Page 33 of Riding the Line (Steel Saints MC #1)

“Have you not heard of a little thing called texting? Or calling? Carrier pigeons?”

His mouth quirked up in an amused, crooked grin, and I found myself staring at his lips.

“Carrier pigeon?” he teased.

I shoved him, but he didn’t budge. “Anything is better than scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I know, Vixen. I will be more careful, promise.” I stepped away from him and frowned at the knife. His gaze followed mine, and I swear he chuckled. “Go upstairs, gorgeous. Take a shower, relax, and I’ll be up in a bit.”

I raised a single eyebrow at him. “You sure?”

He shooed me towards the stairs, spanking me on the ass as I walked away.

I laughed, and ran upstairs before he could get me again.

I grabbed my dress on the way up, and shut myself in my bedroom.

I stashed the gown in the far back corner of my closet, then grabbed a pair of pajamas.

Just as my hand closed on the knob, I hesitated.

Mac was here for a reason, and I was no virgin.

I finally, finally , had this man all to myself, and nothing else to do.

Fuck the fuzzy pants—this called for lace.

After making the switch, I headed to the bathroom.

I took my sweet time in the shower, relishing the hot water soothing away the aches and pains that, unfortunately, came with adulthood and recovery. I paused when I heard a knock on the door as I was toweling off, but Mac hollered, “Got it!”

I ripped the tag off the bundle of lace, stuffing it deep inside the trash can.

Twisting my hair in a messy knot on top of my head, I surveyed my reflection.

The dark green lacy nightgown had two thin straps holding it in place over my breasts, which were threatening to spill out of the top.

The bottom barely covered my ass, and the satin material clung to my curves.

I wasn’t nearly as voluptuous as Maria, but I could still make heads turn when I tried.

I poked my head out the door and looked around for Mac, but I could still hear him fiddling around downstairs.

Before I could second-guess myself, I headed downstairs, trying to do that sexy down-the-stars walk I had seen on some of Maria’s favorite telenovelas.

Instead, I felt like an absolute idiot and nearly broke an ankle.

Sigh. As I rounded the corner, I could hear the faucet running.

It was now or never. I really hoped I hadn’t read the situation wrong.

I decided to go for the casual approach and leaned against the wall, watching him at the sink before saying, “Thank you for cleaning up the mess.”

“Vixen, I thought I told you to wait—” He turned as he spoke, and seemed to lose his train of thought when he caught sight of me. “Fuck me.”

Well, that’s the plan.

I batted my eyelashes innocently. “What?”

Dark blue eyes roamed my body, and I swear I felt them like the sweetest of heat on my skin. I smiled at him, and his returning smile was all sinful promise.

“I thought you said lace isn’t worth the time if you don’t have a good man with rough hands to take it off you.”

“Mm, I did say that. I’m surprised you remember. So, I guess that begs the question…”

He took a step closer to me. “What question is that, Vixen?”

“Do I have a good man to take it off of me?”

He closed the distance between us with liquid grace, picked me up, and carried me to the counter.

His hands nearly encompassed my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, using them to pull him closer to me.

He pressed his face into my neck, kissing the sweet spot there and nibbling at the tender skin.

He ran his hands over my nightgown, a ravenous look in his eyes.

“I don’t know about good , Vixen, but I can tell you the chances of this little thing you’ve got on surviving the night aren’t all that high.”

“Ruin it, baby,” I whispered, and then I slid my hands under his shirt and caressed the hard ridges of his abdomen, wishing I could trace the tattoos I knew were there. “Ruin me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He bunched the material in his hands and ripped it with one smooth movement.

My poor gown—still, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to miss it too much.

His hands cupped my breasts, and he pressed his knee against my center.

I ground against it, but he withdrew despite my protests.

“No, Vixen. Tonight, you’re going to listen to me. You’re going to take exactly what I give you. Understood?”

I stared at him. I had never been with someone so dominant, but I wasn’t unfamiliar with the dynamic.

His words were turning me on, and I had a feeling if he started talking dirty to me, I was going to come undone.

I had been lost in thought when he sharply twisted my nipple, and I gasped from the pain.

“Understood, Vixen?”

“Fuck, yes. Understood.” I looked up at him through lowered lashes. “Sir.”

His blue eyes blazed like fire. I knew he would like that.

He moved his hands, wrapping one in my still-wet hair and moving the other to my inner thigh. He pulled on my hair until my head tilted back, my neck completely exposed to him. I already knew what the man could do with just his fingers, and I was fucking starving for more.

“The things I want to do to you…” He started kissing my neck again, and when he dragged his teeth across my skin, I moaned.

He leaned back, untangling his hand from my hair and spreading my legs further apart. “Mac,” I whimpered. For the love of all things holy, this man was taking his sweet fucking time.

“You want to come, gorgeous?”

I touched myself, desperate for the contact. “Yes, sir.”

His gaze followed my hand as it left a trail through the wetness between my thighs. Just as I started teasing my clit, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, licking the arousal off my fingers. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and replaced my hand with his own.

Using the rough pad of his thumb, he rubbed punishing circles on my clit, and I thrust my hips into his touch. When I closed my eyes, he paused and said, “Keep them open, Vixen. I want to see you come.”

I licked my lips but opened my eyes to meet his as he slammed three fingers inside of me.

Gasping at the sudden intrusion, I shivered in anticipation.

Last time, he had worked me up to three but, shit, I wasn’t complaining.

He worked the sweet spot inside of me, rubbing and twisting and pumping in and out of my pussy.

I was so fucking close, I began to pant.

He eased another finger inside of me, stretching me so deliciously, and I threw my head back in ecstasy. “Please, baby, oh God.” He bit my exposed neck and I screamed his name as I shattered around his fingers. He didn’t stop moving, and I could hear the sounds of him working me through my high.

“Fuck, Vixen. Just like that, baby. Come undone for me. Such a good girl.”

He removed his fingers and held them to my lips like last time.

After I licked them clean, he tossed the ruined nightgown to the side, and I didn’t hesitate before taking his shirt off of him.

I leant forward, tracing the swirls of black ink that run across his chiseled stomach and up his neck.

Before I could undo his pants, he picked me up, and the cool metal of his belt buckle pressed right against my vagina.

“I’m not done with you yet, Vixen.”

I smiled at him. “Better fucking not be.”

If he was anything like his brother, I was in for a long night, and I was perfectly okay with that. I tried to get down and walk, but he refused to let me go, carrying me up the stairs into my bedroom. He laid us down on the bed, and kissed my bare stomach.

His grin was an easy, carefree one that I had never seen before, and I instantly loved it.

The second his lips met mine, we lost ourselves in each other, losing all track of time.

He was all over me, his hands roaming and squeezing and teasing every inch of my skin.

I threaded his thick, black hair in my hands, pulling him closer and locking my legs around his hips.

When he untangled himself from me, it was to kiss his way down my throat over my breasts and stomach, and to the apex of my thighs.

He bit me again, then soothed away the pain I was beginning to crave with a kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for months, Vixen.”

Before I could speak, he licked my pussy and I cried out.

When I looked down at him, he said, “I’ve been dying to know how you taste.

” I looked down, watching as he pushed his tongue inside of me, and I couldn’t stop the tremble in my legs if I’d tried.

He withdrew, and I moaned, but he squeezed my hip.

“Even fucking better than anything I could’ve imagined.

” Then he buried his face there, and I was utterly helpless to the absolute skill this man possessed.

When I thought back to his brother doing the same, the thought just turned me on even more.

I reached for Mac, pushing my pussy into his face in a desperate search for my climax.

He growled in approval, fucking me with his tongue and raking his teeth along my sensitive lips.

When he sucked on my clit, I came so hard and fast, I fucking saw stars.

I thrashed against his face and he didn’t let up, grabbing my hips to hold me in place as he swallowed every drop of cum gushing from my cunt.

He consumed me in every way, and I was in heaven.

I was still riding my high when I heard the jingle of his belt buckle.

I opened bleary eyes, watching him take his jeans off to reveal a cock thickly lined with veins and so hard I was sure it hurt.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket, but I shook my head.

I wanted to feel him bare inside me, like I had with Dalton.