Dark Steel: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (9 page)

I woke up from my nap feeling rested and recharged. I went to the bathroom and examined my face. Jenny was wrong, I didn't look much different—just a little wrecked. I definitely felt different. I was no longer a virgin and I found a man that I actually loved. Happiness overwhelmed me. Things were moving so fast which was scary but exciting.

I checked my phone and saw a missed message.

Ryker: All done here. I need to see you. Can I pick you up?

He sounded so urgent. I smiled and replied back.

Brooke: Why the rush? You can't live with out me already?

Ryker: Your lips are addictive.

My face flushed red. He made me feel wanted—
desired
.

Brooke: I like the way yours taste.

Ryker: I'm coming over right now.

Oh shit!
I'm not even dressed yet. I quickly typed back a reply.

Brooke: Can you give me thirty minutes? I just woke up and still need to get ready.

Ryker: I'm sure you look amazing. I'm on my way. Be there in fifteen.

Dammit!
Why was he so controlling? I threw my phone on the bed and rushed to the closet. Nothing looked good.
What would Ryker like?
I pulled out a short skirt and tight tank-top that never really fit. I tried it on and looked just like a biker chick. With some dark make-up, I could really look the part. If Ryker was taking me to the motorcycle club, then I needed to fit in.

A knock at the door interrupted me brushing my hair. I thought it would be best to make him wait. Let him stew a little bit. He shouldn't be so controlling.

“I'll get it, Brooke!”

Oh shit! Jenny!
I didn't want them to meet yet.

I ran out of the bathroom and into the living room but I was too late—Jenny had already opened the door.

“Hi Ryker, I'm Brooke's roommate, Jenny.” She took his hand.

“It's nice to meet you.” Ryker walked in and spotted me. We had only been apart for a few hours but he wasn't kidding about needing to see me. Ryker rushed right by Jenny and made a bee-line straight to me.

My heart raced and adrenaline pumped through my veins. I breathed hard as Ryker took me in his arms and kissed my lips firmly. I melted away into nothingness. His scent was mesmerizing. My knees felt weak and I almost fell to the ground. I let Ryker hold me up as he broke away. My eyes fluttered back open and I wondered why he stopped at all. I looked past Ryker and realized that Jenny was still standing there spying on us.

I wiped my mouth with my arm. “Sorry, Jenny.”

She crossed her arms and smiled. “Can't keep your hands off each other, eh? I miss that phase of the relationship.”

Jenny was boy-crazy and brought home guys all the time. The problem was: they only stayed for the one night and that was it. Jenny was freaking sexy but she attracted the wrong type of guy. It wasn't all their fault thought. The last time she had a
real
relationship was in high school but she was cheated on and never learned to trust men after that.

“We should get going, Ryker,” I said, tugging at his arm.

Ryker looked confused and hungry—not for food but for me. I wanted him to take me in my bedroom but the time wasn't right. I didn't want to flaunt Ryker in front of Jenny any longer. It just wouldn't be right.

“Are you sure you guys don't want to stay?” she asked.

I knew she was just trying to be polite. Deep down she was crying inside. “I wish we could but Ryker wanted to show me his Motorcycle Club.”

I pulled Ryker by the arm until he finally budged and followed me out. “See you later, Jenny.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ryker said.

Jenny waved goodbye and locked the door behind us.

“What was all that about?” he asked as we walked down the hallway.

“She doesn't have a boyfriend right now and I don't want to make her jealous.”

Ryker nodded and pressed the button for the elevator. “If she wasn't there, I would have taken you on the floor of the apartment.”

This man really knows how to get my blood pumping.

The elevator dinged and we stepped inside. As I pushed the button for the ground floor, I realized that we were standing in a tight box and there was no escape. Ryker grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the walls. His mouth hit mine and I moaned as his hands skimmed all over me.

Was he going to fuck me right here in the elevator!

Ryker hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, thrusting his hand between my thighs, his fingers brushing against my sex. “Your so wet, Brooke.” He pulled my soaked panties to the side and forced one finger into me. I shuddered as he slid it in and out. The pleasure was overwhelming. He stuck his second finger in, curving them, stretching me more and more.

“Oh my god, Ryker.” My release was so close. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes.

Ding!

Ryker immediately withdrew and turned around as the elevator doors opened.

No! No!
The trip was over too soon and I wasn't done yet.

I pulled my skirt down and fixed my hair as Mrs. Johnson walked in carrying her toy poodle. She was an old lady that lived a couple doors down from me. The dog barked at Ryker. I smiled at her and exited the elevator, feeling supremely embarrassed.

I followed him outside to the parking lot, almost tripping over my feet. I watched him put his two fingers in his mouth and taste me. “You're so sweet, Brooke.”

My body surged with desire. How much more teasing could I take? “Fuck me now, Ryker. I don't care where,” I whispered. “I need you inside me right now or I'm going to explode.”

Ryker smiled and rested his fingers on my lips. I could taste the tiniest bit of my salty self. “Just a little while longer, baby.”

He handed me a bike helmet and jumped on. I fit my head and hair into the helmet and joined him on the motorcycle. He brought the the thing to life and I'd totally forgotten about the vibrations.

How was I going to make it without coming all over his motorcycle?

I hugged him hard and we sped away. I tried to think of anything to keep my climax at bay: Jenny, the strip club, but nothing worked. The vibrating seat rumbled beneath me and hit my fleshy hood in the perfect spot. I felt up Ryker's strong chest and breathed heavily. I couldn't hold back any longer. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure, rocking my hips back and forth on seat. I was so wet that a puddle was pooling below.

The intense vibrations stopped as Ryker turned off his bike.

Fuck! Fuck! Not again!

“We're here,” Ryker announced.

I got off the bike and could feel my wetness running down my thighs. I pulled of my helmet and saw a big sign that said: The Burger Joint.

Ryker smiled. “Are you all right, Brooke? Your face is all red.”

I blushed even more. He knew
exactly
why I was all red.

“So this is the Dark Steel Motorcycle Club?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Not exactly.” Ryker led me inside the burger restaurant. The place was completely packed and there was a line of people wrapped around. The smell of meat, lettuce, and tomatoes made my stomach growl. We went through the small kitchen and to a back door.

“
This
is the MC,” he said, opening the door.

I could still feel her wetness on my fingers as we entered The Burger Joint. Touching her in the elevator was so hot and the taste of her was unforgettable. I wanted to fuck her so hard and she wanted it too. But it was fun watching her squirm. She was so close to coming—and so was I. Thank Christ, she didn't touch me over my pants in the elevator. One stroke and I would've unloaded inside my jeans.

I brought her into the MC and showed her around. Zane was at his usual spot by the bar, cleaning his guns. That man had an obsession. Maverick was behind the counter, pouring beers and mixing drinks.

There was way too many people to introduce Brooke to. I'd never brought a girl to the club before. Well I take that back. I'd brought plenty of girls to the MC before but not like this. Not in a situation where I needed to introduce her.

I put two fingers in my mouth—the same two fingers—and whistled. “Can I get everyone's attention?” Rowan looked up behind his glasses and Jasper woke up from sleeping on the pool table.

“I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Brooke.”

Brooke looked at me with a shocked face and I smiled back.
What are you thinking, Ryker? You just met her and already calling her your girlfriend. Have you even had a girlfriend before?

I told my subconscious to shut the fuck up. The guys all gave their version of hello to Brooke. Axel came out from the back and nodded.

“Nice to meet you all,” Brooke said with a nervous smile.

“Want a drink?” I asked. I knew she wanted me to fuck her as soon as possible but I needed to tease her just a little bit longer.

She grit her teeth and replied, “Sure, a drink sounds nice.”

“Maverick! Get me a beer and something fruity for the lady.”

We walked over and sat down at the bar next to Zane. “Don't you think those guns are clean enough?” I asked him.

Zane looked up with a blank face. “It don't matter. It helps me think.”

“What would you like to drink, Brooke?” Maverick asked.

I watched closely as she contemplated what to get. Her nose scrunched up and looked so cute. I wanted to kiss her all over.

“Strawberry margarita if you have it.”

Maverick grinned. “We have more booze than a liquor store.”

“This place is really cool,” Brooke said. Her hands moved up and down her thighs, barely lifting up her skirt as she went. She was playing hardball with me.

Two could play at that game.
She thought I was some sort of gentleman—I was not.

I place my hand on her bare thigh and ran it up slowly along the inside. She tensed up immediately and held her breath. She was mine to do with as I pleased.

“Here's your drinks,” Maverick said, setting down a pink glass in front of Brooke and a beer bottle in front of me. “You look familiar,” he said to Brooke, tapping his finger against his lip.

Brooke giggled.

Maverick's eyes lit up. He realized it was from the strip club. “Ryker, you sick dog.”

I chuckled and took a swig of my beer while still teasing Brooke with my other hand.

She carefully sipped her drink without spilling any. “This tastes amazing,” she choked out.

Enough teasing. Anymore and I'd have to take her right here on the bar in front of everyone. The things I could do to that body. “Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs.”

Maverick patted his large belly. “Don't have too much fun.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and Brooke waved. For hanging out with a bunch of criminals, she seemed to do a very good job. I brought her upstairs and to the room I used to sleep over when I had too much to drink—which was most nights.

The bed with its flannel sheets was unmade and dirty clothes were sprawled all over the floor. I didn't usually care what the chicks I brought home thought about me. But with Brooke I did. I quickly gathered my clothes into a pile and tossed them into a closet.

“This is nice,” Brooke said, running her fingertips across the dusty desk in the corner.

“It's just a place to crash after long nights.”

Brooke nodded and walked to me. “So am I your girlfriend now?”

I gulped. I was hoping she would have forgotten all about that. “I'm not sure. Do you want to be?”

She pouted her lips. “That's not what you said downstairs.” Brooke placed her hands on my chest.

My heart beat fast. “Will you be my girlfriend, Brooke?”

She beamed up at me and smiled. “You make a girl really happy, do you know that?”

“I aim to please.” I embraced her and trailed my kisses down her forehead and to her nose. The hardness in my pants grew. I kissed her lips lightly, pulling away before she can invade me with her  tongue.

“You better fuck me now, Ryker. I won't take anymore of this teasing bullshit.”

I saluted her. “Yes, ma'am!”