Boomer (A Steele Riders MC Book 1)

by C. M. Steele

  “I was in Iraq at eighteen. Living it up isn’t what I’d call it.” She swallows hard but doesn’t say a word. I know she feels this shit, too. I inch closer, forcing her to take a step back. I roughly grasp her chin again, then inform her, “Tigress. Pull back those claws before I take your ass over my knee and give you a taste of my belt. This is my town. And everyone knows if they get her drunk there’ll be hell to pay.” She pulls her face out of my hold, but she’s lost for words. Her eyes return to me, showing she’s not intimidated. I like it.

  I don’t know what the fuck is coming over me, but I’m horny, jealous as a motherfucker, angry as hell, and ready to show her she’s going to be mine. I forget all about Mick and Morgan in the room, my attention all for my sweet little firecracker. “You’re going to be a handful, but I’ll tell you this right now. You’re playing with fire. I’m going to warn you this one time only. If you come at me with that attitude again, I’m going to show you what happens to a mouth like that.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Tigress, you’ve got me in a bad spot. I’m giving you one chance to stay away from me. Be wise about it.” I turn around and get my shirt from the back, but don’t put it on. I need air, some beer, and a couple cold showers or a good stroke.

  “Mick, I’m out. Morgan, Crystal, come now. You’re both going home,” I order, standing at the front door.

  “Listen, I don’t take orders from random strangers. Excuse me, but I came to get a tat.” The attempt to move away only makes me laugh.

  I give Mick a deadly glare that’s a warning and he knows it, before adding, “Mick’s closed, and will be for good if he even considers it.”

  “Who do you think you are?” I’m doing my best to not laugh. She’s a tigress in kitten form. God, I want to be in her hard and fast and calm her ass down.

  I cup her chin, softer this time and whisper, “Baby, welcome to Steeleville. I own almost every place in this small town.”

  “Is that supposed to make me fawn over you?” she eggs me on. Every other single woman I’ve met can’t wait to try and hook up with me when they learn who I am. I shake my head in disbelief, yet I’m pleasantly surprised.

  “No, you challenged my right. It’s all mine, so I guess it’s my right.” She’s mine too. I’ve decided that right here and now. I’ve been a very astute man and it’s made me the success I am. The chemistry between us could explode like a pallet of C4. There’s no way I can just let that go. I tried, but she’s refusing to back down.

  “You’re a dick.” She steps back and crosses her arms.

  I nod because it’s true. “Yep. Now, I’m taking you home and you’ll keep your ass there.”

  “Why should I?”

  “I’m not letting something happen to you because you’re walking around town smashed.”

  “I’m not drunk, she is.” Before I can say another thing, Morgan lets us know she’s wasted as she pukes all over Mick’s tattoo book that she’s looking at. I help her up and to the back bathroom. Mick’s grabbing towels to wipe her up. He takes over for me, which surprises me since he saw her upchuck on his hard work.

  “Lass, what am I going to do with you?” he asks her teasingly. He’s been nice to her since they met.

  She looks at him from her perch at the bathroom sink and if looks could kill Mick would be dead. Why is she mad at him? If anything, he should be ready to murder her. “Oh my God, I’m such a mess. I hate you, Ewan.” She swipes away his hands and cleans up by herself.

  “What the hell is that about?” I ask him. He turns, looking more confused than me, and shrugs. “She’s drunk.”

  “Take her home and I’ll clean up the rest,” he says and there goes the upset I expected. We step into the main area where Crystal has already taken care of most of it.

  “Thanks, miss.”

  “It’s the least I could do. I’ll take her home,” Crystal says. I eye Mick because I don’t like the way he smiled at her. She’s mine and that’s that.

  “No, I’ll take my sister home and you too.”

  “Whatever.” Morgan comes out and saves Crystal from getting kissed for that damn attitude. The ride home is quick, leaving me feeling bereft, but at least I know they live in the same building. Morgan’s able to walk on her own and waves me off.

  “Goodnight, girls.” I wait for them to get inside before driving off. It sucks that I have to leave, but I have shit to do in the morning. Being important means time for myself is far and few between. But for Crystal, I’ll change that.

  Chapter 2

  Crystal

  I help Morgan to bed after giving her a few pills with a glass of water. She has her reasons for drinking tonight, but I just stood by if she needed me. She got beer balls and went to confront Ewan only to be stopped by her big brother and her own upchuck reflex.

  As soon as she’s set in her room, I walk to mine. I’m just visiting for a few weeks before I head out to start my new job in Dallas, so Morgan gave me a place to stay. We met at college, but I’d already graduated during the summer. I happened to be picking up my transcripts and getting my last paycheck from my old job when I saw her being attacked in the middle of an alley. If she doesn’t tell her brother by the time I leave, I will. She wasn’t raped, thank God, but it was close. Mace and years of Judo do wonders. We filed a police report, but the guys fled before I could get a good look at them. I promised her I wouldn’t tell her brother, but I’m here to make sure she’s okay.

  I take off my clothes and hit the shower. I need it if for nothing else than to get Boomer’s smell off me. It feels like his scent permeated my soul. And it happens to be delicious. Why does her brother have to be so freaking good-looking? Hot, successful, and manly.

  After what I learned since I arrived, I know why she hasn’t told him shit about the attack. That guy would put a bullet in someone. He has alpha male written all over him. He stood there, shirtless with his broad shoulders and hard, muscular chest on full display. His arms are covered in tats and I found it to be so sexy. I never thought it was a good look on a guy, but Boomer breaks all the rules I thought I had. Not that it mattered anyway. I never got further than second base with a guy before and that was a huge ‘what the fuck’ moment. If a guy nuts from just touching your breasts—walk away. In fact, run as quick as you can. I’m seriously still shaking my head at my bad judgment on that one. Now, I bet Boomer is nothing like that. He may be a dominating dick, but he nearly made me come with just a touch. I know he warned me off, but it was more for himself that seemed to last a whopping two minutes. I thought at any second, he was going to toss me over his bare shoulder and haul me off to his cave to have his way with me.

  My body loves that idea so much that it takes like three whole freaking seconds to come in the shower. My record time was twenty minutes, so this man could save me batteries for sure. But I have to stay away from him. As much as I want him, there are some things a girl can take and a guy that steals your soul from the first second you meet is not one of them. I’m a tough, bad bitch most days, but tonight I wanted to melt into a puddle of drool for Mr. Steele. Maybe after a good night’s sleep the attraction won’t be there. Better yet, I won’t see him for the duration of my stay.

  Sleep comes easily after such an earth-shattering orgasm, but dreams dance through my mind like a bunch of male strippers all featuring Boomer’s fine ass grinding his cock on me. Fuck, I wake up covered in a light sweat and head out for a glass of water. I check on Morgan, and she’s sound asleep. I lay down again, dreaming of the growly, tatted badass.

  Chapter 3

  Boomer

  It’s Monday and I’m doing all I can to stay away from the little beauty. I want her so bad that I fucked my hand three times since I dropped them off last night. My day’s jammed packed because it always is.

  I sat in on the sales meeting with the company I started the second I got out of the service. Having been an explosives expert, it seemed like a quality investment, within three years of worki
ng on demolitions I was able to afford to buy this small ghost town and start the rebuild.

  With only a population of sixteen hundred and twenty-something people, we were too small to govern ourselves and were registered under the county guidelines which was fine by me because I still ran this shit and didn’t care to be a mayor or have some jackass politician fucking with the little slice of home I built. Since we had our club, the small police force wasn’t really needed at first. As more people moved in for jobs, the trouble started. It wasn’t the workers, but their city kids that got bored at night. I hope it stays that way. Little punks were easy to deal with. It’s the other problems I worry about when places become larger.

  We have only three schools in town, elementary, middle and a high school. It’s all we need for the time being. As the town grows so will the schools. Now that I’ve met Crystal, I have a feeling we’ll be adding to the population in the near future. Within minutes, I decided that staying away from her was going to be too hard. If I left her alone, someone else would snatch her up and I know no one else could give her what I can. I had to make an excuse to see her again. Maybe, I’ll visit my wayward sister and bitch her out. Her behavior needs a makeover.

  Mentally, I roll my eyes at least six times during this meeting, something I rarely do. My time is precious, now more than ever. I end the meeting ten minutes early because I have a list of things to do before I see Morgan.

  I get a call from Wrench as I get to my next meeting. “We have a problem.”

  “What is it?” A sense of dread creeps up my spine. Wrench doesn’t contact me for small problems at the shop since it’s his business. He’s one of the few who bought in with their own money. He built the shop and made it prosper with very little help from me.

  “There was a fire at the shop. Dude, I think it was intentionally set,” he growls into the phone. I know he’s ready to put a bullet in someone’s head.

  “Shit. Is everyone all right?” I ask, knowing I need to assess the situation before acting.

  “Yeah, no one was there. And the damage is minimal, but fuck that’s going to set us back. I need to check the secret cameras and find out who was involved.”

  “Did you call Law and Boss?”

  “Yeah. They told me to call you after Law took the report and Boss filed the insurance information. I’m not in the mood for this shit. Thank fuck we set up the sprinklers in that section. I owe Morgan for that.” I can hear the relief in his voice. Insurance works, but when you work hard for all you have, starting over again can be painful as fuck.

  “I’ll tell her. I’m sure she’ll be pleased her idea helped,” I joke. “Do you need me to go over the footage with you?”

  “If you got time. I need to make sure I don’t kill someone.” That’s exactly what I thought. If he recognizes the bastard, he’s liable to kill the fucker. I’m with him if that’s what he’s down to do if the guy planned on doing more than that. Did he think Wrench was sleeping in the small apartment above the shop? That’s something to consider when we find him.

  “Give me twenty and I’ll be on my way.” I’m driving my truck today because of all the running around I had to do. Some of the shit required my hardhat and meeting materials. I guess seeing Crystal may be out of the question.

  Once I arrive, I see Wrench holding some kid up by his collar.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I dart to his side. Wrench isn’t the out of control, irrationally angry type. He doesn’t say much, but when he’s pissed people better run.

  “Hey, this is the fucker that set my place on fire. He’s stupid as fuck for lingering.” I’ve seen him around. He’s one of the workers at the restaurant in the little strip mall.

  “I didn’t mean it,” he exclaims, looking at me for help. He’s out of fucking luck there.

  “Fucker, you poured gasoline and set it on fire. That’s meaning to in my fucking book,” Wrench mutters through clenched teeth. “Why?”

  “I was paid to do it.”

  “By who?”

  “Some guys came through town and paid me.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I swear. I don’t know who they were, but they said either I do it or I’ll be missing a sister. I waited until no one was around and did it where I saw the sprinklers. I’m sorry.” The kid has to be sixteen, seventeen max, and he’s got fear visibly rippling through him.

  Wrench let go of his collar, sending the kid to the floor.

  I lean over him, staring into his scared eyes, then give him a warning, “You don’t say a word. We’ll be watching to see if they come back. When they do, you get us. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” he stammers, running from the building.

  “Where was he?” I stare at the burnt part of the building. The damage seems to be minimal, but it’s enough to ruin a bunch of auto parts.

  “Lurking outside on a bicycle,” he mutters. His eyes are glued to where the kid ran out.

  “For real? Why?”

  “Maybe he’s being truthful,” he admits. It’s a scary thing to know someone is after you and have no idea who they are, but that’s how life goes in war. This time if someone wants to bring one to us, we’ll be ready.

  “Either way, we keep this under wraps. If he’s telling the truth, we have some fuckers trying to start shit here. And his sister’s life is in danger. Or he’s just a little shit who’ll get an ass beating later.”

  “You’re right, Pres.”

  “As always,” I acknowledge, cockily nodding my head. “I need to get back to business. This day is getting motherfucking busier by the second. I want a meeting tonight. All of us.”

  “Okay. Midnight?”

  “Works for me. I’m out. Call if you need me. Get more men patrolling outside. I have a feeling that shit’s about to hit the fan.”

  “I’ll be ready.” I walk out, laughing because he will be. I’ve got a few things to handle, but there’s something I need to do first. I call Law.

  “You talk to Wrench?” he asks as soon as he answers.

  “Yes, I’m just leaving. We’ve got problems. I want someone keeping an eye on my sister. I don’t trust whoever did this. Prospects need to be out in full force.”

  “Understood.” After more running around, I make my way to the place I want to be.

  Chapter 4

  Crystal

  The doorbell rings and Morgan’s in the shower. She’s been lying around all day nursing a hangover, so we didn’t do a damn thing. Which really sucked because I hoped we would. I wanted to get Boomer out of my head. The man is too fine for my own good. I want to run my hands through his slicked-back hair and scruffy beard as he takes my body for his own. I make my way to the door in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Braless because fuck it, I’m not going anywhere. No need to suffer for no reason. I open the door without checking who it is. Instantly know I’m in trouble. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. And man, does he seem angry.

  “Do you normally answer the door dressed like that?” I look down at my outfit. What’s his problem? He steps past me, then grabs the door, closing it before turning the lock. He’s in a pair of blue jeans that hug his ass perfectly but give his cock a little breathing room, even though I can clearly spot the outline going down his left leg. Fuck, the man is hung. Then to make it even sexier, he’s got a dark blue Kenneth Cole dress shirt on with the sleeves rolled up neatly to reveal his strong, tatted forearms.

  “Nope, usually ass naked. Do you always show up unannounced?” I snark.

  He tosses me a dirty scowl, but I just walk to the sofa and plop down, tucking my feet under my body.

  “I called my sister, Tigress,” he apprises me. “She didn’t answer. Where is she?”

  “Probably passed out.” I nod toward her bedroom letting him know she’s in there.

  “At this hour?”

  “Well, she’s been nursing one hell of a hangover all day.”

  “Yeah, that’s another thing I need to talk to her about. I don’t
know what the hell has gotten into her, but she needs to get her shit together.”

  “Garrett, what are you doing here?” Morgan mutters with one eye open.

  “I came to see how you’re doing. I can see you feel like shit. At least you look like it.”

  “Shut up. I’m hungry now. Did you order some food?”

  “Yes, it should be coming. I ordered Chinese. The place isn’t great, but it’s the only one here. I didn’t know what you wanted so I got some of everything.”

  “Good, I’m starving, too,” Boomer says. He stares at me while he licks his lips. I get up and leave the room because I need to catch my breath. The doorbell rings and since I’m walking by, I head toward it. I take the cash from the nearby side table, but as I’m about to open the door, Boomer wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me out of the way.

  “Hey,” I complain, kicking my feet in the air pointlessly.

  He sets me on my feet, then says, “You don’t fucking answer the door like that. I don’t need to kill the fucker standing there.” I give him a scowl then hand him the money. He sets it on the table and pulls out his wallet. He opens the door and pays the guy, blocking me from view. I walk away, saying “Fuck it,” under my breath.

  Going into the bedroom, I change my clothes. I put on a bra and different tank top while keeping the same shorts. I want to be comfortable, but with him here, I also want to look cute. I feel like a dumbass but do it anyway.

  As soon as I step back into the living room, I don’t say a thing as I take my seat. Boomer drops his plastic fork to his plate. Growling something unintelligible as he picks it back up.