Steel Cobras MC Complete Box Set: Books 1-6

by Evie Monroe

  She inhaled sharply. “Well, I remembered some stuff last night. Just like you said, it all came back to me. And so I started thinking about my father, and that he’d be worried about me. So…” She took another deep breath and let it out, her eyes wandering sheepishly. “I called him last night, when you were gone.”

  I ran my fingers down the lines of her shoulder blades. “And?”

  “And I’m worried that I was the one who caused what happened last night.”

  I frowned. “Did you tell him where you were?”

  “No. No, of course not. But he begged me to come back and when I said I wouldn’t, he got angry.” She sighed. “I thought maybe his men found out that I was staying with you, and that was their way of trying to get me back.”

  I shook my head. “No. Our fight with Hell’s Fury goes a lot deeper than that. It’s not just about you. We’ve been scrapping for a long time.”

  “It was stupid of me to call him. I just wanted to let him know I was okay and set his mind at ease. You know, because he’s a father and fathers are supposed to love their kids, right?” She absently ran her finger down the tattoo over my bicep. “I begged him to tell me what illegal things he’s doing, and he refused to level with me. He’s so stubborn. I don’t think he even cares about me.”

  “He’s been trying to keep you out of it because he cares about you,” I told her. “But what he doesn’t understand is that it ain’t possible. As his daughter, you have a target on your back.”

  “But he obviously doesn’t care enough about me to turn legit. The business means more to him than I do. Always has.”

  It was a hell of a position to put his daughter in. He couldn’t have been so stupid as to think he could hide his daughter’s existence from everyone forever. He should have known that eventually, she’d be discovered, and in danger.

  “Yeah. You’re in it now. They know who you are. He has to see there’s no way he can pull you out now.”

  “And that’s why I don’t want to be a part of his life. Not after this. I can’t.”

  I reached up and smoothed a long strand of blonde hair over her shoulder. “You don’t have to. You should run away from here. Get yourself out of danger.”

  She shook her head. “Not without you, Nix.”

  I almost laughed. My place was here. My family, my boys were here. I was rooted in this town. And I had a war to fight, now. Nothing could drag me away.

  Could it?

  All those things were my responsibilities, and I did it because my family was all I had. But could I ever just leave them behind? Could anything make me just say, “Fuck it all” to those things I’d considered vital to my life?

  For a second I could see myself, with Olivia on the back of my bike, her face pressed up against my back, heading out into the desert, away from Aveline Bay. I imagined cruising off into the unknown, feeling free of all the obligations that had tethered me to this city.

  Then I crashed back to Earth. My voice was hollow. “No.”

  “Why not. It would be—”

  “I can’t.” It came out stronger than I’d meant it to. She flinched.

  She straightened her spine, her pretty tits pointing up, making me want to suck on them again. I rubbed the pad of my thumb over a nipple and it pebbled at once. She was so goddamn responsive to my touch, which made my body respond in ways it never had. I’d always liked tasting new flavors, which was why Jet had called me the “legend.”

  But now, I just wanted her. Again and again.

  And it scared the shit out of me.

  I didn’t want Jet to be right. Hell, no. I wasn’t pussy-whipped. I was just…really into her.

  She pouted. “Then I’m not going, either. Don’t you get it, Nix? I didn’t mean to, but I brought this whole war on your club. And I’m not going to leave until it’s over. I’m not deserting you.”

  I shocked her by lifting her up and dropping her on the mattress beside me. I rolled over and swung my legs over the side of the bed, then sat up with my back to her. I scrubbed my face with my hands.

  “Dammit, Liv. You should go. I’ll take you to LAX. You could go anywhere. Get out of this place and go somewhere where you’re safe, until this all blows over. You don’t have any idea what these assholes are capable of.”

  She rolled over on her side and stroked my back, her warm fingers like heaven on my skin. “I don’t? Nix, don’t forget, I was locked in a trunk by these thugs. I have an idea. And I know what can happen to me. But I don’t care. I still want to stay.”

  I didn’t believe that. Being locked in a trunk was easy compared to some of the things I’d seen. I’d been through a lot in my life, watched a lot of my friends go down, but Liv? She was too good. Too pure. If she got brought down in this mess, I’d never forgive myself.

  I looked over my shoulder at her. She had a determined look on her face.

  Stubborn as her dad.

  I rolled back onto the bed, caging her under me. Her breath came hard and fast with anticipation as I pinned her wrists to the mattress. It was like she was challenging me to make the next move.

  She didn’t have to. I couldn’t control myself around her. I needed her.

  I spread her legs with my knee, settling myself between them, and eased my stiff cock into her. She spread her legs wider, welcoming it, and hooked her legs tightly around my hips, urging me into her with her legs.

  But I wanted to take my time. Feel everything. Every last inch. And make her beg for it. As I slowly, inch by inch, entered her, holding her gaze, she murmured, “I want you to come to Carmen. My debut. I’m the lead. Would you?”

  I concentrated on her face. Carmen? A fucking ballet? We were fucking and she was talking about the ballet. She really could see me there, in the audience? I’d scare all those classy pricks away. As much as I’d probably get off on seeing her do her thing, that was far from my scene.

  I eased myself in farther and said, “I’ll come.”

  It wasn’t a lie. It just might not have been the coming she was thinking of.

  “Really?” She seemed so hopeful.

  “Yeah.”

  She gripped harder. “Oh Nix,” she moaned, raking her fingernails down my back. “I love having you inside me like this. Just like this. I never want to be anywhere else.”

  When I was buried to the hilt inside her, I breathed out, “You don’t fucking know what you do to me, do you?”

  “Tell me,” she gasped out.

  I couldn’t. That would show weakness, and I needed to bury those feelings and concentrate on what I could do to her.

  So instead, I punished her, pulling her hair, sucking and biting and leaving my mark all over her, fucking her hard with no regard to her size. She responded, matching my every move with fierceness of her own, scratching at me, drawing blood with her fingernails down my back, biting my nipples and earlobes and skin, marking me in the same way I intended to mark her. Then, screaming, we both came, shuddering, together.

  If she hadn’t loved it so much, begging me for more, if she hadn’t bit and pulled and sucked just as hard, I would’ve felt guilty.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Olivia

  A buzzing sound woke me from the sweet dream of Nix over me, fucking me hard, our bodies covered in sweat as I buried my face in his beard. The first thing I felt was his hard body pressed against mine, skin warm and inviting. It made me quiver with longing, even now. I wiped away the sleep from my eyes, glanced up on the night table and saw Nix’s phone screen blinking on.

  I fell back and stared at the ceiling. Then I looked down at my naked body.

  The bruises I’d sustained from the kidnapping were now just light, yellow outlines. But my skin was raw and glistening from the way Nix had bit and sucked me. I had hickeys all over me, and my nipples were bright red.

  I’d loved it.

  Who knew I was into rough sex? All my other lovers had been sweet...romantic.

  Boring.

  Maybe they’d loved me
, but Nix?

  Nix was so ridiculously manly, so big and hard and hot, I couldn’t get enough of him. This was the way fucking was supposed to be. He made me wet, hot and horny, just thinking about him and the things he did to my body.

  I looked up at him, his eyes closed, his head rested on one arm, sleeping. He looked almost angelic when he slept, despite the tattoos. I already wanted his cock in me again, wanted to lick his body up and down. Wanted him to come in me so hard he saw stars.

  But I wanted more than just sex and orgasms. I wanted dinner dates. Walking along the beach, sharing an ice cream cone. Going to wine tastings together.

  Only, I didn’t see Nix doing any of that.

  When I invited him to see me in the ballet, Carmen, I saw the cold look in his eyes. We had nothing in common beyond this crisis I was in. He wanted me in his bed, only.

  And who knew when this would come to an end? Maybe I’d never be able to go back to my normal life. Maybe I should just leave, like Nix said, run away and never come back. I had plenty of money in my bank account. It was possible.

  I looked over at him. No way. Even if he didn’t want me after this shit-show, I couldn’t leave him now. I was too invested. In us. In him.

  The phone buzzed again, and I nudged Nix to answer it, but he didn’t wake up. The poor baby needed his sleep, since we sure as hell didn’t get any sleep last night.

  I sat up and stretched out my sore neck and back, then noticed the number on the screen. I recognized the number.

  It was my father’s.

  I stood and shook my head, sure I had to be hallucinating. Why would my father be calling Nix? Did he even know Nix?

  A shiver prickled up my spine.

  The phone stopped ringing. I knotted my hair into a bun and threw one of Nix’s t-shirts over my head and stared at the phone, willing it to light up again.

  A second later, it did.

  This time, I knew it wasn’t a hallucination.

  Peeking at Nix, who was still sound asleep, I picked up the phone and tip-toed into the living room. I answered with a tentative, “Hello?”

  The voice was low, raspy. In control. And it sent shivers spiraling everywhere in my body. “Well, well, well. Is this Olivia?”

  It wasn’t my father’s voice.

  My breath caught in my throat. My first instinct was to hang up. But I froze, with the phone pressed against my ear, unable to move.

  “Are you surprised, darlin’?” the man asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “We’ve been looking all over for you, you know? Now we know where to find you, sweet girl.”

  Gasping, I ended the call and threw the phone onto the couch.

  Oh, my God. What had I done? After all this, now they knew just where to find me. I stared at the phone, wanting to believe this was a nightmare.

  It rang again.

  Clearly, the damage had already been done. Now, they would find me, as well as Nix. I couldn’t let that happen to him. I needed to repair the mess I’d made. I needed to find out what they wanted from me.

  I didn’t believe Nix when he said it wasn’t my fault. I’d started this war, and I needed to know what I could to end it.

  I inched over to the phone and answered. “Who is this?”

  “Listen, bitch,” the voice ground out. “You hang up on me again and when I get my hands on you I’ll tear you apart limb from limb. You got that?”

  I swallowed. “Are you from Hell’s Fury?”

  “Shut your smart, spoiled mouth and listen for once. First of all, you don’t ask the questions. I do.”

  I swallowed hard against the bile in my throat.

  “No? Now, let’s see if I can make this clearer for you,” he said calmly. “Are you having fun over there, with Phoenix? Is he showing your lily-white ass a good time? Do you like slumming with him, sucking his dick in exchange for your protection?”

  I slumped against the wall, closing my eyes. When I opened them, the room swam around me. “What do you want?”

  “That’s right darlin’. I knew you’d catch on fast, little girl. You have something we want. And we have something you want. I think we can come to a nice agreement.”

  “I—I’m sure I don’t have anything you want,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “And you have nothing that—”

  “Olivia?”

  The voice burst in on the line and rocked me to my core.

  I froze. That was my father. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. “Dad?”

  “Olivia. Please, help me,” he begged. His voice sounded urgent. I’d never heard such uncertainty and fear in my father’s voice.

  “Recognize him?” the other male voice taunted. “If you do, you’ll want to listen closely, because otherwise he’s going to get a bullet in his fucked-up brain.”

  It didn’t matter that I’d fought with him before. Or that he hadn’t been the greatest father ever, just knowing he was in trouble, my body began to tremble. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. But...I have nothing to do with my father’s business. I don’t have anything for you.”

  “I assure you that you do, Olivia.” He dragged out my name in a way that made me feel dirty. I hugged my quivering body as my eyes clouded with tears.

  “Please let him go. I’ll do anything.”

  “Yes, I know you will,” the voice said surely. “Come to his office right now. Alone. And you might just save his life.”

  “Okay. But—”

  “Olivia. Don’t take too long. Right now means right now. Or this will end very badly for you.”

  And the line went dead.

  I sucked in a breath, clutching the phone and staring at the screen, as if it held the answers to my problems. But it didn’t.

  Nix didn’t have the answers, either. Nor did anyone else in his club. Only one person could solve this problem.

  No matter what they wanted, I’d have to agree with them. If I wanted to get my father back, I had no choice but to do exactly as they said.

  I may have hated him for how he’d put me in danger. But he was the only family I had left. And I knew I’d never forgive myself if I let anything happen to him.

  I didn’t have a car, so I opened up Nix’s phone and called for a taxi.

  I went back into Nix’s bedroom, grabbed a twenty from his wallet and the first clothes I could find out of my bag, and changed into them in the hallway. I scuffed into my flip-flops and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. My skin was still flushed from the amazing night I’d spent with Nix, something I was suddenly aware might never happen again, no matter how much he or I wanted it.

  Heart beating fast, I caught a glimpse of my terrified face in the mirror.

  Come to his office right now and you might just save his life.

  Those words echoed in my head as I knelt on the mattress beside Nix and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

  Then I quietly went to the door, opened it, and slipped outside, to where the taxi was waiting.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Phoenix

  I was lying in the sun, on a blanket, next to the busy highway, with Liv next to me. I wasn’t sure where we were, at a rest stop somewhere, but we’d been riding all day, trying to escape. Aveline Bay was far off in the distance, miles and miles behind us. The sky above was blue, a light breeze blowing. I had her warm body next to me, and I was content.

  We were running away, to a place where it could be just her and me. No judgment. Saying a big fat fuck you to all the people who thought we shouldn’t be together.

  “You know, the vibration of the bike between my legs makes me super horny,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me.

  She took my hand and directed it underneath her skirt, against her pussy. Her panties were just a little lace with string and soaked with her juices . I moved my hand down, coating my fingertips in her wetness.

  And damn! She was wet! Juicy, slick.

  My cock hardened inside my jeans as I caressed her between her legs. She panted, t
hrowing her head back and spreading her thighs for me, wider and wider, urging me on.

  She moaned like a cat, and I moved it over her clit, just lightly, making her jump. When she opened her eyes, I brought my finger to my lips so I could taste her sweet goodness.

  Sitting up, I glanced around. Cars raced by on the highway, but we were half-hidden in the tall grass. My motorcycle was the only vehicle parked at the roadside rest stop.

  I wasted no time getting my hand back down inside her panties. Again I entered her slightly before bringing my fingers back to my mouth. She was so wet. I repeated that several times, until I lost all self-control and inserted my finger forcefully inside. So warm and wet, silky and tight. She let out a moan, arching her back, grabbing my wrist to hold me in place. I moved my finger around in circles, feeling her insides clench.

  Before she could protest, I was down on my knees in front of her, gathering her skirt up around her waist. I ripped that thin strap of fabric from her hips, and it fell away with no resistance. She let out a gasp as I hooked my arms around her thighs and brought her bare, pink pussy up to meet me.

  “But what if someone sees us . . .” she worried, but the moment I pressed my face between her thighs, all of those concerns died in her throat.

  I breathed in deeply, taking in her sweet scent, and then out again through my mouth. The hot air against her clit made the little pink bud stiffen. I couldn’t wait to taste it. When my tongue finally touched it, she squirmed before pressing herself into me. I sucked at what was offered to me, taking it and tonguing it lightly. “Yes. Oh, yes. I love the way you eat me, Nix.”

  She relaxed into the feeling, letting herself go. Her hands found their way beneath her blouse and bra. She pushed the material up and out of the way. When I looked up, her blouse was open, her tits exposed. She tugged at her nipples, twisting them hard into pink diamond-points. God, the sight was so sexy it’s a wonder I didn’t come right there.

  But I had work to do. My tongue trailed lower, through wet silk of her pink folds, into her pussy. My nose bumped against her clit. Her moans grew louder, and she tossed her head from side to side, pressing her cunt up to meet me.