Bolt (Iron Thunder MC Book 1)

by Kasey Krane

  Did Bolt even know how sexy he was?

  “You don’t want to raise any eyebrows around here, right? This is the only way,” I replied. He glared at me for a few more moments and then snatched the apron out of my hands.

  “Fine. Show me. How hard can it be?”

  Before the rest of my staff arrived and I had to open up for the day, Bolt and I practiced making espressos. He wasn’t a natural. This wasn’t the kind of work he excelled at. But the truth was I was having fun. I touched his hands while we worked the machine. I caught the way he looked at me. His eyes roaming over my body. I daydreamed about that kiss, the way his tongue thrust into my mouth. Just being around him was enough to make me wet between my legs.

  Eventually, he was able to make an espresso without much disaster and I decided we were ready for the day.

  “So, what do I have to do?” he grunted. I was right. He did look damn sexy in that apron, his hands on his hips, staring me down like he could devour me.

  “Nothing. Just make espressos when one of us asks for it. Simple.”

  “And I don’t have to talk to anybody?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  The cafe opened up and the regulars started arriving. I saw the way everyone spotted Bolt behind the counter. My customers and staff alike. He was a looming large presence today. There was no way he’d go unnoticed. I told my staff he was a friend helping out, but I wondered if they could sense the sexual sizzle between us.

  Bolt remained silent for the rest of the day, barely making eye contact with anybody.

  By the end of the day, I’d forgotten about our dynamic. Our true dynamic. The fact that my brother was being held in a dark basement in the Club, that in reality, I was Bolt’s prisoner.

  The only thing that buzzed around in my head was how sexy Bolt looked working in my cafe. How tonight we were going to share a bed again. How I could get used to seeing him around.

  What was wrong with me?

  “Hurry up, we need to get back to the Clubhouse. I have a meeting to attend,” he grumbled when I was closing up. Everyone was gone, we were alone again, and the truth was it felt good to be around him. Did he feel the same way? Did he even notice me? I wished I could read his mind, but Bolt was like a solid vault.

  “You’re going to have to spend some time with Sophie while I’m at the meeting,” Bolt said when we walked into the Clubhouse.

  The funny thing was that by now, it had stopped feeling like a strange place. People recognized me and they didn’t have that same threatening look on their faces as before. Maybe it was because Chip had given the MC the information they needed, but I had a feeling Bolt had something to do with it too. Had he told people to get off my back?

  “I had fun with her last time,” I said as we walked toward the bar together. I wasn’t lying. As different as Sophie had seemed to me at first, I’d quickly realized we got along just fine.

  Also, the idea of keeping busy while Bolt worked seemed good. We spent so much time together now that I felt like I’d miss him if I didn’t have him around.

  “Looks like you have to babysit me again,” I said to Sophie. She nodded at Bolt and smiled at me.

  “I’ll be glad for your company,” she replied. I glanced at Bolt and caught his eye as he was walking away. I wished I could say something as we parted ways, but the truth was, this was a working relationship. Not a personal one. Neither was this supposed to be a friendship.

  The bar was busy as usual, and Sophie continued to work. This time, I didn’t need her to tell me what to do. I started cleaning glasses while she served the drinks.

  I could feel eyes on me as I worked. Maybe they weren’t going to give me such a hard time anymore, but people around here were still going to keep an eye on me.

  “How are you today?” Sophie asked, when she finally had a moment to breathe.

  “Better, I think.”

  “Yeah, I heard you got to talk to your brother.”

  “He’s doing okay. As okay as he possibly could be in his situation.”

  Sophie nodded. She was in a tight red dress today with a neck that plunged deep, opening up her cleavage. I was wearing just jeans and a regular blouse. Nothing fancy. I felt severely underdressed around Sophie, but I liked her. Despite the circumstances, she treated me as a friend.

  “Yeah, your brother’s got himself into pretty big trouble around here.”

  “And I’m surprised nobody’s attacking me. Not outrightly anyway.”

  “Nobody’s going to do anything to you while Bolt still has you under his wing,” Sophie said.

  I started stacking the glasses away and she turned to me. She was studying me. “For whatever reason, I can see he’s protective of you.”

  My heart was racing. She was confirming something I had hoped for. Did Bolt like me? I couldn’t ask her that. It would be stupid.

  “He’s protecting me because he needs to keep me safe and away from the cops. I’m just a prisoner to him.”

  She shrugged.

  “Maybe so, but he could’ve just locked you up in a room somewhere. Instead, he’s given you free rein here. He accompanies you to work.”

  What was she trying to say? I gulped nervously.

  “I am grateful to him for it. I know I’ve acted like a bitch. I can see now the kind of damage Chip has done to the Club.”

  Sophie sighed. “I’m glad you see that. Not many outsiders will actually get it. All they see is a bunch of rough bikers who drink a lot and get into fights with each other.”

  She was right. That was the way I first viewed this place too. But it hadn’t taken me long to see the other side of it. That people really looked out for each other in this place. These guys were good friends. They respected each other. They especially respected Bolt.

  “Does he have a lot of responsibilities around here?” I asked.

  “Who? Bolt? Well, yeah. He’s the Sergeant of Arms. He has a lot to think about and plans to make.”

  “So why is he wasting his time with me? Like you said, he could’ve just locked me up somewhere or had someone else watch me.”

  I wanted Sophie to say it. I wanted to hear it from someone else—that there was a possibility Bolt liked me. That he wanted to keep me safe. That, just maybe, he liked spending time with me too.

  But Sophie wasn’t going to fall for that. I wasn’t going to be able to put words in her mouth.

  “He’s just being cautious. I don’t know why Bolt does the things he does, but I trust him to know what he’s doing. You should too.”

  A guy came up to the counter and Sophie had to attend to him. With the glasses done, I started working on cleaning the counters and the floor. I saw the way Sophie interacted with these people. They joked with her; there was a lot of open flirting, but it was harmless. Sophie enjoyed it—I could tell.

  As different as it was from the world I lived in, this was where Sophie wanted to be.

  Did I want to be here too? In all these years, with the losses I faced, including the loss of connection with my brother, I’d never actually felt like I belonged anywhere. Now, if we lost our house, I wouldn’t even belong there.

  Maybe that was the reason I liked being around Bolt; because I had someone to look after me. Someone I could potentially look after too.

  “Hey! Sweetheart! Beer.” A man was calling out to me over the counter. I put away the mop and grabbed a beer for him. I suddenly realized that I was fitting in here. It didn’t feel like a strange place to me anymore, and it was all because Bolt made me feel right at home.

  Another sleepless night was spent sharing the same bed as Bolt. After the meeting, we came up to the bedroom. We talked a little, but he said he was sleepy and I should sleep too.

  As he slept at the other end of the bed, I couldn’t help but stay awake and listen to him breathing. I wanted to be able to move closer to him, touch him, have him touch me. I wanted to ask what that kiss had meant to him. Would he kiss me again? Did he think it was a mistake?
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  It didn’t feel like a mistake anymore.

  The next day at work in the cafe, he put on the white apron without me nudging him to do so. Silently, he worked at the coffee machine, making espressos whenever he was asked to.

  All eyes were on him at my cafe, the way all eyes were on me at his Clubhouse. But while I felt self-conscious, Bolt didn’t even seem to notice that people were watching him.

  “Hot friend. Does he talk though?” Carol, one of my baristas, asked me. She was staring at Bolt while he made another espresso, this time, for himself.

  “No, he’s not much of a talker.”

  “Pity. I’d have a lot to say to him,” she said, biting her lip. I rolled my eyes, trying to make light of the situation. Secretly, I was a little jealous. I was beginning to realize I didn’t love the idea of other women hitting on him. I wanted him all to myself—as ridiculous as that idea was.

  At the end of the day, once the place was empty and I’d closed up the cafe, I asked him if I could go up to the apartment again.

  “I need to pack a fresh set of clothes. I’m also craving my favorite shampoo,” I said.

  “I’ll come with you,” he said, in that deep sexy voice.

  We went upstairs. Having him in my apartment once again sent shudders down my spine. He seemed so big in here, like he took up too much space.

  Slowly, I started collecting the things I thought I’d need in my bag. Bolt stood in the middle of the apartment, hands stuck deep in his pockets, watching me like a hawk.

  I could have told him to give me some privacy, but the fact was that I’d started enjoying having his eyes on me. I looked up at him, our eyes met, but he didn’t look away.

  “You’ll have to spend the night with Sophie.”

  “Behind the bar? Do you have another meeting?”

  “Maybe for longer this time. No, it’s not a meeting. I have to go somewhere.”

  I was standing at the edge of my single bed. My bag was open in front of me, but I stared up at him now.

  “Go where?”

  He glared at me bitingly. I thought he was going to tell me to mind my own business.

  “We’re raiding the Silver Knights tonight.”

  “Raiding them?”

  “To get back the shipment Chip dropped off.”

  My brows furrowed as I considered that for a moment.

  “You’re just planning on going in there and demanding it?”

  “We’ll have to steal it back.”

  “Is that going to be dangerous?” I asked.

  Bolt clenched his jaws.

  “I guess it will be. It’s not like they’ll give it up willingly,” he replied.

  My heart was beating fast in my chest. I shouldn’t have cared, but I knew I did. I gulped and took a step in his direction.

  “What is going to happen tonight, Bolt? Are you going to get hurt?”

  He stood where he was, looking squarely at me.

  “The point is to try and not get hurt, but it’s a possibility.”

  My throat had gone dry. I couldn’t fathom the details of a raid like this. What would it entail? How dangerous could it get?

  “Will you come back in one piece?”

  I had drawn even closer to him now and Bolt was watching me.

  “I can’t guarantee you anything, Cassie. If something happens to me, there will be other people to look after you.”

  “I’m not thinking about me at the moment!” I said.

  He took a step toward me and before I knew it I was in his arms. He was holding me strongly. His grip was tight on my hips. His blue eyes searched mine. My lips were parted. I was looking up at him pleadingly. I wanted him to tell me he would take care of himself. That he’d come back to me again at the end of the night.

  “Bolt…” I whispered his name in a heavy whisper and he held me close.

  “Shhh…” His voice took over my senses and then his tongue was in my mouth. I felt it with a shudder. Taking hold of me. Possessing me.

  He moved against me, pushing me back up against the wall of my room. My hands were all over him, tugging at his jacket, his shirt and his belt. Our kiss was hungry this time. Desperate.

  Had he been thinking about it too? Was this what he wanted?

  I was breathless with desire. Wet between my legs. While he kissed me, I felt his hand roughly part my thighs. He was pushing his hand down the front of my jeans and I gasped.

  I pulled away from the kiss to stare into his eyes. His hand—warm and big and possessive—found my pussy. He had his jaws tightly clenched. His eyes were focused on me.

  “You’re fuckin’ driving me crazy,” he growled.

  I had no idea what he meant by that. Was he mad at me? Did he want me to stop? I didn’t know what I was doing. Then his fingers plunged into me and I felt him inside. I clung to him, feeling weak and overwhelmed.

  This was what I wanted. From the first moment he lifted me up, when our eyes met. I wanted him to fuck me.

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  Bolt

  My fingers were inside Cassie’s deliciously moist pussy and I wanted more. She was pinned to the wall, exactly where I wanted her, and my hand moved swiftly inside her jeans.

  Her juicy body was wrapped up with mine. I could feel every curve, every roll of her flesh move. She clung to me. I could feel her nails digging into my biceps and back. She had her neck stretched backwards, her face up to the ceiling. Her eyes were closed shut.

  I stared at her face as my fingers plunged in and out of her. She had long fairy-like eyelashes. Her lips were juicy pink and she was biting the lower one. The tops of her cheeks were red. I could see that even in the low light of her small apartment.

  In that moment, she was fuckin’ mine.

  “You’re going to come for me,” I growled. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me. It wasn’t fear I saw in her eyes now. What was it? Desire? Admiration? She was going nowhere. Not till I felt her come.

  My thumb found her clit, which I stroked and teased. Cassie gasped, falling on me, going limp a little while I fucked her with my fingers. She leaned her chin on my shoulder, and the next moment, I felt her tongue on my ear. She was tasting me, exploring the shape of my ear. Her sticky, darling tongue. I turned my head to take her mouth into mine again.

  She moaned and I stroked her clit with my thumb harder.

  “Oh God!” she groaned against my mouth and I knew she was close to coming.

  “Good girl. Give me what I want,” I said gruffly, and my fingers thrust in and out of her, filling her up. She was tight. So juicy and wet. Her nails dug deeper into my back and I knew she was going to come.

  She screamed my name as she shuddered against me. I could feel the stickiness of her fluids. I didn’t stop fucking her. In and out. So deep inside her. She had her eyes pressed shut again and she was so beautiful. I stared at her angelic face as she came all over my hand.

  When her body started to relax, I gave her clit one final rub and she shuddered before I pulled my hand out. Cassie was out of breath, staring at me with her mouth open as I wiped my glistening hand on my jeans. I wanted to be able to smell her all night long.

  “Water,” I said and walked away from her. At the sink in her small open-plan kitchen, I filled a glass from the faucet. I didn’t even fuck her with my cock yet, and it already felt like the best lay of my life. It was like I could watch her come forever. Just that beautiful face. That sexy body.

  I emptied the water down my throat and when I turned, Cassie was standing behind me.

  “It’s your turn to come for me,” she said in a low voice. I watched her speak, her sexy mouth move. Without a word, I put the glass down in the sink and started undoing my belt.

  She gulped as she watched me.

  “Take off your fuckin’ clothes and get down on your knees,” I said. Her hands fumbled as she hurried to take off her jeans. They fell down to her ankles. I saw the bright pink triangle of her thong. Then she pulled away her blouse. Matching lace bra.
/>   “All your clothes,” I said.

  My jeans came down and her eyes fell on my cock. I stroked it, trying to tame it. My cock throbbed wildly for her. To be inside her.

  She took off her thong and bra. Now Cassie was completely naked in front of me and I’d never seen a more delicious body before. Full breasts. Big butt, chunky thighs.

  “Knees,” I commanded, and Cassie did as she was told.

  She got down on her knees, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. My cock was rock hard and ready for her. I moved toward her and she parted her mouth. Like she knew exactly what I wanted from her. I wanted to feel her tongue on me. Sucking me off.

  I thrust my cock into her, sliding into her warm small tight mouth. Heaven. This felt better than I imagined. This was perfect.

  She grabbed my balls with one hand, stroking and fondling them as she sucked me. I clutched her hair, holding her head in place as she brought me close to the edge. My cock filled her mouth. She gagged when I pushed too deep. I couldn’t stop myself from being rough with her, but it seemed like what she wanted.

  I knew I was about to come so pulled out.

  I needed to empty myself inside her. I needed to fill her up. Feel her body against mine. Grabbing her by her shoulders, I lifted her up. I whipped her around, wrapping an arm around her waist.

  Cassie moaned and whispered my name.

  Her bare back was shaped like an hourglass. Her butt shook as I squeezed. With one hand on my cock, I thrust myself inside her and she cried out. I slowed down, suddenly worried it was too much for her. She’d clearly never been with a guy like me before. She’d never been roughly handled like this before.

  She clutched my arm.

  “Don’t stop, please, Bolt, don’t stop. Take me,” she hissed.

  I thrust deeper into her. I could feel the deepest part of her. So soft and warm. So tight. She hadn’t been claimed by many others. I could feel that. She was mine now.

  I plowed into her with force and our breaths got heavy. Not for long. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I needed to release. Explode.