Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition

by Elizabeth Knox

  One where she tells me that I was cheating on her, disrespecting her memory by moving on. Then one or two have been where she comes to me and tells me that Eden will be my second chance and that she approves. To say my head is spinning is a fucking understatement.

  I have been praying that my phone dings with a job, but also happy that I get to stay here.

  I am so fucked.

  “You okay over there?” Eden’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. I frown and look over at her.

  “What?” I ask.

  She smiles at me and it hits me square in the chest, making my frown deepen.

  “You look miles away,” she tells me, and I shrug.

  “Nope, I’m right here,” I answer gruffly before going back to pulling chairs down.

  Once they are done, I go to the backroom and drag out crates of clean glasses and help Eden set up. The comic nerdy guy who I found out is called Kevin, is not coming in until later, something to do with a family emergency.

  Eden knew what he was talking about and never gave him any grief over it, just let him come in later, so here I am being her lackey for the night, not that I mind so much, because to be fair, I actually like getting the bar ready to open.

  “I think that is it,” Eden states, strolling over to me and stopping when our chests touch. “What shall we do for the next hour until opening time?”

  She asks then bites her lip and runs her finger across her chest, giving me the bedroom eyes.

  Stepping closer to her, I pull her to me by the belt loops on her shorts, her body is flush against mine, the heat from her can be felt through my own clothing.

  “I could think of a few things. Maybe I eat your pussy, lick that sexy little clit of yours. Slip my tongue into that sweet honey pot, get my fill for the night, or even slide my thick cock in there until he bottoms out, making you scream my name. I bet you would like that. My tongue, fingers, and cock making you come for all to hear. Maybe I could get that tight little asshole slick with my tongue, slide in a finger first, to get you ready, then once you are nice and loose, I will push my cock in, stretching you so damned good, baby. Is that what you want?”

  She nods. I notice her eyes are dilated, almost black with lust, her breathing is coming in short, fast pants and I love that I do this to her. It strokes a man’s ego knowing that he can make a woman pant with just some words.

  “Strip for me.” I sit on the chair next to a table and watch as she takes her top off, pulling it up over her head dropping it on a nearby table.

  Next, she unbuttons her shorts, adding them to the table, she is standing in front of me in a sage green bra and boy-short set and her canvas shoes I notice she wears when prepping the bar.

  She toes them off when I cock an eyebrow at her, I want her completely naked for me, showing off her body that would make men weep if they got to see what I am seeing.

  The way her tits fill the bra, her trim waist that leads to wide hips, perfect for holding on to. Her ass that is perfect for bouncing on my cock, and her thickish thighs that I love as they lock my head into place when I’m eating her pussy.

  “Bra. Let me see those tits, babe.” She listens and slowly un-clips the front clasp, slowly peeling it apart, making the anticipation of seeing her globes bounce when they are free. Seeing how hard her dusky pink nipples are.

  “Panties.” I nod to her pussy.

  She gives me a coy smile and hooks her thumbs into the thin material, then turns her back on me, pulling the material down, and bending at the waist, slowly moving the panties over her ass cheeks.

  My cock screams to be in there, to get my hands on her, to taste her.

  “Quit fucking teasing me, get that ass over here,” I growl, making her body jerk at the sound. She looks over her shoulder at me, biting her lips before turning to step closer.

  As soon as she is within reach, I move her into the position I want and need her in; bent over the table, her ass and pussy on full display for me. I can smell how much she wants me, the musky scent that drives me fucking wild when it comes to her.

  Shifting forward in the chair, so my ass is on the edge, I grip her hips startling her, before diving in, burying my face in her ass cheeks, making her moan. Sliding my tongue from her ass to her pussy, I push inside, and she pushes back against my face, making me moan this time.

  Her arousal explodes on my tongue and my dick is screaming like the hounds of hell in my jeans, he wants out. Standing up, I open my jeans and free my cock, lining him up at her pussy, but dragging the head over her sensitive skin before slipping inside with ease.

  “Oh yes, Jonny. Fuck me, baby.” At her words, I pull almost all the way out before slamming back in.

  The table scrapes across the floor with the force of my thrusts, her moans mix with my grunts, as we climb closer to orgasm. We know that there could be people outside the main door right now waiting for us to open up, when in fact I am fucking my woman.

  My woman? What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from?

  My heart pounds from the fucking but also from the thoughts that shifted through my head. Holy shit.

  I keep up my tempo, rutting into her, over and over again, making my name leave her lips, the heavy breathing from us both. Sweat covers both of our bodies. My t-shirt is sticking to my upper body, so I know I will need a shower before we open, hell she will also.

  “Fucking come for me, Eden. Right fucking now,” I bellow as my balls explode, shooting my cum deep inside her pussy.

  Leaning forward, I rest my forehead between her shoulder blades, my breathing is leveling out, as is hers when I hear her giggle from beneath me and that single sound kicks me in my now empty balls.

  “That was so freaking hot,” she states, in a strained voice.

  I nod my head in agreement, but I don’t voice it. My heart is beating so fast in my chest I think it is trying to escape the situation, scared to feel the shit it is feeling.

  Pulling in one last deep breath, I dislodge myself from Eden, ignoring the little whimper she lets out, which I would usually love knowing that I made her feel that way, but something is telling me to run.

  Get the fuck on my bike and ride.

  Nothing good will come if I stay here.

  I can’t give her what she needs.

  Staying in one place makes me feel like I am suffocating.

  A loud bang drags my gaze over to the door, and Eden lets out a loud sigh, bringing my attention back to her. She gets dressed, and I right my clothes, hating that I feel sweaty and sticky. I may be a dirty biker, a Nomad at that but I like to be clean.

  “Go shower. I will have one when it calms down some. I am sure that you can handle the bar for thirty minutes while I do.” Her voice is strained, and I know she had picked up on the distance between us that is suddenly there.

  All I do is nod and she sighs as I step away and head out to the back where my bike is parked and pull out some clean clothes before going to the back room where I know there are showers for the staff members.

  Stripping out of my damp clothes, I jump in the shower and let the water wash over me, wash the scent of Eden off me. Having her fragrance on me will fuck with my head and I need it clear so I can think things through.

  My mind battles with my heart and soul. It is being pulled in different directions and I can’t seem to stop the tug of war. I slam my hand on the white tile in front of me, my anger boiling over.

  I was never one to worry over shit, I knew what I wanted, and I went for it, then Jenn was taken from me, the one thing I knew that I needed in my life and that I couldn’t live without, but now there is Eden.

  A woman who is making me think I can have it all over again, but the guilt also sits heavy on my chest. The bracelet and note that Jenn left in my saddlebag, also weighs heavy on me. It is like she is giving me the go ahead to start a new life with Eden, but a part of my heart and soul will always belong to Jenn.

  “FUCK,” I growl into the space.

  Why can�
�t things ever be straight forward? We have enough bad shit happening in the world around us, why does finding love have to be so fucking painful and complicated as well.

  Finding love is never easy. Nothing worth having is.

  Comes a familiar voice.

  “Jenn,” I sob, letting the water mix with my tears to wash them away. “I miss you. Things were so easy when you were here.”

  I stand there for fuck knows how long, the water is cold, but I don’t seem to feel it. A knock on the door startles me.

  “Yeah?” I call out, turning the water off and grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist.

  “You okay in there?” Comes Eden’s voice from the other side of the door.

  I clear my throat and answer her. “Yeah, be right out.”

  She says nothing but I hear her footsteps carrying her away from the door. I must have been in here awhile for her to check on me. Getting dried and dressed, I join her behind the bar and help her with the customers.

  My gaze always looking at the door, the flight is winning this battle.

  12

  We work well together behind the bar which has been open for the last four hours and the place is fucking packed. A few bikers have hit on Eden and she just smiles and lets it go over her head, she is a natural flirt, but she never leads these men on. They know their place.

  Also, I have a renowned appreciation for her, seeing all of the hard ass bikers show respect for her. I am certain that I heard someone say that her dad ran the bar before her, so they are showing her the same respect they had for her father. Some of the vets turned bikers are protective of her also and they glared at me the first time they saw me, but Eden put them in their places, like a daughter does with her dad.

  “Get me another four beers,” comes a gruff voice. I turn my head to see a biker standing by the bar.

  I can see his colors and I am not surprised by the shitty attitude on this prick. Getting the four beers, I walk them over to him, and slam them down on the bar top.

  “There is a ‘please’ at the end of that sentence,” I tell him. The fucker smiles at me, showing me his yellow teeth.

  “No Nomad deserves respect from me, fucker,” he spits out and reaches for the beers. I move them back out of his reach making him growl.

  “You got a problem with me?” I ask, folding my arms and spreading my legs showing a defensive stance.

  “Nomads are coward cunts, who desert their clubs, their families,” he spits out, and I see five of his men come to his back, ready for a fight, I can see it in their eyes.

  “I left for my own reasons, not to abandon my club. Revenge was in my sights,” is all I say, and he doesn’t give a shit.

  Eden pops up next to him on his side of the bar and my fists clench that she is so close to a volatile biker in this second, because it looks like he is ready to burst in anger.

  “No biker, no true biker should go Nomad. EVER.” He lunges for me over the bar, but I dodge his grip.

  He tries again, but Eden pulls the back of his jeans, making him fall on his ass. One of his brothers swings at her and my heart lurches in my chest as I vault over the bar and slam my fist into his face, cold clocking the motherfucker.

  A scream, a cry in pain echoes around the room and I turn to see Eden on the floor holding her eye, blood slipping down her cheek, with one hand while using the other hand to hold off the fucker who is beating on her. He reaches into the back of his jeans and I fear the worst, he is going to kill her.

  Before I can react, one of the biker vets, tackles him to the floor and starts pummeling the cunt. Hit after hit, his fist connects with the biker’s face. Blood covers his face and his arms are now limp at his side. Blinking, I look down to Eden and move.

  All hell is breaking out around me, but all I can think of is Eden, getting to her and making sure she is safe. Pushing bodies out of the way, I scoop her up and leave the brawl behind me. Calling to one of the men I know.

  “Make sure this ends and get everyone out. Shut the place down.”

  Charging down the hall and up the stairs I take two at a time, even with Eden in my arms. She doesn’t cry, she just holds onto me like a lifeline. My heart beats against her body, I can feel her heart beating through her body as it vibrates.

  Reaching her office, I set her down on the small couch she has there, and I go about finding a first aid kit to clean her up. I find one in the cabinet under the sink in the small bathroom she has attached to her office. Why didn’t I use this shower? The question pops into my head for some random reason.

  “Here, let me see.” I move her hand that is covered in blood. I wince when I see the gash that is there.

  “It’s okay,” she tells me, her voice so soft I can barely hear it. My heart fucking breaks seeing her in pain, and the fear that is showing also.

  Eden never shows fear, but tonight must have scared her.

  I clean up her face, feeling her eyes on me while I clean her up. Luckily for her, she doesn’t need stitches just some butterfly ones, which I apply. Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing my gaze to meet hers and my heart constricts in my chest.

  The love shining through has me moving away a fraction, but Eden doesn’t let me get far.

  “I thought he would hurt you or worse when I saw him lunge for you. I had to stop him,” she tells me, again her voice soft but firm.

  “That was a stupid thing to do, getting involved. You never get involved when bikers fight, Eden. It was fucking reckless,” I spit out, my anger boiling over again.

  My face burns with anger as much as my blood. My chest is heaving, and my heart wants out of my chest. The last time I felt this similar rage was when Jenn got killed. I know Eden is still alive and in front of me but fuck me it could have ended much worse.

  I could be holding her dead body right now, if that bastard had got more hits in or pulled a knife or a gun.

  “I thought I could help. I was protecting you,” she screams back at me.

  Tears fall from her eyes; eyes that show fear and defiance.

  “I don’t need protecting, I am fine on my own.”

  I let out a laugh but nothing she said was funny. My hands rest on my hips and I step back. Looking around the room, looking anywhere but at her, because I need to control my anger. She cries softly, trying to not let go full blown ugly cry.

  My heart cracks even more, when I look at her. Her eyes are closed, tears wet her cheeks, some mix with the blood that is still leaking from the small gash. Red and puffy eyelids, her lips are swollen from her biting and licking, but also from being punched, maybe slapped.

  Her shoulders bounce from her crying and something snaps inside of me. The need to protect her overwhelms me and scares the fucking shit out of me. Stepping closer, between her thighs, I pull her into my arms, and hold her tight. Her arms wrap around me, securing me to her, like she is afraid I will leave.

  Leave?

  Fuck why does that sound like the best thing to do?

  She has evoked so many feelings inside of me, I can’t fucking see straight. Tonight was the icing on the cake, seeing her getting hurt, or possibly more if someone had jumped in to help, made me realize that I can’t lose someone I love again.

  13

  My fist slams into the rat that I am holding with my other hand. He is my latest job, he raped the Mayor’s daughter and the police had fuck all to go on, so I was drafted in to take care of the little problem.

  The local club needed to stay clear of this, because of some trumped up DEA charge so here I am, taking my frustration out on this cunt.

  “You need to learn that little girls are not to be touched, fucker.” I punch him in the jaw again, and he falls to the floor.

  Using my foot I press down on his throat and he chokes for air, but I press harder, knowing that this is what he did to that poor little girl. Wrapping his hands around her throat and making her beg for her life. She got away while he was sleeping, passed out from whatever drugs he took, the little darl
in’ had the sense to tie the fucker up with some rope, the same rope he used to take her.

  She is doing well, thank fuck and is happy to move on with her life. She is a brave little girl, strong with a loving, supporting family surrounding her to help.

  His eyes are wide, blood coats his face. I see the light fade from his eyes as the life drains from him. His body goes completely limp beneath my boot, and I smile a sadistic smile down at him, knowing that he will never hurt anyone ever again.

  People like him are fucking cowards and should be punished accordingly, if you ask me.

  I crouch down and check his pulse, makings sure that the dirty bastard is, in fact, dead, then using the same boot I used to end his life, I roll him into the water. Glancing across the water and the bush, I see the water ripple and I know that these big boys will have a beast of a meal tonight.

  Walking over to the truck I used to cart the guy here, I pull my duffle bag across the seats and pull out some clothes to clean the blood off my hands, making sure that I don’t have any cuts on me, that I might have left on him. The gators are good at eating the evidence, but nothing is ever fully guaranteed or in your control.

  Once I am cleaned up, I pull out my burner phone and send the text.

  Unknown: Plants have been fed.

  Unknown: Thanks. Dough is being settled.

  Pulling the sim card out of the device, I snap it and then drop the phone to the ground and stamp on it, cracking the screen and trashing the device.

  Picking up the pieces I get into the truck, start her up, and drive away, dropping pieces of the phone out the window and into the water as I go. Nothing will link me, the local club, or the Mayor to this job, and that is the way it should be. My bank account is looking rather fucking fat these days.

  It has been three months since I fled Eden’s bed yet again, and my heart aches more today than it did that night, but I can’t seem to find it in me to go back to her. I dream of her; I see her in people walking past me.

  Her scent invades my senses when I am out riding and I have to stop and look around for her, but I never see her because she is never with me. She is back at the Road Hound, hundreds of miles away from wherever I am.