Hard as Steel

by Jenika Snow

  Leaving the room, he saw Eloise talking with Deanna. Several prospects were hanging around the club, talking. He didn’t pay them any attention. Walking up to Eloise, he grabbed her hand, and started walking toward his room.

  “Hey, Steel?”

  He didn’t stop to talk and walked up the stairs. When she stumbled, he made an effort to be slower.

  Opening his bedroom door, he tugged her inside, slamming her against the nearest wall once the door was shut behind them.

  “What the hell?” she asked.

  “Shut up. I need to be with you” He tore at the jeans she wore, knowing next time she was at the clubhouse, he’d make her wear skirts with no panties.

  Once they were out of the way, he tore her offending panties off her pussy. Sliding his fingers through her cunt, he groaned.

  “You’re always so wet for me.”

  “Steel?” She groaned, thrusting herself onto his fingers.

  Pushing two digits inside her, he pushed his thumb against her clit.

  “Ride my fingers, baby. Let me watch you come.”

  She bit her lip, sucking that little plump flesh between her teeth. He groaned, wanting to bite that lip for himself.

  Cupping her face, he tilted her head back.

  “Give me those lips.” He didn’t let up on playing with her pussy. She gave him her lips, moaning as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Biting down on her bottom lip, he sucked the tender flesh into his mouth.

  “Are you going to come on my fingers or am I going to have to tease you some more?” he asked.

  “Please, Steel.”

  “You’re soaking wet, baby. You need my cock, don’t you?”

  “You know I do.”

  He smiled, running his nose from her cheek down to her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, he added a third finger into her cunt, relishing the wet sounds coming from her pussy. “You’ll give me this pussy whenever I want it, won’t you.” He didn’t phrase it like a question.

  “Yes.”

  “Submit to me every chance you get, Eloise, and I promise you, you’ll never regret it.”

  She whimpered as he flicked her clit, watching the pleasure wash over her face.

  “Come for me.”

  Eloise shook her head from side to side, crying out as he fucked her harder with his fingers. He didn’t let up, forcing her to take everything he gave her.

  “Come on, Eloise, let go and give me those sweet sounds.”

  She screamed, coming all over his hand. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he went to his knees before her, licking and sucking her clit into his mouth.

  Her taste exploded on his tongue. Slamming his tongue into her cunt, he drank down her cream, loving her submission.

  Standing up, he opened his jeans, pulling out his cock. He didn’t wait as he lifted Eloise up in his arms and slid her pussy down onto his dick. When the tip was inside, he slammed her down the remaining inches, going so deep within her.

  “I’m going to be leaving town for a couple of days,” he said.

  She was panting in his arms. He watched her open and close her mouth. “Wait, what?”

  “I’m going to arrange for you to be brought here and then taken back to your apartment.”

  “A couple of days?”

  “You’re not to go back to Markam’s. One of the prospects will bring you here and take you home every night. The only person you’re allowed to be with is Deanna. She might take you to see Amy. She’s Joker’s old lady but doesn’t spend all that much time at the clubhouse.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re mine now, Eloise. I take care of what is mine, and it means you’ll have to do as you’re told.”

  “Are you even listening to yourself?” she asked.

  He slammed inside her, reminding her who was boss. “Are you fucking listening to me? You’ll do as I tell you or you’ll face punishment. I’m taking care of you.” Pumping inside her, he watched her come apart on his dick. “Do I make myself clear?”

  “Perfectly.”

  “Good.” He knew she needed this dominance, this control. He knew she also felt whole when he was in control. She didn’t need to tell him that for him to know. Steel could read her as if he’d known her his whole life. He slammed to the hilt inside her, crying out at the pleasure. It was too much. The tightness of her pussy, having Eloise in his arms, once again sent him over the edge into bliss.

  Steel looked forward to coming home if this is what he was coming home to.

  Steel and Shakes had to canvas the area that Daniella’s mother was living in, had to do this right and fast. Although Steel wasn’t all about hurting women and children, he’d been given the low down on why Zeke wanted Daniella’s mother gone.

  To have a woman that had tormented young Daniella, abused her mentally, forced her to feel like she was less than she really was, pissed Steel off. He also knew it pissed off Shakes and the other men in the club. But for some reason, Shakes was taking this more personally.

  He looked at the other member who sat in the passenger seat of Steel’s SUV. He looked pissed, and the energy and anger came from Shakes like a fucking wrecking ball.

  “What’s going on with you?” Steel asked.

  Shakes didn’t look at him. Instead, he grabbed a cigarette from his cut pocket, put it between his lips, and lit the end with his lighter. He inhaled, held the smoke in for some time, and exhaled slowly.

  “And don’t fucking tell me nothing is going on.”

  Shakes looked at him then. “Nothing is wrong,” he said without emotion in his voice this time.

  Steel wasn’t about to try to weasel information out of Shakes. If the man wanted to be tight lipped then fine. “You’re a fucking liar, but what the hell ever.” Steel leaned back in his seat and watched the house that Daniella’s mother lived in. It was late, the lights were on, but there were a lot of people walking outside. They were just canvasing right now, seeing what her routine was before they had to do this.

  “I can’t believe a mother would put their kid through the shit that bitch did to Daniella.” Shakes said and took another hit off his cigarette. He rolled down the window just an inch. Flicked the ash out of the open space and finished smoking. “She’s a fucking cunt, and the shit that we’ll do to her will be the vengeance Daniella needs.”

  Steel listened, but didn’t respond, because frankly he didn’t know what to say. This kind of emotion from Shakes was not what he was used to seeing. Shakes liked pussy, fucked a lot of it, and never made anything lasting. He’d been like Shakes, until he met Eloise, felt this all-consuming need whenever he was around her. Was Shakes feeling the same thing for Zeke’s daughter?

  “You want her,” Steel said without question.

  Shakes turned and looked at him, his eyebrow cocked.

  “Not that I give two fucks about who you want to fuck, but Demon’s right.”

  “He’s right? About what exactly?” There was a touch of hostility in Shakes’s voice.

  “Don’t get pissy with me because you want to fuck with Zeke’s girl. I mean she’s beautiful, and I can see why you’d want her, but she Zeke’s daughter, man.”

  “You have a woman, so don’t even fucking try to go after Daniella.” Shakes had turned in his seat now, facing Steel, and looking rightly pissed off.

  “Man, I don’t want Daniella. I have Eloise, and believe me, she’s the one for me. She’s the only one for me.” He rested his head back on the seat, thinking about what he’d just told Shakes. The silence stretched on for a moment, and finally he breathed out.

  “So, she’s the one? You want her as an old lady?”

  Steel looked over at Shakes. He was staring at Daniella’s mother’s house, his jaw tight, his muscles flexing under the stubble covered skin.

  “You want her bad, Shakes, and you’re eating yourself up by staying back.”

  “You all told me to stay back.”

  This was true, but even so he knew how Shakes felt. He felt s
omething fierce for Eloise, didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have her in his life. She was his obsession, his addiction, and he knew he wouldn’t let her go. He couldn’t, not now that he’d had a taste of her.

  “Yeah, because that’s what’s fucking smart. Zeke will kill you if you go after her. That’s the only saving grace, the only fucking thing that redeems his sadistic ass.”

  “Yeah,” Shakes said and inhaled the cigarette before flicking it out the window. “Let’s just fucking report on this bitch and get the fuck out of here. The sooner we get rid of that cunt the better off Daniella will be.”

  He saw the lights flick off in the house, glanced at Shakes once more, then started the SUV and drove off. Shakes was in for one fucking rollercoaster ride, especially if he went after Daniella. The look on Shakes face, the intensity, possessiveness, told Steel that Shakes wouldn’t listen to reason, and would most definitely go after Daniella.

  The poor bastard was sure as fuck in for one hell of a ride, and he’d better hold on tight.

  “So, this is where I live,” Eloise said, waiting for Deanna and Amy to enter. After Steel left yesterday, Deanna drove her to where Amy lived. She loved both women even though she didn’t know them very well. They were both sweet, lovely, and oh so nice. She couldn’t ever recall getting along with anyone so easily. Their men banded all three of them together.

  “This is a nice place,” Amy said, stepping inside.

  Both women removed their jackets as Eloise closed the door. “Erm, should we let the prospect up?”

  “Nah, he’s happy downstairs. He can keep an eye out and tell our men what’s happening,” Deanna said.

  “He’s going to tell our men what we’re doing?”

  “Of course. Didn’t you know they know everything?”

  Amy chuckled while Eloise headed toward her fridge. “Do you guys want a drink?”

  “I do,” Amy said. “I’m so thirsty.”

  “How’s Joker anyway? I’ve not seen much of him around the club,” Deanna said.

  Looking toward the two women, Eloise smiled as they sat on her sofa. She’d never had girlfriends before.

  “We’re doing good. He’s taken half of my clothes as it is.”

  “Finally, you’ve been hinting at him long enough.”

  “He doesn’t want me to feel pressured by him. Joker wouldn’t pressure me,” Amy said.

  Taking three sodas out of the fridge, she walked into the living room. She handed both women their drinks, taking a seat in her chair.

  “So come on, spill,” Deanna said, turning to her. “You and Steel?”

  “Um, I really don’t know what to say about Steel and me.”

  “Nothing?” Amy asked.

  “I don’t know what we’ve got going on. I mean, I owe him a lot.”

  Deanna and Amy shared a look.

  “What?” she asked. “What is it?”

  “What exactly do you owe Steel?” Deanna asked.

  “Well,” she ran fingers through her hair in an effort to stall the conversation. “I used to work at Markam’s. Well, a couple of nights ago the manager, erm, he kind of attacked me. Nothing really happened though. Steel was there to stop it.”

  “Attacked you?” Amy asked, whispering the words.

  “Nothing happened.” She wished she hadn’t said anything.

  “Eloise, you should have reported it.” Deanna leaned forward.

  “Can we talk about something else? I’ve already argued with Steel about it. Besides, he took care of it.” She didn’t even want to think of what Steel had done to take care of it.

  “I don’t like this,” Amy said. “If there’s a guy out there—”

  “Seriously, it’s nothing. I trust Steel and he took care of it.” She smiled. “Then he took care of me.”

  Both women looked like they wanted to say more. After several tense minutes, they relaxed, smiling. “He took care of you?” Amy asked.

  “Well, he’s very intense and…dominating.”

  “Oh,” Deanna said. “Please, do tell.”

  Eloise giggled. “He likes to take charge in the bedroom. We’ve only been together a couple of times, but he’s made an impression.”

  For the next hour, Eloise relaxed as she listened to Amy and Deanna talk about their men, Joker and Demon. She found she had a lot in common with the two women. They were nice, strong, but vulnerable. A strange combination to have for biker women.

  A cell phone going off stopped their giggling.

  “It’s me,” Amy said. She grabbed her cell phone out of her bag and looked down at it. “Joker, Demon, and Steel are on their way over here.”

  “We’re not doing anything wrong,” Deanna said, sitting more comfortably on the sofa. “Let them come up and order us around. Demon looks so cute when he gets all red in the face.”

  “I doubt he’ll like being described as cute,” Amy said.

  “Cute is not a word I’d describe Steel.” Eloise had a lot of words to describe her man, cute wasn’t one of them.

  “Well, we’re here now and they can be mad at us all they want. I’m not going anywhere until I finish my drink,” Deanna said.

  “We sound like a couple of women drinking wine. We’re only hanging out having a soda.” Amy started laughing.

  During their laughter, someone banged on the door.

  Amy and Deanna let out a childish giggle. “Don’t let them in, Eloise.”

  Shaking her head, she made her way toward the door and opened it. Leaning against it, she smiled at the three intimidating men.

  “Our women are here,” Demon said. She recognized both men from the photos that Deanna showed her yesterday at work.

  Stepping out of the way, she watched the three men enter.

  “You’ve been behaving?” Steel said, stepping forward. She noticed there were some bruises on his knuckles when he reached out to touch her cheek.

  “I have, but you don’t look like you’ve been good,” she said, pointing at his hands.

  “I’ve been busy.”

  “I see that.”

  He sank his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head, and drawing her closer. “I want those lips.”

  She couldn’t believe how easy she gave herself up to him. It wasn’t so long ago that she’d turned him away.

  His lips melded to hers and she was too weak to deny him. Opening her lips, she moaned as the instant bolt of pleasure attacked her. He slid his tongue into her mouth. Releasing the door, she wrapped her arms around his neck, relishing the taste of him in her mouth.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said.

  “I missed you, too.” Opening her eyes, she smiled at him.

  “I can see that.” He brought his hand down from her cheek, to slide across her nipple. She gasped, staring into his eyes. He was fast becoming her drug of choice.

  “Has there been anyone else?” Eloise asked. She didn’t know what to expect with him on the road.

  “Have I fucked anyone else?”

  She nodded.

  “No, baby. The only pussy I can think about is yours. You’re the only one I want.” He silenced her with his lips. She didn’t like how easy she was giving herself over to him. Steel knew how to work her body.

  Eloise didn’t fight her need for him. In that moment, all she cared about was the pleasure to be had at his touch.

  Someone clearing his throat made her pull away from him.

  Turning around, she saw Joker sitting with Amy on his lap and the same with Demon and Deanna.

  “Well, we’re here and I don’t see a reason for us to go back to the clubhouse yet. Let’s order food here,” Demon said.

  “I’m game,” this came from Joker.

  Amy and Deanna nodded in agreement. “Do you mind us crashing here for food?” Deanna asked.

  “Not at all.”

  Closing the door, she was surprised when Steel waited for her. He held on to her hand as they walked toward the only available chair. Steel lowered hi
mself into the chair before tugging her down onto his lap.

  “Well, what should we order?” Demon asked.

  “Pizza with cheese, lots of cheese,” Joker said.

  “You always ask for too much cheese,” Amy said.

  She watched the couple smile and whisper to each other. The red tint on Amy’s face was not hard to miss when Joker leaned in and started to whisper to her. They were a lovely couple and Eloise couldn’t help but wonder exactly what she and Steel were doing.

  Eloise stared at the Harley’s that drove down the street. Steel and the rest of the guys and their old ladies had just gone, and here she was, feeling content, but also itchy with need. Steel hadn’t been able to stay, saying they had club business to attend to. She didn’t know what it was about, didn’t want to know either, but she saw the look of violence on his face, in the way he held himself.

  She knew that whatever he had to talk about concerning club business it had to do with his scuffed up knuckles and the blood on his shirt. It was a little frightening to think about what he did, where his club was going, and how they were associated with illegal activity. She’d asked herself if this is what she really wanted, if being with Steel was the right move. But the truth was he made her feel alive, made her desires not feel wrong. He took control, showed her that with pain came pleasure. She couldn’t think of herself without Steel in her life, and that was probably the scariest part of it all.

  Going into her room, she shut the door, stared at the computer, and knew that one day soon she’d actually have to tell Steel what she liked. He knew, or at least he was good at giving her what she wanted, but what would he say if she actually told him she wanted pain with her pleasure, wanted to be spanked so hard welts showed up on her ass, on her back and thighs? What would he say if she told him she wanted to be restrained, her hands above her head, his hand prints, bruises on her body?

  God, she was sick, or maybe she wasn’t really sick at all, she just hadn’t found the right man to show her that what she felt was okay? Maybe she’d finally found that one person to show her that pleasure and pain could be one? Yes, Steel had certainly opened her eyes, and she didn’t want it to end, didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more, so much more, and being with Steel made her feel okay to want all of that and more.