Iron & Bone (Lock & Key #3) (18 page)

I felt small within his unyielding firm embrace. He rubbed my scalp, and sighing, I relaxed under the power of his gifted fingertips. I glanced up at him. His tender touch and intense gaze had me under a spell.

“I had to make sure he understood,” he whispered, his heart beating steadily underneath me.

“I know. You don’t have to explain.”

He was concerned about my feelings.
Holy shit.

“I had to,” he said.

My core swirled with heat at the dangerous low tone of his voice.

Was it fucked up of me to be turned on by it, by his harsh grip on my flesh, the violence he implied?

I brushed his jaw with my lips, and my fingers stroked over his upper chest. “Did you punch him?”

“Yeah.” His thumb slid inside my mouth for a heart-stopping moment and then dragged across my bottom lip. His eyes gleamed in the shadows. He was high. On blood, on making his move, leaving his mark. On me.

“Did you cut him?” I asked.

“Yes.”

His hand slid under my panty, cupping my ass firmly, and I let out a whimper.

My hand ran across his chest and down alongside his body. “Did you make him bleed?” I whispered.

“Fuck yes. And I broke a bone. Just one.”

I kissed his shoulder, licking over the hard contours of his upper arm. “Did you like it?”

He sucked in a quick breath. “I didn’t want to stop.”

I crushed my mouth to his, and my fingers brushed over the long scar along his middle, and he pushed my hand away.

“How did you get this?” I asked.

His head sank to the side. “War wound, long time ago.”

“Were you in the Army?”

“No.” His body tensed. “Another kind of war.”

This wild mark forever lashed on his body was proof of the violent life he led, and although it made me uneasy, it also sent fiery sparks shimmering through me. My leg slid higher in between his, and I followed the trail of crisp hair down his abs. My hand tucked under his waistband and wrapped around his stiff cock.

I stroked his rigid length, and my tongue created wet swirls over his smooth chest. A groan escaped his throat as my tongue flicked around a nipple and over a pec. In a flash of movement, I was underneath him, my back to the mattress, his lips sucking on a breast. His torso pressed against me, and I let out a gasp at the exquisite surge of sensation between my legs.

“I want to make you feel good,” he rasped, a hand stroking over my hips to my ass.

“Boner—”

His eyes glinted in the dark. “I want to make my old lady feel good.”

My whole being glowed at his words. His lips skidded down my middle, and I shuddered as he moved south, ripping off my panty.

My hands dug into his hair. “Boner—”

His eyes found mine. “Let me give this to you. I want to give this to you, baby. I need to,” he breathed, a hand on my breast.

Suddenly, both his hands were under my ass, lifting up my lower body, and his mouth sank over my pussy.

“Boner!”

His moans met mine in the air above us. His tongue swirled gently, then ferociously, and then gently again. He pushed my legs further apart and angled his mouth to discover more of me, take in more of me, tease me, consume me. My head rolled back on the pillow.

My old lady.

I gasped loudly, both my hands fisted tightly in his thick glorious hair. My hips shamelessly rocked against his face. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop. Bone—oh, Bone!”

His silky hair brushed my thighs, and my lungs squeezed painfully as he sucked on me, his shoulders surging with the effort, his rhapsody of grunts and groans propelling me into a fantastic unknown.

I crashed and soared all at once, right there, in his mouth. I trembled under the intense force of the sweet glory he’d given me.

Boner lifted up over me, taking me in his arms. He turned us to our sides on the bed, his choppy breathing filling my ear. “You call that doctor of yours first thing tomorrow, and you confirm that you can have sex. All kinds of fucking sex. Hard, fast, slow, front, back—ask her about everything. So, we’re sure.”

“Upside down sex, too?” I kissed him and then laughed as I pressed into his chest, enjoying my taste on his lips.

“Not funny.”

“I’m going tomorrow morning. Grace called her, and we got in for a visit, first thing.”

“I’m taking you.”

His fingers slid in between my ass cheeks, pressing against my entrance, and I let out a small cry at the tremor of sensation.

“And don’t forget about your ass. You want me in your ass, baby?”

I laughed out loud, but he swallowed the laugh in a hungry kiss. “I’m not joking,” he said against my lips.

“I know you’re not joking.”

Boner pushed me onto my back, and his teeth nipped across my jaw, down my throat. He sucked on my breasts, going from one to the other, roughly stroking them, his insistent wet tongue flicking at my sensitive nipples, and I squirmed under his weight.

I hooked both my legs around his torso, locking him to me, his head bent over me. My hands smoothed down his dark hair to his back, a waterfall of heavy silk, and it was mine, all mine, to enjoy. I bloomed under his hungry kisses, his gentle sucks, his stinging licks, his harsh grip.

“These tits are gonna fucking kill me,” he said in between kisses.

I let out a stream of lazy laughter.

His thumb rubbed back and forth over a nipple. “I love your laugh.” He pressed closer against me. “Never lose that laugh. I need to hear it.”

I basked in the thousand sparks shimmering across my skin from his touch, from his raw voice in the shadows. But something sad lingered in the air from his tone, his silence.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah. You know, you never answered my question.”

“Which one?”

He chuckled, his hair falling across his face, tickling my skin. He settled his head on my chest. “Do you want me in your ass?”

I kissed his forehead. “I want you everywhere.”

“
WHAT A MESS
!”

My head lurched off my pillow, and my eyes unglued in the semidarkness. A girl stood, facing the mirror opposite my bed, her light-colored hair, hair the color of dawn, fell past her shoulders.

Jill.

I let out an exhale and fell back against my pillow again. For a second there, I’d thought…
no, impossible.
That was another fucking lifetime.

The first of many fucking messes.

I sat up in the bed. “What did you say?”

“My face is a mess,” replied Jill. “I’m all puffy.”

I rubbed a hand down my chest. “You’re fucking beautiful. You just didn’t get enough sleep.”

“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” She leaned over me, her fingers tracing a line up my chest.

I clasped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, kissing it. “You’re beautiful, Jillee.”

“Stop.”

“You are, baby.” My thumb glided over the edge of the bruise that motherfucker had left on her cheek. “You are.”

She tangled her fingers in mine. “We should leave soon, so I can see Becca and Rae, change my clothes, and then we can get to the doctor on time. Grace called me earlier.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“She’s going to meet us at the doctor’s.”

“Good.”

I pulled her down and kissed her. Her small moans and soft giggles made something warm ripple through my chest.

Jill’s tongue, Jill’s breathy moans, Jill’s taste.

Jill. Not black-eyed creatures from the past.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

She pushed my hair away from my face, a pink color rising on her cheeks. “Let’s just say, you made me feel like a million bucks last night,” she said softly.

I chuckled as I wrapped a hand around her upper thigh. “You tasted better than a million bucks. You coming on my mouth? Even better.” I grinned at her as she squirmed on the edge of the bed.

My hand stroked over her belly, and she covered my hand with hers. “I’m looking forward to seeing the ultrasound, making sure everything’s okay with our Super-baby. Grace was so upset. I hated seeing her like that.”

I kissed her shoulder. “I know, babe. We were all upset.”

“I should’ve told Catch sooner. I could’ve had Tania and Grace with me to make it easier. That would have been a no-brainer. Me and twenty-twenty hindsight.” Her eyes got watery.

“Hey, this ain’t your fault.” I sat up, holding on to her hands. “That motherfucker did this all on his own. He didn’t have to react that way. He chose to threaten your life and the baby’s. He chose to put you on his bike and drag you over here to make a statement. Then, he goes and pulls a gun on you and Grace. Why? ’Cause he was jealous, pissed off? You two have been over for months. Guy’s a dick, Jill. Needs to grow up.”

“I could’ve been mature about it instead of avoiding it and putting off telling him. I knew that he’d have some sort of reaction, just not so thermonuclear.” She let go of my hands and pulled on the hem of her T-shirt. “And now, my pathetic drama created problems for your clubs.”

“Listen to me, this shit is not on you. Get that out of your head right now. And nothing about you is pathetic.”

I wrapped a hand around her neck, pulling her close, and took her mouth, slowly kissing her.

“Minty girl. You found my toothbrush?”

She nodded. “That okay? Or does that gross you out?”

“It takes a hell of a lot more to gross me out, baby.”

She let out that priceless small laugh again.

“How are you really doing though? Hmm?” I tugged at her lower lip with my thumb. An odd warmth burrowed through my insides at the sight of her cheeks flushing, her eyes shining back at me.

This is temporary. Temporary.

“I’m fine. No cramping or twinges or—”

“No, I mean, getting taken like that must have set off a few alarm bells for you, huh?”

“I guess. Yeah. A few.”

“A man you trusted, the father of your kid, turned on you. Can’t ignore that shit, Jill.”

“It’s over now.” She moved away and went back to the mirror, combing her fingers through her hair.

“You need to talk it out. You can talk to me about anything. I’m a good listener.”

She grinned. A greedy grin, like a kid who had gotten a huge ice cream sundae and refused to share. “You’re good at a hell of a lot of things.”

I jacked up from the bed and swatted her on the ass. “And don’t you forget it.”

“I don’t think I ever will.” Her eyes held mine through the mirror.

I stretched out behind her, and her gaze fell to my chest and then lower to my hard cock. I winked at her. “I’ll be ready in five.”

She smiled at me, and that heat inside me only burrowed deeper.

Fuck, everything was worth that smile.

I got dressed, and grabbed Jill a banana and a yogurt from the kitchen for a quick breakfast in my truck. We stopped at Rae’s, so she could change, see her daughter, and reassure Rae that she was fine.

At the doctor’s office in Rapid, Grace was waiting for us in the parking lot. Once we all got upstairs, the receptionist ushered Jill in right away with Grace at her side.

I sat in the waiting room and stretched my legs, my shades still on. I didn’t have to remove them. They adjusted in the light into a groovy purply tone. It also kept people away. I didn’t like people in general. Most bikers I knew didn’t either.