Steel 4: Blackthorne MC #4 (3 page)

Wearing just my lace panties and bra, I climbed back onto his lap.
 

“Jesus, Ella. I want you.”

My panties were already damp, and as his deep voice said those words, I wriggled on his lap.

Every time I’d been with Nick, he’d been in charge, and he’d been the one maintaining the pace. He’d made me come before he squeezed himself into me. This time I wanted it to be different.

This time
I
wanted to take
him
. I wanted to be the one in control, and I didn’t want to wait.

I slipped the wet lace of my panties to one side and moved myself forward so I could rub myself against him.

He groaned, and I felt his hardness jerk in response. His hands gripped my ass, trying to slow me down and control the pace, but I grabbed his hands and moved them up to my breasts.

There was a flicker of confusion in his eyes before it cleared, and he gave me a knowing smile.

“
I
want to…” I began to say, my voice trembling a little.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Ella,” he whispered, his breath hot against my breasts.

I felt a flush of heat spread along my belly at his words.
 

He peeled down one cup of my bra, revealing my breast, and my nipple tightened into a small pink nub. His tongue flicked out, tasting and teasing.

Ohmygod
. I whimpered.

I rubbed the head of him between my legs and saw his eyes darken with lust in response. I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him and that was such a turn on.

I positioned his hardness at my opening and moved my body down onto him. He was too big to fit in one go. I moved slowly up and down, and began to impale myself on him inch by inch.

“Christ, Ella. You’re so tight.” He groaned before lowering his lips to my breasts.

His teeth grazed my nipples, sending an erotic shiver through my body.
 

It was so tight, and he was so big, I started to worry he wouldn’t fit. It had been okay before, but that had been after he’d used his fingers and his tongue.

The worry must have shown on my face as he reached up and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “It’s okay, Ella.”

His other hand reached between my thighs and pressed just above where we were joined. I was about to move his hand and insist he follow my lead, but the intense pleasure that rushed through my body as he slowly stroked me with his finger, stole the words from my mouth.

I moaned as the delicious sensation tingled between my legs, and I began to move up and down on him. I was so wet that he slid deeper and deeper inside me each time I moved down.

His hardness filled me and stretched me as I gripped his muscular shoulders, carefully avoiding his injury.

I reached behind my back and unsnapped the clasp of my bra, and my breasts bounced free.

Nick’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched my breasts jiggle as I moved up and down.

He cursed. “Christ, Ella. That feels so…”

The rest of his words were covered by another curse as I sank down on him, burying him to the hilt, deep inside me.

He reached around me, pulling me closer and forcing himself deeper inside me. He clutched me to him, so my breasts were pressed up against his chest.
 

After enjoying the sensation of my nipples rubbing against his hard chest for a moment, I pushed him back.

He was breathing hard as he let me push him down, so he was lying rather than sitting on the bed.
 

There was a questioning look in his eyes when he looked up at me as I sat astride him.

“I want to be in control tonight,” I whispered and circled my hips, grinding myself down on him.

I felt his hips jerk in response to my movement, and he groaned. “I know I said you could do anything to me… but it feels… different.”

I stilled. “Bad different?”

“God, no. Fucking awesome different.”

He groaned again as I shifted my hips, and I smiled, loving the feel of Nick inside me.

“Good,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips.
 

My hair trailed against his chest as I moved up and down slowly. Nick’s hands found my waist as I started to move a little faster.

Again his hand moved between my legs, and I decided to let that pass as it felt so damn good. As the pad of his thumb circled my swollen, sensitive flesh, I rode him, gently at first, then harder, sliding my wetness up his length before slamming back down.

The muscles in my thighs burned, but I barely noticed as I was completely focused on the tingling, starting at my core and rushing out in waves through my belly.

Nick’s whole body was hard as he tensed. I could tell he was holding back, and it was testing all his control.

He rubbed his thumb, wet with my juices, over me, faster and faster until I felt myself let go. The rush of pleasure that hit me was so intense. I cried out Nick’s name as I came.

He pulled me down on top of him and held me close as he came deep inside me. I felt his whole body jerk as he spilled his seed.

I had drifted off with Nick’s arms around me, but something woke me a short while later. Beside me, Nick was still breathing softly, and I gently lifted his arm so I could climb out of bed.
 

Despite such an emotional evening, I was starving.

I pulled on my clothes and then headed to the kitchen, planning to get myself a snack.

Nancy was heading back into the kitchen as I entered.

“The kitchen is closed for the evening now, thank God. What a long day.” She ran a hand through her hair and smiled weakly at me.

“How are you feeling now?”

“I’m fine. Just tired. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

I shook my head and shrugged. “I was actually going to fix myself a sandwich, if that’s okay?”

Nancy opened the refrigerator and the light inside flickered on. “We’ve got some leftover chicken if that would do?”

I smiled and took the plate of chicken she handed me. “Thanks.”

As she picked up a bread knife, I said, “Don’t worry. Go and take it easy. I’ve got this.”

She looked at me gratefully. “Really? That would be great. I could really do with an early night.”

After Nancy left, I set about fixing the sandwich. Nancy made her own bread, which was rustic and had very chewy crusts, but I’d grown to like it.
 

I had cut two large slices and begun buttering the bread when I realized I wasn’t alone.
 

I turned around to see Jackson standing behind me in the doorway.
 

How did he just creep up on me like that? Why did I never hear him? The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

The way he cooly studied me made me blush. I knew my hair was messy, and glancing down, I saw that my shirt buttons were done up wrong.
 

It didn’t take a genius to realize what I’d been up to just a short while ago. Jackson always made me feel so guilty.

“What do you want?” I demanded rudely.
 

Jackson somehow always brought out the worst in me. He made me feel on edge, as if I was doing something wrong, and I resented it.

He raised an eyebrow and gave me one of his slow sexy smiles. It didn’t work on me, though. I concentrated on loading chicken into my sandwich.

“That looks good,” he said.

I sighed at his blatant hint. “Would you like one, Jackson?”

“Thanks for asking, Ella. That would be great,” he said mirroring my tone.

I reached for the loaf of bread and began cutting off another two slices for Jackson.

He leaned on the worktop beside me and watched me work.

It made me uncomfortable.

“Can you not do that?”

“What?”

“Stare at me while I’m doing this. It makes me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Jackson grinned. “I didn’t realize I had that effect on you, Ella.”

“Not in that way,” I snapped, buttering the bread. “In a
creepy
way.”

Jackson didn’t look hurt, he just looked amused. “Do I scare you, Ella?”

I shook my head and I was surprised to realize that it was the truth. Out of all the people here, Jackson didn’t scare me. He made me feel uneasy, but not scared.
 

I had no explanation for why that was. It didn’t make any sense at all.

Jackson looked at me intently. “You should be more careful, Ella.”

I swallowed nervously and focused on cutting the sandwiches in half before putting them on a plate. “What do you mean?”

I handed the plate to Jackson.

“Thank you.” He took the plate from me and caught my hand in his. “You shouldn’t be so trusting. And you
definitely
shouldn’t trust Nick Steel quite as much as you do.”
 

Jackson’s gaze travelled the length of my body, telling me in no uncertain terms he knew exactly what I’d just been doing with Nick.

To my irritation, I felt myself blush. What business was it of his?

Why shouldn’t I have some fun when I was stuck out here in the middle of nowhere?

I took a large bite of my sandwich and chewed angrily.

Jackson opened his mouth to speak again, but I put my hand up. “Enough. It really isn’t any of your business what I do with Nick.”

Jackson’s eyes grew dark, but after a moment, he nodded. “You’re right. But keep your guard up, Ella. Things are going to get a lot worse around here before they get better.”

And with that, he carried his sandwich out of the kitchen, leaving me staring after him.
 

What on earth did he mean by that?

Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better?

Was he serious? Things were already bad enough as far as I was concerned.

The following morning, Nick and I ate breakfast in the bar. When Nick sat down at the table beside me instead of joining Victor at his table with Jackson and Damien, Victor’s face took on a sour look.

Now, I knew the truth about Victor, I didn’t see him as handsome in the dark dangerous way I once had. Now, I saw him as evil.
Pure evil
.

Nick quickly polished off his plate of bacon and eggs and I was still making headway with mine, when Victor shouted out, “Steel, we’ve got the Morrison crew in from out of state tonight. I expect you to be there. Do you think you can tear yourself away?”
 

Victor’s tone was mocking as he looked at Nick and I, and everyone else on the other tables laughed.

To Nick’s credit, he just shrugged and smiled, laughing along with them. “Sure,” he said.

For the rest of breakfast time, I sat quietly, listening intently for any more details about the evening ahead. It sounded like everyone would have to be there.

It was my chance.

With Nick and Jackson occupied, the two people who kept closest watch on me, I could escape.
 

I needed to plan carefully, though. My stupid earlier idea about taking a motorcycle wasn’t going to work. I could see that now. But if they were occupied for long enough, and I could somehow get into Blackthorne, I could ask for help…

I had to take this opportunity because I didn’t know when another one would come along.

Nick was working on his bike for the rest of the morning, and I hung around for a while. The sight of him with his shirt off and his muscles straining as he tightened and loosened parts of the bike was a very attractive way to kill time. But after a while, I managed to drag myself away.
 

“I’m just going for a walk,” I announced.

Nick looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. He wiped away the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving behind a small smear of engine grease.
 

I wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but I stuck my hands deeper in my pockets and smiled at him, trying my best to look innocent.

“Don’t go far,” Nick said.

I laughed. My voice sounded suspiciously bright as I said, “Sure. I mean, where would I go?”
 

I gestured at the empty desert around us.

Nick smiled. “Fair point.”

He turned back to concentrate on his bike.

I walked slowly, circling the perimeter of the club. I’d seen something the other day that I thought could be very useful this evening, and I wanted to check it was still there.

There was a large outbuilding at the back of the club. A couple of the windows were cracked, and the place was covered in cobwebs. It clearly wasn’t used much at the moment.

The other day, as I was passing, something had caught my eye.
 

When I reached the outbuilding, I looked around and turned in a slow circle to make sure no one had followed me and no one was watching me from the club.