Thunderclap (Steel Infidels MC) (Bad Boy Romance) (Steel Infidels Series Book 4)

by Burke, Dez

  “Hell no, I wasn’t checking up on you,” I say with a laugh. “That’s the kind of shit women do. Drives me crazy. I hate it.”

  “So what’s your excuse then?”

  She is not letting this go about the cell phone. I calmly put the bowl of ice cream down on the counter and turn around to face her.

  “Alright, if you must know, I was going to take a dick pic with your phone and set it as your background image.” I grin at her. “It was a joke, that’s all. I thought it would be funny if you opened your phone and there was a photo of my dick staring at you.”

  The look on her face is priceless. She’s horrified.

  I’m a little shocked myself at the outrageous lie that just came out of my mouth. It’s over the top even for me. I’ve never sent a girl a dick pic in my life.

  “Sam!” she says in exasperation. “Are you nuts? Women do not want to receive dick pics from men. Trust me, they just don’t.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe you are so crude.”

  I laugh at her disgusted expression.

  “After last night, I thought you might want a photo,” I lie again. “I didn’t expect you to crawl all over my ass and accuse me of being a stalker.”

  “I didn’t say you were a stalker,” she argues back.

  “You definitely implied it.”

  She lets out a long sigh and looks at me a long moment. I can’t tell if she’s buying it or not.

  “Okay, you win,” she suddenly says. She pulls out her cell phone, turns it on, then hands it to me. “So give me a dick pic. Maybe I’ll love it as much as you seem to think I will. I’ve never had a man send me one, so who knows?”

  I lean back against the kitchen counter and raise my eyebrows at her. What is she up to now?

  “This sounds like a challenge. Do you think I won’t do it?”

  She laughs, and I realize this might be the first time I’ve heard genuine laughter coming out of her mouth.

  Interesting.

  I want to hear her laugh again.

  “Oh, I know you’ll do it,” she says. “I bet you’re the type that never turns down a dare.”

  True.

  I glance down at her phone in my hand.

  “Point and shoot, right?”

  “Right.”

  Her eyes dare me to chicken out.

  “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I walk away and head toward the bathroom.

  “Whoa!” she yells after me. “Where are you going?”

  “To the bathroom.”

  “Oh no, you don’t,” she says. “I want to watch this. Come back in here.” She sits down in a chair and curls her legs under her. “Whip out that big boy and show me what you’ve got. You can take your time. I have all day. No pressure.”

  Her eyes meet mine. So she is daring me.

  I feel my cock starting to swell. If she wants a fucking show, I’ll give her one. And I’ll enjoy every second of it, too.

  I undo my belt buckle and reach for the zipper.

  “Do you want it soft or hard?” I ask.

  “This isn’t a male enhancement ad,” she says. “I don’t need a before and after shot. Definitely hard, don’t you think? But take your shirt off first.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it. Humor me.”

  I peel off my shirt and toss it to her. She catches it mid-air and laughs again.

  Lila is actually enjoying this. I can’t wrap my head around what game she is playing right now and really don’t care.

  I’m turned on as fuck.

  Finally I’m seeing a glimpse of the girl behind the mask.

  And I want her.

  Like crazy.

  The way she is right now...wild, sexy, and playful.

  I switch the phone to my left hand and pull my already semi-hard cock out of my jeans with my right.

  How the hell did I end up at this place?

  I’m standing here with my dick in my hand while a fucking ATF undercover agent is curled up in a chair grinning at me like a Cheshire cat.

  I say a silent prayer.

  Dear dick, please do not fail me now.

  Without taking my eyes off her face, I stroke my cock, feeling it harden and lengthen under my hand. When I suspect it is as big as it’s going to get, I position her cell phone for a close-up and click the button.

  My first and last dick pic.

  I hope she likes it.

  Something tells me she won’t.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lila

  I jump up from the chair and grab the phone out of his hand to take a look.

  “Oh wow,” I say. “I’m at a loss for words.”

  Touching the screen with two fingers, I enlarge the shot and fail to stifle a giggle. The expression on Sam’s face is killing me. I don’t know when I’ve gotten so tickled by something. I turn the phone upside down so I can check the photo out from a different angle. His dick takes up the entire screen.

  “Truly, Sam. There are no words. What exactly did you expect me to do with a photo like this? Show it to my friends? Post it on social media?”

  I know he wasn’t really planning to send me a dick pic. I caught him red-handed trying to prowl through my phone and he needed a quick cover story. When he gave me an opening, I couldn’t resist taking him up on it just to see what he would do. I should have known he couldn’t resist a dare.

  “I take it you’re not impressed then?” he asks with a cocky grin.

  When I hesitate in answering, he gives his cock another long, slow stroke.

  Good Lord!

  Of course I’m impressed. What woman wouldn’t be? I shrug and try not to stare with my tongue hanging out. His cock is getting even thicker and longer if that is humanly possible. How much longer can he keep this up? It’s taking all of the willpower I have not to run over and tackle him onto the floor.

  I wonder who is going to break first? I have a feeling it’s going to be me. And I would bet anything that he knows it, too.

  “At least now I can cross getting a dick pic off my life bucket list,” I reply. “I’m deleting this photo by the way. I’m all about the total package. Don’t move.”

  I back up a few feet and center the camera to take a photo of his whole body from his messed-up sandy blond hair to his black leather boots.

  He’s gorgeous and undeniably sexy.

  All I ever dreamed of in one man.

  The photo captures the essence of Sam perfectly.

  No matter what happens, I will never forget how he looks at this moment. A big grin as always, bare muscular chest, deep blue eyes, unzipped jeans, and a tanned hand on the longest, hardest cock I’ve ever seen.

  One hundred percent Sam.

  Why couldn’t we have met another way?

  “Now this photo is a keeper,” I say, turning the phone toward him. “I even managed to capture those beautiful blue eyes of yours. Regardless of what men think, it’s not all about the size of the dick.”

  After turning off my cell phone, I place it on the table.

  “Are you satisfied now, Lila?” he asks. “Because I’m beginning to feel a bit objectified.”

  He’s teasing, and I laugh at the ridiculous thought.

  “How many times have you and your biker friends made women feel objectified?”

  “Two times, okay, maybe three at the most,” he shoots back. “You didn’t answer my question. Are you satisfied?”

  I move so close to him that our bodies are almost touching.

  “Not yet.”

  He inhales sharply. His blue eyes have gone almost black with lust.

  “You had better stop playing with me,” he warns.

  “Or what?”

  Sam is barely hanging on to control. I wonder how far I can push him before he snaps. I want to know what it feels like to be taken by Sam when he’s not holding anything back. My hand reaches up to wrap firmly around the tip of his hard cock. I rub my thumb over the opening and then slide my hand down to meet
his.

  I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “So the player doesn’t like to be played?”

  “Okay,” he growls. “That’s it, young lady.”

  He grabs me with both hands and backs me up against the white oak kitchen island in the middle of the room. With one strong tug, he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up over my head.

  “No bra? Damn! It’s a good thing I didn’t realize that or I would have been coming in my hand.”

  His teeth nip my shoulder gently while his hands slide up my stomach to knead my breasts.

  “Take off your shorts,” he says. “My hands are busy.”

  I push down my shorts and panties. They pool at my feet and he kicks them out of the way. As if I weigh nothing, he picks me up and sits me on the wooden island.

  “Lie back,” he says.

  “Wait,” I say in alarm. “We can’t do this here. People prepare food where I’m sitting.”

  He grins back at me and reaches for the bottle of chocolate syrup on the counter.

  “I know. So do I.”

  Before I have a chance to jump out of the way, he drizzles a line of chocolate syrup all the way from my nipples to my thighs. He moves in between my legs, slides me down closer to him, and wraps my ankles around his shoulders.

  Leaning down, he starts at my breasts, slowly licking off the chocolate and tonguing my nipples until they are hard and erect. I grab his shoulders as he drags one nipple into his mouth, sucking softly at first before growing ravenous.

  I squirm under his tongue as he trails down my stomach, licking and biting while murmuring how delicious I taste. When he moves lower, I grip his shoulders tighter and hold on for dear life.

  “Oh Jesus!”

  He chuckles and shoulders his way down between my thighs. Cupping my ass in both hands, he lowers his head. The intense sensation of his mouth settling between my legs and the friction of his trimmed beard nuzzling against my thigh makes me gasp.

  He tugs and sucks on each pussy lip individually before settling his tongue flat over my opening. My thighs start trembling as he holds me down, forcing me to be perfectly still while he licks long strokes on my clit.

  Sam’s tongue is driving me out of my mind. What he’s doing to me is the very definition of sinful.

  When he hears my breath hitch, he glances up with those gorgeous blue eyes, slaying me with an unspoken promise of dark and wondrous things.

  “My two favorite things,” he says hoarsely with another long stroke of his tongue. “Chocolate and your pussy. I can eat you all day.”

  I’m melting.

  He buries his tongue deep in my pussy, teasing me, before shifting back to my clit and sucking hard.

  “Sam! Oh my God!”

  I clutch harder on his head and shove his face even deeper. His growl of approval vibrates against my skin. My whole body starts to spasm, and I buck wildly against his face while my pussy ripples and contracts around his tongue.

  I’m shocked by the intensity of sensations pulsing through me. Instincts take over, and all I can focus on is Sam’s tongue and lips grinding into me with unbelievably delicious pleasure.

  It is wicked and sizzling hot.

  I cum for what seems like forever.

  His tongue doesn’t stop moving until I’m completely spent. While I try to catch my breath, he nuzzles his stubble back and forth against my inner thighs.

  “Hot damn!” he murmurs. “Feeling you cum on my face was fucking fantastic. Ready for round two?”

  “Yes...oh yes!”

  He gently slides his hand down my leg wrapped around his shoulder and turns his head to kiss my calf. After moving me down to the very edge of the island, he places his cock at the entrance to my pussy. After waiting a split second, he thrusts all the way to the hilt inside me with one long movement.

  “Oh God that’s deep,” I say.

  I can’t think and can only feel. Nothing and no one else could ever feel half as good as Sam buried deep inside me. He slides almost all the way out and plunges back in again all the way to his balls with a loud grunt.

  “You feel so fucking amazing,” he mutters.

  With his strong hands holding my hips so I won’t slide, he begins to thrust hard and fast. “Oh shit!” he suddenly says and stops moving. “Damn it! Hang on. I forgot the condom.” He keeps up a steady stream of curse words as he moves to slide out of me.

  “No!” I clutch the muscles on his back. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. Don’t stop.”

  He hesitates, and a strange expression crosses his face. I tighten my muscles around him, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

  “Damn Lila, you’re killing me. Are you sure? I have to move or pull out. I always wear condoms, so I’m safe. I promise.”

  I nod. “Yes.”

  He draws out slowly inch by torturous inch and then pushes back inside me in an increasing pace. Each thrust is angled to hit right up against my most responsive sweet spot. Wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me.

  “Is this what you need?” he asks hoarsely as he pounds into me harder. “You feel so tight I’m not sure how long I can last.”

  He’s watching me closely, and I can see the tension in his face. He’s trying desperately to hold back for me. To know that he’s putting my pleasure above his makes me desire him even more.

  “You’re what I need,” I whisper back, amazed at how responsive my body is to his every movement.

  Even now, I’m still hungry for one more thrust that will bring him closer. I run my hands over his chest, savoring the feel of his muscles under my palms. I can’t get enough of the way every muscle in his arms is flexed and the heat of his skin pressed up hard against mine.

  “I want to feel you cum inside me,” I tell him. “Don’t hold anything back, and don’t pull out.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, pumping his cock faster into me.

  The loud sound of our red-hot sex fills the kitchen.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I pant.

  His movements grow more driven and animalistic. This is exactly what I want and need. His pace grows almost manic, his grunts deep and loud. I know he is as close to coming as I am.

  “Cum for me,” he growls. “I need to see your face.”

  His words completely do me in. My orgasm slams into me and I cry out. He rides it out with me, still holding back, stroking and carrying me as far as I can go.

  “Fuck!” he yells when he finally lets go.

  His climax is as wild and powerful as he is, raging and intense. He fills me up with deep convulsive blasts and I eagerly take it all.

  “Lila,” he breathes huskily when his breathing finally slows.

  The way he says my name lights me up from the inside.

  “Thank you for giving me such a beautiful gift.”

  He closes his eyes and leisurely kisses his way down my leg still locked behind his shoulders.

  “Am I still alive?”

  Did Sam say that or did I?

  I have no idea. I’m still in a fuzzy daze.

  He removes my legs from his shoulders and wraps them instead around his waist. With one smooth movement, he picks me up easily and holds me against his warm chest. I bury my face in his neck. I love it when he carries me.

  “I believe I might have missed some chocolate syrup,” he says with a smile in his voice. “Feel like having your back washed in the shower?”

  Round three?

  Yes, please.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lila

  I wake up early and slip into the kitchen to make breakfast for Sam before he goes to work. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees what I’m cooking. I’m a Southern girl, and my mother taught me how to make biscuits and gravy when I was ten years old.

  Sure, I lied to him about not knowing how to cook. Something tells me he’ll get over it.

  The man can’t eat at a greasy diner every day of his life. If it were up to me, there would be a few habits
of his I would change. Like sneaking cigarettes when he thinks I can’t smell them and eating unhealthy food every day of his life.

  I would also try to get rid of those damn Sweet Butts. Trish and Kendra were on the right track where they were concerned. I didn’t like the Sweet Butts that I met, and I don’t like the thought of them hanging all over Sam either.

  I would also suggest some major changes to how the Steel Infidels are conducting their business. The first thing I would tell them is to stop breaking the law though I doubt they would listen to me.

  As I mix up the biscuit dough, I realize it feels good to be fixing breakfast for someone else. I enjoy cooking, but it gets old cooking for one and sitting down to an empty table every night with a lonely glass of wine.

  I roll out the biscuit dough and cut the biscuits with a glass turned upside-down. The rental house is furnished with only the bare kitchen basics, and that doesn’t include a biscuit cutter. I guess most people renting a lake house for the summer don’t plan on spending their vacation in the kitchen.

  After sliding the pan of biscuits into the oven, I boot up my laptop. My boss thinks I’m working surveillance again today from the building down the street from the tattoo shop. I have a much better idea of how to spend my time. Like hacking into the local pastor’s computer who tipped off the ATF about the Steel Infidels’s bootlegging activities. Without his firsthand statement, I’m not sure there would have even been an interest in the Steel Infidels.

  Everyone has secrets and something to hide. If he’s hiding something, I’ll find it.

  Next on my list is the local judge who approved the wiretapping on the Mason brothers’ landlines. He wasn’t super eager to go along with it and balked at placing taps on the other Steel Infidels. At the time I was pissed off about it, but now I’m glad. It won’t hurt to dig into his background too, along with the Bardsville Police Chief and any other high-level law enforcement officers in town.

  A plan is beginning to form in my mind. I need time to think it through carefully.

  Sam wanders into the kitchen barefoot, shirtless and sexy as hell. I glance at the clock on the wall. Not enough time to drag him back to the bedroom and feed him too before he goes to work.

  He walks over to where I’m sitting at the kitchen table and places his hands on my shoulders.