Topaz: Book 8 of the Steel MC Montana Charter

by Michel Prince

  The landscape flew by them as he watched in the distance for the ranch to emerge.

  How could he have ended up here in his life? On track to be SWAT to a member of a fucking motorcycle club. The Steels were a closer brotherhood than the boys in blue, but riding bitch behind Freaky had him needing distance. This just wasn’t what he had in mind with his life. This was stupid. He’d been beaten and degraded in front of a woman, who could never see him as a man now, by a derelict group of men. He wanted his revenge and wanted it in front of Topaz.

  No matter what they had shared briefly in a moment of fear and relief, or her calm now there was no way, she hadn’t been effected. He wanted to be the one to show her the justice she deserved. Their lives interrupted, it didn’t matter that they had broken through a barrier telling her story to him in a cabin set to blow was not the way she should have unburdened herself.

  It didn’t matter his aversion for explosives, when they got back he was going to talk to Brick and see if there was a way to bomb the shit out of ACT UP and get rid of them completely. The motherfucker loves blowing up mouse like vole holes after Creature and Bailey chased the rodents into their hiding place. The ACT UP assholes couldn’t be much different.

  12

  It was early evening when they arrived in Turnabout. Topaz had been right, it had been a little over an hour from St. Xavier to Turnabout Creek, or at least the Ranch where Red was raised now housing the Steels. Rolling past Maggie, Red’s mother’s, home at the front of the ranch, they passed the rescue trailer and back further into the compound where the clubhouse sat like a pot of gold at the end of a very long rainbow.

  For her, she got hugs and kisses from the women as she dismounted and checked on Mountain’s other passenger. His focus completely on getting the kitten a saucer of milk.

  “Come on Spot, let’s get you something for that tummy.” His massive hand delicately holding the mewing cat who seemed a bit upset to not still be riding. More than once on the ride Mountain had to reach into his jacket to tuck the wild child back in his pocket because the kitten seemed to like the wind in her whiskers.

  “Spot?” Topaz laughed a bit.

  Mountain shrugged. “I think there’s a reason Cass didn’t ask me what to name Maddox.”

  “How’s your pocket?” she asked and peeked inside.

  “Dry thankfully,” he said, then stepped inside the compound with a few women following the kitten more than him.

  In a way, she felt sorry for Mountain. The Hoez accepted him as a Steel, but having not patched in fully, there was a consensus among them to keep a wide berth. The Roadkillers were twisted and fucked up and Mountain had left before the MC had been taken down and even though he had been vouched for by Free the Hoez never gave more than a night or two with the man. Still he’d accepted their ways for a long time and she wondered if that was why Red was holding back the full patch.

  When she turned to see Onyx, his return had a very different reaction. Club members degrading the man for riding bitch behind Freaky. Although his eyes were narrowed, he was taking the ribbing well, waving his hands toward him in the ‘come on, get it all out’ style.

  “Exactly how nervous are you about Dreamer finding out?” one man said.

  “Freaky, know you like pitchin’ like that before you hopped on the back of his bike? Or was he promising you a game of catch that had you hoppin’ on like a school girl?” Another said.

  “Good one,” Onyx replied. “Ya’ll done?”

  “It may be months,” Hack said then extended his hand to pull the man into a hug. “Red’s gonna want to have a sit down with the two of you soon. You gonna be good?”

  “Trust me whatever these assholes say is nothing to me.”

  Hack gave Onyx an understanding look. His native blood had the ACT UP assholes telling him to go back to his country, assuming he was Hispanic and not from the Crow nation. They’d called him things, thrown shit at his bike as he rode through town. Most, he shook off, but once they had tossed a bottle at him when Preacher Girl was on the back. From the tales, because he’d never share, but Preacher Girl had. The attack was stealth, brutal and calculated. No one spoke of whether or not the men lived. Unless you were on disposal duty, the less who knew the better.

  Topaz watched Onyx swing his leg over the bike and dismounted easily. The limp he sported she hoped was a mix of the road and not something worse. His eyes trained on her like a predator to prey. The one track mind she hoped they were sharing as he marched over to Topaz, catching her upper arm and pulled.

  Dragging her beside him, he continued through the large room that housed the club while they ate, entertained themselves and drank booze all night long. A few people approached him, but his face must have said it all and they backed away. They were a mix of fear and knowing smiles which confused her a bit.

  “Which one is yours?” he asked, his voice deep and commanding.

  Now, it was her in the lead, taking him down the hallway to the room in the corner where she lived. Her home, her sanctuary in a way. When he reached to turn the knob and found it unlocked the way she left it a few days ago. There was no reason for her to expect anything but her normal mess of a room. The compound was sacred ground. A place where you and yours were safe.

  Stepping inside, she reached to pick up discarded clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper.

  “Don’t,” he ordered, closing her door with his foot, then reaching back to lock it, before stepping close and grasping her wrist.

  “What are you doing?” Topaz breathed as his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her close. Her heart beating erratically in her chest and heat crept through her body.

  Leaning down, he took her lips with his own. Claiming her in a way she hadn’t expected but very much wanted.

  “You will never ride another man’s bike,” he stated as if a law had been passed. “Do you understand me?”

  “That’s not your choice,” she replied knowing she couldn’t just give him what she wanted. Not that easily. Women in the Montana charter claimed their men. Not the other way around.

  The fire in his eyes intensified. “You behind Mountain made me want to kill.”

  “There was only one pussy Mountain was thinking about on that ride.” Twisting her hand, she took hold of his wrist and brought his hand to her juncture. “This wasn’t it.”

  His fingers began to rub through the denim of her jeans. Igniting a fire between her thighs.

  “This pussy on the other hand,” she replied, her voice laced with desire. “She was getting all tuned up wishing she was between you and Freaky.”

  “I think Dreamer might have a few thoughts on that,” he growled. “In fact, I have a thought on that too.”

  “Do you now?” she questioned as his fingers unzipped her jeans and popped the top button. “Not into sharing?”

  “Not really.”

  “Guess my jealousy for Free living with you and Hollywood was misplaced.”

  “Are you a woman who needs more than one man?” he asked, his fingers stilling at the top of her sex.

  The bundle of nerves in her clit screaming to feel the thick digits. Have him rub it between his index finger and thumb before plunging inside her. “No,” she replied wondering if her teasing of multiple partners had been to pull a man in or to create a barrier.

  One where there couldn’t be true intimacy. Not really, with more than one partner how could you focus on one? Really be with them? When she’d first came to Montana, there were only three members and Cass had been her choice, falling in with him. Then finally pulling in the Hoez, she’d rolled up from New Mexico with. When Lil’ Mama arrived and he was head over heels for the woman there was no love lost because none had ever been found or allowed to be discovered.

  “Another woman?” he asked.

  A spike of envy stabbed her heart. Normally, she’d be all for calling Porsche, Lyna or Zoe in. All of them were more than happy to join a party and had some mad tongue trick
s that could set a girl for months. But Onyx, no, she’d finally tasted his kiss. Felt how his cock stretched her core and rode an orgasm better than she’d ever known. “You don’t want me to ride another bike,” she countered feeling the need to claim the man standing inches from her body. With a hard clutch to his swollen manhood she held tight, making sure to wrap as much of him in her palm as she could through his jeans. “This only parks in one place.”

  “One?” he questioned.

  As his fingers slipped between her folds, her every imagination realized as he stimulated her clit between his fingers stirring wet heat inside her core. His mouth dropped to her lips and tongue slid inside, curling upward making her want him inside her with every part.

  “Only one.”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Pity, because that mouth of yours—"

  “I didn’t say how you got in the garage as long as it’s the same garage.” Topaz’s heart beat wildly in her chest as possibilities warmed openings in her body and her mouth watered imagining the taste of his cum on her tongue.

  She’d rolled with the Steels for nearly a decade now and never once even tried to claim a man and here she was, cock in hand with him stroking her pussy to the point of full on stimulation as their eyes stayed locked. Breathing heavy as the clock ticked loudly in her head. Praying somewhere, somehow he would agree. In the past, men had said they wanted her to be exclusive, to them. Never promising the same or even indicating it would be an option. This was different.

  Onyx was different.

  The strokes of his fingers slowed and slipped from inside her. Heart clenching from the rejection about to happen, like a skid out where all she could do was let the roadway strip off her clothes, skin and muscle leaving her bare, exposed and wounded.

  Possibly for life.

  “We’ve been gone for days,” he said slipping off his coat and laying it on the desk in her room.

  Topaz stared at him. Unmoving. Her pants splayed open at the top where his fingers had played in the soft channel of her body. He wanted to claim her. Needed to in so many ways, but what would that life truly be for her? Twice, his leg had failed her, by getting stuck or not giving him the leverage needed to take on an attacker. He wasn’t whole in body. Hell, without her he couldn’t be whole in his heart or soul.

  “What just happened?” Topaz’s voice cracked. “You said—”

  “I know what I said,” he spat, the angry side of him coming out. The hurt, vulnerable side he feared. “The thought of you with another man makes my blood boil. Shit, another woman if there were feelings involved.”

  “I suck at this whole claiming thing, having never done it before, but I’m pretty sure that’s a sign you want it.”

  “My body is broken Topaz,” he said.

  “I know we should get Red to check—”

  “Not from them,” he replied and limped to her king size bed debating whether to sit down or drop trou right now and have her fully see him. What was left anyway because from the moment he woke in the hospital and was unable to turn and get out of bed— he’d been defeated.

  Fighting back, learning all he could through physical therapy to try to be a man, but right now he knew there was an eighty percent chance the stinging he felt was an ulceration where his leg had been rubbing. The pills he needed for the infection already there would need to be replaced and a part of him wished Topaz were a pill popper, so he could get some good class A drugs to knock him out.

  Instead, his stupid ass tried to claim a woman over jealousy and playground shit.

  Topaz unbuttoned his jeans and began to inch down the denim.

  He caught her chin in his hand worried she was about to do more once as she lowered the pants. “We both need to wash this shit off us,” he said a bit more commanding than even he’d expected.

  Looking up at him, her bright blues blinking as a soft pout formed on her bottom lip.

  “I want you,” he said still holding her chin in the palm of his hand, her body lowered before him practically to waist level. “Never doubt that. You are not the reason I’m not answering yes. With me, it would be—”

  “I think I’ve proven I can handle difficult.”

  “You haven’t truly seen me.” He swallowed back his outrage. “In the truck, I saw you, but you didn’t see me.”

  “The cabin showed me everything I needed to see when it comes to you Dallas.” His given name flowed from her lips like warm honey.

  “How will I shower? It was stupid for me to come here. I need—” Fire raged in his chest as he turned away.

  Topaz stood in front of him and forced him to look at her with a yank of his chin with her hand. “Let me,” she stated simply. Releasing his chin she went to the desk where a wooden chair sat as she placed it in the shower stall of her bathroom.

  His heart yearned for her to understand. “It will ruin—”

  She held her hand up to silence him. “Then I’ll buy a new chair and next time, we’ll shower at your house. Or with the chair you use, but right now, it will serve a purpose.”

  Walking toward him she knelt, unlacing his boots and removing first is right one, then turning her eyes toward him while holding the heel of his left.

  “Anything special I need to do?” she asked while making sure the laces were as loose as his other boot had been.

  He shook his head as she twisted the boot slightly, then slipped it from his prosthetic foot. Setting it next to the one from his right before sliding off his socks. He hissed and turned his head the vinyl covered titanium limb was now exposed. She tugged on his pants, her thumb latching under the waistband of his boxers to bring them down with his pants and once they were to his knee, he sat on the bed as she shucked the last of his jeans off, then stood.

  “Shirt?” she asked, “Unless you’re planning on showering in that too? Come on baby, strip for me.”

  His brows quirked as he stripped of his t-shirt, once white now a mix of brown, rust and black. Disgusted again, at the situation he sat bare before her.

  “Is it because I forgot the music?” she said then stepped over to a small radio and flipped on a smooth R and B song.

  KC and Jo-Jo serenaded the dance she performed to All My Life. Thumbs locking into her beltloops as she inched down her own jeans, bending so her ass was on full display for him and back arched.

  There was no hiding his desire for her, his cock thickened at the sight.

  Her eyes cut to his lap and a smile curled on her lips before she toed off her own boots. Quickly, her shirt was removed.

  His hands reached out to cup her breasts. Reaching around the back of her as she rested her elbows on his shoulders and dropped her lips to his. The kiss, slow and as sensual as the song while his fingers popped the latch on her bra. Their mouths fusing, deepening the embrace as her right knee rested on his thigh and pushed toward his hip. Her exposed sex calling to him, even though they were not yet one. Instead, his hands were smoothing down her back and her nipples perked against his chest.

  “We need to shower,” he said pulling back, uncomfortable with his own filth. Sure, his dried blood and sweat were coating his body.

  Topaz stood, spun and turned on the spray.

  “Don’t you want me in there before you start that?” he asked.

  “So you can freeze from the icy water?” she retorted. “No, you need me to help you in I’m good with that, but I’m not going to have you sitting in there shivering.”

  He reached down, recognizing he had never taken his leg off in front of a woman, well not one who wasn’t wearing scrubs. Definitely not one he’d been intimate or wanted to be intimate with. With a pop, he broke the seal of his prosthetic and set his leg on the bed.

  Topaz’s eye stayed fixed on him before she knelt again and rolled down the sleeve over his stump slowly. A thin layer of skin peeling away to reveal a bad ulcer on the end and inflamed skin where the sleeve had held tight for too long.

  “Let’s get you washed up and the
n I’ll have Red come take care of this properly.” Topaz placed his hand on her shoulder as if she could actually bear his weight. And as if they’d done it a thousand times before she shifted him into her shower and on the chair. Grabbing a fresh loofah from the drawer by her sink, she stepped back in the shower and straddled his leg as if he were about the get the best lap dance ever.

  Instead, she squeezed a little soap on the porous sponge and started at the top of his head. Taking care when he hissed then scrubbing hard when she could. The smell of summer strawberries permeated the shower, while big enough barely for the two of them, she found a way to move around.

  Scrubbing his back, he spied the pink poof she probably used on herself. He snagged it and the soap. When she came back around, he was going to tend to her.

  When she faced him again, he began rubbing the poof, creating bubbles on her taut stomach and her deceptively luscious thighs.

  “Hey,” she said lifting his chin with her finger right as the poof glided between her thighs. “You first,” she insisted. “Then you can rub, tug, lick, flip and do whatever you think necessary to get me clean.”

  A smile curled through his whole body as the loofah dropped before him again and surrounded his cock. The strokes had his head lolling back as the warm water mixed with the strange sensation of the sponge. When her hand rested on his thigh the sensation around his dick changed to one, while still warm, was no longer sponge like.

  Her lips glided down his shaft as she sucked him deep into her throat. While one hand helped balance her, the other tugged on his balls. Massaging the mounds in his sack as his fingers ran through her wet hair.

  He wondered if she ever had long hair. Surely, at one time. Damned, if he didn’t want a fist full of it in his fingers. Her mouth created a rhythm, up and down. Her fingers tightening and when she pulled lightly on his sack, his body tightened ready to explode as he held on as long as he could. Tapping the back of Topaz’s neck in warning only tripped her into harder suction as her cheeks and tongue swaddled his cock.