Phoenix Bar: A Steel Demons MC Novel (9 page)

              “I know. She scares me shitless, but the thought of not being with her scares me more and I didn’t figure it out until it was too late.”

              “Did you tell her that?”

              “In not so many words, yeah. I had a talk with her today. I’m hoping I can still fix this.”

              “If the way she looks at you is any indication, she’ll come around.” I grinned at his words, warmth spreading through my chest. “And if it’s any indication by the look on your face right now, you won’t fuck up again, at least not in that way.”

              “No, I won’t.” With all the new information that Gavel just gave me, I was more anxious to know what was in Abby’s past that forced her to keep her identity hidden from the world and I was determined that she wouldn’t hide it from me for much longer.

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              The opening was two days away. I made excuses every day to go to the bar or I sent someone there for whatever reason I could come up with.  I told Titan to keep an eye on the girls as well, that something was going on that we needed to be ready, in case anything happened.

              “Hey,” I walked up behind Abby and wrapped my arm around her. She smelled so good, I nuzzled my nose in her neck inhaling her scent and planted a kiss beneath her ear. She shivered in my arms. After our talk the other day, she allowed me to be more physical toward her, but she didn’t call me Brice yet and it was nowhere near as close to her as I wanted to be. “I realized that I have not yet taken you for a ride. Take a few minutes off with me.”

              “I can’t. I’ve got so much to do.”

              “I know, but take a few minutes, and when we come back, I will help you. Another set of hands to work with will more than make up for the time on the back of my bike.”

              She bit her lip and I almost made a move to bite it too, but I held back. “I guess. I haven’t taken a lunch break yet so…” I didn’t need to hear anymore, I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me. I saw Roper bringing in crates of booze. I nodded to him on our way out the door.

              I climbed on the back of my bike and grabbed the helmet I had bought for her. It was black with a flaming bird on it. Cliché, I know, but I figured to keep the name going. Once I helped her put it on, she climbed on behind me. I was rock hard when her thighs gripped my hips and her arms wound around my stomach. I knew this would be sweet torture, which is probably why I had not taken her for a ride before, that and she had been busy.

              When I took off, she automatically squeezed tighter and got closer if it were possible. I headed toward the clubhouse. If she was ever going to trust me, she needed to know everything up front. No hiding, no secrets. We were going to the club’s property where it backed up against the lake, that way we could have privacy.

              The area where I parked was heavily wooded, we had a great view, but people would have to really be looking in order to see us. I parked the bike and Abby hopped off. I snagged her around the waist and pulled her onto my lap where she straddled me. I unsnapped the helmet and let it fall to the ground. “This property belongs to the club.” I started. “I have a lot to tell you, Abs, not all of it you’re going to like, but I want you to trust me. I’m hoping that by placing my trust in you, you will feel more comfortable to trust me.”

              I started by telling her about my mom and then working my way to my ex-wife. She never interrupted. Her eyes looked pained as I explained how the two women in my life, who were supposed to and who professed to love me, had betrayed me. I know telling her wouldn’t excuse what I did, but I hoped that it would at least give her insight as to why I did what I did.

              Then it was time for me to explain the hard part. “Abby, there is something you need to know about the club, something I know that you have an idea about, but I want you to understand the whole of it.” I hope to hell I didn’t lose her when I explained about the women at the club. “I told you that I’ve rotated women in order to keep them at arm’s length. Well, at the clubhouse, we have “club girls” is what they are called. There’s a handful of them and they are there because they want to be there. I don’t want you to think that they do anything they don’t want to do. Nobody ever forces them, we don’t condone that type of thing. Anyway, I want you to know beforehand and not find out later in a hard way that I have been with all of them. I’ve done everything as far as sex with a woman goes.” I looked out over the water. This was a make it or break it thing for her, I knew, especially since I lost her trust when we went to Amarillo. “At the club we aren’t shy, we fuck a lot, we fuck often, and we fuck in the open. Nothing is really off limits as long as all parties consent.”

              I felt her breath shutter. I was afraid to look at her, afraid to see any disgust or repulsion in her eyes, afraid to see her shut down again. “Why do you want me if women are so easy to come by? You have to know that I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever want to be passed around to the men at the club.” Her voice was rough as she spoke.

              My head snapped around. I looked at her in surprise and noticed her eyes were filled with unshed tears. I caught a tear on the pad of my thumb as it leaked out of the corner of her eye, “Oh, honey, I would never share you. Not one of my brothers would ever touch you, because I have… because they know how I feel about you. They have known even before I knew, apparently, because when they heard about what an ass I was in Amarillo, I got my ass handed to me not only by Gavel and Titan, but by the whole crew as well.” I smirked at her when she smiled a little at the thought of me getting my ass kicked on her behalf. “And just so you know, I have not been back to the clubhouse since before Amarillo, not for sex at least. I’ve been back there to hang out with the brothers. That is not to say that I have not enjoyed any shows they have put on. I just did not partake in the action.”

              “Would you actually want me to have sex with you in front of others?” I saw the pulse in her neck flutter. I don’t know if she was scared or turned on by the thought of it.

              “Like I said, honey, nobody does anything they don’t want to do. That is not to say that I don’t like the experience of having an audience, but I have also promised Gavel that he will never see your sexy ass in there. I think he sees you as something of the daughter he never had. Any other time he has come around and I’ve been involved in something, he just turns around and walks away. I don’t think it really bothered him, but I think he would be bothered by walking in to see us going at it. So if you ever decide you want to do anything with an audience, we will keep it small and controlled behind closed doors. Maybe just another couple or something.” A cute flush covered her cheeks as she took in my words.

Chapter 11

Abby

              I couldn’t believe I was sitting here discussing the possibility of having sex with Brice in front of others. The idea was hot, but I wasn’t sure that I could do it.

The last couple of days since he talked to me, each time I saw him he made sure to touch me and drive me crazy. Over the past two days, I felt myself softening toward him more and more. He is my own personal kryptonite; I can’t seem to resist him. Now knowing about his past, I understand where he is coming from. The two most important women in his life betrayed him.

My doubts about trusting him are there. I would be crazy not to have those doubts with what happened, but he says he didn’t touch her, so I’m going to take him at his word.

              I thought back to what Gavel had told me about laying our secrets out there. If neither of us were ready to be completely honest with the other, then we should back off from any sort of relationship. I know he’s right. If I want to pursue this with Brice, he deserves the truth. No secrets, no lies. I was going to tell him possibly the night after the opening. Right now it’s just too much to deal with. “I don’t know if I can do that, but I do know the thought is kind of exciting.” I drew in a deep breath and looked back at him. He had a sexy smirk on his face, and I felt his arousal beneath me. I almost groaned. “I…” I swallowed hard. “I’ll give you another chance, but don’t hurt me like that again.”

              Brice leaned forward and kissed me. His lips firm and strong against mine. His fingers grazed under my ear causing shivers of excitement and pleasure to race through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands through his thick hair. My breasts felt heavy and achy as I sat in his lap kissing him. I felt my pussy grow damp with want for him and his cock was hard beneath me.

              His hand moved down my back then to my belly where he gathered the hem of my shirt. His rough hands glided over my skin deliciously, scraping my skin. The skin abrasive from years of hard labor and built up calluses, caused gooseflesh all over. I broke the kiss as his hands glided up to my breasts. “Brice.” It was the first time I had called him by his name since what went down in Amarillo. His head came up from the trail of kisses he had started to place on my neck.  

              “You called me Brice again.”

              “Yes.” He smiled at me, his beautiful lips curved in a grin of pleasure at the simplicity of my saying his name. His eyes heated pools of warm chocolate as they roamed my face. His lips found mine once more and the heat of desire threatened to burn us both. My body was seeking his, seeking release as I ground my hips into him.

              He pulled my shirt over my head, only breaking our kiss long enough to get the material off. His hands were everywhere at once it seemed. My bra was quickly discarded and my breasts plumped together by his hands for his greedy mouth. His lips closed around my pebbled nipple and I arched my back into him groaning at the erotic kiss. “Please,” I begged, needing relief from the pressure building inside me.

              “Lean back.” He helped me down against the handlebars of his bike, his hands going to the waistband of my jeans, quickly undoing the buttons and sliding the zipper down. “God, Abby, you are perfection.” He kissed my belly and dipped his tongue into my bellybutton, causing my body to quake with need. I lifted my hips as he pulled the jeans down. “Dammit, your shoes are in the way.”

              I laughed at his apparent frustration, but he scooted back on the seat to allow himself more room to work with. After he had my shoes and my jeans off, he grasped my panties by the strings and ripped them from my body. That was when he noticed the tattoo. I had Ink put a small phoenix tattoo that matched the one in the bar on my hip. I added the words
“Beauty After the Burn”
written under the flaming bird. “My little Phoenix”, he said. I froze and stared at him.

              “Where did you hear that?” I asked, he must have noticed the strain in my voice because he looked up at my eyes.

              “I haven’t, I just saw the tattoo and it seemed like it fit.”

              “My grandmother used to call me that,” I whispered.

              “Oh, she must have been a hell of a lady.”

              “She was.”

              He leaned forward to kiss the tattoo, his tongue traced around the edges. I held his head loosely in my hands as he made his way down to my core. Then his mouth was on me. His tongue was lapping at my cream, toying with my clit. My hands tightened in his hair and held on as he ate at my flesh. He pushed a finger inside of me, my body automatically clamping down on the intruding finger. A second finger was added to the first and my hips rose off the bike. He held onto my hips and butt squeezing and balancing me. “Remember what I told you on the phone that night?” He asked removing his mouth but continuing to thrust with his fingers.

              “Yes,” I moaned. I was so close to coming, it’s all I could think about.

              “I had a blood test done, honey, I’m clean.” His expression said that the question was implied. I nodded my head that I was clean. I had only been with a few guys and they always wore protection. I insisted upon it and after I broke up with each guy, I had blood tests done. “Then I’m going to fuck you bare, baby, and after you come on my cock, you’re going to suck all of your pussy juice off until I cum too.” I nodded my head. I didn’t care, I just wanted him inside me now.

              He unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock from his jeans then tore the shirt from his head. His body was amazing, all solid muscle. He had a few tattoos, one of which wrapped around his upper bicep. He had a trail of hair bisecting his abdomen, leading to his rigid shaft. The head had a piercing and I shuttered, imaging what it would feel like inside me. I didn’t have to imagine for long, because he entered me in one hard swift thrust.  I sucked in a breath at the fullness and feel of him inside me.

              “Damn you’re tight, sweetheart.” He slowly slid back out before slamming into me again. After a few more of the long slow deep thrusts he started picking up speed, my breasts bouncing every time he entered me. His hands moved to hold the fleshy bouncing globes, then he leaned forward and latched his mouth onto one of my nipples, tugging with his teeth while his fingers pinched the other. His thrusts driving deeper and deeper each time. 

              “Brice,” I called as my orgasm swept through my body and I shook as the waves of pleasure rocked me.

“One more, honey, I want you to cum on my dick once more before you suck me off.” His hips picked up pace. The piercing and the head of his long, thick cock hit a place deep inside me over and over. There was so much pleasure having him in me pounding into my body that it was almost too much to bare. It bordered on painful.

He hooked my legs over his arms and leaned forward so that with each thrust he went deeper and harder. His body was on top of mine, my breasts pressed flush against his chest. Brice leaned his head forward and kissed me. His tongue thrusting in my mouth as his body moved within me. “Cum for me, Abby.” He rasped when he broke the kiss. A few more thrusts and I cried his name as my body shattered around his for the second time.

              He changed his hold on me, wrapping my legs around his waist and he dismounted from the bike, my legs still around him. “Take me, Abby,” he said as he unfolded my legs and guided me to my knees in front of him. “Make me come in your mouth.” I loved the timber of his voice, the rasp of need lurking beneath the command. I hesitated, but the desire in his eyes gave me courage. I watched his face as I licked the head and tasted my juices on him. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, encouraging me to open up and take him farther inside. “Come on, baby, I’m dying here.”

              I licked him one more time, toying with the piercing at the head, nudging it with my tongue. Then I took him in my mouth as far as I could without gagging and wrapped my hand around the base of his length. I worked his cock with my tongue and I reached up with my other hand to cup his balls in my hand, slightly squeezing and rolling them in my hand. When he hissed through his lips, I sucked harder. I felt his balls draw tight in my hand and his cock swelled more in my mouth, then his seed shot out into my throat, sliding down as I swallowed the salty, tangy fluid.

              I released his cock and he helped me to my feet. He pulled my naked body into him and hugged me tight, kissing my neck. “That was incredible.”

              “Yes, it was.” I sighed. He slowly released me and kissed me on the head. He tucked himself back into his pants then picked up my clothes and helped me get dressed again, placing kisses on my body as he went, groping and running his hands over me.

              “That was the best lunch break ever,” he joked. I laughed and nodded my agreement. “You ready to head back?”

              “Yes, but I’m holding you to your promise that you are going to help with the finishing touches.”

              He pulled me to him, his hands bracketing my hips. “The only thing I like doing more than helping you is fucking you, so it’s no hardship on either point.” I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His hands slid to cup my butt then he lifted me, my legs wrapped around his waist as our kiss continued. “Baby, if we keep this up, we aren’t going to make it back.” His kiss was addicting and intoxicating.

              “I know,” I sighed. Now that I had him, I wanted him again.

We went back to the bar and I guess we looked like we just had hot sex, because the guys grinned at us when we walked in. I swear I heard Titan say, “It’s about damn time,” under his breath. I glanced at Brice and noticed his lips puffy from our kisses, so I’m sure mine looked just as bad, if not worse. His hair had tracks from my fingers in it so it was sticking up in places. I laughed, yeah we both looked thoroughly fucked.

              I put the guys to work as I took inventory of everything for the last time. The staff we had hired was supposed to be in tomorrow to go over everything one last time before Friday’s opening. I looked up to see Mac walking toward me. She took one look at me and grinned, “You look mussed up.”

              “That must be because I was thoroughly mussed.” I returned her grin with a sly one of my own. “How’s everything going on your side?”

              “It’s good, I think we are pretty much ready. I will be in the kitchen until I can hire another chef to take over and then I will transition to managing everything.”

              “That’s the route you decided to go?”

              “Yeah, I think I lost my love of being in the kitchen when I worked for the asshole up in–“she cut herself off realizing she was about to say New York. One thing about coming from the schools we did, was they helped you to neutralize any accents so that really helped us now. Nobody could tell where we were from based on the way we talked. In fact, over my years in Texas, I picked up the Texas dialect, though without the twang. “Anyway, I just want to cook for fun, not for money. I’ll start looking for someone to take over soon. In the meantime, I’ve got a full staff, including a manager, so we are covered.”

              We talked a few more minutes, but we had stuff to do so we went back to work. I was about to go upstairs when I heard the front door open. I looked over my shoulder to see a familiar set of dimples walk in. “Philip.” I smiled and rushed over to hug him. He picked me up and gave me a big bear hug.

              “A- uh, Phoenix,” he corrected fast. “How’s it going, honey.”

              “You better have a good reason for calling my girl honey and hugging her like that and I suggest you put her down now.” Brice’s growl came from over my shoulder. Philip set me on my feet and when I stepped back, Brice pulled me into his side.

              “Jeez, Brice, why don’t you piss on my leg to mark your territory,” I grumbled at him. Don’t get me wrong, I love the alpha thing, but I don’t want him to know I like it, because if you give an inch, he’ll take a mile.

              “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart,” he growled into my ear. “Remember what I said earlier. No other man touches you and that includes him. Now, why don’t you introduce us since introductions were not made in Amarillo?”

              I took a breath, hoping that Brice would not recognize Philip’s last name. “Brice, this is Philip Worthington, Philip this is Brice Stevens, Jed is Brice’s father.”

              They shook hands and when Philip said hello, Brice stiffened beside me. I looked at him curiously, but his face was a mask of anger. “Brice?” I asked.

              “I want a word upstairs with you, now.” He turned around and stormed toward the stairs and waited for me at the bottom. I asked Philip to excuse me and made my way upstairs. When I got to the apartment, I turned as he walked in behind me, only he didn’t stop until I had been backed up to the wall and his body was pinning me to it. “I’m not going to flaunt the women that have been in my bed in your face and I demand the same from you. I don’t want to see you hugging a man that you have been with that isn’t me.” His eyes were spitting fire, rage was evident in his eyes.

              It was lost on me, why he thought that I had been with Philip. “I’ve never slept with Philip,” I said, shaking my head.

              “That’s horseshit. Don’t fucking lie to me.” His words clipped and biting. This was not the alpha male personality that I liked, this was pure jealousy and irrational rage.