Steel 4: Blackthorne MC #4

by Cox, Carrie;

  Nick nodded. “I was there that night, and I saw everything. It was two weeks before my seventeenth birthday… I tried to save him.”

  “You tried to save Victor’s father?”

  Nick nodded. “I came into the bar, and they were all around him.”

  Nick clenched his jaw as if the words were hard to say. “He was outnumbered, and I couldn’t see who stuck the knife into him first, but my money would be on Victor.”

  My hand involuntarily rose to my mouth. God, that was awful. How could Victor have murdered his own father in cold blood?

  “When I saw what was happening, I ran forward and tried to push them away, but they just laughed. I was just one young kid against a bunch of grown men. They walked away and left him dying on the floor. While I was trying to stop old man Blackthorne bleeding out, Victor kneeled down and told me that I was one of them now. I could never leave or I’d meet the same fate.”

  Nick bowed his head, lost in the memory. “I did what I could. I tried to stem the bleeding, but it was impossible. He must have been stabbed over fifty times.”

  My stomach churned. I couldn’t even imagine how horrifying that must have been to witness at seventeen.

  “What did you do?”

  “The only thing I could do, Ella. I stayed.”

  I shook my head I didn’t understand it. If I’d seen something like that, I would have run away at the earliest opportunity.

  “Why didn’t you leave?”

  Nick looked at me, his intense eyes burning into mine. “I stayed because I knew if I left Victor would hunt me down. As part of the crew he was assured of my loyalty. Without it, I’d be a liability and one that needed to be eliminated.”

  While he’d been telling me his story, I’d forgotten about my own situation.

  I couldn’t imagine the horror of seeing something like that and how much it must’ve scarred him. I knew witnessing an event like that would change a person, but I felt if he could leave here, he could live a good life. He wasn’t a bad man. He was a victim of circumstance.

  “I bet you wished you’d never asked. Pretty gruesome story, isn’t it?” Nick asked, trying to lighten the mood.

  “You’re not kidding,” I said.

  Nick looked pale, and I could see the mixture of emotions in his eyes. He was barely holding it together.

  I decided to try and change the subject by asking another question. “What happened the night you got shot? After I met you in Vegas?”

  3

  Nick took a deep breath before he continued, “The night I met you, we were on a job. A Vegas crew had encroached on Blackthorne turf, and it was our job to make sure they were punished in a way that made sure they never tried anything again. Go in hard, go in fast,” Nick said, wryly, shaking his head.

  “But things went wrong?” I prompted.

  Nick nodded. “Yes, they went majorly wrong. Someone had tipped them off and they were expecting us. It turned into such a mess and led to a shootout.”

  He paused to take another deep breath and then continued, “As you know, I caught a bullet in the shoulder.” His hand absentmindedly travelled up to touch the dressing on his shoulder. “But someone else came off worse.”

  He looked down at his lap. “Someone was killed that night. Right there in the bar.”

  His gaze travelled upwards until his eyes met mine. “You were there that night in the bar, Ella. You saw everything.”

  I thought I was going to throw up. My hands flew to my mouth. “But I don’t remember anything.”

  Oh, no. A feeling of dread overtook me, sending shivers running through my body. Claire?

  Oh, God, no, please don’t let it be Claire.

  I shifted my position on the bed and grasped his T-shirt. “Was it Claire? Tell me did Claire get shot?”

  Nick put his hands on my arms and shook his head. “No, it wasn’t Claire. Ella, calm down.”

  I knew I had raised my voice and Nick was worried that someone would overhear us. He was telling me the crew’s secrets, and I suspected that could get him killed.

  But how was I supposed to calm down? He had just told me I was witness to a murder I couldn’t remember.

  It didn’t make any sense. How could I have forgotten everything? I wished I hadn’t drunk so much that night. But then maybe it was a good thing… Maybe I didn’t want to remember.

  I stifled a sob as I realized now that Victor would never let me go.

  I was witness to a murder and my evidence could put him away. There was more chance of him killing me and burying me in the desert than there was of him letting me go home.

  “Was Claire there when it happened, too? What happened to her?”

  Nick shook his head again. “I’m sorry Ella I can’t remember. It was all such a rush. She may have been there… I don’t remember seeing her.”

  I hoped she was okay. I couldn’t bear thinking that something had happened to her.

  I rested my head against Nick shoulders and welcomed the feeling of warmth as he wrapped his arms around me. I needed to feel him close to me, and try to process everything he’d just told me.

  I tilted my head back and leaned towards him, kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth.

  He looked at me, surprised, as his eyes searched my face. I knew he was looking for forgiveness.

  I kissed him again, pushing my tongue gently into his mouth. This time he responded. His arms tightened around me, pulling me close to his body as he kissed me back passionately.

  Then just as suddenly, he pulled away.

  I looked up at him, confused.

  “I’m not sure I should be doing this,” Nick said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I know that I’m part of the reason you’re in this mess. And you’re feeling sorry for me because of what I just told you. I don’t want us to do anything you’re going to regret.”

  “I won’t regret it,” I said firmly. I needed this more than anything. I needed to clear my mind of everything apart from how it felt to be with him.

  I was starting to see that Nick was almost as much a victim as I had been.

  Brazenly, I shifted, opening my legs and putting one on either side of him, so I sat on his lap, straddling him, and looked into his eyes.

  “I know exactly what I want right now, Nick,” I said. “I want you.”

  ***

  I heard his sharp intake of breath as my hands reached for the zipper on his jeans.

  I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t. I needed him inside me. My eyes flickered down to his crotch. He was hard already, and the bulge in his pants strained at the denim.

  He licked his lips, and his gaze locked with mine as I slid my hand inside his jeans and closed my fingers around his length.

  The breath left his mouth in a hiss as I tightened my grip around him. I was enjoying being in control and having his body respond to my touch.

  I shifted to the side and awkwardly peeled off my jeans and then my T-shirt.

  Nick’s hot gaze travelled down my body, and I could feel myself growing wet in response.

  Wearing just my lace panties and bra, I climbed back onto his lap.

  “Jesus, Ella. I want you.”

  My panties were already damp, and as his deep voice said those words, I wriggled on his lap.

  Every time I’d been with Nick, he’d been in charge, and he’d been the one maintaining the pace. He’d made me come before he squeezed himself into me. This time I wanted it to be different.

  This time I wanted to take him. I wanted to be the one in control, and I didn’t want to wait.

  I slipped the wet lace of my panties to one side and moved myself forward so I could rub myself against him.

  He groaned, and I felt his hardness jerk in response. His hands gripped my ass, trying to slow me down and control the pace, but I grabbed his hands and moved them up to my breasts.

  There was a flicker of confusion in his eyes before it cleared, and he gave me a knowing smile
.

  “I want to…” I began to say, my voice trembling a little.

  “You can do whatever you want to me, Ella,” he whispered, his breath hot against my breasts.

  I felt a flush of heat spread along my belly at his words.

  He peeled down one cup of my bra, revealing my breast, and my nipple tightened into a small pink nub. His tongue flicked out, tasting and teasing.

  Ohmygod. I whimpered.

  I rubbed the head of him between my legs and saw his eyes darken with lust in response. I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him and that was such a turn on.

  I positioned his hardness at my opening and moved my body down onto him. He was too big to fit in one go. I moved slowly up and down, and began to impale myself on him inch by inch.

  “Christ, Ella. You’re so tight.” He groaned before lowering his lips to my breasts.

  His teeth grazed my nipples, sending an erotic shiver through my body.

  It was so tight, and he was so big, I started to worry he wouldn’t fit. It had been okay before, but that had been after he’d used his fingers and his tongue.

  The worry must have shown on my face as he reached up and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “It’s okay, Ella.”

  His other hand reached between my thighs and pressed just above where we were joined. I was about to move his hand and insist he follow my lead, but the intense pleasure that rushed through my body as he slowly stroked me with his finger, stole the words from my mouth.

  I moaned as the delicious sensation tingled between my legs, and I began to move up and down on him. I was so wet that he slid deeper and deeper inside me each time I moved down.

  His hardness filled me and stretched me as I gripped his muscular shoulders, carefully avoiding his injury.

  I reached behind my back and unsnapped the clasp of my bra, and my breasts bounced free.

  Nick’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched my breasts jiggle as I moved up and down.

  He cursed. “Christ, Ella. That feels so…”

  The rest of his words were covered by another curse as I sank down on him, burying him to the hilt, deep inside me.

  He reached around me, pulling me closer and forcing himself deeper inside me. He clutched me to him, so my breasts were pressed up against his chest.

  After enjoying the sensation of my nipples rubbing against his hard chest for a moment, I pushed him back.

  He was breathing hard as he let me push him down, so he was lying rather than sitting on the bed.

  There was a questioning look in his eyes when he looked up at me as I sat astride him.

  “I want to be in control tonight,” I whispered and circled my hips, grinding myself down on him.

  I felt his hips jerk in response to my movement, and he groaned. “I know I said you could do anything to me… but it feels… different.”

  I stilled. “Bad different?”

  “God, no. Fucking awesome different.”

  He groaned again as I shifted my hips, and I smiled, loving the feel of Nick inside me.

  “Good,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips.

  My hair trailed against his chest as I moved up and down slowly. Nick’s hands found my waist as I started to move a little faster.

  Again his hand moved between my legs, and I decided to let that pass as it felt so damn good. As the pad of his thumb circled my swollen, sensitive flesh, I rode him, gently at first, then harder, sliding my wetness up his length before slamming back down.

  The muscles in my thighs burned, but I barely noticed as I was completely focused on the tingling, starting at my core and rushing out in waves through my belly.

  Nick’s whole body was hard as he tensed. I could tell he was holding back, and it was testing all his control.

  He rubbed his thumb, wet with my juices, over me, faster and faster until I felt myself let go. The rush of pleasure that hit me was so intense. I cried out Nick’s name as I came.

  He pulled me down on top of him and held me close as he came deep inside me. I felt his whole body jerk as he spilled his seed.

  4

  I had drifted off with Nick’s arms around me, but something woke me a short while later. Beside me, Nick was still breathing softly, and I gently lifted his arm so I could climb out of bed.

  Despite such an emotional evening, I was starving.

  I pulled on my clothes and then headed to the kitchen, planning to get myself a snack.

  Nancy was heading back into the kitchen as I entered.

  “The kitchen is closed for the evening now, thank God. What a long day.” She ran a hand through her hair and smiled weakly at me.

  “How are you feeling now?”

  “I’m fine. Just tired. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

  I shook my head and shrugged. “I was actually going to fix myself a sandwich, if that’s okay?”

  Nancy opened the refrigerator and the light inside flickered on. “We’ve got some leftover chicken if that would do?”

  I smiled and took the plate of chicken she handed me. “Thanks.”

  As she picked up a bread knife, I said, “Don’t worry. Go and take it easy. I’ve got this.”

  She looked at me gratefully. “Really? That would be great. I could really do with an early night.”

  After Nancy left, I set about fixing the sandwich. Nancy made her own bread, which was rustic and had very chewy crusts, but I’d grown to like it.

  I had cut two large slices and begun buttering the bread when I realized I wasn’t alone.

  I turned around to see Jackson standing behind me in the doorway.

  How did he just creep up on me like that? Why did I never hear him? The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

  The way he cooly studied me made me blush. I knew my hair was messy, and glancing down, I saw that my shirt buttons were done up wrong.

  It didn’t take a genius to realize what I’d been up to just a short while ago. Jackson always made me feel so guilty.

  “What do you want?” I demanded rudely.

  Jackson somehow always brought out the worst in me. He made me feel on edge, as if I was doing something wrong, and I resented it.

  He raised an eyebrow and gave me one of his slow sexy smiles. It didn’t work on me, though. I concentrated on loading chicken into my sandwich.

  “That looks good,” he said.

  I sighed at his blatant hint. “Would you like one, Jackson?”

  “Thanks for asking, Ella. That would be great,” he said mirroring my tone.

  I reached for the loaf of bread and began cutting off another two slices for Jackson.

  He leaned on the worktop beside me and watched me work.

  It made me uncomfortable.

  “Can you not do that?”

  “What?”

  “Stare at me while I’m doing this. It makes me nervous.”

  “I make you nervous?” Jackson grinned. “I didn’t realize I had that effect on you, Ella.”

  “Not in that way,” I snapped, buttering the bread. “In a creepy way.”

  Jackson didn’t look hurt, he just looked amused. “Do I scare you, Ella?”

  I shook my head and I was surprised to realize that it was the truth. Out of all the people here, Jackson didn’t scare me. He made me feel uneasy, but not scared.

  I had no explanation for why that was. It didn’t make any sense at all.

  Jackson looked at me intently. “You should be more careful, Ella.”

  I swallowed nervously and focused on cutting the sandwiches in half before putting them on a plate. “What do you mean?”

  I handed the plate to Jackson.

  “Thank you.” He took the plate from me and caught my hand in his. “You shouldn’t be so trusting. And you definitely shouldn’t trust Nick Steel quite as much as you do.”

  Jackson’s gaze travelled the length of my body, telling me in no uncertain terms he knew exactly what I’d just been doing with Nick.


  To my irritation, I felt myself blush. What business was it of his?

  Why shouldn’t I have some fun when I was stuck out here in the middle of nowhere?

  I took a large bite of my sandwich and chewed angrily.

  Jackson opened his mouth to speak again, but I put my hand up. “Enough. It really isn’t any of your business what I do with Nick.”

  Jackson’s eyes grew dark, but after a moment, he nodded. “You’re right. But keep your guard up, Ella. Things are going to get a lot worse around here before they get better.”

  And with that, he carried his sandwich out of the kitchen, leaving me staring after him.

  What on earth did he mean by that?

  Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better?

  Was he serious? Things were already bad enough as far as I was concerned.

  5

  The following morning, Nick and I ate breakfast in the bar. When Nick sat down at the table beside me instead of joining Victor at his table with Jackson and Damien, Victor’s face took on a sour look.

  Now, I knew the truth about Victor, I didn’t see him as handsome in the dark dangerous way I once had. Now, I saw him as evil. Pure evil.

  Nick quickly polished off his plate of bacon and eggs and I was still making headway with mine, when Victor shouted out, “Steel, we’ve got the Morrison crew in from out of state tonight. I expect you to be there. Do you think you can tear yourself away?”

  Victor’s tone was mocking as he looked at Nick and I, and everyone else on the other tables laughed.

  To Nick’s credit, he just shrugged and smiled, laughing along with them. “Sure,” he said.

  For the rest of breakfast time, I sat quietly, listening intently for any more details about the evening ahead. It sounded like everyone would have to be there.

  It was my chance.

  With Nick and Jackson occupied, the two people who kept closest watch on me, I could escape.

  I needed to plan carefully, though. My stupid earlier idea about taking a motorcycle wasn’t going to work. I could see that now. But if they were occupied for long enough, and I could somehow get into Blackthorne, I could ask for help…