Steel 2: Blackthorne MC #2 (2 page)

“So you didn’t put it back on. I can see that.”

He took a step towards me. “Perhaps you should take the shirt off while it dries.”

My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t know why I kept letting this happen. I shouldn’t have felt so turned on in this situation. It was wrong. But he reached out a hand, and his fingers skimmed my wet shirt just above the swell of my breast. My nipples hardened instantly at his touch, and I could feel the wetness already growing between my thighs. I squirmed awkwardly, wishing I were wearing panties at least.

“Ella, you are quite the most…”

I frowned as I waited for him to continue his sentence.

“… The most irresistible woman I’ve ever met.”

He undid the top button of my shirt, and I felt a pulse of heat between my legs. He reached inside the thin cotton and groaned as his hand cupped my breast. I gasped as he tweaked my nipple until it ached.

My hands flew up and finished unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, brazenly shrugging it off.

His pupils dilated as he took my breasts in both of his hands and then lowered his mouth to suck the sensitive skin on my breasts. His tongue twirled around my nipple as his hand reached for the zip on my jeans.

As he slipped his hand beneath the denim, he groaned again, and I felt the vibrations from his deep voice as his teeth grazed my nipple.

“No panties,” he said, his voice husky. “Damn, Ella.”

When his fingers found my slick opening, I had to put both of my hands against his chest to stop myself from falling. I could feel the pressure already building in my core as he moved his fingers back and forth. I was going to come. How could this happen so fast?

Nick raised his head, but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he stared down into my eyes as his fingers worked their magic. My breathing grew faster as he gazed down into my eyes, and his thumb circled my clit as he thrust a thick finger into my opening. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I cried out, and then buried my face into his chest, panting.

“Did you like that, Ella?”

I couldn’t speak. I was too breathless, so I just nodded.

He turned me around, holding me by the waist as he removed my jeans and then positioned me over the bed. He pushed me so I was leaning over, and he put his hands on my hips. I could feel his hardness probing me from behind.

I felt his fingers on me again. I was so wet and slippery.

“Are you ready for me, Ella?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

I couldn’t wait. Since that first night, I had wanted to feel him inside me. I pushed my hips back towards him, hoping to encourage him to move faster. He reached to grab a condom from his wallet on the bedside table and ripped the packet open with his teeth.

He slid it on and then he thrust himself inside me so hard that I had to push back on the bed and arch my back to take him in. I gasped at his size. He was huge, filling me entirely. After the first sudden thrust, he moved slower, pumping in and out and then one of his hands slipped around to circle my clit as he pushed into me from behind.

“God, you feel so tight,” he groaned as his thrusts began picking up speed.

I pushed back into him as I felt his flesh smack against mine. He gripped my hips tightly.

“Are you close, Ella?”

“Yes.”

He intensified his thrusts, and I felt my inner walls clench around him as thousands of pleasurable tingles shot through my body. His fingers slipped over my clit, flicking rapidly.

Nick groaned my name as my orgasm tore through me, and I felt his whole body jerk as he emptied his seed deep inside me.

Despite all my protestations that I couldn’t sleep, I relaxed back into Nick’s arms and drifted off. When I awoke later, it was because Nick was shifting his arm from underneath me.

“I think the coffee has gone cold,” he said and winked at me.
 

I sat up and realized I’d been sleeping and leaning against his bad shoulder. “I’m sorry. How does it feel?”

“It’s fine. I’m going to go and get some more and check on the crew. I’ll find out when we are leaving.”

I wasn’t sure how long we had slept, but I was still so tired. “What time is it?”

“Three o’clock,” Nick said.

I was surprised I’d been able to sleep for so long. I shyly covered myself with a sheet and watched as Nick got up from the bed completely naked without any inhibitions. But then again, when a man had a body that looked like that, why would he need inhibitions?

Nick dressed quickly and left me to go and get some more coffee.

As soon as he had closed the door behind him, I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed the jeans and white shirt. I checked the dress and the underwear I’d washed in the bathroom. I’d let them drop to the floor when Nick distracted me. I was annoyed with myself for not hanging them outside, but they were almost dry, so I pulled my underwear on quickly, followed by my shirt and jeans.

It wasn’t long before Nick was back with fresh coffee. He handed me a mug, and I took a sip. I really needed the caffeine.

“We are leaving in about half an hour,” Nick said. “If you come back to the bar, you can grab some lunch. Johnny’s wife is fixing us some sandwiches.”

I took another sip of my coffee. “Where are we going?”

“Blackthorne headquarters. It’s a few hours’ drive, but it’s a bit cooler outside now. Come on, let’s get some food inside of you.”

He took my hand in his, and his palm felt rough, but warm against my skin.

I followed him shyly, acting like a lovesick teenager. That wasn’t good. I needed to keep some distance between us. Amazing sex was one thing, but getting emotionally involved was just stupid.

I slipped my hand from Nick’s grasp and used both hands to hold my mug of coffee. But he didn’t seem to notice as he led me back through to the bar.

There were quite a few people in there. I recognized Johnny from last night, and of course, Damien, Chad, and Tom. But there were quite a few people I didn’t recognize, mostly men.

Everyone seemed to pause in their conversation as I walked in. I shifted slightly closer to Nick, hesitating in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

A blonde haired woman walked forward and smiled at me. “I’m Martha,” she said. “Johnny’s wife.”

I realized she was the one who had given me the clothes.

I gestured to the shirt. “Thank you so much for letting me borrow these clothes. Is it all right if I keep them for a while until I can send them back to you?”

“You can keep them, sweetheart. They are just old ones, and you’re welcome to them. Now how about some lunch? I’ve made some sandwiches.”

I glanced back at Nick before following Martha to a large table in the center of the room.

“Thank you,” I said as she handed me a plate of sandwiches.

I was absolutely ravenous, but I still found it hard to swallow. I was so nervous. Of course, that was due to the situation I was in, but it was also the way that everyone in the room seemed to be on edge, waiting for me to do something. I didn’t understand it.

I didn’t bother to sit down and join anyone at a table. I started to eat while standing up, until Chad stood up and pulled back his chair. “Ella, you can sit here.”

Why was he being nice to me? I was immediately suspicious.

Everyone was looking at me. I supposed it was because of my little outburst last night. But Nick had been right about one thing, I needed to play along if I was to get out of this mess. I could do that.

“Thank you,” I muttered a little snarkily as I sat in the chair he’d vacated.

Tom sat on my left, but thankfully, he and Chad had both showered so they didn’t smell so bad today.

Damien sat across the table from me, staring at me with those dark, evil eyes.

On instinct, I looked over my shoulder at Nick, but he was talking to Martha and helping himself to more sandwiches.

I took another bite, but the bread seemed to get stuck in my throat. I took a sip of coffee to try and wash it down, but it just made it worse. Chad slapped me on the back.

“Hey!”

“I thought you were choking,” he said gruffly.

Damien was still staring at me. He was so creepy.

“We are leaving in ten minutes, Ella,” he said. “I hope you’re not going to give us any trouble today.”

I stared at Damien with hatred. It was all his fault. Chad and Tom looked scary enough, but I didn’t believe they really wanted to hurt me or keep me against my will, and I knew that Nick didn’t, so it had to be Damien. He was my enemy.

I lowered my gaze. “Of course not, Damien,” I said, sweetly.

My reaction caught him off-guard. He had obviously been expecting me to ask about leaving again.

After a moment’s pause, Damien nodded. Then he stood up and looked at Tom. “Let’s get the bikes ready.”

***

We’d been riding for three hours when we finally passed a town sign that said,
Welcome to Blackthorne
.

I was surprised. This was Blackthorne? It was a proper town; I hadn’t expected that. I thought we would be somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. I smiled. This was positive. A town meant there would be people I could ask to help me. I scanned the small town as we drove through it. We passed a row of houses, a general store, and a gas station. The sign had stated that the population was only eight hundred and sixty, but that was better than nothing. I tried to soak everything up so I would remember the layout if I ever needed to get back there.

To my disappointment, we rode on, and as the minutes passed, I felt my unease grow. The place we were going was obviously further out-of-town than I had hoped.

When the town was only a speck on the horizon, what looked like a huge motel came into view. There was a diner on one side, and on the other, there was what looked like a biker bar. As we got closer, I could see the bikes lined up in the parking lot. I shivered as we pulled in and parked at the front of the bar.

Everyone else seemed very happy to have arrived. They laughed and slapped each other on the back. Even Nick seemed more light-hearted than usual. None of the others said anything to me as they headed inside, so I trailed along behind them. I wondered if they would even notice if I made a run for it, but as I looked over my shoulder at the dusty road we had just driven down, I realized there was nowhere for me to go.

As soon as we entered the building, I saw that it was a much bigger bar than the one we had just left. There was a huge stage to one side and a long bar covered up most of the back wall. There were only a couple of people nursing drinks at the bar.

Before I had a chance to absorb any more of my surroundings, a tall, slim brunette, wearing a tank top and jeans made a whooping sound and then ran towards Damien, throwing her arms around his neck.

I just stood there staring at them. I couldn’t believe that Damien could elicit that reaction from anyone. Someone was actually
pleased
to see him.

As I turned to look at the others to see if anyone else was as surprised as I was, she was talking excitedly to Damien, calling him sweetie and honey. I guessed it took all sorts. It must be true what they say. There really is someone for everyone.

Then suddenly she seemed to notice me hanging back behind the others. She froze mid-conversation.

“Who is this?” Her face was strangely devoid of expression, so I couldn’t tell if she resented me being there.

Chad, Tom and Nick stayed silent. Even Damien took his time replying. So I spoke up, “I’m Ella.”

“Ella?” She frowned as she looked at me and then shot a very sharp look at Damien.

“I’m Nancy,” she said as if I should know who Nancy was.

I said hi and tried to smile, but it wasn’t easy when I was so nervous.

Nancy turned back to Damien again and raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to explain?”

“She’s just a girl we’ve brought back to see Victor. It’s nothing for you to get concerned about.”

Nancy glanced back at me and looked me up and down. “Why does she have to see Victor?”

That was a very good question and one I would have liked the answer to as well.

“It’s complicated,” Damien said.

“But…”

“Not now,” Damien said, irritably, holding up his hand. Nancy scowled at him.

“We’ve had a long drive, and I could do with something to eat,” he said.

“Then you can make it yourself,” Nancy said, pointedly. “I’ve got a bar to run.” She spun around on her heel and walked off. I couldn’t help smiling at Damien’s stunned reaction. His face was a picture.

Chad made a joke at Damien’s expense, which earned him a glare from the big man.

“What are you all doing standing around? Haven’t you got anything better to do?” Damien snapped.

Damien headed behind the bar and began pulling beers. I stood there thinking that at any moment someone would take me to meet Victor and get it all over with so I could leave, but no one seemed in a hurry to do that.

When Damien held a draft beer out for me, I shook my head. “I thought I was going to see Victor.”