STEEL: Night Rebels Motorcycle Club (Night Rebels MC Romance Book 1)

by Wilder, Chiah

  “The Birds,” said Hawk.

  “Yeah. Real hard to remember that one.” Diablo sniggered, and Brutus lightly punched his arm while the other brothers laughed.

  Except for Steel. He stared at the black birds as the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Iciness rode up his spine. His heart pounded. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

  “What’s up?” Hawk asked as he opened a bottled water.

  “The Navajos believe crows to be bad omens. They’re considered helpers of the evil spirits and the witches.”

  Banger laughed. “I get a kick outta all those superstitions.” He turned around and looked at Steel. “You don’t believe that shit, do you?”

  “I’ve got a bad feeling. I’ve had it for a week now. For me, the crows are confirmation that the universe is outta balance. At least mine, or my family’s. I gotta call my daughter.” He opened the door as Diablo slowly pulled next to one of the pumps. He jumped out and Diablo honked the horn. The frenzied fluttering of wings filled his ears as he walked away from the station.

  Several hours before, under the cover of night, they’d pulled into a rest stop, washed off the blood from their bodies, and changed their clothes. They’d burn everything when they got to the Insurgents’ clubhouse. He pushed up his clean T-shirt and slid his phone out of his pocket. He plugged in Chenoa’s number but she didn’t pick up. Then he sent her a text. Nothing. He called again. Another text. Again, nothing. He called Mika.

  “Where the fuck is Chenoa? She’s not picking up her phone. She called me a bunch of times but I didn’t have any goddamn reception.”

  “What’s your problem? She’s with someone from school working on a project. She just called me maybe thirty minutes ago.”

  “What student? And where are they studying? Is she at the student’s house? I want the address.”

  “Fuck, Steel. Get a grip. She has a project due for her history class. She’s fine.”

  “So you don’t know where she’s at?”

  “I figured it was at this girl’s house. I’m sure your mom didn’t know where you were every second of the day when you were seventeen.”

  “I wasn’t a fucking addict.” He pinched his lips together as the tightness in his chest intensified.

  “She’s been doing great. She has that all behind her.”

  “Do you really believe that, Mika? I know you’re not that fucking naïve.” He blew out a loud breath. “She should’ve called or texted me back by now.”

  “Maybe she has her phone on silent or her battery’s dead. She’s famous for that. Don’t think the worst. She’s been doing great.”

  “Call me the minute you hear from her or she comes home. I gotta go.”

  He kicked the dirt under his feet as he stared numbly at the looming mountain peaks. Call me the fuck back, sunshine. Next, he called Breanna and got her voicemail. “Fuck!” he yelled aloud. He sent a quick text.

  Steel: Hey, baby. I’ve fucking missed U.

  Breanna: Sooo good to hear from U. Was worried.

  Steel: I’m good. Have U heard from Chenoa?

  Breanna: Not today. Y?

  Steel: She’s not answering her phone.

  Breanna: Probably with friends. I know she hangs with a couple of girls.

  Steel scrubbed his hand over his face. Why the fuck isn’t anyone getting this but me?

  Steel: Ya.

  Breanna: So sorry but with a client. Call U later?

  Steel: K. Let me know if U hear from Chenoa.

  Breanna: K. Love U. xxoox

  Steel: Me too.

  A car honked and he looked over and saw Hawk motioning him over. “Ready to head out?” Steel asked as he climbed inside the vehicle. Hawk nodded and Diablo pulled back onto the freeway.

  Steel watched the evergreens, aspens, and pines race past him, but his mind was a million miles away. He leaned against the door and rested his head on the window. The strains of AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” startled him. He took out his phone and saw Chenoa’s name. A burst of adrenaline surged through him.

  “Sunshine. I’m calling you back. When you called me earlier, I didn’t have any fucking reception. What’s going on?”

  “I just wondered when you’d be home. I’m good. Real good.”

  “Your mom said that you’re with a friend working on a project for school. Who’s your friend?”

  “School? Oh… yeah. Uh… it’s Josie. We got this thing going on.”

  She spoke slowly, drawing out her words, and heaviness crushed down on him. “Why’re you talking so funny?”

  “Oh… I’m just super tired. I’ve been studying so much.”

  “You using?”

  “Dad, how can you ask me that? No. I can’t believe you asked me. Don’t you trust me?” She acted miffed, insulted, and he didn’t believe her act for a minute.

  “It’s not about trust. I know this is hard for you. Addiction always is. You can tell—”

  “Dad. I’m good. Okay? Leave it alone. I’m so tired. I just wanna go home and sleep. I’m good. Really. I’ll see you when you get back.”

  He clenched his jaw. “I love you, sunshine. Don’t do anything stupid. I’m gonna be home real soon. Wait for me.”

  “Sure, Dad. I gotta go now.” The phone went dead. He stared at it.

  “Everything okay?” Hawk asked.

  Steel shook his head. “She’s using again. Fuck! I don’t know what the hell to do.” He pounded the window. “Fuck! I can take down rival clubs, lead my brothers, and keep the brotherhood strong, but I can’t fucking help my little girl.”

  Banger turned around and gave Steel a joint. “That’s fuckin’ hard, dude. I know Belle and I been trying to get Emily straight. She’s on and off with the drinking. She’s been to three rehabs. She’s good now, but there’s always the fear and distrust for us. You feel helpless, and that’s the worst part of it. I fuckin’ feel your pain and worry.”

  Steel jerked his chin up in thanks, then lit the joint. They rode in silence for a long while. She needed to talk to me, and I wasn’t there for her. I let my sunshine down. The minute I get back, I’ll check for track marks, and she goes back to rehab. We can do this. Just hang on until I get home, sunshine.

  He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled. He couldn’t wait to get back to Alina.

  Chapter Thirty

  Steel didn’t want to spend the night in Pinewood Springs; he was anxious to get back to see Breanna and Chenoa. All of his brothers stayed except for Diablo, who rode back with Steel. The other brothers wanted to spend the night so they could chill out, fuck some new club girls, and talk bikes with the Insurgents.

  Doc had done a damn good job patching up Crow and Army, as well as Wheelie and Rags. Crow and Army had sustained superficial wounds that only required some stiches. Crow was already sitting at the bar drinking a shot of whiskey with one of the bar girls, Lola, on his lap.

  Steel chuckled as he slapped his brother on the back. “Don’t fucking break open your stiches. I need you back in Alina tomorrow.”

  “No problem. This time, I’m gonna let the chick do all the work.” He pulled Lola’s head down and kissed her. “You good with that?”

  “I’m good with anything,” she said as she thrust her tits into his face.

  Steel shook his head. “Don’t kill my brother here.”

  “I won’t. When I’m done with him, I could make you feel real good.” She winked at him.

  “I’m fucking sure you could, but I’m outta here. Gotta get home to my woman.” He went over to Diablo, who was talking with Throttle and Hawk. “You ready? I wanna get going.”

  Diablo threw his shot back and nodded. “Let’s go.”

  Steel turned to Hawk and Throttle. “Where’s Banger?”

  “He wanted to get home to Belle and his kids. I’m getting ready to take off too. I just called Cara. I’ve got an ache only she can fill.” Hawk set his shot glass on the bar.

  “Kimber’s waiting for me too,” said Throttl
e. “We’re gonna have to come down and see you. Alina’s close to the Four Corners, right?” Steel nodded. “For some fuckin’ reason my woman wants to put her ass in the four states at once. Fuck if I know why, but that’s what she wants. We’ll probably ride down in the spring.”

  “Just let me know when you’re coming. There’s some beautiful rides around the San Juan Mountains. I heard your woman rides her own Harley.”

  “Yep. A pink one. I love to watch her ass when I ride behind her.” Throttle wiggled his eyebrows.

  Steel sniggered. “Don’t see many women riding. It’s cool. My woman loves holding me too much to give it up, and I like her pressed behind me.” He picked up the shot of tequila Hawk handed him and let the clear liquid slide down his throat. “That was fucking good.” He turned to leave.

  Hawk pulled him into a bear hug. “It was epic. We gotta kick ass together more often. I hope things go well with Chenoa,” he said in his ear.

  Steel hugged back. “Thanks. For everything.” They bumped fists and he and Diablo exited the Insurgents’ clubhouse.

  * * *

  When they arrived in Alina, it was dark. He met with Paco who’d told him the beat-down of the Skull Crushers went off without a hitch. “I’m sure they won’t be causing us trouble any time soon.” Paco took out two joints and handed one to Steel.

  “They won’t be fucking with us at all now that we’ve eliminated the Demon Riders. I wouldn’t be surprised if the pussies didn’t pack up and leave.” Steel lit his reefer and inhaled.

  “Sounds like the best thing for them to do, ’cause next time they get in our fuckin’ business, we’ll destroy them. The way I see it is they’ve used up all their cards.” Paco stretched his legs in front of him.

  “That’s for damn sure. I’m sick of their shit.” Steel rose to his feet. “I’m gonna go over to Breanna’s. We’ll call church in a couple of days to get all the updates. Hawk’s gonna go through all the computer shit he lifted at the fuckers’ clubhouse. We should know who the local is in a few days.”

  “I bet the motherfucker’s gonna take off once he hears about the Demon Riders.”

  “I doubt he’s part of the outlaw pipeline. It’ll take a while for the news to travel to the citizens.” He pulled on his black gloves, nodded at Paco, and then stepped out into the chilly autumn air. A huge harvest moon glowed, casting a golden sheen over the tops of the trees. The stars blinked against the velvety black background as he rode to his woman’s house.

  The noise from his bike shattered the quiet of Breanna’s neighborhood. He pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front porch. She’d given him a key a couple of weeks before, so he used it and opened her door. The scent of cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla curled around him as he walked to the bedroom.

  She was sleeping, small noises coming from her nose. Warmth spread through him. She’s so fucking cute. He looked at the blue numbers on the digital clock on the nightstand—1:48 a.m. I’ll call Chenoa in the morning. I don’t wanna wake her. He tugged off his leather jacket and threw it on the chair, carefully laid his cut on the top of the tall dresser, and then undressed. Not wanting to freak Breanna out, he stood over her and softly called her name. She stirred, her eyes finally flying open when he gently shook her.

  “Steel!” She bolted up, her face beaming, her arms reaching for him. He climbed on the bed and she peppered his face with kisses, all the while telling him how happy she was to see him.

  “It’s been too fucking long, baby,” he said against her lips.

  “I know. I missed you so much.”

  He slipped the short nightgown over her head, her soft tits bouncing against him. “Fuck,” he muttered as his calloused palms covered and squeezed them. Those delectable mounds teased and tempted him whenever he’d see her, and he now had them captured in his hands once more. He bent down and nibbled at their creamy swell. “Mine,” he growled before pushing them up into his face and devouring them.

  Whines of pleasure played in his ears, egging him on to suck and bite her hardened nipples, loving the way she arched to fuse with him. Beneath him, her legs moved as if they were ironing the sheets, and his hand roamed over her curves until it landed on her black lace panties. When his finger stroked her cotton crotch, toying with her sweet button, her legs kicked out and up. “Your panties are so fucking wet, baby.”

  She groaned her response then yelped when he slipped his digit under the fabric.

  Her pussy was warm and wet, quivering in such a way that he was sure his fingers would be sucked into its pink folds. He pulled away, chuckling at the sigh of frustration that escaped her lips. Pushing up a bit, his lips covered hers and he kissed her gently at first. Then, with increasing pressure, his tongue dipped in, pushing farther inside, wanting her to swallow him whole. She grabbed at him, arms around his head, deep moans rising from her chest. They mingled with his breath, driving him crazy with lust and love.

  She pushed him back a bit, a cranberry tint streaking her cheeks. “Wow… that was intense.” She licked her lips as she gazed at him.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, caressing her cheek. “I craved you so much while I was away from you. You fucking turn my world. I don’t know how you do it, but all I know is that you do.” As his breath slipped over her skin, he saw her shiver.

  He drew a path with his tongue from her lips to her neck, sucking and nipping at her velvety skin. She’d have a mark in different shades of red in the morning; he wanted to mark her whole skin and show every man that she was off-limits. When he took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged at it, a throaty moan fell from her lips. “The sounds you make get to me,” he whispered in her ear, tracing the tip of his tongue across the nape of her neck as he held the soft curves of her ass.

  His desire grew and his pulse quickened as he watched her respond to his touch. He was more than ready to bury himself between her thighs, but he wanted to take it slow. Relishing her scent and the way she felt against his flesh made his cock pulse, and he reached down and pinched the base of it to ease the ache.

  “I love the way you touch me. I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered against his shoulder before she lightly bit it.

  He raised his head and locked his gaze with her heated one. When she slid her bottom lip between her teeth, he lost it. All resolve was gone as he pushed her legs apart and slid down to bury his face in her crotch, breathing her sweet almond scent in deeply.

  “I fucking hunger for you, baby. I wanna taste your sweetness while I fuck you deep with my fingers.” He looped his index fingers on each side of her lace panties and pulled them down slowly before his tongue dove between her puffy folds.

  “Steel,” she gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking it. She kicked off her panties, bent her knees, and spread her legs wide.

  He chuckled. “Anxious? Good. I am too.” He brought his mouth to her pussy, hot to the touch with primal need. His tongue teased and played with her clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of her wetness. She squirmed beneath him, and he locked eyes with her desire-filled ones as he licked her like he was possessed.

  “Oh shit!” Her thighs tightened against his head. “Fuck, it feels so good,” she rasped while she balled the sheet in her fist.

  The way she arched her back, deep moans escaping from her throat, fueled his desire and he thrust more fingers into her heat. Her breath quickened and she rocked her hips to meet his thrusts, her warm walls clenching around his digits. Then she screamed out his name, and his head was in a vise the way her thighs squeezed him as she came.

  As her breathing returned to normal, he pulled out and leaned back on his knees, smiling. Locking his gaze with hers, he sucked her come off his fingers, taking each one of them slowly in his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet.” He scooted forward and hovered over her. “Taste how sweet you are.” He captured her mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside. She moaned and gripped his hair in her hands. He kissed her passionately as his hard cock poked
at her thighs. Then he pulled back.

  Looking at her pink pussy, he held his cock and rubbed it up and down in her juices. “I can’t wait anymore, baby.” He placed the tip at her wet slit and pushed in, her warm walls encasing him like a glove. “I love how fucking tight you are.” He went in deeper, her moans and gasps driving him on. Pulling out, he hammered into her, loving how she cried out while sinking her fingernails in his arms. He drove himself harder and faster inside her, and the bed began creaking. Breanna’s breaths became shorter as he pounded her relentlessly.

  The room was filled with her moans, his grunts, the smacking of upper bodies, and the banging bed. Steel braced his hands on the wall and hooked his knees outside her legs to drive himself deeper. “Fuck, Breanna,” he growled as sweat dampened his back.

  He loved the way her pussy pulsed on his cock, her juices covering him and dripping down his balls as they slapped against her ass. Then he felt her ready to come—all tight and swollen, gripping down on his cock. He kept pumping, wanting her pussy squeezing his cock as he exploded inside her.

  “Breanna. Oh, baby,” he grunted as he shot into her still-pulsating wetness. His seed poured out in hot, dense ropes. From the way her walls spasmed around him, he knew she was coming and he crumpled on top of her, his dick still twitching inside her. As she regained her breathing, she combed her fingers through his hair. He wanted to never move, to be entwined with her forever. He’d never felt such intensity of love or desire for any woman.

  He’d claimed her, but she owned him.

  “That was indescribable,” she whispered in his ear. “I love you so much.” She kissed the side of his temple.

  He slowly moved off her and then cuddled her in his arms. “You’ve got all of me, baby. I’ve never felt this way about any other woman. It fucking blows my mind.” He kissed the top of her head. She snuggled closer, shivering. “You cold?”

  “A little.” She burrowed even closer.

  He laughed softly and reached behind him, grabbing the blanket. He flung it on top of them, tucking it under her chin.