawing. “We’re going to Vegas this weekend for Boomer and Crystal’s wedding and the MMA fight. I wanted to see if you cared to come. I know you love MMA,” he re
marks with a smirk. “Morgan’s going to be there.”
“You know, I need to talk to Boomer about this. As much as I want to wait, I hate staying away from Morgan. I hate knowing that I can’t see her as often as I want.”
“Maybe you two can talk after the wedding. I don’t want anything to fuck up Boomer’s good day and I sure as hell don’t want Morgan to miss the wedding because she hates her brother.”
“No problem. If it makes you feel better, I don’t think Boomer will be that pissed. Morgan’s old enough to meet a guy, get knocked up, and skip town.”
“The only guy she’s going to be with is me.”
“Dude, chill out. We leave tomorrow. I’ve already booked your ticket as well. Meet us at the house to go.”
I hop on my bike at the end of the day and go for a ride.
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I’m stuck on a flight between Jackson and the woman I love. She’s tried to slide her hand into mine several times, especially when the flight attendants come around. I laugh because she’s the only who has my attention. She’s had it longer than she even understands.
“You want to go to the bathroom with me?”
“What the fuck, Morgan? I’m not sitting that far. I can hear you.”
“I’m just kidding, Jackson.” She pauses briefly before purposefully adding, “Besides, that’s not the place I want to lose my virginity in.” I swallow hard. I expected her to be innocent, but you never know. I’m doing my best to keep my dick down, but it’s not working. Drop my sketch pad down onto my lap to hide what I can. This woman is going to pay for that shit.
I focus on my designs for tattoos and ignore the woman at my side who is doing her best to turn me on. I’d rather spend my time on her, but until we act on this, I have to hold off.
“What are you working on?” she asks, leaning over my arm to check out my drawings.
“A tat for a customer,” I mutter. It’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that.
