Heart Of Steel (Satan's Savages MC #1)

by K E Osborn

  Her free hand works on my zipper and she pulls it down, then tugs on my jeans letting them fall down to my ankles. Finally, my cock is free. It springs up and I groan from the relief of it being freed from its restraints. She brings her hands up and pushes back on my shoulders. Grinning widely, I take a step back and step out of my jeans and boots as she slides off the basin and pulls down her shorts leaving her totally naked.

  She looks up at me and smirks and I know exactly what she’s going to do. Leaning my back against the glass paneling of the shower, I spread my legs as she kneels down on the tiled floor and brings her head in line with my cock.

  “Just don’t pull out and sprog in my eye again. Okay, tough man?” she says and I chuckle as she wraps her hand around the base of my cock. It twitches in rapture at her touch and she moves in licking her lips. Seeing her bright pink hair at the base of my crotch always relaxes me.

  She moves in licking the tip of my cock and it sends a shiver down my spine as her hand tugs on the base. Resting my head back on the glass, I close my eyes and enjoy her touch. Her tongue flicks over my head and swirls in a delicious pattern. My balls are tightening already and I know this won’t take me long. Her hand strokes my length as her lips encase my tip and she shields her teeth taking me fully into her mouth. I exhale as her warmth encases me, her free hand comes up and massages my tight balls and I swallow hard trying my hardest to hold it together for a while longer.

  She starts to bob up and down on my cock. I move my hand into her hair and fist it moving her head at just the right pace. She’s used to that, she knows how I work. She takes her hand from my cock, grabs my hips and I smile while looking down at her. She looks up at me through her lashes and seeing her mouth surrounding my cock is the finest sight I’ve seen all day.

  Leaning in she keeps going, her silky smooth texture slides all the way along as my cock slides down to the back of her throat. Moaning, my cock twitches in her mouth, but she’s good girl and is used to the way I fuck. Slowly she pulls back and I keep our eye contact. She moves back in deep throating me again. The texture and tightness engulfing my cock makes my balls stiffen as a tingle shoots right up my spine. My breathing begins to rush and I get pins and needles in my legs. She pulls back and then moves in deep throating me again. I can’t take it anymore as I groan, my cock goes rigid and starts to throb, my balls pull up and squeeze out everything they have as I feel the pull. I throw my head back while Lunar pulls back and begins to bob up and down fast, pulling my climax from me quickly. I groan as my hot cum squirts ferociously into the back of her throat, and I grip onto her hair tightly, thrusting into her mouth drawing out the last of my orgasm.

  Panting, I open my eyes looking down at Lunar as she withdraws me from her mouth and smiles wiping her lips as she swallows.

  “Mmm, tangy. You been eating pineapple again?” she asks making me chuckle.

  “Shut up and get in the shower,” I demand and she jumps up off her knees with a giggle. I slap her arse as I turn around and follow her into the shower alcove. Turning on the water, I adjust it to the right setting until the temperature is perfect. “Now, spread your legs and let me fuck you like the club whore you are.”

  She slaps my chest and shakes her head with a slight smile. “Fuck you.”

  “Exactly,” I say grabbing her arse and lifting her up, pushing her against the shower wall and thrusting my cock deep inside her silky wet pussy.

  After spending an hour lost inside of Lunar, we figured we’d better come up for some air, plus Lunar had to go to work. So I decided I’d take her in to work for the night to really relax me. Nothing like watching a bunch of naked chicks dancing on poles to ease your nerves. Also, drinking in a booth with some of my brothers sounded like a good idea to me.

  So now, I’m in a booth at Strapless, the local strip club with Jigsaw, Crash, Lookout, Behemoth, and Techie drinking and watching Lunar dancing up a storm on stage. It doesn’t get any better than this. I look over to the bar to see Vinnie, he’s the owner of Strapless and a Virginia Original First 7. Unfortunately, he’s had a stroke, so he can’t ride anymore. He bought the strip club when he had to step down from his duties, and he lets our club girls work here. He was wrecked when I told him about Ghost, being such old friends and a fellow original. So he’s suffering today just like we are.

  We don’t wear our cuts in here. Vinnie doesn’t like it, says it’s bad for business and we respect that, so we’re all here tonight cutless. Taking a long sip on my stein of beer, I notice two guys sitting down in the booth next to me. I didn’t even see them walk in, which is odd for me. I’m normally attuned to my surroundings. They’re both quite stocky and short, maybe not quite six foot and they’re looking around like they own the joint.

  News flash dicks, this is our place!

  These dicks who are now staring up at Lunar look suss, and if they start shit there will be hell to pay!

  Lookout is telling some sort of story and the other guys are laughing loudly, but I’m not paying too much attention while I’m watching these two to my right. I don’t need any more crap today. The guys laugh loudly again, and the two dicks look directly at us. I know we’re being loud, but their inspection of us is unsettling. My gaze sets hard and firm right on the stocky one. His dark eyes meet mine and we standoff.

  “What?” I grunt out.

  The guy smirks like he knows his leering is getting to me. He tilts his head up to Lunar, who swings around the pole effortlessly. “This bird belong to you, and your biker wannabes?”

  My laugh echoes over the lousy music, he really has me entertained. I shake my head and look back at my brothers, who luckily for him, haven’t heard this conversation.

  “You know, if my biker mates heard you speakin’ about them and our property like that they’d pull out their pieces and blow your skull off… Luckily we’ve done that enough today already, so I’m not in the mood to kill you for some error in judgement.”

  Both of the men’s eyes open wide as I pull up my shirt to show them, Wesley. Then their eyes follow down to where I lift up my leg and peel back my jeans to show my piece tucked into my boot. My heart gallops in a good way as I grin at the utter fear being displayed in their eyes. I love that I can cause that.

  I’m Dylan fucking McNamara.

  Steel to my brothers.

  I was born tough, I was raised tough, and I’ll die fucking tough.

  You don’t wanna fuck with me, little boys.

  “Shit! You’re actual bikers?” The other guy asks and the foot-in-mouth guy goes pale white.

  I smirk and nod at these two imbeciles.

  “Well shit dude, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve just had a fucked day. Too much tequila and I ran my mouth. Sorry.”

  The desperation in his eyes is making me queasy. Rubbing my hands over my face, I shake my head standing up and walking over to them. They both flinch and cower back into their booth. The thought of them being scared of me pumps me full of adrenalin. But I’m not in the mood to kill them. I just wanna fuck with them a little.

  “Don’t suck up. Be a man! Buy me some tequila and we’ll call it even.” I plonk my aching body down next to him and wrap my arm along the back of the booth behind him. He looks at me cautiously like he thinks I’m about to snap his neck, so I smile and he nods while his mate calls over the waitress.

  “So buddy, talk to uncle Steel. Why’s your day so fucked up, huh? Need me to kill someone?” I joke but he swallows down hard and his eyes expand in shock. “Oh c’mon, I’m jokin’… kinda.”

  He fake laughs as the waitress pours us three shots of tequila. “So…” I pause looking at him, waiting for him to tell me his name.

  “Adam.”

  “Right! So Adam, tell me about who fucked you over?” I ask wanting to hear about someone else’s fucked up day for a change.

  “You really wanna talk to me? I mean after I spoke to you like that?”

  I chuckle and nod. “Adam… mate… I’m all fo
r second chances. But if you don’t start talkin’ soon, I’m goin’ to punch you.”

  He nods. Even though he must be in his early thirties, it’s fucking awesome to know I can scare the shit out of him.

  “I lost my job today. Went home, told the wife. She wasn’t happy. Said she’s filing for divorce and taking the kids. She kicked me the fuck out, and I have absolutely nowhere to go.” He frowns picking up his shot glass, downs it then slumps into the booth and exhales rubbing his hands across his face.

  “Well, shit dude! That sucks.” I know it wasn’t the most encouraging thing to say, but I don’t know how else to respond.

  “Tell me about it. Couldn’t even afford to go out drinking. My brother here was nice enough to pay for tonight but after this… I have no idea what I’m going to do.”

  I lean back in the booth and ponder this for a moment. The guy has nothing. No job, no family to go home to. He’s a perfect candidate. I need to check him out a bit more.

  “What’s your background?”

  He looks at me and furrows his brows. “My background?”

  I nod. “Yeah! You know, your history? Your past? What have you done with your life?”

  He exhales and leans forward resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “It’s not pleasant. I’ve been to jail… twice. My brother, too.”

  I look to his brother beside him and he nods.

  This is getting better by the minute!

  “What for?” I ask.

  “Drug deal gone wrong.”

  My ears prick up. Alex and Jake the two prospects we lost in the deal tonight were our mules—maybe these two are the new prospects we need to fill their place?

  “What’s your name?” I ask directed to his brother.

  “Doug.”

  “Adam and Doug. Do you guys know how to ride motorbikes?”

  “We sure do. Came here on our Harleys,” Adam replies and a thrill of excitement flows through me. Sometimes it can take months to find prospect replacements. How the hell did I manage to find two newbies in the space of a couple of hours and it’s not even my job—it’s Lookout’s. He’s going to flip when he finds out I’ve beaten him to it.

  “You guys got tatts?”

  Adam scoffs and laughs shaking his head. “No fucking way man. Tattoos are for maniacs and psychos.”

  I raise my eyebrow and smirk as Doug clears his throat and bumps into him obviously knowing bikers have tattoos. I pull my shirt back to show him the ink on my shoulder and across the top of my chest. My shirt is long-sleeved, so he can’t see my coloured tattoo which goes all the way down my arm.

  Adam looks up at the ceiling and scoffs at himself. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m sorry man.”

  I chuckle, shake my head then slap his back. “Don’t worry, I can be a maniac and a psycho at times. But you, I think I have a name for you.”

  He looks at me and raises both eyebrows questionably with a slight smile. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah… FIM. Yep. I like it. Suits you.” I chuckle at my own joke.

  He jolts his head back and purses his lips. “FIM?”

  “Abbreviation for ‘foot in mouth.’ It can be your nickname till we patch you and give you a road name.” I glance at them with a stern face trying to read their expressions. Both their mouths drop open and I smirk slightly.

  “I’ll have Techie do background checks. But if you want in… Adam and you too Doug… if you have nothin’ to live for… live for the club, live for your brothers. Join us as prospects and work your way up into the club. Prospects are normally younger than you guys, but age ain’t nothin’ but a number anyway. You’ll be surprised what the club can do for you. Give you a roof over your head, free flowing money, protection, but above all else, a brotherhood of men to always be there for you, no matter what. We stick by our brothers, and regardless of what shit you get into, we’ll be there for you. The club isn’t just a hobby… it’s a life. All the pussy you can dream of. Endless booze and food. It’s basically like being on holiday twenty-four-seven, but it’s real life. The club is gold guys, and if you’re lucky enough to be invited in, you should take it. So… you guys in?”

  They look at each other and their smiles cross their faces widely. “We’re in,” Adam says and Doug nods.

  I slap Adam’s back and laugh as Techie walks over pushing his black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

  “What’s up, Steel my man? Hanging with the locals and not your brothers now?” he asks sliding in beside me.

  “Techie, meet our two new prospects… FIM and Doug.”

  They both smile and Techie looks at me and furrows his brows. “Um… dude, you need to talk to Lookout about this shit first you know that—”

  “Leave Lookout to me. He’ll get over it.”

  Techie chuckles and nods pursing his lips like he knows the shit fight that will break out when Lookout finds out about this.

  “So you need me to run some backgrounds?”

  “Yes’um.”

  He nods and pulls out the tablet that he carries with him everywhere. “Right FIM, was it? Stupid name by the way…” I can’t help but chuckle, “…and Doug come with me. You’ve got some explaining to do.”

  Watching as Techie walks off with my two brand new toys, I look up at Lunar gyrating on the pole. My dick twitches watching her tits jiggle as she bounces. I’m so glad she’s one of the only bitches with her real tits. I hate the fake ones the other club girls have.

  Rearranging my cock in my jeans, I stand up and walk back to the booth with my brothers. They all look at me and then glance to see Techie walking off with FIM and Doug.

  Lookout glances at me and tilts his head toward the direction of Techie. “Where’s he going with those two fuckers?”

  I exhale and mentally prepare myself for the shit fight that’s about to erupt and rain down on me. Folding my arms over my chest, I stand tall so he knows I don’t want to fight too much on this.

  “I found two new prospects. They’ve gone with Techie for background checks.”

  Lookout stands up abruptly and everyone else groans as his chest starts to heave. “That’s my job.”

  “I know, but they were there and it just kind of happened—”

  “Would you like my dick in your arse? Would you like that to just kind of happen?”

  “What? No—”

  “‘Cause I will. You take my job from me and I’ll shove my big black shiny motherfuckin’ cock so far up your pretty little arse it’ll come out your mouth for you to suck on, bitch.”

  “So you want to fuck my arse and get me to suck your cock?”

  “Bitch, please! Ain’t no motherfucker in here talking shit like that. I’m gonna whoop your arse boy, get naked and show you how a real man likes to get down and get dirty.” He grabs a beer bottle and smashes it against the table leaving the neck in his hand and the broken shards in his fingers.

  “Whoa Lookout, no one is takin’ your job brother. Calm the fuck down!” I say raising my hands in the air in defence.

  He jumps from side to side with the broken beer bottle and then suddenly slips on some broken glass tripping and jolting forward. The broken bottle in his hand slips and falls down onto his leg cutting open his thigh.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Look what you gone and done motherfucker!” He looks down and sees the blood and then starts to wobble on the spot. “Fuck! God damn it. You know I hate blood. Even if it’s my own. This is your fault, Steel. You slimy piece of grimy fucking shit… fuck. Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna pass out. Catch me fucker,” he calls out. Behemoth steps up and catches the giant man as he falls over, face planting into Behemoth’s arms completely unconscious.

  I shake my head as the other guys all laugh.

  There’s a reason Lookout is Prospect Manager—the guy can’t handle blood and guts.

  Obviously!

  So he looks after the prospects and stays in the clubhouse primarily. He doesn’t deal with the darker side of the club bec
ause he can’t keep awake long enough through it.

  “Fucking idiot.” I chuckle to myself as Behemoth places him down on the booth seat and fans him with a cocktail menu.

  “What the fuck guys?” Vinnie yells, walking over dragging his leg in his usual limp carrying a dustpan and broom.

  “Sorry Vin, Lookout got a bit… excited again,” I tease as my brothers’ chuckle.

  “Look, I don’t mind you guys coming in here. I love you all, you know that, but please don’t wreck the joint!”

  “Sorry Vin, I’ll make Lookout give you some remuneration pay… when he wakes up.”

  The guys all chuckle as Vin shakes his head and starts to clean up the broken bottle.

  “Big dicks… big hard dicks,” Lookout mumbles as he begins to come around. Raising my eyebrows, I walk over and slap his face.

  “Wake up, fucker.”

  “Suck my cock, hairy man,” he says and then sits bolt upright his face right in line with my cock.

  He smirks and shakes his head slightly while I take a step back so his face is out of my crotch. “What the fuck? Fucker?”

  I smirk. “You passed out.”

  “I did?” he asks looking around the room to see his brothers surrounding him and Vinnie cleaning the smashed glass. “Oh shit! Yeah, that’s right! You stole my job, you fucking motherfucker. I should beat your arse, then rub it better, with a bit of baby oil and some peppermint—”

  “Okay. Fuckin' hell dude! Just say sorry like normal people.” I put out my hand and he grabs it. Yanking him up so he’s standing on his shaky feet, I pull back.

  He looks down to see the blood on his leg again, his eyes moving up quickly while wobbling slightly.

  “Fuck! Don’t look down. Don’t look down! Next time, let me pick the prospects. And can I, at least, meet these fuckers? I mean it’s my job to vet these pussies, I need to know if they can cut it.”

  “Go for it. Knock yourself out. They’re with Techie getting their background checked.”