Ember's Burn: A Steel Demons MC Novel

by Annelise Reynolds

  “I didn’t say you had to do anything,” I whispered against his skin, as I moved off him between his legs. This man does something to me that I don’t understand. I’m completely, and totally ravenous for him. His cock was already standing at attention, our cum was visible on his thick shaft. I held his gaze as I started at the base of his cock, licking up every drop of our combined juices.

  “Oh, fuck.” His hand went to my head, his fingers lacing through the thick strands. With every lap of my tongue, his fingertips flexed against my scalp. When I got to the thick mushroom head, I swirled my head around the cap, flicking the eye with my tongue. Jason, groaned beneath me. “Stop teasing and suck it.” I did as he asked, taking as much as I could down my throat. I gagged as I felt him hit the back. “You can take more, relax your throat and breathe through your nose.” I did as he instructed and took him down to the root, swallowing around his thick cock. “God.” He thrust his hips up a little more.

  I pulled off him, gasping for breath. “McKenzie, not God.” Giving him a taste of his own medicine. He chuckled, but it turned to a groan as I took him down my throat again, bobbing up and down. I used my hand to lightly massage his balls.

  “Fuck, McKenzie.” I picked up the pace as I felt his balls draw up tight and his dick swell inside my mouth. His cum shot out, and I drank it down like the elixir of life. He was once again breathing heavily. I licked his sensitive head, and his full body shuddered. It was a heady feeling knowing I could reduce this big man to a shuddering mass of need and desire.

  “Welcome home,” I said, crawling up beside him and tucking myself into his arms.

  “I think I need to leave more often.”

  I woke up with McKenzie gone. My body was hard as a rock, wanting her again. I needed to get her moved into our house. If we were there, I could walk out the door naked, find her, and bury my dick in her until we were both coming again. With other people and a kid in the house, that wasn’t going to happen.

  I looked in her drawer and found the shirt she stole. The old tee used to cause me pain looking at it, but somehow, now it was more bitter sweet. I quickly took a shower and dressed, pulling the worn fabric over my head. My dad was a little smaller than me, but the shirt was big on him, so it just fit me. I walked downstairs to see Declan standing on a chair and helping McKenzie cook.

  “Good morning.” I came behind her and kissed her neck.

  “Ewwwww,” Declan giggled and made a gagging noise.

  “Hey champ.” I ruffled his red locks. “I’ll remember this when you’re older.”

  “Chink is coming over later, he’s making his chili for dinner. Have you had it before?”

  “Yes, the bastard-”

  “Language.” She interrupted me, giving me the evil eye which just made her look cuter.

  “He refuses to let anyone help him, and he won’t give anyone the recipe. Mom has tried for years to get it from him. So, the whole club is coming here for dinner?”

  “No, most everyone is staying at the club. Legend, Grit, Phoenix, Gavel, and Anita are the only ones who accepted the invite.”

  “Did you tell them Chink was making chili?” She gave me a deadpan look.

  “No. Was I supposed to?”

  I smiled as I pulled out my phone. I got on the group text for the club:

  Chink’s Chili, McKenzie’s house. Who’s coming?

  I showed the message to McKenzie before hitting send. It wasn’t five seconds before my phone started beeping like crazy.

  Brick: What time?

  Erin: I’m in.

  Becky: Hell, yes.

  Ink: I’m closing early.

  Lena: I’m coming.

  Grit: Someone bring beer.

  The messages kept coming. McKenzie stared at my phone in shock. “And here I was worried he was blowing smoke up my ass about his chili being famous.”

  “No, he wasn’t.” I quickly sent out one more message.

  If you show up, make sure your hands aren’t empty. 6 o’clock.

  I set my phone on the counter, it was still going off and would be for a while. Chink didn’t make his chili often, so it was always a treat when he did. “How did you get him to make his chili?”

  She gave me a seductive smile and winked. “I just asked nicely, very nicely.”

  “Don’t push me,” I growled, knowing she was kidding, but not liking what she was implying. I kissed her hard, reminding her that she was mine and mine alone. Declan covered his eyes, and groaned about how gross we were. I broke the kiss and ruffled his red hair.

  “Once Piper’s back, we can spend the morning together.” My cock swelled uncomfortably, thinking how exactly I wanted to spend the morning with her, in her.

  “When’s she getting back?”

  “No clue. She was pretty angry this morning, so it could be a while.”

  “Angry? Why?”

  “I don’t know, but when she’s upset her runs tend to be longer.”

  “Alright. What time is Chink supposed to be here?”

  “He didn’t tell me, but since there’s no work today, someone should be here regardless of when he shows up. I have to get the house cleaned since I had no clue we’d be having an impromptu party.”

  I looked around at the spotless kitchen. I’d never seen someone who could cook so much yet the kitchen not look like a total disaster. When the girls cooked at the club, they always fought because whoever cooked didn’t have to clean.

  “We can knock it out quickly and if not, I’m sure I can find a way to distract you.”

  “I’m sure you can, too.”

  “Declan, go get your cars, meet me in the living room.” As soon as the kid was gone, I pulled McKenzie against me and claimed her lips with my own. “You know what I realized this last week?”

  “What?” she gasped breathlessly, as I trailed kisses down her neck. I cupped her breast in my palm, squeezing and teasing her pebbled nipple with my thumb. My cock was ready to pound nails, but this wasn’t going to happen right now. I needed her to be hot and bothered for later. I pulled away from her, lightly kissing her lips again.

  “I don’t like waking up in an empty bed.”

  “You left town, not me. Remember that. You could have had me in bed every night.”

  “Haven’t you ever heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

  “So, you fell more in love with me being away from me?”

  “No, but I missed the hell out of you, and so many days without my dick being in your pussy has left me hard enough to pound nails.”

  “Jason, you and I both know that’s a normal state for you.” She moved to turn away from me, but I stopped her with my hands on her hips.

  “It’s my normal state when I’m around you.” I kissed her one more time, but pulled away because I heard Declan coming back downstairs. She turned back to the breakfast on the stove, and I slapped her ass hard. She shrieked in surprise and then moaned which had my dick twitching in my pants. I left her to it, so I could go hang out with Declan.

  Instead of the cars I thought he would get, he had a couple of motorcycles. It was cute, he reminded me of us as kids. We were obsessed with bikes, our dads would take us for rides in the club parking lot, racing in slow circles with us on their laps. He was making motorcycle sounds, racing me on the stripes of the rug.

  I heard the rumble of a bike approaching, followed by long strides and a shrieking woman. I was about to get up, when Legend came through the front door with Piper over his shoulder. Her face was red, and she was hitting him on the back trying to get him to put her down. Without a word, he carried her up the stairs, she was kicking and clawing at him, and I heard a loud smack as his hand hit her ass hard.

  Declan stood up when Legend carried her up the stairs. He was about to follow, but I stopped him. “He’s hurting her.” Tears were welling up in his eyes. The kid didn’t understand what he had seen.

  “Look at me.” I waited
until he was looking right at me, meeting my eyes, his lips quivering and tears streaking down his face. “Legend would never hurt her. If I thought for one minute he would, I would be up there right now.”

  “But he hit her.”

  “He spanked her. There is a difference. Has your mom ever had to spank you on the butt for being bad?” Slowly, he nodded his head yes. “Did it hurt?” Again he nodded. “Did your mommy still love you and did you still love your mommy afterward?”

  “Yes.”

  “Legend won’t hurt your mommy. I promise. One day you will understand.” I could hear an argument brewing upstairs, but couldn’t hear what all was said. Legend was furious at something Piper had done.

  “What’s all the racket?” McKenzie came into the living room.

  “Piper’s still giving Legend hell.” I grinned. We heard a thump from above us. Legend came back down stairs muttering about a crazy, stubborn, red-head.

  He was almost out the door when Piper came to the top of the stairs and yelled down to him, “I’ll wear whatever the hell I want, Legend. If I wanted to go outside naked, it’s no fucking concern of yours, you pompous ass.”

  “You walk out of this house dressed like that again, and I’ll spank you until you can’t sit down,” he roared back, then walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

  I started laughing, McKenzie covered her laughter. Piper grunted and heaved a heavy sigh before going back into her room. Declan still looked worried and confused. “I promise you kiddo, he won’t hurt her.”

  I was able to coax him back into playing with his motorcycle. McKenzie joined us in the living room after she finished up in the kitchen. She had three plates balanced on her arms, which she set down on the coffee table.

  “What are we doing?”

  “We are having an indoor breakfast picnic. Declan, want to help me?” He hopped up and followed her back into the kitchen, returning with a cup of milk. He walked slow and cautious, not wanting to spill it. McKenzie had a cup of coffee in each hand. Declan thought it was a blast sitting on the floor around the coffee table. He was chatting about anything and everything. The kid desperately wanted a puppy and a motorcycle. He was obsessed with both.

  Piper came in from the kitchen carrying her own plate and coffee. She joined us on the floor, sitting beside Declan. “You two will make good parents one day.” She smiled at us. I looked over at McKenzie and sadness flashed in her eyes, before she quickly blocked it.

  “One day.” Her voice was soft and full of emotion. “Excuse me.” She got up, taking her plate back to the kitchen.

  Piper’s concern was clear. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “No. It’s ok. She’ll be fine.” I stood up, clearing up my own dishes. “Chink will be here soon to start his chili, can you let him in? I’m taking McKenzie to the ranch for some time alone.”

  “Sure. We’ll be here.” She bit her lip. “Titan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset her.”

  “I know.”

  McKenzie was in the kitchen, staring vacantly out the back door again. Like the last time I found her here, I wrapped my arms around her and rested my chin on her head. Holding her, letting her know she wasn’t alone. “I love you,” I whispered to her.

  I felt her shoulders release as she sighed, relaxing into my arms. “I love you, too.”

  Titan went upstairs after telling me we were going for another ride. I cleaned up our dishes, waiting for him to come back downstairs. He was holding a thick yellow envelope when he appeared.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’ll show you when we get to our house.” He kissed me quickly, and pulled me with him out the door. His bike had been brought over at some point; on it was a helmet. It was purple with an even lighter purple flame on it. There was some kind of metallic-looking paint on it that made it seem like the flame was dancing as you turned the helmet in your hands.

  “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, now let’s go break in your new helmet.”

  It wasn’t a long ride to the house, but I enjoyed being on the back of his bike again. When he pulled up to the gate, he got off the bike to open the lock and push it open. He climbed back on and rode us up to the house.

  It took my breath away. The house was a light grayish blue, the trim on the house and the shutters were a dark blue, but the front door popped. It was red. The look was classically sophisticated, but still appropriate for the style of the house. The porch rails were also the dark blue color, and the bench swing hanging on the porch matched the bright red front door. It was perfect.

  He led me up the wide steps. I could see us sitting on the front porch swing watching the stars at night. “It’s beautiful.”

  Titan opened the door, then swept me up into his arms, carrying me across the threshold. I could still smell the fresh paint. He’d chosen well – warm tones for the house. Colors that were neutral to designing. The floors were wood, giving warmth to the home. It was open and airy, and I loved it. When I saw what he’d done in the kitchen, I almost cried. It was a chef’s kitchen. It rivaled the one at the restaurant, only it was homier.

  He let me walk around the downstairs without saying anything, then he took my hand and led me up the stairs. There was a big, open living area up here. On one side a set of double doors, on the other side, a hall that had three doors off of it. I poked my head into the two smaller rooms and the guest bath before going to the room that was ours. I was shaking. I’m not sure why, but I was nervous to go into our room.

  “You ready?” he asked, before opening the two doors. The room was huge, and beautiful. He’d already had furniture brought in. The wrought iron bed was gorgeous and huge. It was made with a black and red spread, the sheets looked like good quality. I went into the huge bathroom, and sighed. The tub and separate shower looked big enough for ten. It wasn’t like Titan’s tiny shower at the club that barely fit us both.

  “Welcome home, McKenzie.”

  I was unaware I had tears running down my face until he cupped my cheek and wiped them away with his thumb. “It’s perfect.”

  “You’re perfect,” he countered. I shook my head. I slowly removed my clothes, and stood naked before him. “Like I said, perfect.” His eyes roamed my body, taking in every curve. I walked backward toward the bed, not taking my eyes off his hungry, roaming gaze. I pushed myself up on the bed, scooting toward the middle of the huge, soft mattress.

  Titan made love to me, in our new house, christening our new mattress. We were lying there afterward, he was holding me close. Our bodies entwined. His fingers were lazily stroking my arm as I snuggled beside him. “Who picked the bed and the bedding out?” I asked, tracing the tattoo on his chest.

  “Grit picked out the bed, and Phoenix picked the bedding. She said you would like it.”

  “Love it. When can we officially move in?”

  He laughed at my eagerness. “I’ll have the guys help move us in later this week, so we’ll need to start packing your stuff up. We’ll also have to go to the furniture store. I’ve got nothing except this bed.”

  I crawled on top of him, resting my chin on his chest. “At least it’s a great bed.”

  “It’s only great because I’m in it.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Yeah, that’s it,” sarcasm laced my voice. He was too damn sure of himself and cocky about it. He made a valid point, but he didn’t need me adding to his ego.

  Titan moved like lightning. Rolling me over onto my back, he was over me, his legs trapping me beneath him. He started tickling me. I squealed, laughing and trying to get away from him, but he had me pinned. My breath was coming fast, he eased up after a few minutes, but stayed where he was. His hand stopped tickling me and started caressing me. I felt his hard cock resting on my stomach. His hands slid up my sides to my breasts. He massaged my full, achy breasts, plucking the hard nipples, and I arched my back underneath him. “I’ve wanted to fuck these tits since
the first moment I saw you.”

  “What’s stopping you?”

  “Not a damn thing.” He kissed, sucked, and nipped his way up my body to my breasts. I watched as he pushed my full globes together. He tongued each nipple, worshiping the one part of my body I’d always been so self-conscious about. When he straddled my stomach and pushed my tits together, fucking the soft pillows, it felt weird, but the look on his face made everything ok, and it gave me a new appreciation for my oversized chest.

  I saw the head of his cock poke through the cleavage, so I dropped my chin. The next time it came through, I licked the salty slit. He groaned, “Do that again, baby.” I did that and so much more.

  Reaching underneath him, I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them the way he liked. His strokes slowed, and instead of just licking the head of his cock, I sucked the cap against the roof of my mouth, tonguing the vein along the bottom of his hard shaft. His cock flexed against my lips.

  Titan started moving faster again, pumping into the tight valley of my breasts, my mouth taking the tip with each stroke. “I’m about to come. When I do, I’m going down your throat, baby. Can you take it?”

  On his next pull out, I gasped out an agreement before I took him into my mouth again. It was a few more thrusts before, “Now McKenzie.” He moved up higher and thrust is cock down my throat. I sucked on him hard, taking down as much as I could without gagging. His cum flooded my mouth, and I swallowed, eager for his taste.

  When his body was spent, he moved to my side, and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. I sighed and settled into his arms. “The house is perfect, thank you.”

  “It’s not perfect yet.”

  I looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

  “This is our house, but it’s in my name. I’d like to put my wife’s name on it too.” He looked down at me, and I knew what he was asking. My breath caught. I had to have confirmation.

  “What are you asking?”