Leather and Chrome (Royal Bastards MC: Detroit, MI Book 2)

by Shannon Youngblood

  “Bye sis,” he said, hanging up with me.

  I placed my own phone back on my night stand and threw myself back onto the bed. I wanted to ignore my incessant need to find out who this man was, but I knew it was never going to happen.

  At just before four, I drifted off into a dreamless state with my resolve firm. I would find out who Chrome was, put this issue to rest and move on with my life.

  I jumped into a hot shower and got ready for another day of leather under my fingers. Normally, working in my field brought me solace and calm, but this morning I knew I would be filled with nervous and anxious energy. When I made it downstairs, Hodge hadn’t made it in, and I sighed as I made a pot of coffee.

  While I waited for it to brew, I checked on my messages, and swiped up the notes Hodge had left for me. One in particular caught my eye and I scanned it quickly and thoroughly. It was from Silver, and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me.

  Hodge and Silver had made an appointment for Chrome to come in today to discuss the things their BDSM club needed. I checked my watch. It was just before nine, which meant I had two hours until our appointment. I poured myself a cup of coffee, scribbled a quick note to Hodge to open up without me and I ran up the stairs.

  There was no way in hell I was going to meet with Chrome wearing a white tank top, cut off shorts, my hair a mess, and no makeup. I had no intentions of dolling myself up for the biker, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to look a raggedy mess. My brain told me I was getting ready and needed to look professional, but another part of me, the part I wanted to desperately ignore, told me I was doing this strictly for Chrome. That part of me was a bitch and I hated her.

  After my hot shower, I towel dried my hair and put it into two long braids that trailed down my back. I loved my black hair more than any other part of my body. I hadn’t gotten it cut more than a slight trim in over fifteen years, and it had gotten long enough at one point that I sat on it more often than not.

  I didn’t put on a full face of makeup, as I knew I would just sweat it off when I got to actually working, but a little bit of foundation, eyeliner, and a swipe of mascara went a long way. I contemplated some lipstick, but the last thing I needed to do was draw attention to my lips.

  You know you would love it if he kissed you. My inner bitch sneered at me. She wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I didn’t need to think about that.

  I decided on a fitted black t-shirt with a slightly lower v-neck and low rise blue jeans, both of which would complement my black boots. I took one final look in the mirror and finished off my coffee. It was ten thirty and Chrome would be here in about thirty minutes. I needed to mentally prepare myself for the visit. I didn’t know if Chrome planned on picking up where we had left off last night, or if this was to be strictly professional, but either way, I was ready to throw up my emotional armor. The last thing I needed was this biker to worm his way into my heart. He was already taking up way too much space in my thoughts.

  I headed downstairs with fifteen minutes to spare and checked up on Hodge to see if I had missed anything in the few hours I had been getting ready. My apprentice was hard at work and I couldn’t help but marvel at his natural skill and ability. He really would make an excellent addition to my team once he was fully trained up.

  “What’s going on boss lady?” Hodge asked.

  “I have an appointment with Chrome in about ten minutes to discuss some new items the club needs. You need anything from me?”

  “Nah,” he shrugged me off. “I’m just working on the last item in this order for the Lagardia MC, and I’ll move on to some items for that new order that came in from Jersey.”

  “Sounds good,” I responded. “When he gets here, send him into the back office.”

  I didn’t want to be behind the counter when he showed up. I wanted to be in my office, on my own turf. Chrome was a biker, and he understood turf better than most people. I hoped being in my own space would give me the fortitude I needed to handle this meeting. I couldn’t let this man see me sweat. If he smelled even an ounce of fear or lust on me, I knew I would be a goner.

  I woke up later than I had wanted, but I knew I needed the sleep. Today was going to be a mixture of both interesting, entertaining, and irritating. I had a meeting in an hour with Cameron to discuss the new items for the club. I was highly looking forward to the interaction after the way we had left things at the bar the night before.

  After that, I had some business to deal with back at the clubhouse, and tonight we had an event downstairs in the dungeon. Since Silver was away down in New Orleans, it was up to me to make sure things ran smoothly. I wasn’t necessarily worried about the club, I had run these nights so many times in the past. I was more concerned for what Silver might find down in NOLA.

  I shook my head to rid myself of my wayward thoughts. There would be so many people down there for the summit, that the last thing I needed to do was worry about my secret coming to light. I couldn’t help it though, and nervous, anxious energy swarmed through my veins.

  “Knock it the fuck off Chrome,” I scolded myself. I needed to get ready for my meeting with Cameron, and I had every intention of injecting myself into her mind even more so than I had done last night. I wanted her in my bed, screaming out my name, and I wasn’t going to stop until that was more than just a fantasy inside of my fucked up brain.

  It was a high probability that TBone wasn’t going to like it, but that was just too Goddamn bad. His sister was a grown ass woman and could make whatever choices she wanted. I only hoped she wanted me in the most satisfying and carnal ways possible.

  Cameron’s shop was only fifteen minutes from headquarters, so I took a few moments to polish my bike up a little bit before I hit the road. It needed a full overall cleaning, and when I got back, I decided that was the first thing I was going to do.

  I had been given the name Chrome because of my obsession with having a bike you could see yourself in at every moment of every day. It also applied to my cold, rotting heart. A chrome surface resisted corrosion, making it suitable for use in harsh environments, and the thought of love was indeed a harsh environment. Not something I wanted or needed.

  I had been happy for Silver when he had found Lacey, and had fallen in love, but that was not something I ever envisioned for myself. My duty was to the club, and every second of my life needed to be spent protecting the RBMC and my secrets. I had no time for anything else, and that was that.

  At the thought of love, my brain popped up an image of Cameron. I shook it away immediately. I wanted her underneath me, and that was it.

  Sure, Chrome. Keep telling yourself that.

  With a growl, I threw my polishing rag to the floor and hopped on my bike. I would show my brain who was boss around here, and newsflash, it was me. As soon as I had my way with Cameron, a few times if I could, I would put her out of my mind and move on with my life.

  I pulled up to Cameron’s shop with only a minute to spare. I knew she could hear the rumble of my bike, so I waited five minutes just to put her on edge. I internally chuckled at my diabolical nature. I loved pressing buttons, and for whatever reason, pushing Cam’s was even better.

  I opened the door to the shop, the bell alerting the staff to my presence.

  “Hey Chrome,” Hodge, Cam’s apprentice greeted me. “You know she doesn’t like when people are late.”

  I shrugged.

  Hodge laughed and pointed to the back room. “She’s in her office and she’s expecting you. Gird your loins.”

  “That’s not what I plan on doing with my loins,” I whispered under my breath.

  Like a man on a mission, I made my way to the back, knocking lightly before entering. Cam sat behind her desk, an unamused look on her face. She was not happy with me. Perfect.

  “Our appointment started six minutes ago, Chrome.”

  “Got held up,” I said by way of excuse, shrugging and sitting in the chair directly in front of me.

  “Bullshit. I hear
d you pull up, Chrome,” she seethed.

  Her feisty, hellcatish ways made my dick hard, and the thought of bending her over the desk was delicious. Something I intended doing as soon as I could.

  “Must have been a different biker, Angel.”

  At the use of my nickname for her, Cam’s cheeks turned a very subtle shade of pink, and I grinned inwardly. So, I was having an affect on her. Good.

  I watched as she took a brief moment to collect her thoughts and ignore my statement.

  “Silver said you had some new items you needed?” She asked, pulling out an order sheet and a pen.

  “There is definitely something, I want from you.” I responded, my eyes lowered, my voice dropping into a subtle bass. There were things the club needed, sure, but this was far more fun.

  “Chrome,” Cam warned, her cheeks turning an ever deeper shade.

  “What?” I asked innocently.

  “Business,” she said pointedly.

  Okay. New plan. Discuss business as quickly as possible, and then press buttons. I could do that. Although, I could probably push some while we talked.

  “Fine. We need at least four new floggers. Braided if you can do it,” I started, knowing full well she could.

  “If I can do it? Are you trying to insult me?” Cam spat back, clearly unhappy with my backhanded insult.

  I shrugged, “We also need a few pieces of the furniture reupholstered. You’ll need to come by for measurements.” Cam nodded, knowing there was no way we would try and haul some of the pieces out of the dungeon.

  “Anything else?” She asked, her eye glued to her order sheet, scribbling away.

  “Two new cuts,” I added.

  Cam looked up.

  “Is he finally getting one?” Cam asked, hope and pride evident on her delectable face. I couldn’t help but shrug again as an answer. TBone had certainly earned his cut, and it was time to patch him in.

  When I didn’t verbally answer her, she squinted at me before training her eyes back on her writing.

  “That it?” She asked.

  “No.”

  “Ok?” She looked up, perplexed.

  “I need something from you as well,” I answered, stepping my toe into uncharted territory.

  “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” She asked sarcastically.

  “A pair of leather cuffs,” I smiled.

  Cam’s mouth opened, and she dropped her pen on the desk. It only took a moment for her to recover, but I had made my intended mark.

  “And this is, uh, this is for the c-club?” She stumbled through her words.

  “No.”

  “For, uh, you?” She asked again.

  “Yes.”

  I knew my short responses were probably driving her crazy, but that was one hundred percent the point. Cam was absolutely mesmerizing while flustered. Her handwriting was shaky, and the few sections of creamy white skin I could see were splotchy with pink blush. I watched as her chest rose and fell heavily, the top of her tits matching the glow of her face.

  “Is that a problem?” I asked her.

  “N-no,” she replied. “No problem at all.”

  Cam ripped out the clubs order form and my own and slid them across the table for me to read through and sign for.

  “I presume Barnie paid our tab for last month?” I asked, etching my signature into each piece of paper.

  “He did,” she answered, slowly gaining her composure.

  “Excellent. Add these items on to the new tab,” I told her, pushing the clubs order form back to her. “And my order, well, why don’t you go ahead and tell me how much this is going to set me back and I’ll pay, personally.”

  When Cam looked up from the forms, there was no mistaking the way her pupils had dilated. There was more than just a little hint of lust, and I was going to snatch the opportunity to add a little bit more. When she didn’t answer I stood up and slowly circled around the desk, hunting my angel prey.

  “Angel,” I whispered. “How much are these custom leather handcuffs going to cost me?” I took a step with each word, slowly enunciating every syllable.

  “Umm, Umm,” she managed to mumble, her eyes following me, her body turning in the chair to face me, her arms resting on the arm rests, but her fingers clenched tightly to the ends.

  I bent down and placed my large hands over her wrists and gave the gentilest of squeezes. My body kept going, my mouth reaching her ear, partially covered by her long black braid.

  “Do you want to wear my cuffs, Angel?” I whispered, grabbing her earlobe in between my teeth, and biting gently. I could feel her body quaking in lust, and I planned on pushing her right to the edge.

  “N-n-n-o,” Cam mumbled.

  “You’re lying, Cameron. I can feel your heartbeat through your neck,” I cooed, pressing my lips to the very spot. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Her low throaty moan gave me just the answer I was looking for.

  Very carefully, I used my knee to separate her legs, my mouth still kissing and nibbling at her neck and down her collarbone. I squeezed her wrists a little bit tighter, pressing my knee into the soft flesh between her legs.

  “Tell me to stop, Angel. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

  Once again, Cameron moaned low and deep as I released one of her wrists and placed it on her knee. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, my fingers travelled up her thigh, desperate to feel her, even if it would be through her jeans.

  “Are you wet for me, Angel?” I whispered into her ear again.

  She didn’t respond, her head thrown back, her chest heaving right in front of my face.

  “Answer me,” I growled, shocking her just enough for her eyes to open and to latch on to mine. There was something there more than lust but I struggled to put my fingers on it.

  Quicker than a bolt of lightning, Cameron pushed her chair back and stood upright, almost sending me careening to the floor on my face.

  “You’ve got to go,” she whispered, her hand on the top of her heart.

  I slowly walked up to her, crowding her personal space once more.

  “Do you really want me to go?” I asked, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, slowly backing her up against the filing cabinets on the wall.

  “No. I mean yes. I mean--” Cam trailed off, unsure of what she wanted.

  “I’ll go under one condition,” I whispered leaning down, our faces almost touching. “I want to kiss an angel.”

  Without missing a beat, Cameron’s fingers were in my hair, her lips tangled with mine, her strawberry scent invading my nostrils. This was a brand of crack I’d never before tried, and I was quickly becoming addicted. There was no gentleness to our kiss, no subtle probing. Our tongues swirled together, our lips clashing in perfect unison.

  My fingers reached down to squeeze her ass, and without prompt, Cameron jumped up, my hands palming each luscious cheek. I pushed her gently against the cabinets, giving her nowhere to retreat, savagely staking my claim on her lips, but I couldn’t stop there.

  I pulled away, and ran my tongue down her neck, nibbling and sucking like a virgin schoolboy. I wanted to taste every inch of her body. I wanted her now. I grabbed her tight and swung her around to her desk, using one arm to hold up her body and the other arm to swipe the contents of her desk to the floor. I sat her down gently, never taking my mouth off of her neck.

  Like a man possessed, I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head in one swift movement. The swell of her heaving breasts were intoxicating, and I could feel my cock straining against my own zipper. I needed to fuck this woman, and I needed to do it now.

  With one hand, I reached around the back of her and collected both of her braids, tugging them forcefully, but not enough to hurt, and with the other I pulled down one cup of her bra, her tit popping out. A glimmer caught my eye and I looked up to see a devilish look in Cam’s eye.

  “Are my Angel’s nipples pierced?”

  I didn’t wait for an answer as my mouth descended
on the jewelry. I lightly bit the bar, pulling it ever so gently, my tongue coming out to flick the swollen nub. Her gasp of pleasure was enough to have me almost cum in my pants, but I kept it at bay.

  I could feel the ravenous beast inside of me pacing impatiently, desperately trying to be set free, but Cam was not ready for that. She might not ever be. I knew she was a tough cookie, but there was a difference between tough, and masochistic.

  I let go of her braids and her head snapped up to watch as I ran my hands around the front of her body to pull her other tit out of its confinement. I bit, licked, and sucked at one nipple and my fingers pinched, and squeezed the other. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Reaching around her, with deft fingers, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to the desk below. I didn’t want to stop my assault, but wanted nothing more than to see the magnificent creature in front of me. Taking a small step back, my eyes scanned her tight stomach, her perky breasts, and the blush on her cheeks, but nothing could prepare me for the emotions shining out of her eyes.

  An icy bucket of cold fear was dumped on me, and without a word, I marched to her office door as quickly as my feet could carry me, slamming it closed behind me.

  “Hey Chrome, Quick Ques--” I didn’t even bother to hear whatever Hodge wanted. I roared my bike to life and took off, leaving skid marks in my wake as I raced for the highway.

  There was more than lust in Cameron’s eyes. There was something deeper, and stronger, and I wanted no part of it. At the next light, I looked down to see my raging erection still trying to push through the thick material of my jeans. I was definitely going to be later than expected getting back to the clubhouse. I needed fresh air. I needed to ride.

  “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!” I screamed, frustrated tears streaming down my face. What in the actual fuck was my problem? As soon as Chrome walked around the desk I should have put a stop to his advances, but I couldn’t help it.

  There was no more denying it. I had been lying to myself for so long about Chrome. I knew he was an arrogant prick, and I knew he was a selfish bastard, but I had been crushing on him hard for so long, and living in such deep denial, I had fooled myself.