I did as he asked and slipped my middle finger into my opening.
“Oh, yes, that’s it, baby. Fuck yourself while I watch.” Steel’s voice took on a desperate, needy quality. It turned me on even more to have Cooper Steel hot and bothered because of little old me.
I didn’t understand what had come over me as I couldn’t help but do as he ordered. Pulling my finger out, I pushed it back in again, my body working on its own. Warm breath brushed over my ultra-sensitive flesh as Steel growled again. Looking down to where he was between my legs, I saw him close to my pussy, watching as my finger went in and out of me, his eyes pools of dark emerald green.
Just as I was about to take my finger from my heat, Steel’s hand held me in place, then his tongue licked and swirled around where my finger was deep inside myself.
Oh, God, I felt his wet tongue as it circled where my finger had me spread open, licking my finger, too. I added another finger and widened myself further, opening me to his intense, hooded gaze. His tongue disappeared and made way for his whole mouth to devour me, full, open-mouthed kissing taking all my juices. And there must have been a lot. I was so close to that ultimate goal.
“I can’t get enough of you, Beauty. What the fuck have you done to me? I can hear your heart beating out of control for me.” His words vibrated through me, doing their job.
With one final push of my fingers, Steel’s mouth and tongue lapping deeply at my heat, I saw stars behind my eyelids, the burning flash of white robbing me of sight, and I came hard.
“Cooper!” My scream filled my ears as I convulsed over and over.
Steel didn’t let up with his mouth as he lapped up my release, and I went limp on Steel’s bed.
“I think the enter club knows you like to call me Cooper now.” Steel laughed as he crawled up my body to rest on top of me, keeping most of his weight on his elbows and none on my stomach. His chin glistened with come, and I found it so sexy.
Without any thought, I smiled sassily, then leaned up and swiped my tongue across his chin and lips, lapping up my essence from his skin. Where was this behaviour coming from? Was I not a virgin just a few days ago? And now, all of a sudden, I was some sort of sex maniac. This stud was changing me, but the question was would he want me?
“Beauty, you are playing with fire,” Steel warned, but there was no heat in his tone as his eyes danced with desire and satisfaction.
“Maybe I want to play,” I replied.
I got to play this morning and had heaps of fun. Maybe this time, he might let me get my mouth full of his juices.
Shaking his head, Steel dropped a chaste kiss on my pouting lips, the taste of myself still very much there.
“Nope, no time, Beauty. You’ve got a shift to work. I will drop you off, then I’ve got to go to the Bar and Grill for a bit. While I’m gone, there will be plenty of detail to watch over you until I get back and take over,” Steel announced. With one last kiss to first one breast and then the other, he rolled his body away and hopped off the bed.
I was dumbfounded. He didn’t want sex? What about him? I felt his hard erection through his jeans, so he was turned on. I didn’t understand.
“Mia?”
I looked up and saw Steel standing by the bed, smiling at me, his large bulge still very prominent behind the denim of his jeans. I could take care of that for him if he would just let me. Hiding my humiliation behind my hair, I gave him a tight smile.
“Yep, yep, I’m coming, Stud.” I injected some light humour into my voice even though I didn’t feel it. I needed to talk with Rainn.
19
STEEL
The Bar and Grill was packed by the time I arrived for work.
I dropped Mia off at Body and Souls, kissing her thoroughly and leaving her a puddle of soft mush, and then made sure the prospects and Darth were inside on detail before I left.
I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be buried in Mia, I wanted her to squeeze me and come on my dick as she screamed out my given name. Her taste was still on my tongue, invading my tastebuds and ruining me for anything else. Beer would never taste the same, and Stella’s homemade marshmallow squares, my favourite treat in the world, had nothing on the sweet that was my beauty.
“Hey, VP. Mia not working tonight, eh? She’s getting special treatment already?”
My head whipped up at the nasty voice that just spoke of my beauty. Fucking Tori. I didn’t understand why she was still at the strip club. Other than her dancing skills and her rockin’ body, she was not the kind of woman we normally liked to have hanging around the compound. I guess we just let her because she was Callie’s best friend, but Callie wasn’t around anymore, so why did we still keep Tori?
“Don’t push me, Tori. Keep Mia out of your thoughts. You know she is at the club tonight.”
She snorted indelicately as she picked up a tray of beers, her eyes narrowing.
“Yes, boss. Does Callie know you have jumped from one sister to the other? Is this some kind of sister fetish you got going?”
What the fuck! Did this chick really think she could talk to me like this? She had been pushing the buttons of all the women of the club’s brothers, and Mia was my woman. Make no mistake—Callie was never mine. And I never had any illusions of that. To the outsider, it might seem like I was jumping from one sister to another, but that was simply not the case. Callie served a purpose for me, just like I had for her. Mia was different. So very different.
“Hey, Steel. We’ve got a problem with the register. I can’t get it to open,” one of the bartenders shouted, giving Tori the chance to saunter off with her order.
I made a mental note to discuss her employment at the next meeting with my brothers.
Stalking off, I made my way behind the bar to fix whatever the problem was. As part owner of the joint, I prided myself on knowing how to do everything. It didn’t take me too long to figure out the register was out of printing tape, which then locked the draw automatically until a new roll was inserted. Replacing it easily, I handed the old one to Mick to put it with the others. I would go through it later or get Mia to do it.
Before I left Mia at the strip club, Booth had texted to tell me I had a run tomorrow with Darth and Deck. We would be gone for about a week. It was the last thing I felt like doing. Normally, I loved the runs—being out on my bike and riding free—but this time, I wanted to be here with Mia. I wanted to go to the doctors with her to get the blood test to see if we were going to be parents. I didn’t want her doing it without me.
“Boss, I found this note behind the glasses. Not sure what it means but it is Mia’s handwriting,” Mick said as he handed me a piece of the Bar and Grill’s stationery.
I immediately recognised the neatly printed letters, after all, Mia wrote down all the days’ takings and ordering. She liked to do it old-school before she entered it into the computer.
“Thanks, mate. Keep an eye on that group of uni students by the pool tables. I don’t want any more trouble like last time,” I warned him as I took off for my office with Mia’s note in my hand.
“You got it,” replied Mick. He was one of the best bartenders I had ever hired, his skills brilliant behind the bar and with the ladies. He could keep them drinking for hours by plying them with compliments, ensuring the bar’s better-than-good business.
“What in the actual fuck is this?” I shouted aloud. My office was empty except for me.
In my hand, I read the note, but what was written had my blood freezing. Mia had made a list—a list that wasn’t a shopping list for whiskey or beer nuts. No, it was a list of why she wasn’t worthy of me. Only two things at the top of the list interested me.
I love him.
I want this baby.
The other shit just made me feel like a bastard. Balling the piece of paper in my fist, I threw it against the wall of my office.
Fuck it to hell.
Callie was just an easy distraction, a way to help improve my ego after losing my leg and being reject
ed by other women. She was not a nice person, was self-absorbed and everything was all about her. I certainly never loved her. The night I proposed was just me being desperate and envious of my brothers and their happiness with their women. Plus, I’d hurt Mia that night on the phone.
I did love Mia. My feelings for her had always been there, kept beneath the surface and too scary to admit to.
Her sweet nature was far too sweet for my rough.
Her sweet heart was far too giving for my cold one.
Her beauty was far too beautiful for my ugly.
Fuck it. I was taking it all because I loved her. We were having a baby together—maybe. But if the test turned out negative, I was going to do my best to make sure she did get pregnant and married me, and we would live happily ever God-fucking-dammit after.
And as soon as this fucking run was over, I was going to inform her of all of this.
And that was it.
20
Mia
Steel had been gone for five days. The run he, Deck, and Darth went on had gone longer than they’d anticipated. We texted each other, and he called every night before I went to sleep. I decided to stay in his room at the compound at the insistence of Steel and the . I was glad they asked. Being at Rainn’s had been great, but she was so moody lately, snapping at me and making fun of my stupidity—her word, not mine—of having unprotected sex with the VP. I hated when she called him that. Yes, he was the VP, but her tone was always judgemental. So when she called him a manwhore and a prick, I readily agreed to leave here for a while. Whatever her problem was, I hoped she worked it out because Rainn was special, and I loved her, but this new Rainn was a pain in the butt, and the rest of the flock was getting mighty annoyed with her, too.
Another thing worrying me and playing on my mind was the last time Steel and I were together. I mean, it was great, sensational, one of the best orgasms to date, my fingers and his mouth working in tandem to work me up to an explosion of desire only one read about. That wasn’t the worrying part, though. The part where he rolled off me, sporting a huge erection, and simply drove me to work, dropped me off after kissing me boneless, and then left. I might not be experienced in the art of coupling, but I was baffled. Completely. He got hard, which meant he was excited, so to me, sex should have been the next step, not rolling off me and taking me to work.
Normally, I would go to Rainn at times like this, but I thought Vegas might be the go-to girl on this one.
“So are you ready for this test?” Stella sat down beside me in the kitchen, which was empty apart from us. Not that it mattered. Everyone at the club knew what was going on thanks to Shiloh and her parroting and Steel and his cockiness when Squirt announced his ‘knocking me up’ statement. So there was no point shushing Stella.
“Yes—no. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Stells, how can this be happening?”
The situation was fraught with trouble and drama, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t see a happy ending. I wanted that happy ending really bad. I loved Steel with every part of my heart, but could he love me the same? Callie was clouding my ability to see what Steel was seeing. I had seen them together so many times, laughing, kissing, and nearly in the act of sex. My heart broke each and every time, and now he was happy with a possible baby and a family with me. It was what my heart desired, but my mind was too pessimistic to grab hold and accept it.
Everything kept coming back to Callie and that marriage proposal.
“He avoids my concerns about Callie whenever I bring it up. But—”
“You want proof?” Stella interrupted.
Did I?
“Well, maybe?” My answer came out more like a question. Would proof help me get over my shit?
“So having his baby isn’t enough for you?”
“Maybe having his baby—maybe,” I reminded her.
“Okay, what about him kicking Callie out of the club and having hot and heavy sex with you.” Stella ticked off her fingers as she made each point.
“Oh, boy, the sex. Let me tell you, Stella, that man naked is better than anything Michelangelo could have ever painted. His body was a work of the best kind of art, and oh, his hands should carry insurance.” Fanning myself, I got lost for a second in the memories of my stud in action.
“Hang on, hang on. You have seen Steel naked? You have seen his leg?” Stella asked, dropping her cupcake on the plate, the icing squishing flat on impact.
“Um, not really. I gave him a moment of privacy and took a shower so he could get undressed and into bed.” What did it matter? Sex was sex, wasn’t it?
“So he was completely naked, and you felt his leg?” she prompted, ignoring what I just said.
I narrowed my eyes at the pretty blonde, her questions starting to give me a headache.
“Yes, Stella, he was naked, and I felt his leg. I was on top for a while and felt the stump. He also fell asleep in the same bed as me, and during the night, he spooned me, and his injured leg tangled with mine. Stella, why does any of this matter? He’s had more sex with Callie than me,” I logically pointed out.
Stella looked at me with something like disappointment, and I didn’t like that. Stella and Charlotte were my best friends, and disappointing them was not what I wanted.
“Mia sweetheart, he may have had copious amounts of sex with your sister, but to my knowledge, he has never spent the night in bed with her naked and spooning while they slept. Booth said he doesn’t trust her with such a private part of himself, but it would seem he trusts you.” Getting up from the table, Stella picked up the plate with her squished cupcake.
“I promised Booth that I would take a nap before he takes me to the baby store. I think it’s too early to buy a bassinet and pram, but he can’t wait,” she explained, her eyes soft and her voice whimsical as she spoke about her husband. “Mia?”
Turning slowly in my seat, I look at Stella, waiting for her to unload more words of wisdom.
“Maybe it’s you who doesn’t trust Steel. I hope that’s not the case. Steel is made from the same stuff as Booth and the rest of the men—loyalty, trust, and honour. And love, Mia. When they love, they love hard, fierce, and forever.” She gave me a sad smile and then left the room, leaving me feeling lower than used gum stuffed under a table. She was right. I was focusing too much on my inferiority complex with Callie and not enough on what Steel had given me so far. Not the baby but the trust. If this was going to work, I had to find a way to purge my sister out of my head and my life.
Or I might just lose Steel, and that made my heart hurt more than anything else.
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“Thanks for coming with me, Charlotte. Steel had hoped he would be back by now,” I said as we entered the clinic Stella had recommended. Both she and Charlotte came here to confirm their pregnancies.
“No problem. Shiloh is with her grandparents for two days, and I am at a loss without her and her father. I miss Deck like a fat kid on a diet misses cake.” She laughed as we signed in at the front desk. Then we got the paperwork out of the way before taking a seat in the crowded waiting room.
“I thought they would have been back by now. Steel said originally that he was going to be gone for just five days. But last night, when he called, he said it was going to be another five days at least,” I whined as I picked up a magazine and absently flicked through it, trying not to see the photos of birthing scenes. Oh, God, was that going to happen to my vagina?
“I know. Deck is more over-protective hundreds of kilometres away than he is when he is here, and that is a lot.” Charlotte giggled, then reached over and took the magazine from my hands, throwing it on the empty seat beside her.
I raised my eyebrows at her because I was reading that. Sort of.
“Sorry, sweetie, but I don’t need a visual of what is going to happen to me when I give birth to this brute of a son Deck is convinced we are having,” she explained with a shrug of her slim shoulders. She had a point. Charlotte was so tiny, and Deck was not. The chances the b
aby was going to be a little five pounder was highly unlikely. Poor woman. I was deliberately not thinking about how big Steel was. So not going there.
“So does he know you took off with me today?”
“Nope. Does Steel know you took off without a detail?”
“Nope. None of the prospects was available, and Booth and Stella are shopping for baby furniture. This is a medical clinic, for heaven’s sake. Surely, we are safe here,” I said pragmatically, but a glare from Charlotte sparked my brain, reminding me of the incident a few months back when Charlotte’s car and Deck’s motorcycle were blown up at this very clinic’s car park.
“Ah, yes, we may be in some trouble,” I conceded with a sly grin. It wasn’t that I didn’t take the threat from Rogue seriously, because I did. The night Stella was kidnapped was the scariest time of my life. A horrible experience I did not want to have again anytime soon.
“Mia Stone,” a voice called out, stopping any more thoughts of the trouble Charlotte and I may be in with Deck and Steel but conjuring a plethora of other thoughts of the trouble I may be in.
“Okay, sweetie, it’s time to give over some blood,” Charlotte said in a singsong voice as she got gracefully to her feet. I hoped I took as good as she does during pregnancy.
21
STEEL
“What the fuck do you mean she isn’t there? Where is she?” Deck yelled into his phone.
We had been away for far too long. This run had turned from a run for specialist parts for the construction company and new guns for the gun shop and range to a trip up to Sydney to see our brother Lucky. He arrived back from an overseas hospital two days ago, more or less recovered from the attack on him at a base in Afghanistan. Booth thought we should talk to him, face-to-face, and even though I agreed, I also wanted to be with Mia. I wanted to be with her for the blood test today. I wanted to sit next to her and hold her hand. Then I wanted to bury myself deep inside her and release more of my come, making sure she was pregnant with my baby.
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