Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

I turn my head, still panting, and my eyes lock with his.

He crushes his lips to mine and roars into my mouth as he buries his cock to the hilt and lets go. He groans, holding his cock there as he comes long and hard.

As we float back to earth, he kisses me slowly and tenderly. When my tongue seeks his and swirls over it, he growls and cups my jaw possessively. Slowly, achingly, he pulls away, easing his cock from my tender, slick pussy. I whimper as he slips free, and I feel him tucking himself back in and buckling his belt.

He tugs my panties and jeans up gently, turns me, and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me and I feel the heat of his body radiate into me.

“So fucking pretty,” he says as he presses his lips to my forehead. Taking my hand, he pulls me after him. “Come on.”

He leads me inside and through the crowd. He guides us to the staircase, and we start up it. Oh, goody. I get to find out what’s up here. At the top of the stairs we turn down a long hall and I realize just how far back this old building goes. We pass doors with frosted glass windows in the top portion. Each one still has stenciled words on them indicating the offices they once were. We pass Accounting, Engineering, and Human Resources. Green stops in front of one that says Sales. While he unlocks it with a key, I glance further down the hall and spot two more doors labeled Vice President and President.

Green swings the door open, and we step inside. I see it’s been converted into a bedroom.

He moves to the bed and turns on a small lamp on the nightstand next to it. The bed is made, and there’s not much in the room other than a chair. The brick walls are exposed and there are multi-paned windows high up letting in some moonlight.

“What is this place?” I ask.

“My room. Each of the officers has one.” His hands settle on my hips, turning me fully to him. “We can spend the night here. You good with that?”

“Absolutely.” I loop my arms around his neck, and his mouth descends on mine. He pulls us backward toward the bed, both of us stripping as we go. Then he’s pulling me down on top of him.

I push up and grin at him, and then I slide down his body, licking his abs as I make my way to his cock.

He cradles my head gently in his hand, pushing my hair out of the way so he can watch me take him in my mouth.

When I do, his hips lift off the bed, and he groans.

“Fuck, yeah, baby.”

I smile inside and set about making my man happy.

14

Green

After another bout of fucking fantastic sex, we lay quietly in bed.

I run my fingers gently through Sara’s hair.

“What happened to us?” she whispers against my chest, and my hand stills.

“You know what happened. You left town.”

“You should have come with me.” She lifts her head to capture my eyes. “Why didn’t you?”

“Babe, we’ve been all through that. I wanted you to stay. You wouldn’t. I begged you to stay, and you left anyway.”

“I had to go.”

I nod. “I know that now. The last time I asked you to stay, it was selfish of me. I realize that. I realized it shortly after you left.” I stare into her eyes, and I know I can’t be selfish again this time. I can’t ask her to give up her successful career in LA for me now. And I can’t follow this time, any more than I could then. My life, the MC is here. I can’t pick up and go to LA to be with her. I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

She puts her head down on my chest again. “I missed you so badly. And then I heard you’d joined the military, and I was so afraid for you. I’d lie awake at night and wonder where you were, what you were doing, and if you were safe.”

I stroke my hand down her back, again marveling at how soft her skin is. “I wish you’d written to me.”

“I didn’t know how.”

“Ma knew the address. She would have given it to you.”

“I guess I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“That you hated me. That I’d ruined everything.” She lifts her head to look at me again. “Were you safe?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Did anything bad happen to you over there?”

“Saw a lot of shit; none of it good. Guess it hardened me. Guess it’s why I searched out the MC when I returned. I needed that brotherhood again.”

“And you found it.”

“I did.”

She lays her head down on my chest again, and she’s quiet a long time, her fingers trailing over the ink on my skin. Finally, she whispers, “I’m glad you found them. I’m glad you made it home safe.”

“Me, too.”

“I was so angry when you wouldn’t come with me.”

“I was pretty damn angry when you wouldn’t stay,” I admit. “But at least before I left, I made sure it was safe for you to come home again.” I feel her body go still; her trailing fingers stopping, and I immediately wish I could take back that comment.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

She lifts and stares at me. “Irish, what do you mean?”

I meet her eyes. “The week after you left, I was in Franklin’s Hardware . . .”

“Yes? And?”

I stare at the ceiling and my mind drifts back to that day that changed everything.

Fall, 2001—

I’m trying to decide between the cheap wood-handled hammer and the overpriced forged steel one in my hand. I test its grip and overhear a couple of girls in the next aisle where bird feeders and wind chimes are stocked. They’re talking in low tones, and they only catch my attention because I recognize their voices.