Loch: A Steel Paragons MC Novel

by Eve R. Hart

  “Is this what you need?” I asked as I ran the head of my cock through her soaked folds. I continued to torture her until she was writhing against me and clawing at my back.

  Just when I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, I thrust into her hard, filling her with all of me. She moaned as she pulled me to her lips. Our tongues tangled to the rhythm of our rocking bodies.

  “God, Rea, nothin’ feels as good as you,” I confessed to her. “I want to touch you, be inside of you, every second of every fuckin’ day.”

  “Oh, Nate, yes,” she chanted. I felt her walls tightening around me as I thrust into her harder. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

  Her legs wrapped around me tighter, urging me in deeper. One hand gripped hard on my back while the other fisted my hair. I loved how she clung onto me when I was inside of her. I looked down at her. Her hair was a wild mess and her eyes half open, staring into mine with a deep intensity. I felt her reach into my soul and I opened myself up to her will. I wanted to give her everything.

  Our bodies moved together like never before, a slow rhythmic pounding that was our own. Everything else washed away, and the only thing flowing through my head was my need for Reagan. It didn’t escape me that in that moment that I realized she was everything. She was my calm and my excitement. She was my first and last thoughts of the day and most in between. She was the blood that kept my heart beating and the pull that locked my planet into orbit. I wondered how I’d survived so long without her.

  “Nate…” her voice was soft and worrisome.

  “I’m here, baby. I’m right here with you.” I rested my forehead against hers, needing to touch her with every part of me that could.

  “Kiss me,” she breathed out.

  Our lips melded together as her body started to shake and clench around me. I thrust harder and faster, pushing my cock in as deep as it could go. She moaned and I refused to break the kiss as she came.

  Seconds later, I jumped off with her, filling her with everything I had in me. I stilled inside her as we continued to kiss until our heartbeats slowed to normal. I looked down at her, her eyes heavy-lidded and a smile playing on her lips.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice raw and shaky with emotion.

  I could see the blush spread across her cheeks even in the dim room. I placed light kisses on each cheek, feeling the warmth on my wet lips. I rolled over, taking her with me, and tucking her into my side as I pulled the blankets over us. She snuggled in as she wrapped her arm around me. Our legs tangled together as she placed a light kiss on my chest above my heart.

  “Is this your sneaky way of getting me to stay the night?” she asked in a playful tone. I tightened my grip on her hip, holding her as close to me as possible.

  “I want to wake up to you. Got no problem admittin’ that. But more than anythin’, I hope you want that too.” Fuck, it felt good to say out loud. I wondered what I was so afraid of before, and judging by the way she held onto me she wanted it, too. Maybe I had been a fool this whole time. I was going to put an end to it. “We need to talk.”

  “Yeah…” she nodded against me. I hoped that for once, we were on the same page.

  “Tomorrow,” I said, suddenly feeling too spent for anything other than sleep. “No holdin’ back.”

  “Okay,” she agreed. “No holding back.” She let out a long yawn. I kissed her forehead and was sound asleep not long after.

  I woke to a pounding on the door. I jolted awake, feeling something warm against my side. I smiled knowing it was Reagan. Last night replayed in my mind and I knew everything was coming together the way I had only hoped it would. There was still a lot of things to talk about but I had a feeling it would lead us in the direction I wished for.

  “Loch, get the fuck up, now. We got trouble at the gate.” Cal’s voice shattered through my happy bubble.

  I rolled off the bed and looked down at groggy Reagan as I pulled on my pants. Her body was half covered by the sheet, one breast exposed and taunting me. Her eyes flicked to the door as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself. I rushed to the door, opening it just enough to see Cal.

  “Yeah?” I asked, forcing myself to fully wake up. He nodded his head to the left and I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me.

  “We got a problem at the gate. Body was thrown out of a van. Get the others up and meet me out there.” His tone was stiff and tense. I gave him a firm nod and slipped back into the room.

  “Everything okay?” A worried expression filled Reagan’s face as she looked up at me.

  “Stay here. Don’t leave this room until I come and get you.” My voice was hard and demanding. She bit her lip and nodded once. I bent down and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Everythin’ will be fine.” I headed out of the room, glancing one last time at her.

  I banged on Crow’s door. Once I had him up, I woke Bocca next. I told Bocca to get up everyone else as I hastily made my way out of the club and out to the front gate.

  Dane, one of the newer prospects, was covered in blood and I could see he was shaken up a bit. Cal was off to his left bent over something on the ground. Lake and Brand were beside him, hindering my view of what they were looking at. As I stepped closer I saw a limp, mangled arm. Tattoos ran the entire length of the arm and I recognized the artwork.

  “Fuck!” I roared, picking up my pace.

  There on the ground was a beaten and bloodied Race. Someone had taken down the president of the Dogs of Wrath and sent him to us as a message. He choked and coughed up blood. He may have still been alive, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long.

  “Get him up and inside!” Cal barked. “Get fuckin’ Patch. Now!”

  I scanned the road, but whoever dumped him here was long gone. Brand and Lake picked up Race’s body and hauled it inside. I watched helplessly, wishing there was something I could do.

  “The fuck happened?” I barked as I walked up to Dane. He shook himself out of his shocked state quickly. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before he attempted to speak. I let him have his thirty seconds.

  “I was standing there at the gate, about to do another round.” He blew out smoke as he spoke. “This white van. No windows on the back. No marks. Drove up and the door opened and out tumbled that.” He pointed where the body had been. The dirt that covered the ground was stained red. “I looked up and saw two guys wearing cuts I don’t recognize standing in the open side door. Then they closed it and drove off. There were at least three of them.”

  “You read the name on their cuts?” I asked. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

  “Skull with a bullet hole in the middle. Two skeleton hands wrapped around it. Maybe roses on the bottom or something.” He opened his eyes like that was all he remembered. I nodded.

  “License plate?” He nodded and his mouth fell open to tell me. “Go tell Bocca, now.” I pointed to the clubhouse as he ran off.

  I had no doubt these were the same people that had shot at us on the run. This was another piece of the puzzle. With the new information, I prayed Bocca could get us closer to finding out who was behind it. I scanned the area one more time before moving to the road. I knew there wouldn’t be anything left behind, but I had to check just in case. As I suspected, there was nothing to be found. Not even tire marks in the dirt. I closed the gate and headed back inside.

  Everyone was gathered around the Med room we had set up. I pushed my way through right as Patch was walking out of the room shaking his head. Race was gone. I knew there was no hope for him from the start, but we still had to try.

  “We need to handle this shit now,” Cal barked. “Go, make sure Bocca stays on top of this. I need to know who the fuck that was. Diesel, call everyone else in. Crow and Axe, clean this shit up and see if there is anythin’ else on him. Let me know what you find. I’ve got to call the other chapters.” Cal growled with rage as he made his way through the crowd.

  I followed Cal.
Once we were away from the majority of everyone, I stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

  “Reagan’s here,” I said, as soon as he faced me. He nodded.

  “Can’t have her here right now, brother.” He paused, thinking of the best thing to do. I was conflicted. I wanted her as far away from this as possible, but at the same time, I wanted her there where I could protect her. “Take her home. By the time you get back Bocca should have somethin’.”

  I nodded and took off for my room. I opened the door to find her sitting on the bed, wearing one of my white v-neck shirts. Her back rested against the headboard and her legs were pulled tight into her body. She looked up at me, eyes full of concern.

  “I’ve got to take you home now,” I said, regret filling my voice. She nodded and stood up.

  She yanked on her pants and shoved her feet into her shoes, not even bothering to change out of my shirt or put her bra on. I could tell she was doing her best to hurry. For a split second, I wondered if she was pissed, but when she looked up at me, all I saw was concern and warmth in her eyes. I took a second to let my eyes rake over her body. She looked sexy as hell wearing my clothes. My head was so messed up with everything going on and all the things I wanted to do to her.

  “I’m sorry…” I breathed out.

  “Don’t,” she said softly as she cupped my face. “You don’t have to be sorry or explain anything. Just tell me you’re safe.”

  I couldn’t lie to her. So instead, I kissed her. She sighed as she sagged into me.

  “Let’s go,” I said grabbing her hand and pulling her behind me.

  I used my body to shield her from most of what was going on. Okay, and maybe to hide her perky nipples. Which were completely visible behind the thin fabric. To her credit, she kept her eyes forward and didn’t ask questions.

  Once we were outside, I threw her on my bike and took off as fast as I could. Her arms held on tight as I whipped out onto the road. Minutes later, I rode up into Ethel’s driveway. She hopped off as fast as her legs would let her. As much as I wanted to linger and give her a proper good morning, I couldn’t. I could see the understanding in her eyes and she placed a light kiss on my lips. She stepped back, letting me know I was good to take off. I inhaled a deep breath.

  “This isn’t over,” I said pointing back and forth between us.

  “Go, Nate. I’ll be here.” She nodded and I took off back for the clubhouse.

  Fuck! Everything about her was perfect. In all my wildest dreams, I never imagined something like this would happen. And while the situation was absolutely fucked up and shitty, it gave me a chance to see how she would handle club business. She made me fucking proud. She was going to know she was mine, and soon.

  But first thing was first. Figure out what the fuck was going on with the club.

  Hours later, we sat in church going over everything we’d found out. Bocca had the floor and handed out printouts of what he could find. The whole thing was much bigger than any of us could have anticipated. And the dread that we’d never be free was sinking in.

  “They are called The Devil’s Kings. They were originally from up north, but it looks like they came under a lot of heat and the club moved down here. Recently it seems.” Bocca said. “The leader is Savage, real name James Craig. He started the club eight years ago and from what I could find out, he has his hands in a lot of things. Drugs and guns being two of them. There are hints of other things, but I want to do more digging to find out what exactly. From what I can gather, the club has close to forty members.”

  That was a decent enough number. But if we collected all of our members from the three states, we were nearly triple that. Each of our chapters were relatively small but collectively we made a decent sized crowd. That could play in our favor. If it came to war, we should be able to take them down.

  “He’s known to be sneaky and ruthless. He also wasn’t very shy about leaving dead bodies. This guy thinks he’s invincible. Or maybe he’s crazy,” Bocca went on. “Anyway. The only other thing I could find out is that he might be married, but I couldn’t find anything on it. No marriage certificate or name. I’ll keep digging.” He nodded to Cal, who sat rigidly at the head of the table.

  “We need to find out if there is anyone left from the Dogs,” Cal commanded the room. “This is a warning. And I don’t doubt that there will be more to come. I don’t think he will touch us until he talks to us. He’s goin’ to list his demands and see if we follow along. Until then, we wait and gather info. Think it’s best to stay as close to the clubhouse as possible. Not a mandatory lockdown, but if I need you I want you right the fuck where I can find you.” Everyone nodded in understanding.

  So much for wanting to figure things out with Reagan. I only hoped she would understand and still be there when the dust settled. I had to push thoughts of her out of my head and focus on the club’s main threat. Something was coming, it was big and I could feel it deep in my bones. I just hoped we were all still standing when everything cleared.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Reagan

  It had been over a week since the party at the clubhouse. Nate said we were going to talk and I was actually excited and relieved. I felt it that night. I felt that he wanted to let me in. I felt that he wanted more with me than what we had.

  But then something happened. I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but I could sense the anxiety and tension thick in the air as I left that morning.

  Nate said we weren’t done and now I all I could do was wait and hope that he was alright. I knew he was still alive because he sent me a text every night. Usually a simple ‘good night’ followed by him saying he either missed me or was thinking about me. And every single one of them made me smile. I decided I would be there when he needed me.

  However, I didn’t sit around and wait for him, and as the week went on I started going to places other than the bar. It was time for me to breakout. Besides, if I sat around I would only go crazy with all the thoughts that went through my head. I would over obsess about what he wanted to talk about. I would stress out like crazy worrying if something happened to him. Or any of the guys, for that matter.

  I spent the afternoon sitting in the window of the coffee shop-slash-bookstore. It was a small place with only about one bookshelf for each genre. The coffee shop part was your choice of regular coffee or hot tea. You had your choice between three different tea bags. There was no Batista, either. Only a table in the back. With a sign and a jar for you to put your money in front of the pump dispenser pots. I cringed as I wondered how long the coffee had been sitting there. There were three tables situated in the big window that faced the street.

  I bought a cheesy comedy about a girl who solved mysteries in a small town. The main character was a little ditzy and seemed to just stumble upon the clues. I made it through half the book when the sun started going down. Deciding that it was a good time to head home, I finished the chapter I was on and cleaned up my mess.

  Being that it was Thursday, I knew Nan was presumably already at bingo. I contemplated stopping by as I walked past the community center. But changed my mind and continued the ten-minute walk back to the house.

  The sun was about to set behind the tree line by the time I reached the front door. As I climbed the stairs I realized the porch was dark. I looked up and noticed that the light was off. Knowing that Nan always left it on, I figured it must have burned out. I shrugged as I pulled out my keys, thinking I would change it later. I wanted to do it before Nan got home, but I knew I still had a few hours before that would happen.

  Once inside, I slipped off my boots and hung my keys on the hook beside the door. The house was eerily quiet. I shook off the shiver that ran down my spine as I made my way up the stairs. At the top, I flicked the switch for the hallway light. To my surprise, nothing happened. I contemplated if there was a brownout as I flicked the switch a couple more times. It had been extremely hot. With everyone running their air conditioning non-stop, brownouts had
become a regular thing. I let out a frustrated sigh as I wondered how long this one would last.

  I walked into my room, shrugging at the situation. It wasn’t like there was anything I could do to fix it. I tossed my purse and book onto the bed as I headed to the dresser. I opened the second drawer to pull out some comfy clothes when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I froze.

  “Hello, Reagan.” His voice was cold and I closed my eyes tight hoping it was a bad dream. “I have you now. I’ve missed you. I know you have missed me, too.” How did I not see how crazy he was? I should have seen the warning signs, but he must’ve been able to cover it well.

  I tried to run. My legs stumbled as I lunged myself forward towards the stairs. Before I could make my way down, Lance grabbed my hair at the crown of my head. My whole body jerked as he yanked me back and I could feel the hairs ripping from my scalp. Before I could even attempt to regain my balance, he pushed me forward so hard I went tumbling down the stairs. I tried to grasp onto something and stop my fall. But nothing seemed to be working. My back and head slammed into the wall at the landing, crippling me. Pain radiated through every part of my body and white dots spotted my sight. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. I looked up to see his towering body slowly and menacingly climb down the towards me.

  My brain was screaming at me to get up. Only three more stairs to the bottom floor, then turn the corner and in four steps I would be at the front door. I repeated that over and over in my head, willing myself to get up and make the move. Time was running out.

  His repulsive cologne filled my nose as I tried to push myself up. His hand wrapped around my throat and he slid my body up the wall like I was a limp ragdoll. I tried to scream but it came out as a strangled squeak. My legs dangled below me, the tips of my toes brushing over the carpet.

  His dark eyes glared into mine. They were black and void of any kind of life. I gasped for air and he tightened his grip on my throat for a second. He was letting me know he had all the control and power. Without releasing my neck, he set me down so my feet were planted on the floor. Then he kicked my legs open and stood between them. I had no chance of kneeing him this time, even if I could get my legs to work.