Blow Out (Steel Veins Book 1)

by Jackson Kane

  I could’ve stopped him, I think, but I didn’t mind the pain. It was thrilling.

  My mouth was abandoned. The slow scratch of his rough chin scraped down my neck, occasionally broken by his firm lips or, even more sparsely, by unyielding teeth. I ran my fingers through his hair then scraped my nails down his neck and corded shoulders.

  He grabbed me easily in one arm, lifting me off the ground to hang in the air, pressing me tightly against him. As he held me there, he dragged his lower lip across my collarbone.

  I wrapped my legs around his rigid frame. He could’ve let go completely, and I still wouldn’t have fallen. My foot clipped the handle of that big revolver Remy kept in the back of his waistband. The more I touched him, the less I could let go.

  My head rolled back, and before I knew it, he was on top of me on the bed of that weather-worn pickup truck, his hand cushioning the back of my head, shielding me from the impact. The rear shocks groaned and gave way to the weight of our bodies before springing back up, yet we hardly noticed. Beer cans and what sounded like loose scrap metal rattled around us.

  I tore my shirt off—we were far beyond decency. I could see the compassion drain from his eyes, replaced with something more primal—that familiar spark of danger. My lower back snapped into a wicked arch as his tongue made smooth lines from my navel to across my rib cage. I could feel his teeth more and more.

  I liked it.

  I was mesmerized by the scars. He had so many, and not just on his chest but his back and sides too. What did this to him? I couldn’t ponder long. Remy’s hand clamped down on the crotch of my pants, and in one quick jerk, tore them down to my ankles. Fuck, this was really happening.

  A swell of resolve burned through me. I was done being passive. I had to fill both hands full of his dark brown hair to have the strength I needed. I wrenched his head backward despite my pussy screaming for his touch so much that I was actually trembling. I would have to wait just a little longer. The surprise etched across his face was worth every agonizing second. He wanted me. I could feel how badly he wanted me.

  I was right there, but he couldn’t have it, not just yet.

  Remy watched as I gingerly fingered my lower pink lips, playing lightly in practiced rhythm. I knew what I liked. I think the only reason he didn’t overcome my feeble defenses was because he studied me, my every flick, rub, and pinch carving indelibly into his memory.

  Enough was enough! He tore his head free and dove for me. I scooted out of his way and flipped him onto his back. He let me do it, but he did so with a measure of surprise at how aggressive I could be.

  Oh really? He didn’t need to say the words. An entertained chuckle and smile accompanied a soft glare that said, Okay, give me your best shot.

  I had the feeling he was always the one doing the fucking.

  I stepped out of my discarded pants and stood naked before him in the surprisingly quiet parking lot out in the middle of nowhere. The dance I’d done for him on the bar came to mind, and my hips started to move all by themselves. A nearly inaudible “Mmmm…” sound escaped him as I realized I’d wanted to dance for him privately since the second I crawled toward him across the bar top. This time, it was my cruelty that knew no bounds.

  My hands trailed up his tight thighs to either side of the massive bulge of his crotch. My nimble fingers attacked the fly of his worn jeans. With every freed button, I feared his straining cock threatened to escape right through the denim material. His pants intact, I slid them to his knees with only a shadow of the force he’d used on me. His forgotten revolver flopped out comically with a loud clatter on the naked steel bed.

  Remy’s eyes narrowed slightly as I nervously picked the gun up and examined it up close. The firearm felt surprisingly comfortable in my hand. My chest sharply rose and fell with the realization of how much power I now held. I didn’t know exactly why, but I knew I could change things with this gun.

  “How’s it feel?” Remy asked. His muscles were all taut like a tightly coiled snake ready to strike if need be.

  “Good.” I swallowed hard, wrapping my fingers tighter around the cold handle. “Powerful. Dangerous.”

  “The real power comes from knowing a gun is just a tool. There are so many ways to destroy a person—inside and out.” Remy’s hard eyes penetrated right through me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Star

  Even unarmed, Remy was the most intimidating person I’d ever met. I gently placed the gun further back in the truck bed and turned my idle fingers to his hard body instead. A surge of sexual energy pumped through my veins when I looked back into his eyes.

  Remy propped himself up on his elbows to watch my every labored motion as I pulled off his heavy jeans. It was unbelievably hard to control myself and keep to the slow speed I’d set. The thin layer of ash gray briefs could barely constrain his hard-on as I watched how he flexed and his cock straightened. I shook the images of it sliding into me aside and grabbed it.

  His cock throbbed in my hand.

  I pulled the fabric of his boxers down and plunged his cock deep into the back of my mouth. Careful to avoid using my teeth, I bobbed slow, working his shaft with my hand, as I maintained eye contact with him the whole time. His dry lips parted, revealing bared, clenched teeth. The impenetrable walls in his stoic resolve cracked, which only spurred me on faster. My hands and lips worked his wet flesh as I squeezed, sucked, and pumped until at last Remy’s head lolled back and, finally, he groaned. For a moment, I thought this was going to be it—he was going to come and that would be the end.

  How wrong I was.

  When I worked my tongue around the tip of his swollen head, he pulled me off him. A panicked flinch made me wonder if we were under attack again, but Remy didn’t look concerned, and that settled my nerves a bit.

  Leaning forward, Remy peeled himself off the truck bed and picked me up in such a way that his hard cock ground against my thigh and the lips of my pussy. He held me in the air a moment before bringing us down on the hood of an old Toyota Camry that was parked next to the truck. I landed hard on my back with a loud crunch, Remy on top of me. I was sure that we’d just put a sizable dent in the metal hood. I grunted from the impact, but wasn’t too bothered by it. If anything, the roughness only made me hornier and want him that much more.

  Remy hardly seemed to notice the force; he’d submitted fully to insatiable lust. His eyes flared with masculine intensity as he gripped his cock and slowly slid it into me. He was going to fuck me through this car.

  I tried to get my bearings, but it didn’t matter, Remy was a force of nature. My eyes glazed over with every thick, hot inch he pushed into me. He was bigger than I thought he’d be. I could tell it was taking everything he had to ease in slowly, but once he was fully in, there was no stopping him. Quickly ramping up in speed and force, Remy slammed into me again and again. That thick, hard cock filled every part of me. My stomach contracted, I could only take in rapid shallow breaths and, for fuck’s sake, I couldn’t stop moaning!

  Remy was a machine that was set to escalation. Faster. Harder. His nails dug into my ass as he slid himself into me before violently pushing away. The car’s hood was slick with sweat as he manhandled me. My legs split to either side of him as he thrust in over and over, my pussy vibrating with soreness and ecstasy.

  I was no virgin, but I’d never experienced anything like this. I couldn’t think. Everything was a blur of motion and strength and sweat and pleasure and pain. I never in a million years thought I could like rough sex, but this was… fucking life-affirming!

  This was what it was like to be fucked.

  I laughed between wailing moans. My whole body was dancing lights. I wanted him to rip me in half, and when he threw my haphazardly flailing legs over his shoulders, I swear to God, he almost did! My wail became a scream. He pushed in so deep, I thought the lump in the back of my throat was his cock. He leaned back enough to take in my writhing body beneath him. His dark smirk cracked into a wider smile; the
n he dove back into my neck. Remy had my throat in his teeth.

  I wanted it so badly I could cry.

  “Fuuu—!” My words betrayed me, not that they were worth saying or in my control. Regardless, I held on for dear life while spurring him on. I was fucking a killer. My every fiber tingled. I bit my lower lip and pushed my chin up to the stars above as an orgasm rocketed through me with soul-crushing force. Muscles I didn’t know existed contracted. My pussy tightened like a slick vice around that throbbing piston.

  Remy wouldn’t stop.

  Two, three, four. I felt like a rocket ship leaving Earth’s atmosphere. His dick and these aftershocks were shaking me apart. There would be nothing left of me after this. I was completely enthralled with him. I’d shaken this demon from his apathy, and I had to deal with his passionate consequences!

  Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pushed on further. The car beneath us rocked, its old chassis squeaking loudly in protest, but we paid it no heed. He melded my body into his. We were one. His corded muscles melted my quivering stomach. His pecs pressed fiercely into my tits, and his coarse chest rubbed against my sensitive nipples.

  There was so much heat and friction billowing out between us that I was surprised the car we were fucking on didn’t catch fire.

  Remy’s face finally flickered as his body trembled with ecstasy. He screwed his eyes shut and buried his head in my welcoming chest. Grunting, his cock slid out and exploded, hot, white cum streaming all over my stomach. I felt so dirty and amazing! I didn’t want this to end, even if I knew I couldn’t take anymore.

  He rolled off but lay next to me close enough that our arms touched, his slick cock standing rigidly defiant. Seeing the moonlight glisten off his sweaty body as he pulled in those heavy breaths was indescribable.

  I tried to stand, and although I knew I still had legs, fuck if I knew where the hell they were. I gained my strength and tried again to get up and clean myself off, but Remy’s strong arm stopped me. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  Fuck! I can’t, not yet! Give a girl a minute.

  This wasn’t that. Remy used more of an intimate delicateness when he pulled me on top of him. His hard cock mashed vertically against me, rising up my stomach. The slightest touch of his bent thigh along the sensitive lips of my pussy racked me with shivers. He felt it, and that smug smile clawed its way over his face again.

  He was torturing me—and I loved every agonizing second.

  We just looked at each other. This bliss, it couldn’t last. We both knew. It was insane to think that this—us—could survive in such a harsh world. He drew me in tighter. My hair matted against his chest.

  What would become of us?

  Eventually, I found the strength to tear myself away. I gathered my clothes and found his shirt. It was stained with blood, dirt, and who knew what else. “May I?” I asked, hoping to use it as the rag it now was.

  “Yeah, that’s a burner now.”

  When we cleaned ourselves off, I laid back down next to Remy, next to this man who couldn’t exist in my old world. This was where I was meant to be. Here, with him, everything felt right. It was all worth it. My aunt and uncle, Top, Muse, Rio, the dancing, everything. Every damn bit of it. All that horror drove me into his arms. One day in his world, and my soul had hardened.

  I was a different person now.

  “So, does this make me your old woman?” I teased, trying not to think about exactly how much I’d changed.

  “It’s ol’ lady.” Remy chuckled, squeezing my thigh.

  “Remy,” I swallowed, my curiosity outweighing my anxiety. “Why did you do this for me?”

  Remy rolled his head back and looked up at the night sky. It was dark enough in this part of the parking lot that you could see the moon and stars shining brightly.

  “It’s been so long since I had anything to hold on to, even before Bren’s death. I think I needed this.” Remy turned to look at me. “I needed to remember that I could care.”

  I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

  Did that mean he cared… about me?

  Quick footsteps pattered down the pavement toward us, tearing us from our moment in time.

  Remy shot up and reached around for his gun before realizing that it was in the bed of the pickup truck. He slid on his pants and dashed toward the truck, but the bikers were on him before he could reach it.

  I gathered up the tangled mess of my clothes and hid behind the car. I would help if the opportunity presented itself, but I didn’t know how to fight or anything. The best thing I could do would be to stay out of Remy’s way. I needed to trust in Remy and let him do what he did best. My throbbing pussy was quick to remind me that fighting was the thing he did second best.

  Remy was outnumbered two to one, but that didn’t deter him. He fought like a cornered animal. I was thankful, but still found it odd that none of the other bikers had any weapons out. There were plenty in the bar, and I could see that Skinpipe had a knife sticking out of his pocket.

  Was it some twisted honor system?

  Remy immediately knocked Skinpipe on his ass then focused on Tee. From their interactions in the bar, it was pretty clear that those two were friends. So why was Tee out here? If Remy was going to be attacked, I figured it would’ve been by just Rio’s thugs.

  It was the wheeze that caused me to spin on my heels and probably even saved my life.

  Rio had returned with a knife, appearing just like a villain from a horror film.

  Apparently, that weaponless code of conduct didn’t apply to me.

  Rio resembled poorly wrapped hamburger meat, and the layers of red-stained gauze didn’t do much to dull the wreck that his face was now—a bloody, pulpy mess with one remaining eye that was fiery with single-mindedness. He must’ve been high on something because after the beating he took by Remy, there was no way a normal man would even be conscious.

  I didn’t think this was about me anymore. Rio was just trying to wound Remy any way he could. I threw myself out of the way, and Rio’s thrust skewered the sheet metal of the side panel of a car. I dodged, but the creep was hot on my heels. I narrowly escaped him, but I knew I could not out-pace Rio. I wanted to scream for Remy, but he already had his hands full.

  I dove into the back of the pickup and frantically started searching for Remy’s revolver. That was my only hope now. Rio reached over the side of the truck’s bed and slashed at me, this time, the very tip nicked my thigh. Despite the coursing adrenaline, the cut hurt like hell! I didn’t want to imagine what he would do when he caught me. My hands flung superfluous trash everywhere, desperately searching for that firearm, but I couldn’t find anything that could be used as a weapon in this darkness! My chances were turning from bad to grim.

  Where the fuck was it?

  “Nowhere to run now, cunt.” Rio climbed up onto the lowered tailgate of the truck and loomed over me, knife glinting in the faint moonlight. His body weight wobbled the truck’s suspension, and a piece of scrap metal shifted, revealing the dulled reflection of the barrel of Remy’s revolver.

  I lunged for it, slicing my hand on the jagged, rusted corners of scrap metal. Whirling around, I fired as quickly as I could, flinching at the handgun’s recoil.

  The bang was way louder than I had expected it would be.

  Remy and the other two guys broke off the fight to regard me with surprise.

  Rio took the slug squarely in the chest. The freakshow gaped in mute horror, eye opened wide in disbelief. Then he tumbled backward off the truck.

  I’d just killed someone!

  “Rio!” Skinpipe yelled.

  “Fuck!” Tee slapped a hand on his forehead and turned away, no doubt wondering how he was going to explain this to Deadeye.

  Remy walked up and removed the weapon from my shaking hands.

  “Remy, this has gone way too fucking far!” Skinpipe was in mild shock.

  “Top put you up to this?” The way the words came out, Remy meant it as a sta
tement not a question.

  “Yeah, of course he did! He’s your brother, Rem! He’s just looking out for you! This bitch has you all fucked up, man! Pretty pussy or not, she is a witness to a murder that you committed! She’s gotta die, bro. You know we’re right!” Tee pleaded with Remy.

  “Holy shit, the motherfucker is still alive! Tee, get over here and give me a hand!” Skinpipe squealed and ran over to Rio.

  Remy pointed the pistol at them, halting their progress.

  Skinpipe immediately threw his hands up. He’d seen firsthand through Rio what Remy was capable of. “Easy! You know the rules. Throwin’ down is one thing, but weapons are strictly not allowed against members!”

  “When Deadeye finds out that Top went behind his back, they’re going to nail you all to the wall too, Tee.” Remy ignored Skinpipe and let the words hang ominously.

  “C’mon, Rem. Deadeye is on his way out. Everyone knows it. He just wanted to stretch his muscles in there for old times’ sake is all. Shit, especially now. If Rio goes down, Top’ll probably go national.”

  “Top’s not going to let this stand. Star’ll be dead next time he lays eyes on her.” Remy seemed to be talking more to himself than the other two.

  “Yeah? So what?” Skinpipe barked. “What’s some bitch when it comes to family?”

  “Family? Bren was family,” Remy growled, grinding his heel into Rio’s chest wound. The monster was barely sucking air. Spasms riddled Rio’s body. He couldn’t find the vocal cords to scream or the strength to stop convulsing when Remy put the gun barrel to his forehead. “Rio is not.”

  “Rem, you pull that trigger, and every single Steel Veins chapter will be gunning for you. That’s not a war you can win, man. Just walk away and let me do what needs to be done. I’m begging you, bro.” Tee took a few slow steps toward me.

  Remy stood up straight, his revolver now at his side.