RIDING WRONG (Steel Titans MC, #2)

by Franca Storm

  I smiled up at him, panting and breathless from his attentions. “I’ve missed this.”

  He startled me as he grabbed my wrists and slammed them into the wall above my head. His fingers twined with mine and he slid them slowly all the way down my outstretched arms, over my boobs, down my sides, to my hips.

  “Cole,” I gasped.

  His hands rose back up until they were fisting in my hair wildly and he was kissing me roughly. He grunted against my mouth as he ground his hard dick into me.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

  I was too far gone in all the heady sensation to do anything other than obey instantly and I hooked my legs around his waist. I screamed out in the next second as he thrust inside me. “Ah, shit! Yes!”

  He buried his face in my shoulder, grasped my thighs, then lost control, fucking me like a madman.

  I couldn’t even begin to try to meet him thrust for thrust. He was like a frigging jackhammer, a hulking, out of control machine made for fucking, his only goal to send us both headlong into ecstasy.

  I clenched my muscles, bearing down around his dick.

  His head flew back, a guttural curse exploding from him. “Fucking devil woman,” he groaned.

  I grinned back at him. “You’re welcome.”

  His right hand left my thigh and he dragged his thumb through my soaking wet pussy.

  In the next moment, I felt his thumb at my asshole.

  He kept his gaze locked on mine, a dirty smirk playing on his lips as he began rimming my ass.

  I bit my lip with anticipation.

  “Beg me. Beg me to take it there, dirty girl.”

  “Please,” I choked out. “Don’t stop.”

  “There’s my bad girl.”

  He pushed inside slowly. I jolted as he breached the stubborn ring of resistance, his thumb popping on through. He slid as deep as the digit would allow.

  And then he started twisting.

  “Oh God, Cole!” I squealed.

  Pushing, pulling, twisting, he tortured my ass as he picked up his thrusts again, his cock slamming into me with no reprieve.

  It was all too much.

  Too much sensation. Too great an intensity.

  I screamed out at the top of my lungs, my body going rigid, my pussy pulsing as my orgasm slammed into me.

  “Jesus Christ,” Cole growled into my shoulder when I came all over his cock.

  He lost his rhythm, then with a wild jerk, he joined me, shooting his load inside me.

  After a few moments to come down from it and catch his breath, he lifted me off the wall and took a seat on the bench, holding me on his lap, my back to his front.

  Kissing the top of my head, he said, “Thank you, baby.”

  I craned my neck and kissed his cheek. “I knew you needed it like that. Do you feel better now?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  Smiling, I relaxed back against him, enjoying the warmth and protection of his large, muscular body surrounding me.

  He eased the hem of my navy off-the-shoulder top up, peeling it up until my belly was exposed. He let out a sigh of contentment as he began stroking it softly. Emotion welled up within me at his sweet, reverent touch.

  “I can’t wait to see it,” he said.

  “Only a few more days to go until our appointment.”

  “I know,” he said excitedly.

  We spent another few minutes relaxing into each other, him stroking my baby bump.

  And then he pulled back and helped me to my feet.

  I giggled as he fixed my skirt and helped me back into my panties.

  “There you go,” he said, then patted my ass.

  He tucked his dick back into his shorts, then walked to his gym bag and started rifling through it. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he told me over his shoulder.

  Before I could ask what it was, he came back to me with a wad of papers in hand.

  He passed them to me and I looked to see a bunch of property listings.

  “Mason and me found a few houses in town that met the criteria you wanted. I made appointments for us to look at them.”

  “Wow,” I breathed. “You did all of this for me?”

  He stroked my hair. “Yeah. For us.”

  I couldn’t believe it. Excitement took me over and I threw my arms around him, kissing him all over.

  He chuckled and took my face in his hands. “It’s happening. We’re starting our life together.”

  “I can’t believe it. After all this time.”

  “As the saying goes, the best things are worth the wait,” he jested. “A hell of a long fucking wait in our case.”

  I pulled him to me, holding him tightly. “They really are.”

  20

  ~Cole~

  “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” I roared through Luce’s jewelry store.

  “Cole,” Tasha cautioned.

  Nah, that wasn’t going to work this time.

  Not when it came to this.

  I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t calming down.

  Hell, I was close to going fucking nuclear.

  I shook my head at Mason in disbelief, then bolted for the door.

  Now I got why the two of them had wanted to meet here in the middle of the fucking night. All so I’d have further to go in order to get to Slade fucking Mitchell. Well, if they thought I was miraculously going to calm down on my ride up there, they’d seriously miscalculated.

  I was all ready to throw open the door, when Mason darted in front of me, a formidable wall blocking my path. He wasn’t the only formidable one between us. But we’d only just reconciled after so long so I really didn’t want to come to blows with him.

  “Move,” I commanded instead. “I’m not looking to fight you so just stand aside and make this easier, yeah?”

  “You know I can’t, brother.”

  Brother. Damn him. A similar tactic to Tasha’s, but, again, it wasn’t going to work.

  “Stand. The. Fuck. Aside,” I growled.

  “Cole, stop!” Tasha called.

  Mason kept his eagle-eyed gaze on me, preparing for me to make a move with my infamous lightning-fast reflexes and circumvent the human barrier he’d made himself into.

  “I let you in on this so when shit finally went down with this mission you’d know you wouldn’t have to worry,” Mason told me. “Slade’s going through with this, no matter what. I just found a way to make damned sure Natasha won’t become part of the collateral damage. You going up there to confront him right now isn’t gonna do anything, except getting you benched and punished for openly challenging our Prez.” He took a risk, his hand clamping down on my shoulder. “And that isn’t gonna help anything, is it?”

  Goddammit!

  His reasoning, his pleas to me were solid. I couldn’t… dispute any of it.

  I took a step back, giving a nod.

  “Yeah?” he questioned, warily.

  “Yeah, fuck. Fine.” I held up my hands. “I’ll hear you out.”

  “All right.” Shooting a glance over my shoulder at Natasha, he called, “Thanks, I’ve got it now. Head on back to the clubhouse. A prospect’s just outside waiting to give you a lift back there.”

  She leaned into me and whispered, “I love you.” Then, with a chaste kiss to my cheek, she took off, heading outside. I watched her through the windows behind Mason as the prospect Mason had put on her helped her up into one of the club’s trucks. I breathed a sigh of relief when they took off, heading back to the safety of the clubhouse.

  “You had her here to tame me, huh?” I questioned Mason. Well, it was less of a question and closer to a statement of fact. Anyone who knew about the two of us was familiar with the rumors, the sedative effect she had on me even in my worst rage-filled moments.

  “She brings you peace.”

  Damn. He was right on the money as usual. All-knowing bastard.

  He shifted his weight uncomfortably. “I’m sorry I refused to see it, to see what she really
is to you, what she does for you.”

  “It’s all good now. Forget it.”

  “It would’ve spared you a hell of a lot of pain.”

  I shrugged. “What doesn’t kill you and all that, right?” Turning and beginning to pace the length of the shop floor, I uttered, “Speaking of that, if we don’t play this really carefully, you and me aren’t gonna make it back.”

  “We know our shit. It’s far from our first fucking rodeo. We’re gonna be fine.” He dropped his gaze for a second as he said, “No matter what, even if the worst happens, you’re gonna make it. I swear it to you.”

  I stopped short. “What? What the hell does that mean?”

  He turned from me and walked to one of Luce's jewelry shelves, the ones housing the rings she’d made. He picked a couple of them up, lifting them, inspecting them, testing their weight. Distracting himself.

  “Mason,” I pressed walking over to him. “Answer me.”

  Avoiding my gaze in that skillful way of his, he said, “Your kid needs his father.”

  I didn’t like where this was going. “And my sister needs you.”

  With a heavy sigh, he turned to face me head-on, “We’ve gotta talk priorities here, Cole.”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “We’re not trading lives here.”

  “Even with me finding a way to keep Natasha out of it the risk is still high. As soon as Nik realizes he’s been had, he’s gonna lose it in a big way. What if he takes that out on you before we can take him down?”

  “It won’t come to that. You’ve got my back. And, even though I’m pissed at him for the underhanded shit he tried to get Tasha to go through with, I know Slade does too. Tank. Van. Liam. The entire club. We’re a brotherhood for a reason. We protect our own.”

  “That’s all great in a perfect world, but you and me know better than most that we’re real fucking far off from that.”

  “Look, it needs to be done. Like you said, Slade isn’t gonna stop now. He’s going for it.”

  “You should sit this one out.”

  “What?”

  “Stay back here, man our defenses, be with Natasha and Luce.”

  “Then who’s gonna have your back?”

  He shrugged. “The rest of the club.”

  “It’s not the same and you know it. I’m the best and you’re gonna need the best going into this. You and me, we can read each other, shift gears and react in sync with just a look. Invaluable stuff when split seconds count when all hell breaks loose.”

  “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  “Well, I’m not willing to let you.”

  He stormed over to me, getting in my face, as he thundered, “You’re gonna be a father! There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let what happened to us during our childhoods happen to the next generation! That baby deserves more than what we had!”

  “Luce and me lost both our parents and so did you. Even if this goes south, my kid will still have Tasha. And Luce, for that matter.” I grasped his arms, giving him a bit of a shake. “You’re overreacting and overthinking all of this. Jesus, Mason, you’re freaking the fuck out!” I frowned at him. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

  He pulled himself out of my grip and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just… the time for losing shit, all the pain… it’s over now. We’re not taking more of it. It’s our turn now. Our turn to be happy.”

  “Okay, brother. I hear you, all right? It’s all gonna be okay. We’ve got this.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Slade should’ve buried Nik and the Strikers long ago.”

  “Well, he didn’t have us before. We’ll do this. We’ll take every precaution, I swear it. We’ve just got to keep our heads in the game and forget the stakes, just focus on the mission and remaining levelheaded. That’s how we’re gonna succeed.”

  I held out my hand to him.

  With a little hesitation, he took it. “To ending this.”

  As we shook firmly, I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, brother.”

  21

  ~Natasha~

  “A BABY GIRL,” Cole mused aloud as he snatched the keys out of the lockbox and joined me by the front door of the bungalow.

  I turned to him. “You’ve been saying that since we left the clinic hours ago.” I giggled. “Are you okay?”

  He opened the door and led me inside, his hand to the small of my back. Shutting it behind us and pocketing the keys for the time being, he told me, “It’s just… I know we’re having a baby.” He gestured at my growing baby bump. “I see it every day. But hearing the heartbeat today and seeing the visual on that monitor... it just made it more real, drove it home to me, I guess. And now knowing it’s a girl… it’s amazing.”

  “Amazing, huh?” I teased.

  “When I pictured having a kid, I’d always imagined it being a girl. I can’t believe it. It’s just… perfect.”

  My arms were around him in the next moment holding him tight as I buried my face in his chest. “I love how excited you are, how happy, Cole.”

  “You were crying when you heard the heartbeat,” he said, clearly happy that I was as excited as he was.

  “Happy tears,” I said, a giggle escaping me.

  He grinned and wrapped his arm around me as we walked down the hallway and into the open concept room, the living room and kitchen on full display. To our right was a hallway that led to a bathroom and three rooms. There was a set of stairs over by the kitchen that led down to a finished basement that had a large master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom and another big room that we’d planned on turning into a playroom for the baby.

  The place was brand-new, the first-floor rooms freshly painted a sleek gray, the basement a nice pastel green. The kitchen appliances were modern stainless steel, the countertops black marble. The yard was landscaped already with ample room, a high fence that afforded privacy. Although, it was basically overkill because the house was at the edge of town, set back from everything and everyone, no neighbors around.

  It was the first house we’d seen today and this was our second look at it.

  “This is the one, Cole.”

  He smirked. “I know.”

  “Really?”

  “I know you. I know your tastes, what you like and don’t like. I had your list of criteria too. So, I figured this would be your favorite.”

  I smiled happily.

  He grinned back at me, then started to take a closer look at things, getting into the inspection of it, mumbling some things of note to himself as he went.

  I left him to it and headed down the hallway to the corner room next door to the first-floor bathroom. I took in the space, the closet, the beautiful bay windows, the overall size. “Perfect,” I murmured to myself.

  “Perfect for what?” Cole’s voice came from behind me at the door.

  I turned to him. “The nursery.”

  “I like it. Good idea.”

  “I’m going to call the realtor,” I told him, delving into the pocket of my wool coat for my phone.

  Cole’s hand clamped down on my wrist, stopping me. “Wait.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “For what? You want more time to think about it?”

  He shook his head, then stepped back. I tensed as his jovial attitude disappeared, his expression turning serious and intense.

  “Cole, what’s wrong? Is—”

  My words caught in my throat as he dropped to one knee in front of me.

  Oh. My. God.

  He reached into his leather jacket pocket and pulled out a little black box.

  I gasped as he flipped it open.

  A gorgeous white-gold diamond encrusted engagement ring shone back at me.

  “Cole,” I breathed.

  He gently grasped my left hand, softly stroking my fingers as he beamed up at me. “For way too long we didn’t believe we could have a future, that we could truly be together. But, no matter how hard the world tried to keep us apart, it failed. We kept coming back to each other. We belong
to each other. I love you for everything that you are and you do the same for me, even loving the darkest parts of me. I don’t want to spend another moment of my life without you beside me. So, Natasha Ireland, will you be my wife?”

  Those tears of happiness from earlier struck again. His beautiful speech had them pouring down my face, choking me up so much that I could barely breathe, let alone speak.

  Seeing my predicament, he chuckled and rose up. He wiped away my tears with the pads of his thumbs. “It’s okay, baby,” he soothed.

  Stroking my hair to calm me, he laughed, “You’re so fucking cute, Tasha.”

  “Shut it,” I choked out, giving his chest a playful slap.

  “So, that’s your answer?” he teased.

  “No,” I cried. I grasped his jacket and jerked him into me. “The answer is yes. It’s always been yes. I’d love nothing more than to be your wife, my sexy hard-ass biker.”

  Smiling, he pulled the ring from the box and carefully slid it onto my finger. “Mine,” he said, kissing my hand.

  “Yours,” I confirmed. “Finally.”

  He wrapped his arms around me. “Finally.”

  22

  ~Natasha~

  PANIC GRIPPED ME.

  An awful, unsettling feeling gurgled in the pit of my stomach. And it wasn’t morning sickness.

  Frantic with it, I struggled to turn over in our bed, my belly now big enough to make a once very easy task, difficult.

  “Cole!” I hissed through his dark room. “I feel like something’s—”

  My words caught in my throat when I laid my eyes on his side of the bed only to find that he wasn’t there.

  My panic surging, I struggled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The light wasn’t on so it was a long shot that he was in there, but I flipped it on anyway just to be sure.

  Nothing.

  No sign of him.

  Walking back to the bed, I snatched my phone off my bedside table intending to call.

  But as soon as I swiped it open, I saw a text message from the Houndini-esq man in question.

  I’m good. Sit tight. This shit’s ending ASAP. Love you.

  “Cole, you fool, what have you done?” I hissed under my breath.

  After everything we’d talked about, all the promises we’d made to each other, had he seriously gone off half-cocked like his past self, that frigging reckless maniac that he had been?