Page 31 of Riding the Line (Steel Saints MC #1)

Dalton kissed me on the neck on his way out the door.

“I’ll talk to you later, Vixen, baby.” Before Mac could follow him, I grabbed his hand, and he raised an eyebrow at me.

Not giving myself a chance to overthink it, I cupped Mac’s cock in my hand over his jeans.

I gripped him firmly, teasing him and feeling him growing even bigger in my hand.

“I like to think I’m a patient woman, but I’m growing cobwebs down there. When are you going to give me what I want, Mac?”

He stepped away from me, and I was disappointed until he moved behind me and pressed himself against my ass.

He reached around me and tucked his hand into the waistband of my sweats.

I was holding my breath, which I released in a moan when he slid his palm over my opening.

I leaned back against him, letting my head loll against his shoulder.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting, gorgeous?” He slid two fingers between my lips. “So wet for me, Vixen.”

I shivered, my knees fighting to keep me upright. He rubbed small, tight circles over my clit and I bucked in his hold. Fuck me, that felt good.

“You’ve been healing, Vixen.” He slipped a finger inside of me.

“When I fuck you for the first time, I don’t want to be gentle.

” He slipped another finger inside of me, and I was practically panting.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me, and I ground against him.

“When I fuck you, I want to slam my cock into you and shake the fucking bed. When you come, I want to feel this pretty little pussy squeeze my cock so hard as you shatter around me.”

I whimpered as he put another finger inside of me. “Fuck, Mac, baby, please…”

“Do you want to come for me, Vixen? Is this what you need, gorgeous?”

His relentless pace got faster, his three fingers working my pussy with expertise. I was so fucking close, and when I told him as much, he used his other hand to squeeze my breast.

“Come for me, gorgeous. I want you to coat my fingers in your sweet juices. Come for me, Vixen.”

I shouted as I came, my pussy gushing as he worked me through one of the best orgasms of my life.

I was a trembling mess, and that was just from the man’s fingers.

When he slid his fingers out of me, they made a thick, wet sound, and he pushed them into my mouth.

I sucked on them greedily and he said, “That’s my girl. Soon, Vixen, soon.”

He kissed me goodbye, despite my doing my best to make him stay.

I watched out the window as he walked towards his brother, who was leaning against the truck.

Dalton gave Mac a knowing smirk, and Mac shoved him, nearly knocking Dalton on his ass.

I couldn’t help but laugh at their antics.

Before climbing into the passenger side, Dalton turned back to where I stood in the window, and he winked at me.

My thighs were still damp from my release, and damn if I didn’t want more.

I watched them drive away, and then headed back to the kitchen.

Halfway there, I froze. My eyes found the potted fern in the corner of the living room. The fern with a mic hidden in the dirt.

Holy fucking shit .

What had I been thinking? How had I forgotten?

They heard that. Heard me. My heart beat a frantic pattern in my chest.

As my mind raced, I came to a sudden realization—an understanding with myself.

They were already judging me. Braxton knew I was becoming more involved than I should be.

He had warned me to stay away in that hospital room.

I was walking a fine line. But, at some point, I stopped caring.

I told myself that the mission didn’t include celibacy.

And, as long as it didn’t keep me from doing my job, I was allowed a little fun.

At least that’s what I told myself. I eyed the hidden device again, chewing on my bottom lip.

I shook my head, as if I could dislodge the pesky worries by doing so, and continued towards the kitchen.

After putting up my peanut butter, I headed upstairs to my bedroom.

I figured if I was going to make this house a home, I would start here and work my way through.

I started unpacking boxes, hanging and folding clothes with music blaring from the Bluetooth speaker I had connected my phone to.

With all my clothes put away, I grabbed the box with my new shoe rack in it, and sat on the floor.

It was relatively easy to put together, and I tucked it into the back of my closet.

I had pried a board loose in the back, stashing a few things there.

The bedroom was a decent size, with two windows that brought in lots of natural light—with one over the bed and one facing the small yard.

The closet was twice as big as the one in my old apartment, and Mac had mounted a TV in my room for me.

I made my way into the hallway, a small space at the top of the stairs with my bedroom at one end, and the main bathroom at the other.

I was a little disappointed not to have a connecting bathroom, but had decided to deal with it.

The bathroom didn’t have a tub, but a super-nice shower and a vanity with plenty of room for getting ready in the morning.

It also had a distinctly musty smell, so I turned my attention to cleaning it until it shone.

I decided that I was going to have to replace the blinding, and very unflattering, fluorescents as soon as possible.

I had found a turtle-themed bathroom set online, and with it, the room was now properly decked out.

Dalton had found me a bunch of little turtle figurines at a local yard sale, and had looked incredibly amused when I squealed in delight. I freaking love turtles, man.

Just as I was coming down the stairs, the doorbell rang and I opened it up to find Maria and Holly.

Maria was loaded down with bags, looking like a pack mule, and Holly was balancing three pizzas and two very large bottles of Chardonnay.

Maria rushed in and threw everything down on the living room floor with a huff, and Holly swept past her into the kitchen.

“Oh, this is so cute! I hate to admit it, but you might have been right about this place.”

I followed Holly into the kitchen, and Maria followed me. “Thanks? I think?”

Holly laughed at me. “No, I’m serious. It’s very homey. In a good way.”

I had decorated the kitchen in various shades of blue, mainly due to all my pots and pans being blue already.

The cheap white vinyl countertop and the old wooden cabinets weren’t exactly appealing to the eye, so I had thrown a blue valance on the window over the sink, and bought a new blue coffee pot.

The table Mac had sat me on not even three hours ago had a pretty runner with blue flowers on it.

There was a sliding glass door that led to the backyard, and I’d hurriedly ripped down the ugly-as-sin Venetian blinds that had hung over it.

The kitchen towel hanging from the oven made me giggle.

It read “When in doubt, pull out,” and had a picture of some half-burnt bread on it.

Maria grabbed a slice of the pizza Holly had set on the table. “What else needs done?”

I shrugged. “Not much. If those were the towels and stuff that you brought, we can put those up. Finish getting the living room situated.”

Holly was munching on a piece of pizza as well. “Wait ‘til you see the bed set I picked out for you. Your old one looked like you got it from a homeless man.” Maria gave her a look, and Holly added, “No offense. But you’ll like it, promise.”

I grabbed some glasses from the cabinets and poured us each a glass of wine, then I turned my music back on, and the three of us got to work.

Maria took all the tags off my new linens, throwing them in the wash before helping Holly move furniture in the living room.

We finished the first bottle by the time the dryer dinged, and were goofing off more than we were being productive.

They teased me relentlessly about my relationship with Mac and Dalton, pressing me for details.

I was reluctant to give too much away, but when Holly asked if they were good in bed, I blushed about five different shades of red, and she howled with laughter.

I was growing to love these two women dearly.

When I was with them, I could forget all about being Detective McGrady—a rule-follower and all-around good girl.

Instead, I was all Nicole—someone unafraid to voice her opinion, doing so often and unapologetically.

And someone, to my surprise, I really enjoyed being.

I watched from the doorway as Jackson and Diego pulled up.

Maria had one glass too many and Holly, who was doing her best to support her but who had also had more than her fair share of wine, was stumbling next to her.

The two men helped their partners into the back of Maria’s minivan, and Diego waved to me as they pulled away.

I, for one, was very pleasantly buzzed and not feeling up to climbing the stairs just yet.

So, I slowly made my way over to the couch, and threw myself rather ungracefully down.

I snuggled into the plush cushions, loving the chenille fabric of my new sofa.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text and I rolled over onto my side as I read the message from Dalton on our group chat.

“I’ve got good news and bad news, Vixen.”

“Bad news—it’s all bad fucking news,” Mac added.

“It is not. Just ignore him.”

“Fuck you.”

“Rude.”

I raised my eyebrows—whatever had gone down with Greyson had left Mac in a very bad mood.

“Sorry to interrupt the love-fest, but what’s up?”

“What do you want first?”

“Um… good news?”

“There is none.”

“Shut up, Mac. Good news, baby girl, is you get to take my credit card and go get three dresses for you and your friends.”

“Maria and Holly?”

“No, Rodney and Clint. Yes, Maria and Holly.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I began to worry, but replied, “Smart ass. What’s the bad news?”

“Silas has some fucking dinner planned for the DiAngelos. Somehow, he said you’ve caught his eye and he wants you there.”

“Actually, what he said was that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on what had me and Dalton so pussy-whipped. I tried to put my fist through his face, but my idiot brother stopped me.”

That surprised me. Usually, Mac was the cool-headed, steadfast leader.

Another text from Dalton: “Mac, shut the fuck up. I wanted to bust his ass too, but we both know that’s not an option. Yet.”

The little active light by Mac’s name in the chat went from green to grey, signaling he had logged off, and then Dalton called me.

“Sorry, baby girl. He’s been drinking, more than he usually does.”

“It’s okay. Is he good?”

“Neither of us are, to be honest. The thought of you having to spend more than five minutes in the same room as Silas or the DiAngelos makes both of us sick. We tried talking him out of it, but it got nasty.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”

“When’s the dinner?”

“Friday night. You’ll need a formal evening gown. And I haven’t talked to Diego or Jackson yet, but I want them and your friends there. Safety in numbers and all that.”

“I don’t want to put them in danger, Dalton. You said the DiAngelos are going to be there?”

“There won’t be any danger, Vixen. No one is stupid enough to lay a hand on a Saints’ old lady—not even the DiAngelos.”

“Old lady? You mean—”

“Yeah, Vixen. I had this whole plan to take you for another weekend at the cabin but… I love you. I know it’s only been a few months—”

“Almost a year.”

“Mm, almost a year. But I do love you. And I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“Well then, looks like I have to go shopping. Dress like a proper old lady.”

The words made me giddy.

“You’ll look stunning in whatever you wear, but I’m serious about using my card.

Now, it’s getting late and you have to be at work in the morning.

I have a couple more calls to make, and I need to go check on Mac.

He doesn’t get like this often but… well, he already thinks he failed you once.

Honestly, we both did. But try and get some sleep, babe. ”

“You guys didn’t fail me. I’ll see you in the morning. And Dalton?”

“Yeah, Vixen?”

“I love you, too.”

I could practically hear the smile in his voice when he hung up.

When I went to bed that night, I was practically floating.

My cute new fox bed set, courtesy of Holly, was heavenly and soft, but I’m not sure I would have even noticed if it was uncomfortable.

Dalton loved me and, while I knew it was the most unreasonable, most unrealistic, and possibly the stupidest thing ever… I loved him too. God help me.

But I was too busy riding the high to worry about what the future would bring. At least for now.