Phoenix Bar: A Steel Demons MC Novel (12 page)

Chapter 15

Abby

              I had arranged earlier with the DJ that I would be doing the first and last song of the night. The first song was meant to spark Brice’s lust. After our conversation over breakfast, I was still hot for him. Turnabout is fair play as far as I am concerned, so when I thought about what songs to open up karaoke with, naturally, I went with the sexiest songs that I knew and narrowed it down from there.

              When the first notes of the song filtered through the system, I sent a glance to Brice at the bar. He didn’t react at first, so I wondered if he knew the song, but I saw his hand gradually tighten on his beer, his eyes close, and his jaw clench. Yep, he knew the song. I tore my eyes from him and started to sing as the words turned yellow across the monitor. I didn’t really need the monitor because I loved Halestorm and I had all their stuff memorized. I just figured it was a safer place to look than at him.

              As the music played, I relaxed and sang. The more I relaxed, the more I got into the song and the more I moved to the beat. I made my way over to the pole at the corner of the dance floor. My hand wrapped around it and I used it to throw my body around as I sang about getting off to somebody watching me get off. My audience was captivated, the men had lust burning in their eyes, and hell, some of the women did, too. I was totally getting off on the attention.

              There was a sense of power that surged through me as I pressed my back to the pole and swayed my hips as I went down into a squat. When I came back up, I caught sight of a furious Brice, a grinning Titan, and a shocked Philip, but my eyes went back to Brice. I walked toward him as I continued to sing. His eyes were burning with a mixture of desire and anger.

              Just as the song ended, I stepped within his arms reach and he didn’t waste any time snatching me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I dropped the mic and the thud it made when it hit the floor was drown out by the cheers. Brice carried me upstairs to the sound of laughter, cheers, and applause.

              When we got upstairs to the apartment, which had yet to be furnished, he went into one of the empty rooms and locked the door. I didn’t struggle or speak, because I honestly didn’t know what to expect from him at this point. It was exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. He slid me off his shoulder, my already sensitized body slid down the length of his, causing me to shiver.

              “Is this what you were planning this morning?”

              “Yes and no”

              “Explain,” he said tersely. His hands were bracketing my hips, holding me flush against him. I could feel his hardened length against my belly. His black shirt was tight and showed off his muscles. The tattoos on his arms peaked out from beneath the sleeves. “Now.”

              “Yes, I was planning to sing tonight. Twice actually. No, I did not plan on that song originally.”

              “What made you change the song you originally were going to do?”

              “You.” I answered him honestly. The change had been a last minute thing. Originally, I had thought to do “The Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga, but I wanted to do something that would spark his lust and grab his attention. Obviously I succeeded, judging by the steel rod poking me through his jeans.

              “And how did I change your mind?”

              “I imagined your reaction to the song I sang. “I Get Off” was the song I thought would get the best reaction out of you.”

              “What did you hope to accomplish by getting a reaction out of me?”

              This felt like a set up. I wondered if I could back-peddle my way out of this, but I figured I couldn’t. I was already this deep in it, I might as well go all in. “Getting back at you.”

              He seemed surprised for a moment. “Honey, I told you I didn’t have sex with that girl. I took her out of the restaurant and paid her to stay out for about fifteen minutes and to stay quiet.”

              I shook my head at him. “Not that, Brice. I’m over that. Yes, it was a dick move for you to do that, but I’ve moved on.” I rested my hands on his chest. “I wanted to get back at you for this morning. You got me all hot and bothered then you left me hanging. My orgasm in the shower barely took the edge off this morning. Then you had to go and make it worse over breakfast.”

              “So, let me see if I got this right. You were getting back at me because you were horny this morning and I didn’t give you what you wanted. So you decided to go spark the lust of a room full of men to get back at me?” It sounded so much better in my own head, but yeah. I nodded instead of verbally answering him.

              He let go of my hips and stepped back from me. The first wave of fear that I pushed him too far rippled through me. “Strip. Everything off, now,” he said gruffly and turned to walk out the door.

              “Brice?” I questioned when he opened the door.

              “Strip, Abby. Don’t make me ask again. I’m coming right back.”

              I nodded and started stripping. When he returned he had a chair from the storage room. My black thong was soaked and completely useless at this point. I stripped all the way down as he sat in the chair and watched. “Come here,” he commanded. This was another side to Brice that I had not yet seen, not completely anyway.

              When I stood right in front of him, completely naked and turned on like never before, he pulled me over his lap. My ass was in the air and my hair hanging down touching the floor. “I warned you this morning that if you were up to something to be prepared to have your ass spanked, did I not.”

              “Yes.”

              “I don’t do safe words, honey. You want me to stop, you say stop. Do you understand me?”

              “Yes.” My breath was picking up as my excitement built. I knew he would not intentionally hurt me beyond what I could stand and I wanted to see him stretch his control.

              “You have two punishments heading your way. One, for not heeding my warning from this morning. For that you will receive ten spankings. I want you to count them for me starting at ten and counting down. Do you understand me?”

              “Yes.” His hand caressed over the skin of my back down to the curve of my ass. The roughness of his hands along the smoothness of my skin caused me to shiver and goosebumps to cover my skin. I loved the scratch his calluses caused when he touched me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation and anticipating the first slap of his hand against my ass.

              I yelped when his hand came down hard on the rounded globe of my ass. It stung “Count,” he reminded me. At first, I didn’t know what to think other than about the sting he caused, but then I noticed that he was gently stroking where he had slapped, easing the sting and surprisingly turning me on even more.

              “Ten,” I said, as he massaged where he had just smacked my ass. I felt his hand move away from my body so I stiffened to try and ease the blow, but when the smack did not come immediately, I relaxed. The moment I relaxed, his palm came down on the other cheek causing the same sting there.

              I sucked in a breath. “Nine,” his finger dipped into my pussy and I moaned. As much as his slaps on my ass stung, my pussy gushed in reaction. He thrust two fingers into me and placed his thumb over my clit. Not rubbing like I wanted, but holding pressure as his fingers moved within me. I groaned, “Brice.”

              The next four slaps were not as hard as the first two, but still hard enough to sting and excite me further. With each slap to my ass, my pussy pulsed with need. “Four more, honey, you’ve taken your first punishment very well.” He stroked my slit slowly as he stroked my ego. I was inordinately pleased with his praise. “Your other punishment will be more intense.” I squirmed because the thought of it being more intense than this was crazy. I had never felt anything like this before, it was consuming. Never before had I wanted someone so much, I was desperate for him.

              “Please, Brice,” I whimpered. His hand smacked hard two more times in quick succession on my ass, one slap on each cheek.

              “This happens at my pace, Abby,” he said as he toyed with my clit. When my hips started moving, searching for more contact from his fingers, he pulled back and landed the last two blows over my weeping pussy. I shuddered. I was so close to going over the edge. “Lay on the floor, Abby,” he said gruffly.

              I followed his directions and laid out on the floor. I watched as he grasped his shirt at the neck and pulled it over his head. His tanned skin, beautiful muscles, and nice artwork made my mouth water. I reached my hand toward my mound to rub my aching clit. “Don’t you fucking touch yourself,” he growled as he unbuckled his belt.

              When he shucked his pants and underwear, I saw his cock, swollen and red. He seemed bigger than the two times we had been together. I watched him stroke his cock from root to tip and back again before he laid down beside me. “Your next punishment is orgasm.”

              I snorted, “That’s not a punishment.”

              He smirked at me. “You think not, huh? We will see what you think in a few minutes.” He kissed me and trailing his fingers down to my pussy. I spread my legs further apart to give him access to my body. His fingers dipped in my tight channel as his lips trailed down my neck. His tongue flutters and licks my skin as his fingers moved within my walls. I rocked my hips, reaching for that orgasm that was just on the cusp. His thumb circled my clit, not touching it directly where I was desperate for his touch. When he sucked and bit at the skin on my neck, his thumb made the contact with my clit and it sent me over the edge. I cried out as the pleasure rocked my body.

              He didn’t let up on my body, though. His fingers kept thrusting into my quivering flesh, drawing out each of the orgasms. His head moved lower down to my chest where his lips latched on to my nipple. I clasped his hair with my hands, feeling another orgasm starting to build as he sucked the taut peak. Everything started to fade away, I didn’t feel the thump of the music below on my back and the sound that had been muffled when we first came up here seemed to fade away all together. His tongue was flicking across my tight hard nipple. His fingers never breaking pace. My pussy was drenched with wetness that could be heard with each thrust of his fingers.

              As he was thrusting, he changed the angle of his hand, and I felt a finger hit the rosebud of my ass. I jerked, and violently shuddered as another orgasm ripped through my body. While my body was still reeling from the last orgasm, he moved down again, and his mouth found my clit. He sucked and nibbled on my clit as his fingers continued inside me. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

              I felt his fingers curl inside me as he sucked and licked the juices from my clit. “Brice, I can’t-“

              “Yes, you can and you are going to,” he spoke into my pussy, not giving me a moment to rest. He sucked my clit into his mouth and then bit down giving me just enough pain with the copious amount of pleasure to send me spiraling over again. A tear seeped out of my eye as I cried out from the intensity of the orgasms he was giving me.

              My chest was heaving trying to catch my breath. He moved over me, his hands on either side of my head, his face above my own. He moved his hips and thrust into me over and over again, going deeper, harder, and higher with every thrust it seemed. My pussy was raw from being fucked so much. I hadn’t had sex in so long before him and between yesterday and this pleasurable torture my body was now being submitted to, I was wrung out. He moved and changed angles and when he shifted, he sent me off again.

              “Do you know why you are being punished?” He asked me through gritted teeth. He was trying to stay in control of his own body. I couldn’t speak. The feelings my body was experiencing were just too damn much. Pleasure and pain swirled together into a beautiful form of torture. “Answer me,” he commanded.

              “No.” I managed to croak out.

              “You are being punished because you incited the lust of every man in the bar with your body and the thought of you touching your own pussy. You are mine, Abby. I would have let the fact that you are wearing revealing clothes go, but dancing like that in front of any man but me and singing a song like that, I cannot let that go. Not to mention, you did it out of revenge for me not giving you an orgasm this morning. I believe that I have more than made up for it,” he said, all the while continuing to pound into me and building me up again. “You’re going to cum one more time, Abby, and I’m going to cum with you.” He thrust a few more times before he commanded me, “Cum, sweetheart.”

              I shattered around him. Swept away in the intensity of it all, tears poured from my eyes as I cried out his name over and over again. I felt him cum in me and fall forward, catching his weight on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me. We were both panting and shaking, I clung to him feeling immensely vulnerable. He shattered my mind, body, and soul. I was his in every way. I wondered how he would take it if I whispered the three words telling him the depth of my feelings for him, but I decided he wouldn’t take it well, knowing his past. So I just clung to him instead.

Chapter 16

Brice

              After we cleaned ourselves up, we headed back downstairs to a chorus of cheers that caused a flush across her cheeks. I resumed my seat at the bar for the rest of the night and she went back to work. The bar had not suffered in her absence, she had hired enough staff and Titan would also have made sure everything flowed smoothly while she was away. I watched her as she worked, she would catch my eyes every now and then and flush all over again. “You got it bad, brother,” Titan said taking the seat beside me.

              “I love her, man,” I said, finally admitting it not only to myself but to someone else.

              “Glad to hear you have finally accepted it.” We watched as she just stood there with a happily dazed look on her face. She shook her head to pull her focus back together and glanced back at me. I could tell she was thinking about what we had done upstairs and the punishments she had received. “Damn man, what the hell did you do to her? Since I’ve known Phoenix, she has never been that distracted.”

              I grinned and took a sip of the beer the bartender had sat in front of me when I sat back down. “Nothing you will ever know-,” I was cut off by the ringing of my phone.  Legend’s name popped up and I looked to Titan, “Hopefully we will have answers soon. Keep an eye out.” I nodded toward Phoenix and headed toward the stairs answering on my way. “Just a second,” I spoke into the phone as I made my way through the loud bar and two girls singing to some song trying to compete with what Abby had done earlier and failing miserably, but most of the people in the room were drunk, so it didn’t matter to them.

              “What did you find out, brother?” I asked when I was back upstairs.

              “Holy shit, man, how close is this chick to the club because it’s nothing small.”

              “She will be my old lady as well as my wife someday.” Ok, so yeah, it’s a bit early o be saying that but dammit I needed her protected.

              “Fuck, man,” I could hear the edge in his voice which just put me more on edge. “Her name is Abigail Price. She is the daughter of Michelle and Daniel Price of Price Industries. Her grandmother, Ellen Jones, suddenly took custody of her during her junior year of high school and brought her to Texas. I’m not sure why there is no reason ever mentioned in the checks we have done.” He drew in a breath and let it out. “Her grandmother died about four months ago, but it was kept hidden and took some digging to even find out that information. Brother, I got a copy of the will. Her parents were basically cut out of millions and everything was left to your girl. The home in New York, alone, is worth twenty million, and it was all left to Abigail. From what I can tell, the grandmother had no contact with the parents since before whatever caused the split and neither did your girl.

              “The only person that your girl kept in contact with from New York was a McKenzie McAdams. She is stepdaughter to Nathan Richards, a very wealthy senator from New York and his son is following in the old man’s footsteps. I told Hack to do some digging there too and it looks like McKenzie is also estranged from her family. After Abigail was sent to her grandmother, McKenzie was sent to an all-girl boarding school. I can’t tell that the Price family or the Richards family ever crossed paths other than through their daughters. Though they do have mutual friends, your boy Philip Worthington’s family being one of them. He just bought Price Industries to add it to his own company Worthington International. He’s not even in the millionaire bracket anymore, man. That man is worth billions.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Was Philip playing us all? My gut said no, but what the fuck? At least I could give answers to Titan on who his girl was though we still had no clue as to what the fuck happened their junior year.

              “Anything else, man?”

              “Not much. Abigail didn’t go back to a school. She was home schooled and then got her degree online. McKenzie dropped out of the boarding school and got her GED before she went to culinary school and stayed in New York. Her mom died before her twelfth birthday and she has no contact with her stepfather and brother after she started boarding school. His reelection is coming up soon, so I don’t know what that means for her, if anything, but I will be more than happy to take that hot little number off your ass and protect her myself.”

              I laughed, “You’d have to fight Titan for her. McKenzie is his, she just doesn’t know it yet.”

              “Damn, maybe my ass needs to move to Belle instead of taking over the founding chapter.”

I ran my hand through my hair. She was worth millions and people have killed for less. Whatever went down with her parents and McKenzie’s family changed the course of both of their lives. I had to get her to open up about what the hell happened. “Thanks, man, have Hack keep looking. Go all the way back to their junior year, check the parent’s financials around that time. Let me know if there is anything there. The better prepared I am for whatever the hell is happening, the better I can protect Abby.”

It was about one thirty and surprisingly there was still quite a crowd considering Belle was normally such a sleepy town. McKenzie had come in from the kitchen after closing down the restaurant and kitchen at ten. Once she had closed up, she made her way over here to lend a hand.

              I noticed the bartender setting up a long row of shot glasses along the back counter setting up enough shots for everyone in the room. “Alright, the last song of the night, with the last drink of the night, is on me. Grab a shot from the bar because we are going to have a toast to the successful opening of Phoenix Bar.” I stood up and made my way to her. She and McKenzie were talking over by the DJ’s set up. I wrapped my arms around her. “You better not be doing anything like what you did earlier. I might have to spank you again.”

              She turned in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and smiling sweetly. “Relax, it’s just going to be the song we toasted to before we opened today. I don’t think my ass or my vagina could take any more punishment today.” I nodded and placed a kiss on her head.

              “Glad to hear it.” I squeezed her ass gently then walked toward Titan who was still sitting at the bar watching Abby and McKenzie.

              “What did you find out?” He asked as soon as I sat down.

              “Nothing good. It’s worse than we thought, but there are still a lot of unanswered questions as far as they are concerned.”

              “So, you know who they really are then?”

              I nodded my head and debated telling him then and there. I decided not to in case we were overheard by somebody outside the club. “Yes, but I will have to tell you later.”

              He nodded his understanding and looked to our women as they sang happily toasting each other and the new life they were creating. Her eyes were glowing with joy and pride and I wanted to make sure that look stayed there for many years to come. It still scared me how much I wanted her. I had sworn to myself never to let another woman that close or let her have that much power, but damned if Abby hadn’t come in and brought my ass to my knees.

              Titan and I waited around the bar after everyone left. We decided to use the pool table while the girls finished up closing up shop. “You going to tell me?”

              “Not now.” I nodded to the girls. “I don’t want them to know I know yet. We’ll discuss it at the club tomorrow. Call a meeting with Gavel and leadership, because this has potential to get governmental,” I said vaguely, hinting at the fact that it could potentially go up that high.
              “Fucking hell.” Titan rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. “Fuck telling me tomorrow. Your ass better be at the club after you tuck her in. I’ll send Roper to watch their house while we talk. I’m not waiting until tomorrow to know what you know.” He was already pulling open his phone.

              After they locked up for the night, Titan and I put them on the back of our bikes and drove them home. We saw Roper already waiting on the steps as we drove up. “Hey, Roper,” Abby greeted him half asleep. She was exhausted, hell, we all were. I was not looking forward to going to the clubhouse to speak with Titan tonight, but he was president and it was his call.

              “Hey, sweetie,” he said, giving her a smile. “That was some opening tonight, ladies, you both should be proud of yourselves. Ember, is there any way I can convince you to marry me?”

              “Hell no,” she said saucily, “you’d have my ass chained to the oven the moment I said ‘I do’.” She kissed him on the cheek and said “it’s sweet of you to ask though. Maybe I’ll consider you for a backup one day.”

              I was watching Titan throughout their exchange. When she said hell no, he smiled, but when she added the second part and the kiss, his face shut down and anger burned in his eyes. McKenzie would not be needing a backup and Roper needed to watch himself before Titan pounded him into the ground.

              “Let’s go, Phoenix,” I said trying to avoid a throw down right now with Titan strung so tight, you could feel the tension rolling off of him, “I want to say goodnight to you before I leave.” I wrapped my arm around her and guided her toward the steps.

              “We can talk when they are asleep. Goodbye, Roper.” Titan said through clenched teeth.    

                I walked behind Abby up to her room, going up the stairs her ass was right in my face and I grew hard remembering the bright red flush of my handprint upon the rounded cheeks of her ass. When we got to the top of the steps, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back against my front, rubbing my hard dick into her ass, both easing and creating a deep ache inside me.

              She groaned and let her head fall back on my shoulder leaving her neck exposed for my lips. “Jesus, can’t you at least wait until you get to your own room before you start dry humping?” McKenzie spoke behind us.

              “No,” I said as I propelled Abby forward, still holding and kissing her. “She’s just too damn tempting,” I said before we walked into Abby’s room and shut the door. “Baby, one of these days, I’m going to make slow sweet love to you in a bed all night and all day, but that is not going to be tonight. You are exhausted and I have to go talk to Titan about a bit of club business. If you want me now, I’m yours, if you are too tired, say the word, but know if you say you want me, it’s going to be a hard quick fuck meant only to get us both off enough to relax you so you can get some sleep.”

              She didn’t even hesitate. “I want you, Brice.”

              It was a quick strip and groping make out session followed by a hard quick pounding. After she came, I let myself go. I spent a few minutes holding her and when her breathing started to even out and she started to fall asleep, I whispered to her, “Goodnight, sweetheart, I’ll be back after I talk to Titan.”

              I found Titan downstairs already waiting with two cups of coffee. “Did you tuck Ember in?” I questioned, using her nickname in case she was still up.

              “No,” he said shortly, “she fucking kisses Roper on the cheek and jokes with him about marriage and she acts like I don’t fucking exist, even though mine is the tongue that’s been down her throat before.”

              “I don’t want all the details, but did you start the kiss or did she?”

              He laughed humorously which was an answer in and of itself. “I did. She does her damnedest to keep me at arm’s length.” I thought about what he was telling me and I almost laughed out loud. He didn’t realize the reason she did that was because she felt threatened by him on a deeper level. I’d let him figure that shit out on his own. I was having to navigate uncharted territory for myself, so I will do as Gavel did, keep out of it. “What do you know?”

              “Phoenix is Abigail Price. Ember is McKenzie McAdams.” I started by telling him their names and then I conveyed the information that I had gotten from Legend and the pieces that I had collected for myself over the months that the girls had been in our life.

              “FUCK.” Titan rubbed the back of his neck. “There is something we are missing.”

              “I know, I feel it too, and I think it has to do with whatever brought Abby to Texas and sent McKenzie to boarding school and left both of them estranged from their families.” I sighed. “I have my suspicions about what it could be, but even then there is still a pieces of the puzzle missing. Plus that wouldn’t be cause for estrangement from parents. A parent in that circumstance would pull their child closer if anything.”

              “I know what you mean. I can’t get McKenzie to open up to me, so you either have to get Abby to open up or we have to break Gavel.”

              “We could always go after Philip again,” I suggested. “Out of the four of them, he’s probably going to be the easiest to break. Gavel is Gavel and whatever they are hiding, they have been hiding for years. They won’t give it up easily. Philip is probably the most likely to give something up.”

              “You are assuming he knows everything.” He shook his head. “I seriously doubt he knows everything. If I had to wager, I’d say Gavel found out from the grandmother when she was preparing the will with him and not from the girls themselves.”

              “Yeah. Gavel said as much to me,” I admitted.