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

by K E Osborn

  “You need to remember who it is you’re dealin’ with Lunar. I’m not someone who’s supposed to be shoved around by club whores.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m not just any club whore. I’m your club whore.”

  I tighten my grip on her wrists pulling her hands around her back, virtually restraining her as she whimpers slightly. “Know your place woman! Don’t shove me again! Especially in front of my brothers, or you’ll be out on your arse whether you think you’re mine or not. Good club girls don’t hit their men, darlin’,” I say.

  “Good club girls don’t make friends with their men either. I’m an exception.”

  I huff and lean in biting her bottom lip. “Yeah, well, be careful woman. One day I might hit back.”

  She groans rocking her hips into my cock. “Yeah? Well, maybe I’d like it,” she says waggling her eyebrows up and down and I can’t help but chuckle.

  “Fuck, you’re a cunt sometimes. Here I am trying to scare you, and you turn it on me and make it sound all sexual like that. Fucking bitch.” She laughs as I let her hands go and she wraps them around my neck and leans in placing a peck to my lips.

  “Yeah, that’s why you love me, and would never get pissy at me for shoving you.”

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, fuck you.”

  She laughs and brings her hand down to touch the VP patch. “In all honesty, I’m a little in awe of you right now, Steel. I knew you’d make it one day. Soon you’ll be the Prez. All the way to the top.”

  I shake my head and scoff. “No way, I’m not thinking that far ahead. And anyway, that means Dad’s either dead or retired, and I don’t like either of those scenarios. So let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

  “Sure thing. Now you just need an Old Lady by your side, to make that patch complete.”

  I tense up and look away from her swallowing hard. Shaking my head, I take in a deep breath.

  An Old lady?

  Fuck!

  I’m definitely not ready for that.

  I know that Lunar sees us going that way, and I guess that’s where we are headed. But she’s young. We’re both young, I’m only twenty-four. I like her, but there’s no love here, it’s more of a strong friendship mixed with a shit-ton of lust. I know that Lunar is the girl I’ll probably end up with when all is said and done, but I don’t want to head down that path right now. I can wait, even though I know she wants it to start happening sooner rather than later.

  I look up and Crash is sitting on the pool table with Amie riding him. Behemoth is in the corner pashing on with Skye. The Penetrator is finger banging Jess and, to be honest, there’s so much sex filled tension going on in this room that I just want to go to bed and get out of the porn-filled room.

  “Let’s go to bed, yeah?” I ask turning and looking back at Lunar.

  She smiles and nods as I stand up and carry her toward the hall.

  “Have a fun night,” Techie calls out and I look back and smirk.

  “You okay? You seem weird now?” Lunar asks while leaning in and kissing my neck.

  “I’m fine darlin’, but I’ve had a massive day. Let’s just sleep tonight. Yeah?”

  She pulls back and looks at me as I carry her through my door and close it behind me with my foot. “You wanna cuddle?” she teases and I nod with a pout. “Okay, let’s cuddle. But naked. I still wanna grind my arse against your giant cock.”

  I throw my head back laughing as I launch her onto my bed.

  My muscles are aching from the tension of yesterday’s drug deal gone south. I pull in on my Hog to the shopping complex car park for the mandatory stopping point to pick up some more riders for the Annual Christmas Toy Run for charity. It’s the beginning of December and we may be bad boy bikers, but we like to give back to the community every now and then, especially for sick kids. This was my idea much to Dad’s disgust, so only a few of us are participating. Dad isn’t obviously, but Techie, Lookout, Behemoth, Ryder, Jigsaw and, of course me, all thought it was a worthy cause.

  I bring my bike to a stop and the other guys pull up next to me. I jump off to rest my monkey butt. Pulling off my lid as the other guys chat amongst themselves I look across the main road to see a brilliantly coloured childcare centre. The colours are very intense, so it’s no wonder it caught my attention. I chuckle to myself at the brightness of the centre that’s invading my senses. The noise from the midday traffic hums as the engines of the random cars drive along the mildly busy street.

  “God damn, my arse is chafing in these fucking leather pants,” Lookout says gaining my attention. A car horn honks and I look back toward the childcare centre. My heart drops in my chest and my eyes open wide as fuck when I see a little boy running from the centre toward the main road.

  “Fuck!” I turn my heels and bolt to the road not even bothering to say anything to my brothers. If a truck comes or even a car, this kid’s gonna be road kill! The child runs onto the road and a car swerves to dodge him, honking his horn loudly.

  “Stop!” I yell out, but he laughs and continues toward me.

  I burst through the traffic not even looking. A car slams on its brakes and narrowly misses me as I jump out of the way and keep running toward the kid. I’m almost at him when another car slams on the brakes and the kid runs straight into my arms. Picking him up, I shelter him from the car as I turn my back to it. The horns honk wildly as the screeching of the tyres start to invade my ear drums. I tense my body waiting for the impact and it nudges me just enough to make me have to take a step to the side. Luckily, the car stopped with sufficient time to disperse most of the impact.

  Taking a deep calming breath as the kid giggles in my ear, I can’t believe what’s just happened. My heart’s racing fast and I can’t think as the driver hurtles abuse at me through his open car window. I walk with a slight limp from the road onto the footpath toward the child care centre holding the kid tightly.

  I ain’t letting him go for nothing!

  Suddenly, frantic screaming reaches my ears. I look up to see a sea of red hair racing toward me with a flurry of hands, she’s screeching at the top of her lungs.

  Her piercing screams grates my ears, but I look down at the kid and he’s smirking up at me showing all his pristine little white teeth against his chocolate skin.

  “What you doing buddy? You could have been killed?” I say and he chuckles.

  “Bikes and toys. I want toys, and bikes go fast,” he says and I puff my cheeks out and push the air out of my mouth not knowing what to say to that.

  “Well, what about the cars dude. They could have fuckin’ run you over!” I tell him.

  He looks at me and his smile falters. “Then I go fuckin’ splat.”

  My laugh echoes over the woman who’s now reached me and is pulling the child from my arms forcefully.

  “Oh my God, Jackson. Don’t you ever run onto the road again. Your mother would’ve killed me. No, she probably will kill me anyway.”

  “‘Cause then I go fuckin’ splat,” Jackson repeats and her eyes open wide.

  “Jackson, where on earth did you hear that language?”

  It’s only now that I look at her completely for the first time and she absolutely knocks me off my feet. Her flaming red hair accents the slight spatter of freckles running across her nose, makes me want to grab her hair and hold her tight while I fuck her into next Sunday. My heart is racing so hard, as she runs her hands all over the little boy. Fuck! I wish her hands were on me. My cock twitches and flexes along the seam of my jeans. Exhaling, I look at her beautiful sparkling sapphire blue eyes that I could get lost in for days.

  What the fuck am I thinking?

  This woman is stunning, and even though she was screaming like a banshee, I want to hear her voice over and over again for the rest of my life.

  “Hello?” Her delicate probing wakes me from my trance as she looks at me raising her eyebrows like I’m completely absurd to her.

  “Shit, sorry.”

  “Please don’t swear in front
of Jackson. He’s only four and apparently quite incorrigible as from his previous language.”

  I can’t help the slight chuckle that falls from my lips. She furrows her brows frowning at me and glowering.

  “You’re cute,” I say putting on my most dazzling smile.

  She swallows hard and inhales sharply. “I don’t think you should be hitting on me.”

  I smirk and furrow my brows. “Who says I am?”

  She purses her lips and tilts her stature. “Well, aren’t you?”

  I shake my head and turn my lips up. “Nuh.”

  Her cocky smile falls, and her body tenses as she looks around nervously. “Oh. Sorry, I thought—”

  “Relax gorgeous. You’re hot… now I’m hittin’ on you.”

  Her cheeks turn bright red, and she looks away from me down to the ground. “Well, thank you, that’s nice of you. And thank you for saving Jackson, but not for teaching him naughty words—”

  “Naughty words?” I can’t hold back my laugh. “You’re adorable.”

  She looks back up at me and frowns. “I’m a kindergarten teacher. We use certain words, okay? It’s a force of habit,” she defends.

  “Okay, okay, don’t get your knickers in a knot.” I raise my hands in the air in surrender and Jackson does the same. I smirk at him and he smiles back at me.

  “Yes, Miss Willow. Don’t get your knickers in a knot,” Jackson repeats.

  I’m really beginning to like this kid.

  “Jackson, stop!” she says and shakes her head.

  “Hey, how’d he get out anyway?” I ask because child care centres are supposed to be impenetrable.

  She exhales. “The gate. I’m not sure how, but the latch is bent somehow. And when that stupid teenager came in to pick up his brother, he let Jackson run out. He opened the faulty gate and then… well, you know the rest. We could be sued for this. Um… sorry, I don’t even know Jackson’s hero’s name.”

  I smile and place out my hand for her to shake. “Steel. People call me Steel.”

  She tenses suddenly, taking in her surroundings and looking down at my cut. Her eyes widen and then she looks over to the bikes all parked across the road.

  “Oh, you’re a…”

  “Biker?” I ask wondering why she couldn’t say it.

  “Yeah.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  She shakes her head, taking a step back from me and her face hardens.

  I know that look.

  It’s fear.

  I exhale and take a step closer to her. “Look, yes, I’m a biker. Does that mean I’m a pig? Yes, sometimes. Does it mean I’m goin’ to rape, pillage, and murder you? No. Willow, was it?” She slowly nods her head. “I won’t hurt you. So stop lookin’ at me like I’m goin’ to steal your innocence… I’ll only do that if you want me to.” I grin wickedly at her and her eyes grow huge as she bites down on her bottom lip trying to fight the smile that’s now forming. “Now show me this gate so I can fix it for you and stop you from bein’ sued. Hey?”

  She merely nods and looks down at Jackson, who’s playing with her hair.

  “He’s goin’ to steal your innocence, Miss Willow,” Jackson says and I burst out laughing as she gasps shaking her head.

  “Oh my Jackson, you really say the silliest things.”

  I walk with her back to the centre, and she takes Jackson back inside while I take a look at the gate. It’s a simple misalignment. Nothing a quick bend won’t fix. Willow comes back out and as she saunters toward me, I gasp for air. It’s like she’s able to remove all the oxygen from the air surrounding me with one glance. She sets me on fire—I have to get to know her better.

  “So, Flame. You got a pair of pliers I can bend you with?” I tease and she furrows her brows at me.

  “I’m going to assume that was a Freudian slip?” I chuckle and shrug. “I’ll get them for you.”

  I can’t help but watch her arse as she swings it from side to side walking back into the centre. I groan as my cock twitches again and shake my head looking back over to the bikes across the road. The roar of the engines turning over alerts me that the convoy is heading off and that I’m going to have to go soon. My chest hurts at the thought of leaving her. I want to wrap myself in her, leave my mark on her, and turn her into the wild cat I’m sure she could be. My thoughts are all over the place over this girl, and all I know about her is she’s well spoken, a kindergarten teacher, and her name is Willow.

  I have no chance!

  She walks back out with a pair of pliers and I try to rein myself in. A girl like Willow doesn’t react well to the usual—get in my bed and fuck me now—type of attitude.

  Fuck me, she’s probably still a virgin.

  My cock throbs at the thought. I take the pliers from her and my fingers brush against hers. I feel something. I don’t know what it is, static electricity maybe? I don’t fucking know, I’m losing my mind. A round of bikes take off down the road, the roar of the engines reverberating through my chest as the tyres hit bitumen.

  Pulling the bent piece back into place, I close the gate and check that it locks which it does.

  “There, all fixed.”

  “Thank you, Steel. Do you have a real name?” she asks batting her eyelashes at me. It’s so fucking adorable.

  I smile and place the pliers back in her hand feeling the same current move between us as before.

  That’s weird!

  “See me again and maybe you’ll find out?”

  She giggles and shakes her head. “Are you hitting on me again?” she asks and I grin widely.

  “Yes.”

  She blushes and I want to press my body against hers so badly and kiss those full red lips. Taking what I want is normal behaviour for me. I do respect women. However, and for some reason, I want Willow to feel safe with me.

  “So how about it, Flame?”

  “Why do you call me… Flame?”

  I smirk. “‘Cause I’m burnin’ up just being around you.”

  She wraps her arms around herself. “Oh my God, who even talks like that?”

  I chuckle and turn to see more bikes taking off.

  Fuck!

  I move in taking her hand in mine. She jolts feeling that spark again, just like I do. Three times, that’s no coincidence. She looks down at our hands together and swallows hard.

  “Meet with me?”

  She furrows her brows. “Meet with you? Is that your weird way of asking me on a date?”

  I clench my eyes shut and wince. Shit! I suck at this. I’ve only ever known club girls, they don’t care about romance and correct terminology. This is going to be hard.

  I open my eyes and nod. “Shit, sorry, yes. Go on a date with me?” Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I see hesitation, confusion, but an undeniable lust for me.

  I like that look.

  Her chest is rising and falling fast, as I run my thumb over the skin on her hand to let her know I can be gentle.

  “Take a chance, Flame. When have you ever taken a chance?”

  She furrows her brows and glares at me. “You don’t know me. I take chances.”

  I raise my eyebrow and smirk. “When was the last time then, eh?”

  She frowns and looks away from me and huffs. “Fine. One date. No seedy bars. No night clubs. No drugs or smoking. No drunk driving. No picking me up on a motorbike—”

  “Hey, I’m an easy goin’ guy. I’ll do everythin’ you ask. But I will be pickin’ you up on my bike. Non-negotiable, babe.”

  Her eyes widen and she swallows and nods. “I don’t know how to ride on the back of a motorcycle.” The pink flush crossing her cheeks is adorable. She’s embarrassed.

  “Spread your legs, mount the Hog, and hold on for the ride. Dig your nails in if you like.” She gasps as I chuckle. “Just teasin’ you, Flame. You just hold on and move with me, simple really.”

  Her breathing is rushed and harsh, and she’s clenching her thighs together tightly which hasn’t gone unnotice
d by me. She’s affected.

  “So, when are you thinking?” she asks suddenly all the vigor in her voice seems to have dispersed, and now she’s left trembling and unsure of herself.

  I slide my thumb over her hand again to ease her nerves. Her shoulders relax and it seems to be working. “When are you free?”

  “Tonight?”

  I chuckle. “Desperate to see me?”

  Her eyes open wide. “No, I didn’t mean—”

  “I’m only teasin’.”

  “You tease a lot, don’t you?”

  I smirk and an image of me tweaking her nipple while flicking my tongue over her clit teasing her into submission comes to mind. My body begins to throb and I get an ache in my balls.

  “You have no idea, Flame. So tonight? Where do you want to go?”

  She tilts her head and purses her lips. “There’s that new movie coming out today, the one about the girl who falls in love with her boss or something?”

  I screw up my face and shake my head. “Clit shit? No way!”

  The noise of laughter that bellows from her chest is like a symphony of angels. It knocks the air from my lungs as I watch the little wrinkles appear around her eyes as she really laughs.

  “Oh my God, did you say clit shit? I think you mean chick flick?” she asks through her fit of laughter.

  I can’t help my smile at her finding my name for girlie movies funny. “No, I meant clit shit, ‘cause it gets women all horny. Then all they wanna do is make love sending their clit into overdrive, and that babe is shit–clit shit.”

  She smirks and the red tinge crosses her cheeks again, but she stands a little taller and straightens her shoulders like she’s preparing herself to be tough. “And you don’t like making love?” she asks.

  Huh! Brave girl.

  “Oh Flame, I don’t make love. I do things a little differently than what you’re used to, I’m sure. But you and me babe, I’m sure we’d rock each other’s worlds.”

  “Oh my God… okay. Well, let’s just… um… stop right there.” She’s flustered and her eyes batter like she’s sweltering hot and having trouble keeping herself cool.