Steel Justice (A Romantic Suspense) (10 page)

He leans over and softly kisses my lips then ruffles my hair. “Things always look brighter in the morning.” He stands and walks to the door. “Lock the deadbolt behind me. Don’t open the door for anyone and keep the lights dim so nobody can see in through the curtains. If you get scared, you can always bang on the wall and I’ll hear you. If you need me, I’ll be here.”

Is he really leaving? Just like that?

“Jesse, wait,” I call out as he turns the doorknob. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone tonight. Stay with me.”

He pauses at the door, turning reluctantly to face me. He shoves his hair back with his hand. “If I stay, this is only going to go one way. We both know it. There’s no way in hell I can spend another night next to you without touching your gorgeous body. I have willpower, but I’m not a damn saint. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”

I pat the bedspread beside me in invitation.

“Fuck,” he swears, looking like he is about to turn and leave anyway. Then without warning, he is striding to the bed and stripping the sheets from my fingers. I yelp in surprise.

He doesn’t touch me and instead leans his arms on either side of my body. The atmosphere stills around us. Without tearing his eyes from mine, he says, “Tell me to leave, Trish, and I’ll go. If you tell me that fucking you is something you don’t want, I’ll respect your wishes. I’m not Big Roy, and I won’t force a woman into being with me. There’s nothing more that I want and need right now than to make you mine. But you have to want it too. As much as I do.”

I shiver at the intense heat in his eyes and suddenly feel shy. What if he’s disappointed in me? My sex life up to now has been limited and unsatisfying.

“I’m not experienced like those other women,” I whisper.

His harsh expression softens at my words. “I know,” he says in a gentler tone than before. “I want you so much I feel like my cock is going to explode, but I can wait until you’re ready.” He blows out a long breath and touches his forehead to mine. “That’s a lie. Please tell me you’re ready now.”

His tortured words make my heart trip. I knew exactly how he feels. No way can I wait another second either. I’d been waiting since the first second I caught a glimpse of his tattooed muscular body making its way toward me at the bar.

The solid weight of his body holds me down and keeps me from moving or bolting out the door. Not that I want to. My fingers itch to sink into the dark waves of his hair. Instead I fist the sheets on either side of me as his hot breath fans my earlobe. I feel the tension in his every muscle as he strives to stay in control.

“I want to take you now,” he says. “Pin you to the bed, spread your thighs as far apart as they can go, and fuck you senseless. But tonight we’re going to go slow...really slow,” he adds softly. “I want this to be a night to remember.”

He kisses me right behind my ear. My skin feels hot and I can barely meet his gaze. He chuckles at my shyness, leaning down and closing the distance between our lips.

“Do you have any clue what you do to me?” he murmurs before covering my mouth possessively in a kiss. Our breaths mingle as I eagerly open my lips wider. Long minutes pass before he draws away slightly, just enough for me to try to catch my unsteady breath. I feel his smile as he kisses my bottom lip.

“You make me rock hard just by looking at you. Every man in the bar wanted you tonight. I was in agony watching them and knowing what they were thinking.” His mouth moves to kiss along my jaw line and continues lower. “They were thinking of all the things they wanted to do to you. Just like I was. And now I am.”

I shiver at his words.

“They were wondering how it would feel to touch your breasts,” he says, tugging my shirt up over my head. He stares at my breasts for a moment in pure wonder before cupping each full globe in his hands and thumbing the nipples. “And how responsive your nipples would be.” Dipping his head, he captures a nipple in his mouth and tugs hard. My fingers clench in his hair and he growls his approval.

“I promise it will be so good,” he whispers in my ear. “I will spend all night pleasing you.”

He moves his hand lower, and I hold my breath as he slides his hand further down my stomach. Embarrassed by the moan that escapes my mouth, I grab his hand. This is moving too fast and I’m not sure what I’m getting into.

“Jesse, wait,” I say.

My hand closes around his wrist as he slides his hand under my panties, parts my swollen lips, and pushes his middle finger deep inside all the way up to his knuckle. I hear him grunt softly as I instinctively grind against his hand, shocked and amazed by how delicious his finger feels. I close my eyes and shudder when he slides a second finger in and strokes my snug tightness.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, running his lips along my throat. “What you need from me.”

I can show him faster than I can possibly say it.

Reaching for his belt buckle, I hurriedly undo it, unzip his jeans, and slide my hand inside to wrap around his hard length. He groans and strains against my hand.

“We’re reaching the point of no going back,” he says hoarsely. “Are you sure?”

I nod and stroke my hand down the length of his cock as my answer.

“Thank you Jesus!” he says.

He stands up by the edge of the bed and quickly strips off his clothes. I’m speechless as I gaze up in awe at his deeply tanned, muscular body. A large Steel Infidels tattoo runs across the front of his chest. Several smaller tattoos cover his neck, shoulders, arms, and back. I try not to stare, but I can’t help checking out the thick, long erection between his legs too. Thank you Jesus is right.

Grasping my ankles, he pulls me down the length of the bed then quickly grabs my panties and tugs them off. Immediately he covers my entire body with his. I close my eyes and slide my hands down his back. Damn! His muscular ass feels delicious underneath my palms.

Urgently, he claims my lips before leaving a trail of kisses between my breasts and down my stomach. When he reaches my legs, he pauses and looks up at me with blue eyes hazy with desire.

“Open your legs,” he coaxes. “I want to see your pussy spread wide for me.”

I swallow and try hard to fight back against the timidness welling up in me. If he only knew how pathetic my sexual experience has been. The desire to please him is stronger than the need to protect my modesty, so I pull my knees up and spread my legs wide apart just like he asked.

“Breathtaking,” he says, before moving between my legs and placing his cock at the entrance to my pussy lips.

In an instant, he penetrates me, leaving me gasping from sweet agony. With barely a pause, he sinks in.

“Damn! You are so fucking wet and tight,” he says, lifting his face from my neck to gaze at me. “I could stay inside you forever. This feels so good.”

“I know,” I say.

“I need to move, sweetheart,” he says softly. “And I need you to tell me it’s okay. I can pull out or keep going. All you have to do is say no and I’ll stop. Just say the word.”

He holds completely still, letting me adjust to his width.

“No, I want you,” I say, pulling him deeper as I feel him start to withdraw. “It feels too good to stop now.”

“You want it slow and easy?” he murmurs as he starts moving.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Shallow at first with a smooth, steady rhythm, Jesse takes me, allowing only a few inches of his cock to slide in and out until my body relaxes. He pumps in steady strokes, sliding and stroking, making me feel him deep inside.

Everything he gives, I have no choice but to take and keep taking. He rocks in deeper and harder while intently watching my every expression. Leaning down, he kisses my lips again, then my throat, before moving lower and capturing my nipple in his mouth.

“Is it good?” he asks huskily.

His hoarse voice breaks through my daze. Not trusting my voice, I speak instead with my body, my legs locking around his sides tightly while my hips move almost imperceptibly beneath him, urging him on.

The next second he pulls out slightly again and then thrusts more powerfully, jolting me back against the pillows. He is buried so deep inside me now. Beads of sweat break out on our skin, making us slide slickly against each other.

My nails rake down his muscular back as the pressure mounts deep inside me until I’m writhing and frantic, impatient for more. My teeth sink deep into his neck when I suddenly cum in a rush.

Jesse groans as my whole body spasms uncontrollably around his hard cock and I lose control over my muscles as they ripple and contract.

“Trish,” he breathes when my body goes perfectly still.

I open my eyes and gaze up at him. Bringing him into focus is difficult. There is strain on his face from holding back. He isn’t even breathing hard, though the sheen of perspiration on his forehead shows how much effort it is taking for him to slow things down for me.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” he says.

Linking my arms behind his neck, I whisper to him, “It’s okay. Let go.”

I hear the hitch in his breath as he quickens his pace. His thrusts grow choppy and I buck my hips up to meet his. His hard cock swells and then starts to pulse deep inside me.

“Fuck!”

He pushes in to the balls and buries his face in my throat while his body shudders in release.

Several minutes later, we’re both still breathing raggedly. He rests his forehead against mine, his chest heaving, while his elbows are braced at my sides to support his weight.

“I don’t want to move,” he says. “I could stay like this forever.”

With a regretful sound, he slides out of me and rolls off. I glance over and he is staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look on his face. Turning his face toward mine, he reaches out and touches my cheek with his finger.

“You’re unbelievable,” he says. “Everything I could have wanted and so much more.”

Pulling me to his chest, he holds my face in his hands and stares into my eyes.

“Promise me you’ll be here in the morning. No more running away this time. I need to hear you say it. Promise me.”

No way am I leaving him again.

“I promise.”

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rish is still fast asleep when I slip out of the room. After the night we spent together, she needs all the rest she can get. My gut told me that fucking her would be something special. What I didn’t expect is for it to be mind-blowing spectacular.

Something about her brings out my protective streak. Maybe because her brother is such an asshole. Or maybe because when she looks at me with those soft brown eyes, I want to make sure they never have a reason to fill with tears again.

It’s been years since I’ve had deep feelings for any girl. Being with Trish is stirring up something I had forgotten existed, and it worries me.

I have to be careful not to let my personal feelings for her cloud my judgment where the Liberators are concerned. If her brother gets hurt or even killed in the crossfire, then so be it.

I try not to think about how devastated Trish will be if that ever happens.

Or if she will ever forgive me.

I knock on Flint’s door to see if he is up yet. He swings the door open wide and rubs his eyes groggily with the palms of his hands.

“Jesus Christ, Jesse! What time is it?” he asks.

“Time to get your lazy ass up and out of bed. We need to work on a plan.” I move past him into the messy hotel room.

Flint yawns. “Don’t call me lazy, dickhead. I was out all night checking out the Liberators’ hotel while you were next door fucking around. You were, right?”

“Were what?”

“Fucking,” he says with a straight face.

“None of your damn business.”

He chuckles. “Oh, so that’s how it is now.” He cocks his head and gives me a closer look. “You’ve got a serious thing for her, don’t you? Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. There’s no point in trying to fool me though, Jesse. I know you better than anyone.”

I think about lying and know it will only be a waste of my time. “So I like her,” I say with a shrug. “No big deal. Nothing for you to get a hard on over. Women come and go.”

Flint clears his throat. “Considering I haven’t heard of a single girl actually spending the entire night with you since I came back to town, I do think it’s a big deal. What happened to your famous ‘fuck them and send them packing before daylight’ rule?”

“She’s only sticking around for a couple of days until we get this mess sorted out with the Liberators. After that, who knows? We certainly haven’t talked about it, and I doubt she has given it any thought either. I know I haven’t. So drop it, okay?”

“Whatever you say. You’re the boss man.”

Flint rips open a package provided by the hotel containing a prefilled coffee filter. He holds it up for me to see the label.

“This shit says gourmet coffee, but I’ll bet you fifty bucks it tastes like ass.”

He pours water into the canister and starts the coffee brewing. “How can they make hotel coffee taste so damn awful?”

“You can always stop by the store and buy yourself a bag of decent coffee if you hate it that bad,” I suggest.

“Yeah, but that would ruin the whole experience of going on vacation to bike week with you guys,” he jokes. “If I buy a bag of good coffee, the next thing I know you’ll all be ordering me to make cappuccinos like I’m your own personal barista. Kind of like going camping and bringing along a chef.”

He pours a cup of black coffee when it finishes dripping and hands it to me. I take a sip and grimace.

“Damn! You weren’t kidding. So tell me what you found out last night at the Beachcomber. Any sign of Big Roy?”

Flint shakes his head. “No. Not that we were really expecting there to be. The brother obviously tipped him off and they all split. We hung around in the parking lot for a bit and asked a few questions. Some bikers there remembered seeing a man with red hair and a long beard. Snake tattoo on his arm.”

“Big Roy?”

“Must be. Don’t know anybody else that ugly. Nobody knew where they went. The girl at the check-in desk said the rooms were paid in full through the end of bike week. That’s all we know right now.”