Bound by Steel: Mountain Misfits MC Book 3

by Voss, Deja

“Wow.” She whistles. “I’m freaking impressed. Is this what you’ve been working on all summer?”

  “Sure is. What do you think?”

  “I think I’m in love. I think it’s time for me to learn how to ride.”

  “Well, this probably isn’t the best starter bike.” Of course I’m thinking about her safety, but I’m also thinking about the seventy-thousand other reasons in the shape of dollar bills. “I have the perfect one for you if you want me to teach you.”

  Her face lights up, and my dick nearly blows a hole through my jeans thinking about her on a motorcycle. Just when I think she can’t get any hotter.

  “Oh my God, you’re the best,” she says. “Give me like ten minutes to get ready. You can come inside if you want to.”

  I take off my boots in the doorway and walk into the living room of the tiny trailer. The place isn’t bad. I know Esther had a lot of upgrades done before Olive moved in, and she definitely keeps it clean, but it’s still a single wide from the 1970s. One bad storm, and this place could instantly be a pile of scrap metal. If it makes her happy, though, it’s not my place to judge.

  “Are you going to come back here with me?” she calls from the bedroom.

  “I just figured I’d give you your privacy,” I say, standing in the doorway.

  “Tank, you’re my boyfriend. You’ve seen me naked more than once.”

  I sit on the edge of her bed while she sorts through her closet. The girl isn’t kidding about having an excessive amount of clothes. All of her drawers are overflowing so much they can barely shut, and every time she pulls something off the rack, a handful of other things fall to the floor.

  “Don’t judge me,” she giggles, as she throws an armful of shirts on the bed next to me. “You collect bikes, I collect shiny scraps of fabric.”

  She slides out of her running shorts and slips into a pair of black leather leggings so tight that you could see her perfect ass from outer space. I watch in fascination as she tries on shirt after shirt, throwing each one on the floor when she’s done with it.

  “I’ve never seen anything like this in my life,” I laugh.

  “You’ve never watched a girl get ready before?”

  “I guess not.”

  She fishes a bright red shirt off the floor that she’d tossed a long time ago, a tight thing that stops right above her bellybutton.

  “You look hot, Olive,” I say. She definitely knows how to dress herself.

  “You want me to put something different on?” she asks.

  “Why?”

  “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable out with me in something like this.”

  “Olive, I don’t care how you dress. I hope you know that. You’re gorgeous. Every time a guy stares at you, it’s a compliment to me, because I know exactly who you’re going home with tonight.”

  She pecks me on the lips and walks into the bathroom. “I love that in you,” she says, dabbing make-up on in the mirror. “Your confidence. It’s sexy.”

  “Why would I feel any other way? I don’t want you to change just because we’re dating. I fell in love with you the instant I met you. You’ve never given me any reason to doubt what kind of person you are.”

  She puts her hair back into a braided ponytail and spritzes herself down with that vanilla perfume that drives me insane.

  “Let’s get out of here,” she says. “If you keep feeding my ego like this, these pants are going to end up on the floor with the rest of my clothes.”

  “Well I hope they’re going to end up on my floor tonight,” I wink.

  She slides her hand in my back pocket and we head for the door.

  Feeling her wrapped around me on the back of a bike is one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. It’s always been the only time that she’s been all mine, even before we started dating. Knowing that she’s here with me, experiencing this freedom, trusting me with her safety, I love it. I could drive forever.

  We go to the local truck stop diner, a place we’ve been together hundreds of times before, the only place nearby that’s open after we close the bar at night, and as she slides in the booth next to me, instead of across from me like we usually do, I feel like everything is right in the world. I’ve finally got my old lady.

  She orders a waffle smothered in ice cream and hot fudge and washes it down with a pot of coffee.

  “Either you have the best metabolism in the world, or you secretly run marathons in your spare time,” I tease her.

  “I just assumed I didn’t have to worry about my figure anymore, you know, now that I’m tied down,” she giggles. “Seriously, though, this metabolism is about the only good thing I inherited from my mother.”

  “Is she still alive?” I ask. Olive is very close-lipped about her family, her past, her background, and it’s not that it bothers me, I just want her to know that she can come to me with that kind of stuff.

  “I guess you could call it that. Carla isn’t exactly the most maternal woman, though. We hardly speak anymore. When she does call me, she just wants money. I admit, I give it to her when I can. She did bring me into this world, but that’s about it.”

  “That sucks,” is all I can really fathom.

  “Yes and no,” she says, shrugging, smiling faintly. “Because I never see her, I don’t have to worry about hiding who I’m dating from her.”

  “I promise we’re going to fix that really soon, Olive. I’m not hiding you. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. My mom has been dying for a daughter-in-law for years now. She’s going to want to be your best friend. She’s going to call you five times a day and show up at your house unannounced and bring you cookies at work. You better brace yourself.”

  “That’s sweet. No wonder you turned out so good.”

  “Come on,” I say. “Let’s get you to work. The guys and I are going to go riding for a little tonight, but I’ll be back to help you close.”

  “You’re probably going to have to carry me outside,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Thirty years old and I still don’t know any better than ice cream for dinner.”

  “Just you wait ’til you meet Connie. She’ll make sure you always have a well-balanced meal, an umbrella in case it rains, and a freshly ironed handkerchief in your pocket.”

  “Seriously,” she says, wide-eyed, “we come from two different galaxies.”

  22

  Olive:

  “Hey, boo,” I say into my cell phone. Things are pretty quiet at the bar tonight. It was busy before we got here, but the place cleared out really fast when everyone heard Tank finished his most recent bike build. I can tell how proud he is of that thing, and it makes me proud too. “Sorry I missed you earlier; it was super busy.”

  “It’s ok, girl,” Red says. “I just wanted to see if you want to fly out to Vegas with me tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? No, I can’t just fly out to Vegas tomorrow. I have to work all weekend.”

  “Come on, Ollie. I have to go meet some agents and sign some papers. It’s going to be fun. You can bring Tank. I don’t care. I just really want you there with me.”

  “Red, I love you, babe; I’m going to miss you dearly, but you know how important my job is to me. I can’t screw Gavin over like that. You give me a week’s notice and I’ll go anywhere in the world with you, but I can’t just drop everything and fly all the way across the country on a whim.”

  “You don’t need that job anymore, Olive,” he whines.

  “I do need this job. If I was a millionaire I would still need this job.” This job is my sense of purpose. This job is my sanity. This job is what keeps me from being a drunken shit show twenty-four seven. Some days it’s the only reason why I wake up in the morning. The money is awesome, but my mental health is riding on me keeping this job.

  “I know,” he says. “I like that you take your work seriously. I just really don’t want to do this alone.”

  “You won’t be alone. Your coach has your back, and I will video chat with
you every night. When do you think you’ll get home?”

  “Hopefully Saturday.”

  “Well hopefully Saturday we will be doing some celebrating. I’m so proud of you, babe. I have to get back to work, though.”

  “Alright,” he says. I can tell he’s disappointed. I don’t know what to tell him. On one hand, I feel bad, but on the other, this place is my home. Going into this relationship, he knew the main thing I wanted was to keep it that way. My employer might be fine with me banging two dudes at the same time, but just not showing up for work is a totally different story. “I love you. I’ll call you when I get off the plane.”

  “You better. And if you’re planning on sampling the local cuisine, you better promise me that they’re at least ten times hotter than I am.”

  He chuckles and I feel better. “Well for one, that’s probably impossible, and for two, you know I’d never do that to you.”

  “I know,” I sigh. “You’re a good man. I love you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”

  I step out of the office and back behind the bar just in time for the club to get back. I kiss Tank on the lips and everyone whistles like a bunch of nerds.

  “What’s wrong with you guys?” I tease. I start setting up bottles of beer on the bar top, feeling like I’m in my element more than ever. These guys are my family, and being an old lady only brings me that much closer to them.

  “So, Red’s in Vegas the next few days,” I tell Tank once I get everyone served. “He asked us to come but I need to stay here and work.”

  “I swear I won’t be upset if you go. It’s really important to him,” he says.

  “That thought didn’t even cross my mind. I was more worried about what that dipshit would say if I blew off my shifts for the next couple of days.” I shoot Gavin a wink and he just shrugs.

  “If you really want to go…” Gavin says, rolling his eyes.

  “It’s fine. This is where I belong. Besides, Vegas on your period isn’t all that fun.”

  “Get out of here with that nastiness,” he says, scrunching up his face.

  “Aw, come on, Gavin, you should be happy. Do you really think we need a little two-headed Red Tank baby running around here right now?”

  “You do know that’s not how biology works, right?”

  “I personally think that’d be freaking awesome,” Austin says. “I’d support that cause.”

  I know I shouldn’t laugh at the thought, and I know that’s not how things work, but it still amuses me. “Looks like you’re stuck with me for the rest of the week, Tank,” I say. “Sorry.”

  I can tell by the way he’s grinning at me, licking his lips, that he’s not too mad about that fact. Neither am I. I am beginning to realize that I appreciate spending time with each of these guys alone as much as I do together. Besides, now that I’ve dropped the guilt, I feel like Tank and I are really starting to click.

  The rest of the night is fairly quiet, and around midnight I call last call. He helps me with my closing duties, and we finish up in record time.

  “No Buzzy tonight, thank God,” I say, taking one last look around before I turn out all the lights. “Maybe he found some other bartender to harass.”

  “I don’t know why you just don’t let me take care of him.” He holds my hand as we walk out into the parking lot to his bike and I put on my helmet.

  “People like him get bored easily. I’ve been bartending long enough to know that all guys like that want is attention, even if it’s negative. When they realize they aren’t going to get that, they just buzz off.” I laugh at my stupid pun, but he looks at me with a serious glare.

  “I guess so,” he says. “Where to now?”

  “Well, I know a guy whose roommate is out of town,” I say with a wink. “Maybe we could start there and see where the night goes.”

  23

  Tank:

  I don’t think it’s unfair of me to say that spending time alone with Olive, having a ‘normal’ one-on-one relationship, has been good for the two of us. Sure, she’s been video chatting with Red every day, and while it doesn’t bother me, it’s what I signed up for ultimately, when she hangs up that phone and all her attention is back on me, it’s almost like he doesn’t even exist.

  I sit in the driveway, revving the engine on this Kawasaki for about five minutes until she pokes her head out the front door. It’s not much to look at. It’s not fast. It was my first motorcycle and it’s been sitting in my parents’ garage for the last twelve years, but I spent all afternoon at the shop getting it cleaned up and making sure everything is running smooth.

  “What the hell are you doing out here?” she clucks. “Whose bike is that?”

  “It’s a starter bike,” I tell her.

  She looks a little confused for a minute until she comes running into the driveway in her bare feet.

  “You still want to learn how to ride?”

  “I didn’t think you were serious!” she squeals. “Yes! Yes! Oh thank you!” She kisses me on the lips as I step off the bike and show her what all the controls do.

  “Go put some shoes on,” I say. “And probably some pants.” I don’t ever mind her running around in a t-shirt and underwear, but in the interest of worst-case scenario, she’s probably going to at least want to learn in something a little less risky.

  She comes back out of the house in less than five minutes in jeans and boots and a leather jacket, as if she’s been planning for this day for a long time. She puts on her helmet and stands there staring at me, waiting for the go-ahead.

  “Go on,” I tell her.

  “Really?” she asks.

  “The best way to learn is by doing it.” The smile on her face as she straddles the bike is priceless, and I get on behind her, adjusting her in the seat.

  “Where to, boss?” she shouts as she revs the engine.

  “How about the end of the driveway?” I suggest. Up here on the mountain is a great place to learn how to ride. Not much traffic besides us and the deer, and the ruts and bends in the dirt road will make things that much easier when we put her out on the highway. That’s a long time away though. The way she screams as I help her pop this thing in drive is enough to let me know that up and down the road in front of the house is going to be more than enough for the day.

  She picks up pretty quickly on the basics, and once I’m confident she knows her way around the controls, I hop off and let her do a loop by herself. When she comes back, her face is flushed bright red under the visor of her helmet. She parks the bike and gets off, running across the driveway to hug me.

  “Thank you! Thank you!” she screams over and over, like I just gave her a box of diamonds. “You don’t know how much this means to me!”

  I wrap my arms around her and grip her tight ass. “Why don’t you pull that thing into the garage and come inside and show me how much it means to you?”

  “I think I can do that,” she says with a nod. I watch her walk the bike into the garage, my pants growing tighter by the second. It’s not so much the fact that girls who can ride are on a completely different level of hotness, but the idea that she’s everything I ever wanted. It’s one more thing we have in common. It’s one more thing I can share with her. She’s perfect in every way, and this just enhances that.

  “I’m serious, Tank,” she says, when we get inside. I’m already unbuttoning her jeans before we can even make it to the bedroom. I prop her up on the island in the kitchen, pulling her pants down to her ankles. I kiss the insides of her thighs until she starts with that sweet giggle of hers. “It’s like you get me,” she says. “Nobody else would want me driving their bike. They think I’m dumb. Or fragile. I don’t know. You have faith in me that nobody else does.”

  “Of course I get you. I’ve spent the last few years watching you handle everything at the bar like a pro. You’re not dumb, that’s for sure. Although, have you met my friends? You don’t have to be a genius to operate a motorcycle.” She shrugs and smiles at me, and I rea
ch for the top of her pink thong, pulling it down as I kiss her belly button.

  She sighs deeply, her flesh quivering under my hands. I kiss down lower and lower, feeling her squirm as I grip her hips, stopping just shy of her perfect mound.

  “I love you, Tank,” she whispers as I dart my tongue over her clit, teasing her until her hips begin to tilt, her body begging me for more. “Oh, Jesus,” she groans, tilting her head back while I part her folds with my mouth. It turns me on knowing that I know exactly how to rub her, exactly how to make her scream, and how to make her cum in thirty seconds flat if I so choose.

  I could do this all night, bring her right to the edge until she’s pleading for release and then letting off the gas while she pulls my hair and curses my name. I could, but I don’t want to. I want to make her cum on my face because being inside her, having her all to myself, even if it’s just for tonight, is the only thing I have on my mind.

  I press my palm into her stomach as she explodes, her moans vibrating through my body, waking up my cock. This woman makes me harder than I ever thought possible. I flip her over on the counter while she’s still blissed out and begging, and slide into her, filling her quaking pussy as her wetness runs down her thighs.

  Neither one of us needs to say a word. Her screams echoing through the house are enough to let me know I’m doing everything right. I squeeze her breasts in my hands, pulling at her nipples as she jams her ass into me to meet my thrusts. As I explode inside her, pressing her tight to my cock, pumping everything I have into her, she slides my hand to her clit, using my fingers to push her over the edge once again.

  She catches her breath as I cover her shoulders in soft kisses. I don’t want to let go of this, of us, right now, drunk off of each other, lust melting into that intense love I feel for her every time she’s in the same room as me.

  I carry her to the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to spoon up next to her, hug her close, prolong this perfection, the quiet. She wraps her fingers in mine and I feel her breath get deeper as she falls asleep in my arms. I feel myself dozing off, when my phone begins to ring.