Blade (A Steele Riders MC Book 8)

by C. M. Steele

  “We’re leaving for Steeleville as soon as they get the release papers to us.”

  “I need to go to the bathroom,” she says meekly, hiding her face so I can’t see her blush. We all have to go. I won’t tell her that she farted in her sleep. It wasn’t very loud, but she’d probably be mortified.

  I help her out of the bed so that she can walk there. Once she comes back to get dressed, we can break out of the hospital.

  She steps out of the bathroom looking more refreshed than a few minutes ago, and I swear my dick is trying to break out of my pants. He doesn’t care that she’s been through hell. He wants to unload on her in any way possible. "How are you doing? Do you need my help getting dressed?" I choke out, swallowing hard.

  "As much as I'm sure you'd love to see my ruined body, I can manage,” she remarks, moving to the suitcase on the chair.

  I grab her hand and turn her toward me, pulling her into my arms. Tipping her chin to get her to look at me, I ask, "Ruined? Are you talking about the scars?"

  "Yes, I looked in the mirror last night and right now. I look like I fell through several panes of glass."

  "You proved that you're a fighter. I want to kiss every single nick that fuck made on your body, and kiss away any worries you have. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, and I mean that with everything I am. Now, please start changing." I release my hold on her and walk to the door, but I don't leave. Instead, I flip the lock, making sure no one dares see my woman naked.

  "I thought you were going to wait outside."

  "I never said any such thing. I just asked if you needed my help. Unless you don't feel comfortable, but I promise, one day when you're ready, I'm going to strip you bare and fuck you so good like you deserve."

  "You can't be serious. You haven't seen me yet."

  "I have scars too." I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it off my body. "Most of these I got in the middle of a ground fight in Afghanistan." I point to the tiny scars. "There are more, some have faded as well, but the one on my thigh is one of the worst." I drop trou, refusing to hide the fact that my dick is perpetually hard around her. It stretches the fabric of my boxers, but I ignore the need to relieve the ache. I point out the eight-inch scar on my thigh. "This nearly killed me. It cut my femoral artery, but luckily Doc was there and worked his magic. It sucks that it's there, but it reminds me how far I've come and reminds me never to give up."

  "Anthony," she sobs, stepping toward me to brush her hand over it. "Does it hurt?"

  "Not anymore."

  "Does this hurt?" She wraps her hand around my cock. I close my eyes and nod.

  "It does, but you have that effect on me."

  A knock on the door catches her by surprise and she jumps back, nearly falling. I quickly adjust her back onto her feet before pulling up my pants. "She's getting changed. We need five minutes."

  "Okay, Blade. I'll be back in twenty to go over everything before you leave,” Doc says with a chuckle.

  "Thanks, Doc."

  "Get dressed, beautiful." I watch her tug off the hospital gown, her large breasts bared to me, and I swear my cock isn't going to hurt for long. I'm going to embarrass myself really fast. I close my eyes and groan.

  "I told you. It's too hard to see."

  "Sweetheart, no. You're going to turn me into a teenage boy looking at your tits. I want them in my mouth while I play with your pussy. See what you're doing to me?" Her eyes widen. I free my cock from my pants, realizing she might just need this as much as I do. Sitting her back until her ass hits the bed, I stroke my cock, beads of cum lubing my fingers. "You're perfect to me. This is what seeing you like this does to me. I'm about to come. I wish it were inside you, but you're not ready for the beast in me. Part those thighs." She does, and I see her kitten's fucking soaked. "Damn, baby. You like what you see?"

  "Yes," she moans, running her good hand over her tits. I drop my mouth onto hers as I use one hand to rub my cock and the other to tease her pussy, which that fucker Brandon didn't get his hands on. She moans into my mouth. I pull away to drop to my knees. My shoulders lightly part her legs so I can taste her sopping wet slit. "Do you want to come, baby?"

  "Yes, Anthony. I can't do it for myself," she confesses.

  "Cover your mouth. I don't want anyone else hearing the sounds coming from your lips. Your orgasms belong to me.” Running my nose through her light thatch of curls, I breathe her in, knowing that I'll never get enough of Jules's juices. I swipe my tongue along her seam and she whimpers, slapping her hand to her mouth. Dipping one finger inside, I struggle as her walls fight the intrusion. "Relax for me, baby." I thrust my tongue inside, stabbing her sweet heat while I work her to the knuckle. She's on the verge, but then so am I. I groan, stroking my meat, beating it like it stole my money. It's made me lose my fucking mind. I'm eating Jules out when I should be letting her rest, but my girl doesn't seem to mind.

  Swirling my tongue around her hole, I lick up every drop she gives me. Then I suck her nub hard, sending my woman over the edge. She cries out, biting down on her hand, and the sight breaks me. I come hard, shooting my load onto her panties. Oops. I soak them with my seed, thinking the next time she wears cum-soaked panties, it's going to be because I nutted deep inside her womb and she walked around with me dripping down her legs.

  "You're going to need another pair," I growl, standing up with my mouth landing on hers. "You're so sexy when you come for me, Jules. I love you."

  "I love you, too, Anthony." Those words hit me hard and fill me up with freaking joy. I never expected her to return the sentiment.

  "Thank God. Now, let's get you dressed before someone breaks in here and I have to poke their fucking eyes out."

  "With that big cock of yours?" she teases, smiling so damn brightly. I love it.

  "No, this baby is only for you. Although I'll do my best never to hurt your lovely eyes. Your throat, well, I might have to punish your smart mouth from time to time."

  "Well, you should know I run my mouth a lot,” she affirms with a serious nod.

  "Good. Very good,” I say, tapping her chin with my finger.

  I’m about to stuff her pale pink panties into my pocket, but she reaches for them, sliding them up her legs. I groan when she makes sure to press them against her seam, knowing damn well my nut is all over them.

  I struggle to keep my dick under control as she slips into a pretty sundress. With the heat and her injuries, it's best that she doesn't wear anything too constricting, including a bra because one of her lacerations sits right above her left breast. It's millimeters from her heart. I'll bury my blade into Brandon the second I get my chance; slow and steady will he receive his cuts.

  I open the door the second she's ready, and then we sit on the bed and wait. Doc comes in with a handful of papers just a minute later.

  He looks back and forth between us and says to Jules, “Your color’s a little high. Are you feeling well?” he asks with a teasing smile.

  "You can call me whenever, but just in case, here are her instructions."

  "Thanks. Her meds?"

  "She needs to stay on the antibiotics. I put the script in so when you get to Steeleville, it'll be ready to pick up from the pharmacy. I can have one of the guys pick it up so you don't have to get it yourself.”

  "Thanks. I'll send a text to Cyber." I pull out my phone and send a text before I forget.

  "Okay. Take care, Ms. Walker,” Doc says.

  Soon, it will be Mrs. Santini. "It’s Jules."

  "Jules, I'll see you around." He winks at her, earning a warning glare from me.

  "Thanks so much."

  "My pleasure." He goes before he sees me lose my temper. Doc's a great guy and is married, but he knows what it's like to be a possessive son of a bitch when it comes to his woman. I've protected each one of the Rider women, so it is fucking tearing me up inside that I didn't protect her.

  Another couple of minutes pass before the nurse strolls in with the wheelchair for Jules. "I can w
alk just fine."

  "Please, do it for me, baby,” I plead, placing a kiss on her cheek.

  "Fine,” she huffs. I take her good hand and help her sit in the wheelchair.

  But as soon as Jules sits, I can see the relief on her face. She's more exhausted than she's letting on. Now I feel like a selfish fuck for using her body like I did, even if she enjoyed that shit. I wheel her out of the room with her bag over my shoulder while the nurse follows us with a few instructions. As we get to the lobby, we’re confronted with trouble.

  “We’re so glad you’re getting out,” her mother says. We freeze in the middle of the lobby within feet of her mother. The harpy’s not alone. The piece-of-shit stepfather of hers is here along with another man that I don’t know, but he looks familiar.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I question. They shouldn’t be anywhere near their daughter from what I was told by Jackson and Mr. Banks. They didn’t trust them, and I don’t either. I can’t see Jules’s face, but I can feel her tense up in the wheelchair.

  “We’re here to take our daughter home,” the step-asshole says.

  “You know damn well that’s not going to happen. You couldn’t protect her, and you weren’t here when she needed you. She’s going home with me—end of story.”

  “We can have this all straightened out soon,” the asshole in the suit says. Who the fuck does he think he is?

  Suddenly, it hits me who the mystery man is…Brandon’s father, the politician.

  “If you don’t get the fuck out of our way, I’ll treat you like your son did to my Jules and I assure you, I’m a hell of a lot better with a blade,” I snarl.

  Doc comes out with the hospital’s security. “Blade, are these people bothering you?”

  “He’s stealing our daughter,” her reproductive host says.

  “Considering she’s an adult and in his care, it’s hardly stealing, but you are trespassing on hospital property and have no business in this facility. I’m going to have to ask you politely to leave,” Doc informs them. He may be a doctor, but the man can be merciless.

  “I’ll make sure the hospital learns you cost them a large contribution,” the politician says.

  “Since your son keeps bringing us clients, I believe we get enough dirty money,” Doc scoffs. “Now get out.” He snaps his fingers, and several Dallas Police officers approach.

  “Thanks,” I say, wheeling right past them. The nurse looks shaken, but she does her job. “Don’t worry about them. That man’s all hot air.” I help Jules into my SUV that Doc had brought around. Once I get her situated, I run around the front end and hop into the driver’s side before those fuckers try to start shit. I can see them talking to the cops, hoping to stop us, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let Jules end up in their hands again.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, gripping onto her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

  “Yes. Thank you for doing that.”

  “Sticking up for you? You should be treasured. I’m sorry it took me forever to get my head out of my ass.” I brush the back of my hand over her cheek and she presses her face into it, forgetting that she’s got a nasty bruise on that side. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

  “It’s my fault. For a big brute, you have the gentlest touch,” she says almost to herself.

  “Just wait,” I mutter under my breath. One day, my hand won’t be so gentle on her ass.

  The entire drive home, I steal glances at Jules because I can’t help myself. I have a lot of lost months to make up for.

  God, she's beautiful. It kills me to see her bandaged and bruised. Her dainty wrist is wrapped up and secured with a cast to help the healing. I nearly lost her, and that's something that I can't forget. She's my world now, and I'm going to do all I can to keep her safe and loved like she should. "Are you hungry?"

  "I am."

  "We can drive through somewhere, or I can cook when we get home,” I offer.

  She whips her head in my direction, brow lifted and a curious smirk on her face. "You cook?"

  "A little. I'm not a professional or anything, but a good grilled ham and cheese is no problem."

  "My aunt taught me how to cook a little when I found a chance to go over there." That’s a tidbit of information that has more story hidden that I want to slowly unravel. Her family life was obviously fucked up, and I don’t want her to suffer reliving painful or hated memories. My job is to make sure she’s happy for the rest of our lives, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

  "I'm surprised you weren't over there more often."

  "My mother gave my stepfather whatever he wanted, and he wanted me far away from Penny's family."

  "I'm sorry. It looks like Penny could have used you as a friend."

  "We tried to be friends."

  "So, is that sister your sister or stepsister?"

  "Stepsister. I wish my mother hadn't married that jerk five years ago. He's made it his mission to make me feel like I could never do anything right, and his daughter, the perfect angel, is more like a Hell’s angel. I hate him."

  "I'm sorry. You're freaking perfect. Don't let anyone tell you any different. I'm sorry for letting you down. I should have been making you mine that night. I swear by the time I'd gotten home, I knew I'd be back begging you to forgive me. I know it's not going to be easy, and once the intensity of the trauma lightens you let me have it for foolishly walking away."

  "I'll just remind you anytime you work my nerves."

  "Sounds good, baby, as long as you let me eat your pussy when you do. I want to make sure I get on all your nerves."

  She clenches her thighs together and then scolds, "You can't say that while you're driving."

  “Why? My dick has constantly been hard; it’s only fair if I get you nice and wet.”

  “That’s not fair. I need a shower.”

  “We have to be careful with your stitches. I’ll have to wash you down tenderly,” I grunt out.

  We hit a bump in the road, and Jules grimaces and lets out a groan. Fuck. I forget that she’s so hurt. I can’t have her just yet. As much as I want to dive balls deep into her, we need to take it slow. We can talk dirty, but that’s all it’s going to be until she’s healed.

  She’s suddenly gone quiet, and although I’d like to pick her brain some more, it’s probably for the best that I give her space. Well, verbal space, because physical space isn’t something I’m going to be comfortable with anymore. The threat on her life has been too real and unforgettable. My freaking worst fear, the reason I stayed away, ended up coming to life.

  Chapter Eight

  Jules

  I talk a big game, but as we get closer to Steeleville, I feel the weight of everything that’s happened. My heart hurts almost as much as my wounds. Anthony has been utterly amazing, but I haven’t forgotten the way it felt when he said I was too young for him and he left. Will he do that again?

  His stolen glances become less and less frequent and they’re cautious, each one of them, so I close my eyes and let the sun lull me into a mini nap.

  The soft whisper of Anthony’s voice bleeds through my dream, waking me up. “We’re home, Jules.”

  I look around to see that I’ve passed this house on my way back home many times. I can’t believe that he lives here. It’s a family home, larger than most around the area, which is weird because he’s single. Penny told me he doesn’t have any kids and he works from home in the back, but that’s all I know because she’s never been to his place. I stare at the beautiful front porch with wide wooden stairs painted white.

  He exits and then comes around to my side as I take in the front of his house. There’s a large driveway that leads to a massive garage. He opens my door and asks, “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I’ve never been here before, so I was just looking.”

  “I hope you like it. Roxie helped pick all the colors, but it’s still pretty bare when it comes to a home.”

  “I’m sure it’s fine.”

  He tak
es me into his home, tension leaving his body as we cross the threshold, as if now our troubles are over. Perhaps they are getting better, but I'd be foolish to believe everything will be smooth sailing. We hardly know each other, despite our hearts and bodies saying otherwise.

  "I'm kind of tired, Anthony. Is there somewhere I can lie down?"

  "Of course." He takes my hand and leads me upstairs, although I could see the indecision in his eyes as if he weren’t sure if he should carry me instead.

  We walk up to the first bedroom off the stairs, and it's huge. Bigger than my bedroom at home, which was pretty large. "Is this your room?"

  "It's our room." I don’t know why I expected to be relegated to a guest bedroom when the man has been clear about our relationship since yesterday. Goodness, it makes me tingly all over. I can’t wait to be in his arms as we sleep.

  "Now, let's get you nice and settled before I go and make some calls."

  "I don't want to keep you from anything."

  "Nothing is more important than you, but that also means making sure you have something in your belly. I have to see what we can have for dinner." He walks me over to the bed, and I slip out of my sandals. I leave my dress on as is and sit on the bed, swinging my legs over. He pulls the sheet, leaving the comforter at the foot of the bed.

  "It's pretty warm, but I like having a sheet on."

  "Me too. Thank you, Anthony."

  "Anything for you." He bends down and kisses my temple before turning quickly and leaving the room. I watch him go, wondering how someone as large as he is can move that fast and completely silent. If I didn't see him leave, I would have never known he'd taken a step away from the bed.

  I attempt to close my eyes and fall asleep, but suddenly sleep is the last thing I can get. My mind races a million miles a minute with everything that’s happened in the last day. My parents are at the forefront of my brain. I can’t actually think about the attack itself because it’s too real, too painful, but the vision of my parents’ faces when they left that morning bothers me. They looked nervous before walking out, as if they knew what was to come. I hope not, but I can’t put it past them. My mom has changed over the years, growing colder, crueler since my father’s death.