Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition

by Elizabeth Knox

  I smile at her either she is baiting the shit out of me or she is fishing for an answer. I can’t tell.

  “What makes you think it would make me uncomfortable?” If she wanted to play games, I could do that.

  “I mean I don’t know. I don’t even know if you have a girlfriend or anything like that.” Her eyes shoot to mine this time, a clear indication that she is fishing for answers.

  “No, I don’t. Not for a long while.”

  “Oh, that’s good, the last thing I want is for some crazed woman to burst through the door asking me what I’m doing in bed with her man.” She laughs and kicks her foot back and forth slowly.

  “You want to sleep with me?” I ask. I almost laugh out loud when I watch her face turn a deep shade of red. “In the same bed, I mean?”

  “It only seems right. I mean, you shouldn’t have to give up your comfort because I intruded on your life. It’s not right.”

  “You’re no intrusion, I told you about cutting yourself down. I’m not doing this because I have to, I’m doing it because I want to.” I let out a deep breath to keep my anger in check. “Go on and get under the covers.”

  She nods her head and rushes to the bed and she snuggles down into the covers. Her pale red hair splashing in contrast against the dark pillowcases. I watched her for a second before I pulled my own jeans off and crawled into the bed next to her. I didn’t touch her but I turned in her direction. I could move over a good foot and still not be touching her, the bed was so fucking big. My cock knew she was close though.

  “Thanks for this.” She spoke softly.

  “Yeah, no problem.” My eyes close but sleep doesn’t come. For her either.

  “Wyatt?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you a favor?” Her voice was barely a whisper now, I had to move closer to hear her.

  “Never satisfied, huh?” I joke with her. When she doesn’t say anything after that I back track thinking that she is upset. “Hey, I’m just fucking around. You can ask.”

  “I don’t know how you feel about it but would you mind if I got a little closer to you. It’s scary here. You’re the only one that makes me feel safe. I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do though. So, I’ll understand if you say no.”

  I didn’t understand what she was asking for at first. Get closer how? I moved closer to her like she asked but that wasn’t what she wanted. She reached around her back and grabbed my hand. She wrapped it around her waist and pressed herself even closer against me.

  “This okay?” She looked over her shoulder in my face.

  “Yeah. It’s fine,” I reply.

  Fucking hell, this feels so damn perfect. I grab hold of her and pull her against me even harder if my arms make her feel safe, I could oblige her request. She wiggled her hips slightly as she burrowed deeper into the covers.

  I hiss in at the contact of her plump ass against my midsection.

  “What’s wrong?” She turns around slightly.

  “You’re driving me out of my mind.” My voice is full of grit and strain.

  “Why? I can move?” She tries to pull herself from being so close to me but I tighten my grasp against her and pull her back. My shaft nestled against the top of her ass.

  “Did I tell you to move? You’re fine just where you are.” I lean closer to her ear and the words come out in a whisper.

  I almost lose my shit when a slight whimper comes out of her mouth.

  She wiggles a little slower.

  I grip her hard. “Be good,” I command. I’m trying to be a gentleman. I’m trying not to spread her legs and spear myself deep into her like I want to but she is testing my fucking resolve.

  “Don’t wanna,” she whispers back, but she doesn’t look at me.

  “Fucking hell.” I push my hand under her blanket and touch her side. I will stop in just a little bit. I can stop.

  My hand drifts down toward her legs and I move even closer as I feel her silky skin. My hips buck slightly at the sensation and I let my fingers trail up her leg and onto her hip.

  “Mmm, that’s nice.” She breathes out.

  I let my hand search for the fabric of her underwear. My hand pushes further up and then further until I’m grazing her lower ribs. What the hell, did I miss it?

  I focus a little better and go searching again. When my fingers touch nothing, I let them slide further forward.

  Bare pussy.

  I just realized that she didn’t have anything but my shirt on.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear?” If I were a crier I’d be crying right now.

  “I don’t have any.” She turns in my direction this time.

  Her eyes catching mine.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” I strain to pull away.

  “Like what?”

  “Like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

  She puts her hands around my neck and fully turns around now. Her front pressed against mine. “You’re doing the same things to me.”

  “You’re vulnerable right now or something,” I say, trying to give her a way out.

  But then she hooks her leg over my hip and pulls me closer to her.

  “I am vulnerable, but I’m also free, and strong, and I know what I want. I want you.” She leans forward to kiss me and my willpower melts away with every swipe of her mouth against mine. I fight to grab on to at least one last thread. The problem is I don’t respond.

  I don’t kiss back, my mind still warring with itself about this being the right thing for me to do. I’m smart enough to know that I want to know more about this woman and if I give in now will she hold it against me later?

  “It’s okay. We don’t have to. I can just sleep.” I hear her whisper and try to pull away. This time I let her. This is the right thing to do. Get through everything that is going on. Let her feel completely safe.

  She rolls over and I watch as her body almost folds into herself and hands grip the sheet hard. This isn’t about me, this should be about her.

  I pull the sheets up and turn over to the other side myself.

  Fuck I almost messed that up.

  After a few minutes I feel myself drifting to sleep.

  “Please, harder. Fuck me harder.” She laughs and it’s musical. I grip onto her hard and an orgasm more intense than I ever felt tore through my body.

  I gasp and sit up in bed.

  “What the fuck? Shit!” I moan and look around. Fuck me, I was having a wet dream. How fucking childish is that shit. My cock is painfully hard. Vague visions of Dela floating in my head start to disappear. I run my hand through my hair, wiping some of the cold sweat off in the process. Even the weight of the blanket is too much on my blood-filled dick. I’m going to have to go to the bathroom and jack one out.

  I turn in the bed, Dela is still fast asleep. Her hair is wild and she is lying on her back now.

  A soft moan falls from her mouth and her legs press together. Her hand is on her own chest and I nearly come right there in my boxers when I see them subtly squeeze her tit.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan. Her lips are moving but I can’t hear what she is saying. I lean in. I have to know what she is saying.

  Another moan leaves her mouth as I lower my ear closer to her lips. I grab hold of my twitching cock. Pre-cum already leaking out of the head.

  “Wyatt. More.”

  I growl deep in my chest as my name paints her lips. Fuck this.

  I turn my head and softly I kiss her lips. The same zing I felt before is slingshotting around my body. I press my lips to both hers then just the top, then just the bottom.

  “Mmm?” She starts to stir and her hand flies up quickly as if she doesn’t know what’s happening. Her hand connects with my arm and she squeezes. “Wyatt?”

  “Even in my fucking dreams. You’re even in my fucking dreams.”

  She quickly laces her hand into my hair and aggressively finds my lips.

  Resolve be damned. I’ll deal with
the blowback later. Right now, I need to feel myself balls deep in this woman.

  I roll myself completely onto her as I rip the blanket away. She immediately spreads her legs for me, her small body doing its best to accommodate my weight.

  I press the underside of my cock against her, she is soaking wet.

  “My god. Wyatt. I can’t wait. Please.” She pulls at my neck trying to force me to push into her.

  “Dela, I don’t want to hurt you. Fucking physically or any other way. You sure you’re good with this.” I strain on top of her. I feel like I can just slip into her at any second. All the way deep inside of her.

  “Yes, I want it. My god. I want you so bad it hurts.” She paws at me again, still pulling me down, this time I let her. When she bites my lips and her tongue fights its way into my mouth, I rock myself against her.

  She moans low and long. I catch the sound. It spurs me to do more. Anything I can do to get her to make that noise again. I wonder what she’ll look like when she’s coming on my dick.

  “Fuck, you got me so damn ready right now,” I grit out and rock against her. I try to breathe out, right now I’m about to blow my load.

  “Can you make me come?” she asks as if this is an actual request.

  “Several times, babe. As many times as you can take.”

  “Oh, please yes.” She moans and pulls back up to kiss me, her hips moving faster under me, her wet pussy lips making it so fucking hard for me to stop myself from just jackhammering away at her.

  “Shit, wait.” I pull away from her.

  “No, Wyatt. Please don’t deny me again. Please. I need this. I need you.” Her voice breaks and a tear falls from her eye.

  “Never, baby, I’ll never deny you. I’m here.” I reach over to the side draw and pull out a condom. It’s rolled on my cock before the wrapper falls to the floor.

  I hover over her and press the head of my dick to her folds.

  “Please hurry. Wyatt. Mmm. Wyatt.” The desperation in her voice boosts my ego.

  “You want me, baby?” I press in until I’m halfway in. “You got it.”

  “Yesss!” she hisses out. “Oh, Wyatt. Don’t stop.”

  I pump a little further in and she squeals out and her hand makes contact with my lower stomach.

  “No holding back, Dela. I want to feel all of you.”

  She moves her hand to grip the covers at the side.” You’re so thick. My god.”

  “I’m made for you. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

  “I know.” She closes her eyes and completely gives herself over to me.

  I push the rest of the way in. “Fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of me. You feel me deep inside you, baby?”

  “Mmm, so deep. You’re so fucking deep.”

  I move slowly back and forth into her. Her legs are wrapped loosely around my hips as she takes all of me. Her eyes open and those green eyes seem to have gotten darker in her lust. “You want more?” I grit out, trying to keep a handle on myself.

  “All of it. Give me all of it.”

  The beast inside of me rolls its neck getting ready to join in on the fun. I hope she knows what she is giving me permission to do.

  I lean up slightly and quicken my pace. The feel of my balls slapping against her bottom pushes me further toward my own climax.

  It’s been a long while since I’ve been able to come with the help of a woman, my brain is always in a million places. With Dela I have to force myself not to come. Her first. I promised.

  “Shit!” I roar, my muscles work double-time as I keep her still underneath me and my thrusts become more and more punishing.

  “Wyatt. Oh yes. Wyatt!” Her cunt clamps down hard on my cock. The waves of her orgasm milk my dick.

  When the electricity settles in the base of my abs and in the back of my legs, the pressure building to an unbearable level at the base of my cock, I know I’m going to come hard and fast. Too fast. I promised to make her come as much as she could but I can barely make it through giving her one.

  “Motherfuck, not yet. Not yet!” I chide myself.

  “Ahh, damn it,” she screams as her orgasm fades and she begins to wildly meet me thrust for thrust just as intensely as I’m slamming into her. “Yes! Wyatt, fuck, this shit feels so fucking good.” Sweat beads on her eyebrows. It’s almost animalistic the way we are going at each other. I started this off knowing that I should be going easy on her but right now I have no control.

  “Dela.” The first wave pulses through me and I can’t stop myself from picking up the pace. My rhythm completely off. I’m no longer caring about her, I need this. My balls pull up and I come harder than I have in years. My eyes slam shut and my jaw clamps down at the intensity of pleasure that is rolling through my body. “Fuck. Fuck,” I growl through my teeth.

  When I fall down on the bed, my sweat damp chest on top of her, she doesn’t push me away instead she wraps her arms around me like she is trying to keep me against her.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m so much better than okay,” she murmurs.

  I lift up slightly and look at her face. I want to make sure that she is telling me the truth.

  When she tries to smile but instead lets out a contented moan, I know that she is still blissed out.

  “I’m sorry.” I roll off of her and put an arm over my eyes.

  “Sorry for what? I had a great time.” She puts a hand on my chest.

  I knew that she had a good time but that doesn’t mean that it should have fucking happened. I was supposed to be taking care of her and making sure that no one was going to come after her, yet here I am shoving my cock in her tight pussy. Talk about a conflict of fucking interest.

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” I reply.

  “You have a woman? You’re married?” Dela asks and starts to sit up in the bed.

  “No, fuck that. I have no one that I’m committed to. I took advantage of you. I should have waited until everything was over before we even decided to do that. I should have showed some type of fucking restraint.”

  She chuckled and fell back down on the bed. “Are you kidding me?” She turned to look at me again. “Wyatt, I have been stuck in the fucking twilight zone for the last two years. Playing wife to a crazy man who wouldn’t know how to please a woman if he had a coach directing him. I don’t remember the last time I felt so fucking alive. I don’t remember the last time I’ve lusted for someone. The last time I felt so satisfied. The last time touching someone made me feel sexy. You didn’t take advantage of me. You set me free in more ways than you know.” She ran a finger into the top of my hair and playfully gave the strands a tug.

  “Really?” I ask and turn back to her. I didn’t want to do anything to hurt her but if she were willing to give me another chance to show her how much I could really satisfy her then I was sure that I had one or two more times to give her tonight. I did promise to drag as many orgasms out of her as her body would allow. I like to keep my word.

  “Absolutely. I mean, yeah, I’m scared. I’m scared that one day they will come for me but right now I don’t think I can get more relaxed and satisfied.” She smiled and stretched her arms out over her head.

  I grabbed her midsection and aggressively pulled her into me. “I would beg to differ.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, let’s work on round two.”

  “Fuck yes.” She slams her lips back on to mine and I pull her until she is straddling my waist. I could get used to this shit.

  12

  Dela

  I stretch out in the bed and my hand hits something hard. My eyes open quickly and I turn thinking Emerson has made his way back into my room. Every once in a while, especially, on the days he lets me stay lucid he will show up in my room in the middle of the night to try and conceive his offspring.

  Instead, I see Wyatt.

  Sexy, brooding, take no shit, body like a Greek god Wyatt.

  He doesn’t wake just moves over slightly.


  I stretch my legs out and a deep ache in my pussy reminds me of all the fun he and I had last night. I can’t stop the smile that breaks out across my face. Emerson has already taken two years of my life. I’ve lived in fear and uncertainty that whole time and I know that there is no reason that it won’t happen again. With Brendan hurt and them not being able to bring anyone in yet to help them find the other members of the cult, there is no reason for me to think that Emerson is just going to give me up. He is possessive and crazed. I’m sure he is just biding his time. He will strike at a time we both don’t expect.

  If that is the case, I intend to get all the experiences that I haven’t had since I’ve been locked up. I want lust, I want anger, I want to know what it feels like to just live. I won’t go back to Emerson even if it means that I have to take my own life to ensure it, I won’t go back.

  I slide out of the bed and softly walk out of the room, loving the feeling of knowing I can come and go as I please. I don’t want to wake Wyatt up but there is no way that I would be able to go back to sleep now.

  I walk over to the front door and open it. I don’t see anything outside but it’s so dark that there definitely could be someone out there. Could Emerson be that bold?

  Yes, he could. He will come for me. He truly believes that all his carriers will be the ones to bring the heir of Gaia into the world. He is probably out in the trees right now just watching me. Waiting for his chance. Waiting for me to be alone. Watching me disobey him. The punishment will be so severe.

  I closed the door quickly, suddenly a bit spooked.

  “What are you doing?”

  I jump up and yelp slightly at the sudden voice behind me. My eyes focus and find Wyatt. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” I press a hand to my chest to keep the vital organ from popping out of my chest.

  “I asked you a question.” The muscles in his chest and arms are tense.

  “Nothing, I was just looking outside, getting some air.”