Page 18 of Riding the Line (Steel Saints MC #1)

The bed was ridiculous, and I was instantly in love.

I plopped down on the cloud-like mattress and lay there for a minute, my mind racing.

Taking the DiAngelos down was still important to me, but the Mills brothers were…

unexpected. Even more surprising were my feelings for them, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.

I had tried staying away, but my body responded to them in a way that was completely foreign to me. It was like an addiction.

In short, the whole situation was fucked.

I groaned and dragged myself up, deciding to check out the rest of the room, specifically the bathroom.

I all but jumped for joy when I saw the tub big enough to fit a small family in, and the jets lining the sides of it.

My apartment had a tub that barely came up to my knees when I was standing, and I wasn’t entirely sure a ten-year-old could stretch out fully in it.

This tub was heaven, and I needed a slice immediately.

I went back to my bags, pulling out some pajamas.

I found the bathroom cabinets fully stocked with everything a girl could need.

Turning on the tub, I filled it with some delicious-smelling lavender vanilla bath salts and soap.

As the tub filled up with bubbles, the whole bathroom started smelling like a bakery.

I stripped eagerly, pressed the button for the jets, and slid into the hot water with a groan.

At first, the burn was almost too much, but once my body adjusted, I could practically feel every sore muscle and knot easing itself out.

I decided that if I were to die right in this moment, I would do so in total bliss.

I sat there, enjoying my bath, until the water started to cool.

A fuzzy robe and a pair of house slippers were neatly stored in the same cabinet I had found my bath things in.

Slipping those over my PJs, I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the bathroom and bedroom.

Sending both to the girls, I also texted Uncle Tommy to let him know where I was—I didn’t say with whom, even though I bet he already knew.

I tossed my phone on the bed, determined to ignore it, lest I receive an unwelcome response from Braxton.

When I found the office, the room was dark except for a couple of lamps.

Dalton sat in an armchair, under one of the lamps, reading.

I leaned against a nearby bookcase, smiling at the sight of him.

He was a big man for the chair, but he looked completely at ease.

His heavy boots were propped up on a footrest, and his black leather jacket was draped across the back of the chair.

I wasn’t even sure he had heard me come in, but then he said, “Like what you see, baby girl?” My smile grew wider, and he looked up at me with a grin of his own. “Come here.”

My smile became seductive as I walked towards him.

He kicked the footrest to the side and watched me saunter to him.

When I was within grabbing distance, he dropped his book to the floor with a thud and pulled me until I stood between his legs, looking down at him.

His eyes never left mine as he untied the robe until it fell open, revealing my shirt that ended at my belly button, and the shorts that didn’t even cover my ass.

They were the same shorts I had been wearing when he and Mac had come to my apartment, and I had packed them deliberately, remembering the hungry way he had looked at me in them.

Before I could think better of it, I straddled his lap and leaned in to nuzzle his neck, loving the smell of him.

The expensive, sweet-smelling oil he used on his bikes, combined with the scent of warm leather and musk, wrapped up in one delicious package.

His hands roamed my body freely, and I shivered under his touch.

I sat up, arching into him as his hands found my breasts under my shirt and tugged at my sensitive nipples.

I could feel him under me, his hardness pressing into my core, and I groaned, “Dalton,” as I rubbed against him.

He pressed his face into my chest, biting me through my shirt, and I moaned. I felt his cock twitch in response.

“Baby girl, the things I want to do to you… What I would give to feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock as you come.”

I moaned again as his words filled me with a heat unlike anything I had felt before.

Suddenly, he stood, picking me up and carrying me to the nearby desk. He laid me gently on it and then kissed me. I opened for him eagerly, completely lost to the lust that filled my body. When he leaned back, I could see the same feelings reflected back in those bright blue eyes.

“Vixen, baby, if we do this, you’re mine, and I am yours. There’s no going back, so be sure you want this.”

I felt the briefest flicker of doubt, a small voice in the back of my mind wondering if he would feel the same if he knew the truth about me. But selfishly, I didn’t care at that moment. All I knew was how badly I wanted this man.

“Let me hear you say it, gorgeous. I need you to say it.”

His hand traveled down my stomach until he found the mound between my thighs, and he pressed there. His blue eyes searched mine, a heat in them, as he rubbed me through my shorts, and I couldn’t help but buck at the sensation.

“Dalton, baby, please… for the love of God, yes, please.”

His smile was nothing like the carefree one I usually saw. This one was all sex and sin and full of promise.

“I’ve been waiting for the day I would finally get to hear you beg for me, Vixen.”

He pulled off my shorts, and the second he lowered his face between my legs, I saw stars.

Hands braced on my thighs, the man ate me out like I was a five-star feast, and he was starving.

He kept me pinned on the table, tongue swiping through my folds.

He gently dragged his teeth over my clit, then blew cold air over the warm wetness.

I bucked again, and I felt his rumble of pleasure in my core.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay on that desk, how many times he licked and sucked and nibbled every inch of the sensitive skin between my thighs.

When I came, I screamed his name and ground mercilessly against his face, one hand wrapped in his hair.

His tongue circled my clit one last time before he put two fingers inside of me and stood up, leaning in to kiss me.

I could taste myself on his lips, and he watched me as he worked me with his fingers.

I swear I could feel the calluses on his hands, as he rubbed the heel of his palm against my clit and slid another finger into me.

When my eyes closed as a second orgasm built, he used his other hand to grab my throat. “Look at me, Vixen. Look at me when you come.”

I was helpless to do anything but obey and screamed his name like a confession dragged from my lips.

Somehow, he managed to wrangle a third orgasm out of me, and by that point, my bath was rendered obsolete.

I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and he hadn’t even put his cock in me, though I had all but begged for it.

When I was not much more than a trembling mess, he picked me up and carried me back to the chair.

I was sore, in a completely delicious way.

I curled up in his lap, resting my head under his chin.

He grabbed his jacket and used it as a makeshift blanket.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed. I was snuggled under the covers, the moon lighting up the room just enough to see my bags on the dresser and my phone on my nightstand.

I reached for it, noting the missed call from Uncle Tommy and the messages from Maria and Holly.

It was almost four a.m. I lay there, hoping to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t despite the immensely comfy bed.

I crawled from underneath the sheets and rolled my neck before padding into the hallway.

I wasn’t quite sure which room was Dalton’s, but I was determined to find it.

The first door I opened looked like a cleaning closet with linens and various supplies.

The second and third doors led to sparsely decorated bedrooms. The fourth, a small bathroom.

I grumbled, sleepy and growing irritated.

But the fifth door yielded something more interesting .

The curtain was drawn over the window, but the dim light from the hallway enabled me to see enough.

I glanced around before going in. Navy blue bedding covered a neatly made bed as big as mine.

The furniture was a rich oak, and the carpet under my feet was plush.

I walked over to the dresser and picked up one of the photographs on it.

I realized this must be Mac’s room, and I looked over the picture of two young boys holding each other and laughing.

The familiar mess of blond hair next to the equally familiar black hair, slicked back even then.

I put the picture down with the rest of them.

A smiling older woman, I assumed was their mother.

A sunset over the dock I had been sitting on last night.

A group of bikes outside the familiar clubhouse.

Part of me wanted to look around, but a bigger part just wanted to go back to sleep.

So, with one last look around, I quietly shut the door and went to the one next to it.

This room was decorated in a forest green, but had a sleeping figure in the bed.

As quiet as I could, unsure if I would be welcome, I slipped under the sheets and lay next to Dalton.

I hardly dared to breathe, though I longed to touch him.

Suddenly, he rolled towards me and, in one smooth motion, pulled me into him.

I twisted until my back was flush with his chest, and he held me tight.

“You’re not as sneaky as you think, Vixen.”

I whispered back, “I wasn’t sure you would want me here.”