Steel Cobras MC Complete Box Set: Books 1-6

by Evie Monroe

  Jet was staring at me when I met his eyes, but once I did, he looked away and hung his head, then stubbed out his cigarette. He nodded slightly, looking a little bit sheepish, and didn’t speak.

  Good. I was pretty tired of him, anyway.

  I sucked in a breath. “That’s why I want to help you. So tell me, what is it that you would like to know?”

  Cullen spoke first. “Which clubhouses do you know of?”

  “The one they’ve been using most recently is in North Aveline Bay, by the foothills. It’s in an old mining camp, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I can show you on a map.”

  The dude with the laptop slid a computer with a map over to me. I zoomed in and pointed it out to him.

  “But there are others. They move around a lot. I’ve been to six that I know of.”

  “Hart, after this, have her map them all out for you, as best she knows,” Cullen said to the man with the computer before turning his attention back to me. “Can you give us an idea of who usually hangs out there and when?”

  “Well, it varies. But I can tell you exactly when my father does things. He’s the type of person who likes to do things like clockwork,” I said, lacing my fingers in front of me. “But he drinks a lot. And I think he uses speed. I think that’s why he’s so hateful all the time.” I reached into the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and took a long drink. “When he isn’t drunk or fucked up, he usually spends most of the day at home and goes to the clubhouse after dinner. When he comes home from the clubhouse in the early morning, like 4 or 5 am, his attitude depends on how much he drank and which one of his bitches he was able to fuck that night.”

  The men nodded. Meanwhile, Hart’s fingers raced over his keyboard. He must’ve been taking down everything I said.

  “Who else?” the guy they called Nix asked.

  “I can give you a list of names and how often I’ve seen them there, if you want,” I said. “But if you’re looking for a time when most of them are going to be there, you can’t go wrong with ten o’clock on a Friday night. He’s always having some big party there on Fridays.”

  “Friday is too far away.” Drake said. “Where is he tonight?”

  I looked up at Drake who was eyeing me with such concern, it nearly made me melt. I gave him a little smile. “Well, Monday night? Same place. Church at nine, unless he’s changed his plans. He’s been having church on Monday nights for God only knows how long.” Damn, I wanted Drake so bad. I just wanted to go his apartment and curl up next to him and let him take me however he wanted to. I wanted him with a passion so deep it burned within me, because it sounded so much like normal. Normal boyfriend, normal dating, normal life.

  But I knew that until this was taken care of, until Slade was taught that he couldn’t hurt me and my mother again, there would never be normal. There would always be so much fear.

  And with the Cobras—and most importantly, Drake—by my side, I was finally ready to conquer it, once and for all.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Drake

  I sat there as Cait calmly answered their questions, giving them no doubt that she knew what she was talking about. She was so detailed and had so much information that we’d never known before about the Fury, even Jet gradually began to trust that she was there to help us.

  I barely said a word, just watched my little lady go, each Cobra hanging on her every word. Every once in a while, she glanced at me, but for the entire two hours of questioning, she was a woman on a mission. A mission to bring her father down.

  And she looked goddamn sexy doing it.

  Cait seemed about ninety-percent sure that if they were holding church tonight, which they often did, they’d be at the club in the foothills. She said her father liked that one because it was the safest location, out of the way from the rest of Aveline Bay. But it was also closest to his house. She told us that if he was going to be there, it’d be him and the rest of his officers, starting at nine in the evening.

  To us, it seemed like all the info we needed, and the perfect time to raise a little hell.

  “We got those explosives made, right?” Cullen asked Zain, who nodded. Since the Fury had bombed our old clubhouse, we’d been stockpiling weapons like crazy, especially pipe bombs, for the chance to retaliate.

  Now was that chance.

  “All right. Let’s get that stuff together and then we’ll head out. We’ll meet at the gas station on 4th, which isn’t far from their clubhouse,” Cullen said.

  We all stood up and started to break into action. Cait stood up, too, like she was going somewhere. She looked as riled up as the rest of us, and it made my cock twitch for her. But right away, I knew she got the wrong message. I caged her against the wall, worry sparking through me. So far, we hadn’t had a disagreement. “What’s up, Cait? Going somewhere?” I didn’t want to come across as a jerk like Jet, but Cait had to understand this wasn’t her fight.

  She tried to push her way out of my arms, but I held firm. Finally, she crossed her arms and gave me a defiant look. “Where do you think? I thought you needed my help.”

  “And we got your help. Much appreciated. I think you know that. Took a lot of courage to come down here like you did. But now you have to let us take over. You’ll be safe here. I’ll lock this place up like Fort Knox.” I dipped my head to hers and touched her bare collarbone, enjoying how the goose bumps popped up on her flesh. “I’ll need a welcome home present.” I gave her a smile to soften the blow of the news that I could tell disappointed her.

  But she wasn’t having it. She glowered at me, acting hard, though I could see her pulse fluttering under her luminous skin. “I’m sorry,” she snapped, taking my concern the wrong way. “I’m not your welcome home present. I should go with you. I can help.”

  I didn’t care if she could bring down Slade with one hand tied behind her back, I’d rather keep her here, safe, and have her sexy body in my bed later tonight. And that meant us being apart, for the time being. I moved closer to her, taking her shoulders and directing her toward the table. Her butt hit the seat and she had no choice but to sit back in the chair. I said, “Please, baby. Listen to me.”

  She pouted. “But what do I do here? Stare at the walls?”

  I pointed to the pool table, the sofa, the television set in the corner. We were still adding the comforts of home to the new clubhouse, but we had a few things to make the place look less like a warehouse and more like a hangout that people liked to go to. “You’ve got plenty, here. It’s not prison. And there’s other stuff to drink in the fridge. Help yourself.”

  She shook her head slowly and stared me right in the eye. “I don’t want to. I want to go with you. What if you can’t find the place? I can still help.”

  My voice rose, and I punched a finger on the table. “And I’m telling you, it’s not safe. I’m only thinking of you.”

  I could feel the eyes of the brothers on me. I hated drama, especially in the clubhouse, but I couldn’t let her have her way on this. “You have to stay here.” Anxious to get on the road, I punctuated my insistence by smacking the table and Cait flinched, and I felt about two inches tall. “Oh, God, Cait, I’m so sorry. I’d never hit you.”

  She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. Fuck. Me. “Don’t yell at me, okay? I’m trying to walk away from all that.”

  I leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “Sorry, baby. You’re safe with me. Stay here. Please. You’ll help me more than anything when I’m inside of you tonight, fucking you into tomorrow.”

  Her blue eyes softened. “Don’t ever yell at me, Drake. Okay? Or you won’t be fucking me at all.”

  I looked around. The men were nearby, pretending to mind their own business, but I could tell they were hanging on our every word, waiting for more woman drama. My brothers were no strangers to bat shit crazy. Jet, especially. He was standing at the door, looking out the window as he finished his beer, but I knew he was just waiting for the chance to get his retaliatory blow in.
If Cait delivered it, even better. He could rub my nose in it and tell me “I told you so.”

  I took her hand. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere else to discuss this, baby.”

  She pushed up onto her feet but huffed as if she didn’t want to. “There is no discussion. I’m coming,” she said, as I pulled her back toward the bathroom.

  Any other time I’d be amused as hell by her tough, sassy act, but we had a life and death situation on our hands with no time to lose. Time to put my foot down. I pulled her inside and closed the door, pressing her up against it and putting a finger in her face. “Like hell you are.”

  She snapped at it, trying to bite it, like a little brat. I ripped it away, just in time as she said, “Just try and make me stay, tough guy. Go ahead. Tie me up.”

  She held out her arms in surrender, begging for it. Her eyes sparked with electricity. I think she would’ve liked that. Hell, maybe I would’ve liked it, too.

  I couldn’t believe the guts of this woman. She knew I wouldn’t do anything like her father. Or maybe she didn’t, and she was testing me. But either way, it was getting me hot.

  Then she reached out and touched my chin, running her finger down across the rough stubble, teasing me. Goddamn, her touch did crazy things to me. It made me sick, it made me alive. It made me want to lick and suck and bite and take what she put in front of me all night long. It might have been the adrenaline, but I didn’t just want her later, as a welcome home present. I wanted her right then. I wanted to taste her titties again. I wanted her naked and on top of me. I wanted to sink my tongue and my cock and my fingers inside of her pussy, make her wet and hot and mine.

  And she wasn’t just sexy. She was so fucking beautiful, too. I loved her big blue eyes, her fiery red hair that fell down to her breasts and looked like a lion’s mane when she woke up from sleeping. I loved her little white teeth, her sun-kissed skin, her slim and dainty little hands. Every part of her looked like it was made for, meant for me. For Slade to hurt something this gorgeous and heavenly was fucking unconscionable.

  “What are you looking at?” she said suddenly, her finger stilling on my chin. She dropped it suddenly, as if she’d thought she was doing something wrong. That was the doubt her asshole father had put in her.

  “Perfection.”

  She studied me like I was the crazy one. “I thought we were in the middle of a fight.”

  “Fuck that. You win. Let’s make up.” I took her hand and placed the fingertips back on my chin again. “I like it when you touch me.”

  She smiled and lifted her finger up to my lips. I kissed the tip of it. Then she cupped my face. “I’d love to make up.”

  Her skin was so creamy and soft, begging to be touched. I slid a finger down her pretty jaw, to her collarbone, touching all the places I wanted to kiss. Then I tangled up my hand in her long hair and drew her up to me, stopping just a hair’s breadth away from her neck. I licked a wet, sinuous path up her pretty throat before crushing her mouth with mine. I thrust my tongue into her waiting mouth and she settled against me.

  I fucked her mouth for a minute, all me, until she let out the smallest of moans in response and reciprocated, our tongues warring together as I pressed her up against the wall. She arched against me, her tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard beads, begging to be sucked.

  That was all it took to get me hard. That, and the knowledge of what we were about to do. Because fuck me, I wasn’t about to stop now.

  She knew it. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around me. The door was shaking back and forth from our weight, making a racket, so I spun her around, so that she was up against the sink. As I did, her hands roved down to the waistband of my jeans, hitting upon the butt of my gun. She tensed up.

  I reached behind me and pulled it out, setting it on the tank of the toilet. She followed it with her eyes, a worried crease on her forehead. “Have you ever shot anyone with that?” she asked me.

  I wrapped my hands around her tiny hips, my fingers skirting under the camisole to find her soft skin. I shook my head. “My business is in fixing people, not hurting them. I don’t like to use it.”

  “But you would? Use it on my dad, I mean?” Her voice was so small.

  I inhaled sharply. “I would. I’d shoot that bastard right between the eyes for what he’s done to you, and not feel a lick of guilt.”

  She nodded. “Good. I would’ve, too. I almost did. You don’t know how many times he left his gun out on the coffee table at home while he napped, and I thought I could so easily just pick it up, and end it . . .” She trailed off, breathing hard.

  “Shhhh. It ends tonight.” I used my legs to spread her thighs, dragged my hands down her back, cupping her ass through the jean skirt. It rode up on her, and I felt the heat between her legs, even through the fabric of my jeans.

  “I want you, Drake,” she purred.

  “You want me where? Here?” I said, voice husky as I cupped her pussy, teasing one finger inside her.

  “Yes. Oh, yes,” she said, as I eased my middle finger inside her, my thumb lightly rubbing her clit. “More than that. I want your cock.”

  I helped her balance on the edge of the sink, as she reached for my pants, unbuckling them quickly and shoving them down over my hips as I continued my assault on her mouth. She tipped her body back over the faucet, her head back against the bathroom mirror, and wrapped her legs around me, offering her pussy to me, so pretty and pink and wet and inviting. My cock responded, throbbing like a fucking monster with a mind of its own.

  “I’m still coming with you,” she said when she tore her mouth from mine.

  With one hand, I tightened my grip on her hips. With the other, I held my cock at her entrance. “Yes. You are. Come with me baby. But not when we go to the Fury’s clubhouse.”

  Her eyes flashed with arrogance and desire as she looked down at my cock, poised to slip inside her. Her breathing was fast and heavy. “We’ll see.”

  Was that a challenge? If so, I’d happily accept. She slid her hands up under my t-shirt, curling her hands around my shoulders, tensing with an excitement that told me she was ready for me to plunge into her. My head fell back, as it suddenly hit me. I stiffened and let out a frustrated growl.

  “Shit. No condom.”

  “Forget the condom,” she panted. “I’m on the pill. And I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you to come inside me.”

  Crazed with need and blinded with lust, I grabbed her tits, her ass, as her little mouth did wicked things to my neck.

  “I want you, too, Cait.” I dipped my head and buried my face between her perfect tits as I entered her, feeding her my cock, little by little. Her body was so warm and inviting it was all I could do not to have my knees buckle under the feeling. My cock wanted More! Now! Faster! I had to fight for control as I penetrated her, slipping inside her sweet paradise, forcing myself to go easy, to not hurt her.

  I dropped my head against her shoulder as her beautiful wet cunt fully took me in, and just felt her there for a minute. “Goddamn. You feel good. So tight.”

  She let out a little, sweet sigh that was practically my undoing. I nearly came right there, just feeling her excitement. “I love your cock inside me, Drake. It’s like you were made for me. I love the way you feel.”

  She arched her spine and tightened her arms around my neck. She mewed as I pushed aside her camisole and my teeth found her nipples, teasing them hard, adding tongue. I dragged the fabric away from her tits and exposed them to my onslaught, sucking one nipple, then the other, caressing them with my tongue. She twisted her head to the side, opening her neck to me, opening all of herself to me, until I was buried to the hilt inside her. I ran my tongue up her long neck, and she applied pressure on my body, clenching her thighs around my hips to lock me in place.

  “Harder,” she gasped out, tangling her hands in my hair. “As hard as you can. Give me everything.”

  I caught a glance in the mirror at us fucking, the raw concentration on my
face, as I steadied her, my hands wrapped around her shoulders. The world was spinning off into the atmosphere as I adjusted my stance, dug in against the concrete floor, and plunged in deeper. Now the whole fucking room was rocking, and we were panting and moaning, and I was sure as hell everyone outside knew what we were up to.

  I didn’t care. I was too far gone to think of any of them. All I could think of was this beautiful angel, in my arms, lost in the throes of her own pleasure. She was even more beautiful now, mewing sexily Her lips and nipples, swollen from my kisses and bites, her glazed and hooded blue eyes, her flushed cheeks. Pure sex. Bringing down Slade was the last thing on my mind. Now, the most important thing was making this hot girl come, seeing her lose it. She looked like a goddess when she came.

  I couldn’t fucking wait.

  I pressed my fingers into her hips and went in like mad, claiming her and plowing her and making her scream my name with every thrust. I sank my teeth into her neck, thinking of all the marks her asshole father had put on her.

  This time, I wanted to make my own mark on her. This one, on her soul.

  One so much different than fear. One that would make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. One that would last for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Caitlyn

  As I looked into Drake’s lust-darkened eyes, I couldn’t help smiling. It was like he was there to give me everything I wanted.

  I said more, he gave me more. I said harder, he went in fucking harder, no holds barred.

  He gave me every last thing I wanted and needed. And not just with sex. He listened to me. He catered to me like I was his little, pampered princess. I’d never had a man treat me so well. Treat me like an actual person, instead of a plaything.