Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition

by Elizabeth Knox

  She is wearing a white t-shirt that has a V-neck, giving me a glimpse of her well-rounded tits, and jeans from what I can tell from her position behind the bar. Her hair is different shades of blonde, some light and some darker, it suits her along with the barely there makeup.

  “Not here to cause shit. Just need some food, a drink, and a room for the night, babe.” I smile at her, not wanting to piss her off straight away.

  “Not your ‘babe’,” she states, and I smile and give her a nod.

  “No problem. Can I get a beer, please? Is the kitchen still open?”

  “It is. We don’t do many options. So it’s burger and fries, wings or tacos.” She shrugs unapologetically.

  “I’ll take a burger with fries and the wings, with a beer then.” She gives me a nod and hands me a bottle, before walking over to the hatch and putting my order in.

  While I wait for my food I down the beer and go to order another, but she slides another in front of me offering me a small smile. Dipping my chin in thanks, I down more than half the bottle, thinking I need something stronger tonight.

  “Can I get a whiskey?” I call out to her.

  With no reply she gets my drink then steps up to my place at the bar, sliding the glass toward me. Not what I was expecting but she leans her forearms on the bar-top and smiles at me.

  “What brings you around here.” She looks at my cut and sees the ‘Nomad’ patch. “Nomad?” she finishes off her sentence, and I chuckle.

  “Passing through,” is all I say. Most people mixed in the MC world know what most Nomads do. Some just travel around, getting odd jobs to get by and some are like me, who help out clubs they are affiliated with. Each of us have our own purpose in life.

  Mine is to take down as many dirty motherfuckers as I can.

  The black takes over, the demons come out to play and I blackout. When I come to, there is usually a body that can’t be put back together or recognized. The rage that fuels me stems from losing Jenn and the shitty reason that led to her death.

  A senseless death is one of the worst. Any death for the wrong reasons is fucked up, and you can always guarantee it is the good ones that are taken from us and the dirty cunts get away with everything.

  “I see. You on a job?” the beauty asks, and I smile at her.

  “Maybe. I’m Jonny, by the way.” I hold my hand out for her which she takes. Her grip is firm as she shakes it, but I don’t miss the jolt of lightning that zaps up my arm and down through my gut and settles in my balls.

  Holy motherfucking shit.

  “Eden. Nice to meet you Jonny.”

  The locked stare she has me in is fucking unnerving and for that to happen takes a lot with me. I am a hard nut to crack, that is how I am successful in all my jobs.

  The smile she gives me is like a sucker punch and I have to clear my throat before I can speak. How the fuck can this chick affect me so much and so damned quick.

  Before I can speak, a ruckus breaks out behind me. All I see is a blur of color as Eden vaults over the bar and charges toward the group of men.

  3

  I am hot on Eden’s heels, pulling the men apart and throwing a punch or five when they get thrown my way. Eden handles four men on her own, she knows her way around some pretty awesome moves.

  One guy is under my boot, as it pushes down on his throat while I have another in a chokehold waiting for the drunk idiot to stop lashing around.

  “Just stop,” I grind out at him and he stills for a split second before he starts again. Growing tired of this shit, I pull him up and land a perfect punch, knocking the prick out.

  I look up and see Eden trying to drag a guy across the floor to the main door. Removing my boot from the fucker on the floor, I look down at him and point to the door.

  “Out.” My voice is a tone that shows him I am not one to be fucked with. He nods quickly and runs through the door almost knocking Eden off her feet. I rush forward, gripping her around the waist and holding her to me.

  “Thanks,” she states firmly before going back to drag the guy out. Giving her a helping hand, I take a hold of a foot of each of the two other fucks on the floor and drag them out.

  People move out of the way, one even holds the door open for us. I give a chin lift and thanks and drop the men on the gravel ground that surrounds the Round Hound bar. One is clocked out cold and I have to smile that this woman can render a guy twice her size unconscious.

  They are both bloody and bruised, one moans and rolls over, but I kick him in the foot, and he spins to look at me. His eyes widen as he looks between Eden and me. He tries to snarl but his busted lip makes him hiss in pain, that in turn makes me smile and my pride for this woman comes forth.

  “You will regret this, bitch. Do you know who you are messing with?”

  “I won’t regret shit. Everyone knows the Round Hound is neutral territory and that applies to everyone, including you and your club. No one gets special treatment here.”

  He laughs an evil sound and points at me.

  “I bet this fucker gets your special treatment. You and your man here, will never know what hit you when the time comes.”

  “What fucker? You don’t make threats because I can promise you now,” I lean right in his face and he flinches back, “you won’t get within a mile of her, before I have you buried in so many states your club will never find you.”

  “Get out of here,” Eden growls and fuck me, my cock perks up and takes notice. He likes how she sounds.

  Will she growl when I am fucking her, making her pant and moan my name?

  I adjust my dick in my jeans, and I know that Eden sees me, because a cute smirk graces her lips making me smile. Our gazes meet and I throw her a wink making her giggle.

  I spread my legs and fold my arms across my chest and look down at the men on the ground. Their cuts state they are all from the same club and I watch as they help their brothers up and leave on their bikes.

  “How is that for a welcome to the Round Hound?” Eden laughs from my side.

  I look down at her and smile, something I am not used to. There has been no real reason for me to smile in years. Now I smile when I can see, smell, and feel the blood and the life drain from some cocksucker who deserves to feel the end of his life.

  “Where did you learn to fight like that?” I ask her as I pull the door open for her, so we can go back inside of the bar.

  I really fucking hope my food is ready, my stomach is starting to eat itself and after that little scuffle I am even more hungry but not only for food. My gaze drops to her ass that is tightly enclosed in her tight blue jeans. Her ass is round as a bubble and I bet feels smooth as fuck to touch.

  Her hips flare below her narrowed waist but not too narrow, this chick has something for me to hold onto while I give her a good, hard fucking. Again my horny cock twitches behind the denim, begging to be let free to have a feel of this woman.

  Seeing the way she handled the men fighting in her bar, I have a pretty good feeling she will be able to handle me in bed. I like to fuck, and I like to fuck hard, something that I haven’t had since Jenn. Most women complain about my size, saying that I hurt them after I fucked them too hard, or they can’t seem to keep up with me.

  I like a woman that can give as much as she takes and I think Eden is perfect for that, well she is to me anyway.

  “I grew up in this bar, my dad owned it before he passed four years ago. He was Navy, so I was taught self-defense and some martial arts.” Her voice breaks my dirty thoughts of her.

  “Nice. He did good. I’m sorry about your dad,” I offer, and she looks at me over her shoulder, giving me a small smile and a gentle nod.

  I sit back on my stool and watch as she continues to walk down the length of the bar and back behind before coming back to me. The other bartender, a guy who looks like he belongs in a comic bookstore, looks at me and gives me a nod, giving me his thanks for supporting his boss.

  “Drinks are on the house for you tonight, Jonn
y Boy.”

  “Not necessary, babe. I don’t need a handout,” I reply, and she cocks an eyebrow at me, leaning backward. She goes to speak but her name is called from the hatch at the end of the bar.

  She looks at me for a few seconds longer before nodding and walks down to get the food order and luckily for me it is mine.

  “Enjoy,” is all she says.

  “Did I say something to piss you off?”

  “Nope,” she replies, popping the ‘p’ before she walks off and serves other patrons, leaving me to eat.

  I inhale the food and enjoy the flavor hitting my taste buds. I have been eating gas station food for the past four fucking days and my gut is on its knees thanking for a properly cooked meal.

  Eden avoids coming back to me for the remainder of the hour I am there, which gives me time to watch her and take her in. The easygoing attitude she carries, but she also had a fierceness about her, which I witnessed outside.

  I check the time on my phone and see that I need to get some sleep before I crash here on the bar. The ride has taken its toll on me this time because I jumped straight onto my bike after a very grueling job with an MC up north.

  Pulling a fifty out of my wallet, I drop it on the bar as I stand. I stretch my aching back and moan at the satisfying click in my spine. I turn my head and my gaze connects with Eden’s, she frowns before she walks my way and fuck me, I don’t miss the sway of her hips.

  She may not wear a ton of makeup or revealing clothing, but she is sexy as fuck and I would anal her in a heartbeat.

  “You leaving?” comes her question, and I nod.

  “Yeah. I need to find a motel for the night, so I can get some shut-eye before I roll out tomorrow to get to my next job,” I explain, tucking my wallet into my back pocket.

  “Why waste money on a motel room when I have a pretty good room back at my place. We close in an hour.” She licks her lips and my cock goes crazy with hunger to be buried inside of her.

  Remember that I am a hot-blooded male who needs to fuck, so who the hell am I to turn down a hot chick like Eden when she is offering herself up on a silver platter?

  Not a fucking stupid cunt that’s what I am not.

  4

  We crash through her front door, barely managing to close it behind us as we tear each other’s clothes off. I drop my cut on the chair beside the door, but the rest of my clothes are fair game to drop to the floor to meet hers in a heap, leaving me only wearing the chain around my neck that carries my wedding ring.

  Her mouth is like fucking silk and tastes like heaven. Her sweet body molds to mine, fits perfectly like a woman should. Her tits rub against my bare chest and her nipples poke out demanding to be sucked and bitten, so I oblige.

  “Oh fuck, Jonny,” Eden cries out when I latch my teeth onto her pert nipple, holding her huge tit in my hand and the other pulling at the other tight nub. Her hands are in my hair tugging me closer, my scalp stinging at the action but fuck me the pain spurs me on.

  I suck harder, dropping one of my hands to her pussy which is waiting for me, wet, warm, and needy.

  “Fuck, baby, you are dripping for me,” I state, then pick her up, her legs wrap around my waist, her hands holding my head to her as we kiss. “Bedroom,” I state.

  “First door on the right.” Comes her muffled answer against my lips. Thank fuck she lives in a one story.

  Her door is already open, and her bed is made but it is about to get messed the fuck up. I drop her onto the bed, making her squeal and I grin down at her. The mass of blonde hair is fanned out around her head making her look like a fucking angel, a polar opposite to Jenn.

  We always talked about if one of us dies and we are young enough to move on, we should. Neither of us wanted the other to live a life in grief, when we could find a new love. Over the years I have never felt anything for another woman, but I somehow know that Eden can make me feel things. I am just not sure if I am ready for all the heartfelt, feeling shit again.

  I watch as she props herself up on her elbows, looking at me with a sexy smirk on her face, a smirk that tells me that she is ready to take on the pounding I am about to give her.

  “You ready, big man?” She winks at me, while her hand trails down her body, stopping at her pussy. Her fingers slide through her pussy lips, coating them in her arousal, and my cock is literally on his knees begging to be inside of her.

  Not wanting to wait around any longer, I dive in. My mouth latches onto her swollen clit which is bigger than I normally see them. Her moans drive me on, her body withers beneath my touch, and my dick is screaming to join the action. Slipping two fingers into her wet channel, she comes like a rocket going into space.

  I smirk up at her, liking the glow of her skin after her climax, I see on her hip a heartbeat tattoo that ends with a lock. It intrigues me, I rub my thumb across it, and she shivers, bringing me back to her panting under me.

  With her still panting and gasping for air, I slide on a condom I found on her bedside table, and slam into her. She cries out from the intrusion, but I don’t wait for her to get used to my size before I start fucking her into the mattress.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she cries out in a deep pleasurable tone that has my balls seizing up and almost pouring out into her.

  Rearing up I pull out of her and flip her onto all fours, before slamming back in, gripping her hips to keep her in place as my dick slams home, over and over again.

  Looking down at our bodies I love that my tattooed hands stand out against her pale flawless skin.

  Sweat covers our bodies, making her skin glisten in the small light coming from the moon shining through the blinds.

  “Fuck, feels so good. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,” I hiss out as I start to feel my balls tingle and tighten.

  We are both breathing heavy, sweating as the sounds of our fucking fill the room. Most women would be complaining by now that I am hurting them, but fucking hell, Eden is taking every inch of my cock with every hard, deep thrust and asking for more.

  “Harder,” she cries out, and I snarl as I do as she asks. My hips slamming into her perfect ass. The sounds of skin slapping against each other joins the mixed sounds of our climaxes taking hold.

  “YES,” Eden bellows into the room, as I follow close behind her after three thrusts. My balls empty into the rubber, as my hips canter at a slower pace, drawing out every ounce of our orgasms.

  Her body is literally vibrating beneath me, as her orgasm takes over, and fuck me it does something to me to know that I made her react like this.

  My body stops pulsing so I drop down onto the bed next to Eden, both of us on our backs, sucking in deep breaths of air to get our breath back. My eyes are closed, and I can hear her breathing mixed with little whimpers. I open my eyes and turn my head to look at her face, which is flushed.

  Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted and swollen. I drag my gaze down her body until I get to her flat stomach and bare pussy. Her hips are still slightly canting as little tremors of her orgasm subside.

  I smirk being the cocky fuck that I am, loving that I did this to her.

  Rolling onto my side, I don’t ask for a kiss or give her warning, but I cover her mouth with mine in a softer kiss compared to the kisses earlier. The hand that was cradling her jaw, moves down her body, tweaking a greedy tight nipple, earning me a hiss in pain, but she doesn’t stop me.

  My hand moves over her stomach, over her mound, and my finger slides between her hot, swollen pussy lips. The tip of my finger makes contact with her clit and she bows off the bed. I smile at her and her eyes darken even more, letting me know she wants this.

  With slow, deliberate circles I rub her clit and her body comes alive again. Her pants, her hips buck up onto my hand, but I keep the circles slow and steady. She grips my beard and pulls me in for a kiss, one that shows me she needs the contact as much as me.

  Feeling this with her scares the fuck out of me but now is not the time to overthink shit.

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sp; “Come for me, Eden.” I growl against her mouth.

  Her clit turns stone-hard under my touch, and her pussy juices flow freely. Pulling back just in time for her mouth to open wide and a silent scream shows the sheer volume of the climax.

  With her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her breath blowing over my face, I watch as this incredibly beautiful woman comes down from the intense orgasm I just gave her. My chest swells with both pride and cockiness at the sight of her, but my heart stutters in my chest.

  “Shit, that one hurt. So good,” she pants out with a sexy smile on her face. Tilting her head to the side and opening her eyes she looks at me.

  My heart kick starts in my chest at seeing the lazy, glazed look in her blue eyes. Eden licks her lips and I lean in to have another taste. We kiss slow and sensual, until her hand connects with my semi-hard dick.

  “Ewww, go and get rid of that thing.” She points to my dick that is still covered in the cum filled condom. Chuckling, I climb off the bed and clean up before joining her back in bed.

  She is curled up on her side, so I slide in behind her, and I am out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

  5

  I pull in another breath, letting the warm air circulate through my lungs as I ride down the highway, going well over the speed limit but I need the speed, the wind slashing around me.

  Images of Eden naked and coming all over my cock flash through my mind, no matter how much I try to shake them or push them back. I left this morning before she woke up, slipping out of her place like a creeper in the morning sun. That was five hours ago, and I am just about to roll up at the MC I am helping for the next week or two.

  The Snakes Head MC is a bunch of unruly fuckers that deal in guns and skin. They own a bunch of whorehouses and run a fuck load of guns. They maybe a bunch of misfits but they treat their women good, no fucker hurts them, and they get paid well.

  I despise hurting women and children.