Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition

by Elizabeth Knox

  And by looking for, I meant fucking craving.

  It’d been four days.

  He’d come by the house a couple of times to check on me and bring the doctor in to review my burn. I was thankful for that simply because it saved me paying God knows what to see a doctor or go to the hospital.

  Hawk was already watching me when I started walking toward him, a smirk on his face, and his arms folded across his naked chest. “Was that Gem?” His club colors hung on his handlebars, never far away. Hawk’s skin was tanned and sexy, and in the afternoon sun, just a little glossy from sweat.

  I had been attracted to this man the moment I caught his green eyes on me.

  There was something about them.

  The way they seemed to brighten and darken with his mood.

  His hair often fell across his face, covering his eyes. The way he looked at me through the strands had my pulse elevating every single fucking time, my body tingling with anticipation as I moved closer, one step after another, rounding to the other side of his bike.

  “It was just a question, baby,” he teased when I still hadn’t answered or spoken a word.

  He watched me, a smirk on his face, as I lazily grazed my fingers over his leather seat and up over the handlebars. “She’ll be back soon. She knew I wasn’t going to be long,” I explained, trying not to pull back when he moved closer, not because I was afraid of his touch, but what I might do when I felt it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you cleaning your bike.”

  Hawk hooked his finger under my jaw, forcing me to lean in, though the mighty beast of a Harley stood in the way, keeping that tortured breath of air between us. “It’s fine, I now have something far more important to do.”

  I hummed softly. “Like what?”

  “Like making you come,” he rasped, his thumb tugging on my bottom lip. “Get on.”

  He grabbed his colors from the handlebars and slipped his arms into the leather. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I debated internally which was sexier.

  Naked chest.

  Or naked chest with his cut tossed on.

  His soft growl as he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear, had me sucking in a sharp gasp. “Get on, or instead of fucking that pussy like I have all intentions of doing right now, I’m gonna take you upstairs and just make that ass red.”

  I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the gentle pulsing of my clit and physically biting my tongue to keep me from letting him know just how extremely okay I was with either option.

  “I’m wearing a sundres—”

  “Baby.”

  That was the last warning, so I zipped my lips, waiting until he climbed on before reaching for his shoulder to steady myself as I attempted to climb on behind him. But instead, he grabbed my wrist. “You’re getting on the front,” he ordered, scooting back to give me room, his hands guiding me on, so I was sitting facing him, my back to the handlebars.

  Hawk grinned, lifting my legs and hooking them back over his thighs.

  With one tug, I slipped down, right into his lap, our bodies pressed together. He reached around me and turned the engine over, and I was fucking positive I heard him chuckle when I gasped—the vibrations of the rumbling Harley settled right between my fucking legs.

  Right where I was already needy and aching.

  The hardness pressed to the front of his jeans sat snug against my damp panties. I fought hard for all of two seconds before losing all restraint and grinding my hips forward, a breathy moan falling from my lips when his rock-hard cock pressed into my clit.

  “That feel good?” he rasped, his hands grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly before pulling me in hard against him again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails scratching at his skin as I threw my head back. “You wanna play?”

  “I want you,” I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips before I could think about what I was saying or try to stop them. I froze for a second, dropping my eyes to meet his.

  My breathing was becoming heavy, excitement and pleasure pumping through me, desire obviously lowering my inhibitions. So, when he reached beneath my dress that was conveniently covering both our laps and unzipped his jeans, my first thoughts were not ‘but people will see us.’

  Instead, my adrenaline spiked, my pussy instantly soaked at the idea that maybe they won’t.

  We could fuck right here.

  And people would simply see us kissing and talking close.

  He reached in and pulled his cock out, letting it stand at attention while he tugged at my panties, pulling them to the side. “Sit on it,” Hawk demanded, his free hand helping to lift my ass just slightly and move forward, lowering me torturously slow onto his rock-hard length. “Fucking hell.”

  My mouth just hung open as I guided myself onto him, unable to speak as he filled me completely. I pressed my body against his and buried my face in his neck, unable to keep from pressing breathless kisses along the underside of his jaw.

  His hips moved as did mine in perfect time, so neither of us were moving much, but each pressing forward meant he was driving deep. The growl of the motor beneath us was only adding to the fucking feeling, everything feeling like it was vibrating, including his cock as it slipped in and out of me, the speed slowly picking up.

  He threaded his fingers into my hair, twisting them tightly before pressing his mouth right next to my ear. “Anyone could see you taking my cock right now,” he declared, his teeth tugging at my earlobe, and his hips pushing a little further forward, stealing the air from my lungs. “You like that, huh?”

  “Hawk,” I murmured, digging my nails further into his neck.

  “Anyone would think that meant you wanted people to know you belonged to me,” he taunted and wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me forward hard and bottoming his cock out inside me.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Yes, that felt good?” he questioned, tugging my head back so his mouth could explore my neck. “Or yes, you want to be mine.”

  The man was fucking incorrigible.

  “Please,” I urged loudly, pressing my hips down, eagerly searching for more.

  “You’re gonna ignore the question, huh?” Yes. I was. “Fine, I think I’ve got something that might change your mind.”

  He released me, his length still buried deep inside me, but his arms reached around me for the handlebars of the bike, and the next minute, we were fucking moving.

  “Hawk! What are you doing!” I hissed loudly, holding him tightly as he rolled forward, cruising slowly, not even lifting his feet from the ground.

  The gravel of the parking lot flicked around for a second before we caught the bump into the garage, one tire hitting it before the other, both forcing his dick upward and my hips down. “Oh my God,” I groaned as we sailed into the garage, last bay on the right. The vibrations of the motor echoed in the large room, drawing the attention of Scoop and Ian, who were working on a bike a few bays down.

  “Out!” Hawk’s voice boomed over the rumbling of the Harley, and all I caught was some laughter quickly followed by a loud buzzing sound and the roller doors all rolling down from the ceiling with heavy creaks and groans. He kicked out the stand, tilting us just a little.

  It wasn’t long before Hawk’s hand slipped between us, sliding under my dress and tickling up my thigh. His thumb brushed across my clit just as he drove his length hard and deep inside me, no longer giving a shit about being subtle in case people were watching.

  Though just when I thought I was about to get fucked even harder, he paused.

  The Harley engine suddenly went silent, a soft whimper leaving my mouth at not just the loss of the vibrating machine beneath me but also his cock as he sat back, slipping from inside me. “Off,” Hawk ordered, and I instantly scrambled, sliding off the side and onto shaky legs, so fucking eager to just take whatever he was about to give me. “Back against the wall.”

  I stumbled back, hitting the wall with a thud because I was unable
to take my eyes off him as he stalked toward me, this predatory look in his eyes that I loved.

  The one that told me I was about to be completely devoured.

  And he didn’t waste a fucking second, his hand reaching for my throat, pressing me back, his mouth instantly covering mine. The kiss was demanding and explosive, his tongue dueling with mine for dominance while his hands reached for the hem of my dress.

  Then he was gone.

  And I was completely unprepared.

  “Shit!” I cursed when he yanked at my panties, dragging them down past my knees. When I felt them fall to my ankles, I quickly slipped one foot out and flicked them to the side, not giving a shit at the time where the hell they ended up. Hawk got on his knees, his head going up under my dress before letting it fall again.

  I almost giggled, but it was cut short when his tongue flicked over my clit. “Oh my God,” I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed, my hips pressing forward into his face. “Oh, Jesus…”

  He attacked me.

  Sweeping it through my folds, circling my clit, teasing it, lighting it on fucking fire.

  I tilted my hips forward, and he hummed in approval, using the new angle to force his tongue right inside my pussy, fucking me with it before drawing back and sucking my swollen and needy clit into his mouth.

  I was done for.

  I grabbed his head, tugging hard at his hair and pushing his face into my pussy at the same time.

  The wave that hit me almost made me scream.

  I bit down hard on my lip, instantly knowing with the sharp pain that I’d made it bleed, but I didn’t care. My body turned into a groaning, shuddering mess, my entire body shaking as the rush of pleasure shot through me in every damn direction. He didn’t let up, just sucking harder as I practically squeezed his head between my thighs and came hard—right into his fucking mouth.

  He slowed, gently lapping softly at my swollen clit to ease the twitching, sensitive little bud.

  My legs felt like they could give way at any second, so I was thankful when he got to his feet and scrunched my dress up to my hips before hooking his hands under my ass and lifting me. He directed my legs around his waist and carried me to a workbench, the cold metal surface forcing me to suck in a deep breath right at the same time as he thrust forward, his rock-hard cock slipping right inside me.

  I placed my hands behind me, my back arching and my head falling back.

  His lips brushed up the center of my chest, his tongue chasing the curve of my breast as he worked his way up to my neck.

  I could feel that burn building again, an electrifying jolt shooting through me when he tugged my earlobe between his teeth. “Now this time, when you come,” he growled, his breath tickling across my skin. “You’re going to say my name.”

  I groaned, knowing I was already close. “Holy crap,” I gasped, his thrust so deep it almost lifted me off the bench.

  “Say it, or I stop.”

  “Hawk, please,” I whispered, riding that edge as he played with me, pushing me toward the line before slowing down and yanking me right back before I can take the leap off the side.

  His hand reached for the top of my dress, tugging at the cups and allowing my breasts to pop out.

  “Louder, baby,” he ordered and flicked his thumb across my hard nipple, a whole new wave of excitement surging through me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, knowing the torture would continue until I gave him what he wanted. And he wanted me. He wanted me to give in to him, and fuck, that independent woman inside me who had spent so many fucking years struggling, just wanted to hand herself over. “Hawk!”

  “Mmm,” he hummed, dipping his head and taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. “Again.”

  That was the push.

  This time, he sent me over the edge and didn’t pull back.

  “Hawk! Oh, yes. Holy crap!” I groaned as my body shuddered and twitched. It didn’t take more than a couple of seconds of my pussy convulsing around him for Hawk to leap off that edge behind me with a couple of hard thrusts and his face buried in my neck.

  We both fought to catch our breath, our hot skin still pressed together, skin tingling.

  “I need you to find my panties,” I whispered, sitting forward so I could hook my arms around his neck. This deep rumble came from low in his throat, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin behind my ear, letting me know he didn’t want to move. I couldn’t help but smile, falling for a bad boy was one thing, but when you fell for an alpha male, the difference between the two became very clear. “If you don’t find them, I’m going to leak all over your floor.”

  “So maybe we’ll just skip that part, and I just start fucking you again.” He pushed forward, and my entire body twitched at the sensitive contact with my clit.

  “Hawk…” I warned, trying to keep my voice steady but instantly hearing that breathy post-sex tone.

  “I’ll never get enough of that,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to press his mouth against mine, swallowing my extremely satisfied sigh before pulling away. “So, you have any idea where you tossed your panties?”

  12

  HAWK

  “I saw your sister at the park today.”

  Missy pulled her cell out of some fucking magic pocket in her dress, her fingers moving quickly over the screen while I threaded my belt back through my jeans. “You talk to her?”

  She nodded, tucking the phone away again and readjusting her dress before leaning back against the wall when she was satisfied her body was once again covered. “Yeah. She’s sweet, came and chatted with me while Kadey played in the fountain. I had to strip her off to get her into some dry clothes, and then your sister just said she had to go and rushed back across the road.”

  “She has to follow strict rules when she’s out in public,” I explained, forgetting for a second that Missy had no idea what or why. But I could instantly tell the questions were right there as she pressed her lips together, moving her mouth from side to side as if she was fighting with the words sitting just behind them.

  I let out a huff of laughter, knowing exactly what was coming next but amused by the way she wasn’t sure how to ask. “She talks and dresses funny, and when you cuss, it makes her blush.”

  “Yes.” She sighed, her shoulders sagging in relief. “What’s that about?”

  Moving to the wall, I flicked the switches that controlled the doors. They buzzed loudly before the machines kicked in, and they began to roll up, the sunlight and heat slowly creeping in. “You ever heard of The Valley?”

  She shook her head, moving closer, her eyes alight with curiosity.

  “It’s a religious group outside of the city. They live on a large piece of land, have their own little community outside of regular people,” I explained, leaning back against my ride and folding my arms across my chest. I hated speaking about these people, hated acknowledging their existence in the world because every time I did, without fail, I could feel that burn moving through my veins, the venom eating away at my flesh. “Men take multiple wives, women are there for cooking, cleaning, and breeding, and you must never waver in your commitment to God.”

  “I… what…” she stumbled with a heavy frown. “Okay, so why is she there, and you’re not.”

  “I wavered.” I lifted my arm, indicated the scar that I knew she had already seen but had yet to question. “Punishments for asking questions are heavy. In my case, almost death.”

  Her hand unconsciously pressed to her heart, her eyes growing wide.

  It was a story I hardly ever spoke of. A piece of my past that I had physical and mental reminders of every goddamn day. But she needed to know. She needed to be aware of just what kind of fucked-up man she was getting involved with, the kind of baggage I was carrying on my shoulders.

  “Bishop is actually my uncle,” I continued, watching her try to make sense of what I was telling her as she paced back and forth. “He found out the prophets were planning on punishing me and go
t there just in time. Well, in time to save me, but not in time to stop the damage that’d already been done.”

  She eased forward, each step so light, so careful.

  I fucking hated that.

  Reaching out, I dragged her in, spreading my legs and settling her in between them. With one arm wrapped around her waist, I used my bad arm to reach up, my palm caressing her jaw before I slipped my fingers into her hair. I twisted the long, dark strands around them and tugged gently, earning me a soft gasp as I directed her head to the side and exposed her neck. “Don’t treat me like glass. This shit isn’t proof of how they broke me,” I growled in her ear. “It’s proof of how I came out of it in one fucking piece.”

  She didn’t speak but instead reached for her dress.

  My eyes followed as she pulled it up, this time right to her waist.

  When I saw it, my gaze jerked back to hers, and she smiled. “Same.”

  My hand slipped from her hair and moved down to cup her face. “What happened?” The soft pink scar was about six inches long and right at the bottom of her stomach, perfectly lined with her hips.

  She licked her lips. “I went into labor early. Thirty-eight weeks. I had a placental abruption, so they rushed me into surgery and did an emergency C-section.” Her eyes seemed to get lost, wandering around the room as she recited a story I imagine she’d told more times than she’d like. “I lost a lot of blood and died once.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss, the sharp curse making her body jerk from its daydream.

  She dropped her dress and pulled back, but I moved with her.

  “Kadey almost didn’t make it either. And my recovery was long. I couldn’t even hold or feed her on my own for a week or more,” she explained, scuffing her feet on the concrete. “Thank goodness for the nurses in the PICU. They mothered her when I couldn’t.”

  “Your mom and dad didn’t help?”

  “Nope.”

  “Her dad?”

  She scoffed, and I prepared myself for just how stupid the answer was about to be, already knowing this fuckhead’s track record. “He doesn’t like the smell of hospitals, so he refused to come in for the birth… you know, where I died. And then, he still wouldn’t come in to help with his little girl for the three weeks we spent there. He didn’t see her until we got home.”