Rogue.
“Mia, move,” I roared. I spun on my good leg and lunged for her just as the rider motored up to her, kicked out his leg, and made contact with Mia in the chest.
Mia cried out from the pain and shock, her eyes wide with fear. The impact of the kick propelled her into me, pushing us both to the ground. I cradled Mia against my front, taking the brunt of the fall for both of us, but somehow, during the takedown, my prosthesis was dislodged, and a sickening pain radiated through me.
“Fuuuuccckkk.” The pain was bad, but I didn’t let go of Mia. With her head buried against my chest, I held her to me with one arm while I covered her head with my other. I could hear a commotion coming from the compound as my brothers arrived.
“Steel, VP,” was yelled in unison. Heavy booted footsteps made their way to us.
“Jesus, Mia, are you okay?” I asked as I gently rolled her to her side so I could see what injuries she might have. When I saw the fear on her face, I wanted to get up, hunt that biker down, and then rip his head off.
“Steel, the baby,” she whispered frantically.
Fuck! He kicked her in the chest. Fear rippled through me. No way were we going to lose our child. No fucking way.
“Darth, get over here quick. Mia is hurt,” I shouted loudly.
“Babe, are you hurt? You cried out in pain when we fell. Did I fall on top of you too hard? Did I hurt your leg?” Mia asked frantically, trying to get out of my embrace to check me over. But the effort had her hissing in pain. Even in pain, her concern for me was on her mind. Always thinking of me and caring for me.
God, I loved her and needed her to exist.
“Don’t move, Beauty. Please, stay still. Wait until Darth gets here to check you out. I love you, Mia, so much.” I peppered her face with kisses, which was meant to calm her, but it was more for me after seeing that bike gunning straight for her with the intention of hurting her or worse. Yeah, images those would not be going away anytime soon.
“Steel, our baby—”
I stopped her with a quick kiss on her lips. “She is going to be fine. Nothing is taking our girl from us, Beauty. Nothing,” I said through clenched teeth. There was no other outcome. I refused to accept anything else.
Mia let out a small weird-sounding laugh—something between a giggle and a sob. “You think it’s a girl?”
Smiling, I stroked her silky hair. “I don’t think, I know. We are going to have a beautiful girl with blonde hair like her daddy and warm chocolate eyes like her mummy. And she is going to be loved and a club princess for everyone to love and protect,” I told her, soothing her with my words and soft voice.
“Huh! She is going to be spoilt, that’s what. Shiloh will be an angel compared to your daughter,” Mia sassed back at me. There was my beauty.
I let out a relieved laugh just as Darth came sliding to a stop beside us.
“Not sure what is funny about this, brother, but maybe you can let your woman go so I can take a look, yeah?”
Reluctantly, I untangled Mia from me so Darth could do his medic thing.
“Darth, he hurt his leg as we went down,” Mia informed him, ignoring my glare. Instead, she poked her pink tongue out at me. Was it wrong I just got hard from that cheeky tongue poke?
“Don’t worry, sexy eyes. Let me see to you, then I will take a look at your stud,” Darth said soothingly as he quickly glanced at me then down to my leg.
I followed his gaze and saw that my prosthesis had come loose from the strapping. I went to fix it, but Darth stopped me.
“Leave it, brother. Let me see if there is any damage before you put it back on,” he said quietly. Darth and my other patch brothers, my commando teammates, knew how I felt about my injury and my need for privacy. They knew what I went through when I lost it, and after. They had never made fun or joked inappropriately about my amputation, especially Darth. He was there right after it happened, and not only did he help with stopping the blood loss, but he also prevented me from losing my shit.
Giving him a chin lift, I stayed on the ground, not holding Mia anymore but still staying close to her. If anything was wrong with her or my child, there wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to take that fucker down. Not a fucking thing.
26
Mia
“Okay, Ms Stone, the foetus is fine. The internal ultrasound shows everything is right where it should be. You were very lucky indeed, young woman. Next time, I suggest you stay off the road,” the doctor said as he removed his latex gloves and threw them in the trashcan by the desk.
“What about her other injuries? Will they affect the baby?” Steel asked, not using that horrible word foetus. I knew it was the correct terminology, but it sounded so cold. This was our baby, a piece of Steel and me.
Since we arrived at the hospital, he had not left my side. Even when the ER doctor threatened to have him removed by security, he just laughed at him, telling him, “You can try, but your chances are slim to none.”
I had wanted to laugh at him because it was a typical thing that a member of the Wounded Souls would say. Alphas, every single one of them—over-protective, caring, and loving alphas—and I wouldn’t have him any other way.
“The ER doctor said the CT Scans showed no major damage to the heart, lungs, or stomach. Luckily, the impact of the kick didn’t hit anywhere near the womb, so apart from some pretty horrible bruising, everything is going to be fine. Please, make another appointment in two weeks. By then, I should be able to determine the due date. Not the sex, though. That won’t be able to be determined until at least twenty weeks,” he informed us, then nodded his head once and walked out the door, leaving me still under the paper sheet and naked from the waist down.
I knew Charlotte came here, but I didn’t like this doctor. Charlotte’s was much nicer, but she was booked out solid when I tried to get in to see her.
“You’re changing doctors, Mia. This one is an arsehole. I wanted to throat punch the cunt,” Steel said as he pulled some tissues out of a box on the desk and started to clean up between my legs. This wasn’t a sexy move, far from it. The gel was cold as was the stainless steel wand that was inserted up my vagina. Internal examinations were not fun, and I hoped I didn’t have to have any more during the pregnancy.
Laughing, I nodded my head. “I agree, Stud. He gave me some weird vibes,” I said as I took Steel’s outstretched hand to help me up. My chest felt like it was burning. The biker who kicked me had some big, chunky boots on. It was a surprise I didn’t have a full-on boot print on my skin. Thank God, I didn’t. I didn’t think Steel could handle seeing that.
Pulling me up slowly and gently, Steel helped me dress back into my shorts and flip-flops.
“They are going in the bin when we get home,” he demanded as he slipped the offending footwear onto my feet—not that I could blame him for feeling this way. If it hadn’t been for me stomping off the way I did, then losing one from my foot, maybe we wouldn’t be here right now, making sure our baby survived the incident. If I hadn’t gone off like a jealous girlfriend acting spoilt, we would have had the homecoming I had planned. I couldn’t blame Callie, though. This was my fault because I’d let my petty bullshit with my sister get into my head once again. Only this time, I could have hurt my unborn child. I did hurt Steel. Darth had looked at his leg and found Steel twisted his knee. Darth said it was nothing too serious, but it was enough to make Steel uncomfortable.
“Beauty, whatever is going on in that head of yours, I suggest you knock it off. There is no blame here for anyone else other than that fucker Rogue. He did this. Him, not you. Our baby is safe where she needs to be, and I am fine. It’s a twisted knee, which is nothing. Now get that cute arse of yours moving so we can get back to the compound. I want to spend a few hours eating you, kissing, and maybe, if we take it easy, you can blow me. Then I will eat you again and leave you sated and sleeping while I have a meeting with the brothers in the war room.”
Steel’s speech left me panting with need. Eve
n with the mention of Rogue, and the fact Steel had hurt his leg, I seemed to be only focusing on the parts about eating me and blowing him. Ah, yes, please. Only, I was adding riding him to that list of things to do. He could go whistle Dixie with his ‘take it easy’ comment. I wanted to feel my man lose control and come inside me so hard I felt it in my throat. Being away from him had my appetite quite voracious. Swallowing a gulp of air, I merely nodded my agreement.
“There’s my girl,” he said in a low and satisfied voice. As he led me out of the examination room and right past the receptionist, both of us ignored her insistence on making another appointment.
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“Fuck, Mia. Oh, yeah, that’s... oh, fuck, that is so good.”
Steel groaned as I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat, relaxing my throat muscles like Vegas taught us, and I was quite pleased I could take over three-quarters of his massive shaft into my mouth at once.
I hummed around his cock. Vegas said men liked when you did that, and I certainly liked it when he growled into my pussy, which he did only moments before and had me coming all over his tongue. Now it was his turn. At first, he argued I was too sore, but I pouted and voila! Here I was with his beautiful, hard cock shoved into my wet mouth. Yum.
Steel groaned again then moaned, too, as I took him deep again and made a swallowing motion with my throat, my hand gently massaging his balls as I deep-throated him.
“Oh, Beauty, please, I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he pleaded, pulling himself slowly out of my mouth.
I sucked my cheeks in as he did, creating a nice, tight suction along his shaft as he pulled out, and made a popping sound when I finally released all of him. I soon found myself on my back with Steel hovering above me. He held himself away from my chest, using the strength of his impressive arms, as he gazed at me with his beautiful, green eyes, which were an almost dark forest green from the intensity of his stare.
“That was fucking amazing, Beauty, and I know I promised to eat you out again, but fuck, if I do, I will come all over these sheets. You have me so hard with your sexy screams when you came in my mouth and your impressive skills in taking my dick into your pretty mouth, sucking me so hard. I need to be inside you, Mia.”
Oh, God. His voice was rough with desire, desperation, and all I wanted was for him to do exactly that, be inside me.
“Go with that thought, babe. Make me explode,” I begged, my hips lifting up higher trying to make him slip into me. It didn’t escape me that I was underneath him and not on top. So far, I hadn’t been on top. That first time, he was standing at the edge of the bed, and then fell on top of me after he came, and he had still been dressed then.
This time, he was gloriously naked and well and truly in the missionary position. His missing leg didn’t even occur to me.
I felt the head of his cock probe at my folds. There was so much wetness down there from the three orgasms he gave me that he entered me in one smooth motion, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt.
Full. I was full, deliciously so. There was a tiny amount of pain because I wasn’t used to his size after being him being away for so long. I intentionally squeezed my inner wall muscles, knowing it drove him crazy, and I wanted Steel out of his mind for me. Again. Always.
“Yes, Mia. Do that again, Beauty,” he said with a grunt as he slowly pushed deeper inside me.
I did—twice. His answering groan sparked another gush of wetness from my core. I wanted faster and harder, but Steel had other ideas. He pulled back just a little but not enough.
“Cooper, please move faster,” I demanded as he rocked against me, driving me insane with lust and need. But I had to say, the slow, rocking pace was very nice.
“No way, Beauty. This is my show, and we are taking it at my pace,” he argued as he rocked his pelvic bone hard against my pubis. Rippling waves of pleasure moved through my core, and my breasts throbbed as my nipples pebbled and ached.
Steel must have read my mind because he dropped his head and took one stiff peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple as he sucked. Oh yes, that mouth of his.
Moaning, I arched my back so my breasts were closer to his face. There was a slight burn in my chest from the bruising caused by the motorcyclist, but nothing was going to stop me from enjoying the exquisite torture of my man’s mouth.
“Careful, Mia, take—take it easy.” He groaned as I clenched again, trying to distract him from my injuries. I knew he was worried about the baby and me, and I loved him for that, but after fifteen days, a fight when I saw Callie getting off his bike, and getting kicked by a vengeful biker, I needed more than careful and slow.
“Please, Steel, fuck me. Fuck me like you missed me. Fuck me like you need me to breathe,” I begged him as I lifted my hips in a silent plea.
“I did miss you, and I do need you to breathe,” he answered roughly. Then he pulled out of me only to slam back into me causing my breasts to jiggle with the force as my body moved up the bed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his dick touched me deeper than it ever had.
Steel’s eyes stayed glued to my swaying breasts as he pulled and pushed again and again and again, each thrust bringing me closer to my release, each pelvic grind against my clit making me soar higher.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Beauty, come,” he roared as he thrust one last time, grinding himself against me and ripping my orgasm from my body. Steel threw his head back and his neck corded as he roared out my name. His come jetted inside of me, filling me, as my heart filled with love and more love.
My arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and I pulled him down to kiss his lips, panting as I let my lips linger in a kiss of love.
“I love you so much, Cooper,” I said, my heart still going a mile a minute. I had a feeling my heart was never going to stop racing with this man in my life.
“I know, Mia, and that’s good because you ain’t ever getting rid of me. The love I have for you, woman, is a once in a lifetime kind of love. Deep. Real. Never ending,” he promised me, and I believe him. For the first time, I believed our love was going to last, and we were going to make it.
27
STEEL
I left Mia wrapped up in the blankets in our bed, warm and sated from our lovemaking and my baby safe in her womb, something that could have easily changed when that cunt biker hit her that afternoon.
The image of the Harley speeding towards her with one objective—to hurt her—would live with me for the rest of my days. No matter how good we got, how much love we shared with our children, I was going to be haunted by that image every time I closed my eyes.
Nearly losing Mia or our child or both...
Yeah, that shit was never going to go away.
“Let’s all sit down,” Booth boomed from the doorway that led to his private suite of rooms he shared with Stella. He looked like our commanding officer all over again. There wasn’t a hint of the relaxed man he’d become once Stella pulled his head out of his arse. Nope. This guy was really fucking pissed off, just like all of us. Since his woman had already been the target of Rogue, he knew what I was going through. As did Deck for he too nearly lost his unborn child just moments after finding out about its existence—or rather, his existence. Like me, Deck was convinced of his child’s sex.
Every member of the club sat. Booth had asked the prospects to attend this meeting, so for the first time ever, they were sitting in the war room, not at the table like the patched members but against the wall near Booth. All members had looks that ranged from concerned to fucking angry on their faces. Even Ford arrived on time and without his usual fucked-up clumsy.
“First and most importantly, Steel, how is Mia?” Booth started the meeting by addressing me.
“Lucky. The fuckwad kicked her pretty high up on her chest, so her breasts copped most of the bruising. The baby is safe and sound and where she needs to be,” I said, repeating what I said to Mia in the clinic’s examination room.
/> “That’s great, brother. I’m glad for that, and congratulations on the baby and Mia. You two belong together. It just took you a little longer to figure that out,” Creed said, surprising me. There was no smile, but his eyes crinkled slightly. Creed had strong feelings for my beauty, strong enough to love her, but not strong enough to fight for her. Thank fuck. It wouldn’t have been easy to do, but I would have definitely fought Creed for Mia’s love. Now that I had it, felt it, tasted it, it belonged to me.
Mia belonged to me.
My chin lifted in his direction. I could read Creed better than the others around the table. He was hurt and disappointed that I knew. Creed was my club brother, my friend, and my sniper partner. We knew each other inside and out, each nuance, quirk, what each grind of the jaw meant, right down to a simple blink. We knew each other, so I knew Creed would have only stepped in if I really didn’t want to pursue a relationship with Mia.
Loyalty always before any other.
“The biker had to be close by and waiting. The girls have been warned not to go out by themselves. Somehow, he knew Mia was walking out of the compound property, but how?” Mannix started. Despite the personal involvement, this was a mission to us, and our trained minds began to take over. I loved Mia, but if it was going to save her, protect her, I needed to call on my sniper training and take some of my heart out of this, not all of it because the love I had for my beauty was the driving force that would help me kill the cunt stalking us.
We all looked to Booth. The man had skills, we all did, obviously, but not at his level. His thought process was a thing to behold. Right now, he was just staring into space, but he wasn’t seeing us, he was thinking about the question Mannix had asked. How. How did the biker know that Mia was leaving the property?
“Ford, bring up the car park’s camera feed for around the time Mia starts chewing Steel a new arse.” He grinned at me.
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