Page 13 of T-Bone (Steel Demons MC #11)

Faith

“I think my legs stopped working about twenty minutes ago.” My legs trembled the minute my feet hit the pavement in the motel parking lot and T-Bone’s hand shot out to steady me. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Long rides take some getting used to.” His lips quirked up at the corners as he watched me. “You good?”

I shook out my legs and arms, certain I looked ridiculous, but my limbs were too grateful to give a damn as my circulation improved. “I’m getting there.”

“I’ll get us a room for the night, and you keep watch for the green sedan.” He was so damn bossy, but I couldn’t deny that right now, it appealed to me.

It was probably that damn kiss that had me all twisted up. It was a good kiss, too good in my opinion. It was the kind of kiss that made you stay up all night thinking about the kiss and the man who gave you that kiss. “Yeah, okay,” I mumbled and turned away from T-Bone.

He was too big and too masculine. He took up all the space in the room and made it difficult to think about anyone or anything else. I watched him walk away, surprisingly nimble and graceful for a man his size. This cannot end well.

I shook it off and watched the road beyond the parking lot, but no cars or trucks passed, and definitely no motorcycles.

The highway was quiet, and the parking lot was almost empty, which allowed us to slip into our room unnoticed after T-Bone parked the bike in the shadows beside the stairwell.

The room was small with a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a small table for two in the corner and a six-drawer dresser with a flat screen TV on top.

It wasn’t much to look at, but the bedspread smelled freshly laundered, and the carpet lacked the usual motel room stains. “Here we are.”

“Here we are,” he repeated, closing and locking the door behind us. “I’m hungry as fuck.”

Laughter burst out of me at his grunted words. “I spotted a diner on the other side of the highway. Twenty-four hours.”

His hands bunched and flexed. His jaw clenched, and then he nodded. “I’ll get food. What do you want?”

I bit back a smile. “Salad and a bacon cheeseburger. Water.”

His brows shot up. “You want a salad? From a diner?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I need vegetables to keep my body strong and energized. And I wouldn’t say no to a toothbrush.”

“Anything else?” His question was gruff and sarcastic, but I wasn’t offended because I realized that was just his way. T-Bone spent most of his time with salty bikers and they didn’t care about manners or being nice.

“Yeah, a change of clothes.”

His nostrils flared and then he turned on his heels and walked away, slamming the door behind him.

I laughed out loud at the grumpy biker that was determined to help me find out what happened to my family.

T-Bone wasn’t even trying but slowly he was knocking down some of my assumptions about bikers.

He was rough and gruff, without a doubt, but he wasn’t a bad man.

He was nothing like Marcus or the other bikers I’d come across during my time as a beat officer and then a detective.

He wasn’t like any of the men in my past, to be fair.

For starters, he kissed better than any man I’ve ever let get close enough to kiss me, and he didn’t push for more, not even a blow job even though he was hard as steel after that kiss.

I had to face facts that he might be that rare biker who was also a decent human being.

“Enough!” I refused to start painting rainbows when it came to my temporary partner.

He was hot in that bad boy biker way, and I now understood Chloe’s initial fascination with Marcus, which should serve as another reminder to keep my distance.

“Shower. I need a shower.” Ice cold even though I knew I couldn’t stand it for long.

After locking the door, I undressed and stepped into the tiny bathroom with the sketchy looking tub.

It was stained but clean, and I stood under the hot spray until the day was washed off my skin.

The scent of motor oil and car fumes overwhelmed my senses as it circled down the drain.

Feeling slightly better, I stood under the water and lathered my skin with the coconut scented body wash.

Over my hard nipples and down to where my clit swelled and throbbed between my thighs.

Images of T-Bone flashed in my mind, but not just him kissing me, because that would be too easy.

This time he was on his knees, begging to eat my pussy while his hands caressed every inch of my body.

“Yes,” I moaned when my hands slipped between my folds, where I was hot and sensitive.

I was wet and ready to come, and I had the perfect target for my solo desire mission.

My fingers moved quickly between my legs, sliding deep while I imagined it was that thick rod that was pressed against me earlier today.

“Yes,” I panted as my legs shook, and the orgasm drew closer to the surface. “Fuck.” I strained to get there, so close but not quite there. Yet. I needed something else, something… more .

A loud pounding rattled the whole damn room, and I froze. It stopped and started again, the impatient sound could only be one man.

I rinsed off quickly, annoyed that I was even more wound up now than before and stepped from the shower. The off-white towels were barely big enough to cover my body, but it was all I had, so I tucked it at the top and went to open the door. “Wake up the whole building, why don’t you?”

He frowned and a dark scowl took over his face. “You weren’t answering.”

I motioned to my wet hair and body. “I was in the shower.”

His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips, and then down to the swell of my breasts. Lower and lower his gaze slid and I couldn’t control my reaction because that shower orgasm had been just out of reach.

“T-Bone,” I whispered and took a step back. “You’re staring.”

He stepped inside and set the bags on the table before turning back to me. “Good shower?” His gaze never stopped gliding over my body, it was hard and heavy like his actual touch.

“No,” I grumbled, folding my arms angrily.

“Want to tell me why?” He smiled as if he knew exactly why I was in a bad mood.

“I do not.” I inhaled deeply, fisting my hands on my hips to ward off any more questions before I let it out slowly. “But thanks.”

“So polite,” he said barely above a whisper. He slammed the door and locked it. “Let’s see how many times I can get you to beg.”

My eyes widened when he stalked to me and hooked one arm around my waist. “What,” I started to ask but then his mouth was on mine and I simply forgot how to speak, how to ask questions, how to do anything but submit to the way his mouth made me feel.

His tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, driving me crazy just a few seconds into the kiss. His big hands gripped me tighter as he pulled me flush against him and I gasped at the feel of his cock, hard and long against my belly.

I gasped and he kissed me deeper, with more intensity than I’d ever experienced in my life.

The kiss left me drowning as my hands finally went to his big, broad shoulders, clinging to him for dear life.

It was a mind fuck, the way he was able to erase all thoughts of anything but him from my mind.

“T-Bone,” I moaned as his lips trailed down my throat and across my collarbone before he kissed up the other side and sank his teeth into my earlobe. “Yes.”

He stepped back, gray eyes dark, and hungry as one big hand reached out and flicked the towel until it fell to the floor. His gaze somehow darkened even further as he took in my breasts and my nipped in waist, the flare of my hips before his gaze settled on the space between my legs. “Fuck.”

I smiled. That one word came out gritty and harsh. My chest swelled with feminine pride that I was able to garner that reaction from a man. “Like what you see?” I wasn’t a shy woman by anyone’s definition but in that moment, I felt bold and brave.

T-Bone didn’t say a word, just licked his lips and closed in on me until I fell back against the bed.

My legs parted automatically, and he flashed a wolfish grin.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ love what I see.” He sank to his knees as one thick finger slid through my wet folds. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

My pussy throbbed under his touch.

“Hot and wet, pulsing hard for me. Is this what you need?” The question was low and growly as one thick finger pushed inside slowly.

I gasped and arched into his touch. “More,” I demanded.

His finger sank in a little more. Too little. “More, T-Bone.”

His lips parted into a wide, satisfied grin. “This is a perfect, wet pussy. I can’t wait to make her squirt.” His nostrils flared when my pussy clenched around his finger. “Give me what I want, Faith.”

Oh shit, my pussy pulsed again. Who knew I was into dirty talk? I knew what he wanted but I was having fun with this game. “What do you want,” I asked breathlessly.

His gaze locked with mine as he fucked me with his finger, but the shallow strokes were hardly enough to get me where I needed to go. “I could play with this pretty little pussy all night.”

All night. That sounded nice but that almost orgasm still hovered just out of reach, and I was hungry for it.

Another part of me was curious to see what it would look like, what it would feel like to see T-Bone unleash the beast. The longer he stared at me, the hotter and wetter I got.

The more I wanted what came next. “More, T-Bone. Please .”

That one word did it. I watched with wide eyes as he leaned forward, his hot breath on my wet pussy and in the next second, his mouth was right there, right where I needed him. His tongue, flat and wide, scraped against my fold, barely touching at my clit.

“God, yes!”

He pushed my thighs apart with his big hands and stared with naked appreciation at my pussy. “Look at that pulse, you want this.”

I shook my head. “Need it.”

His thick fingers spread me wide and then his tongue was on my clit, flicking hard and fast, over and over until my hands gripped his head and my hips bucked up against the touch of his mouth. He hummed as his lips covered my clit, sucking and biting alternately until the orgasm sparked at my toes.

“Yes, T-Bone. God, yes!” I held his hand and moved against his mouth while he hummed his own pleasure, the sound made me feel bold and sexy. “Make me come, T-Bone, please. I need you to make me come.”

His gaze flicked up to mine and he smiled as he tugged my swollen clit between his teeth, slurping around the bundle of nerves until the tether snapped and my body erupted like a long-dormant volcano.

My head shot back, and my eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure took over, shaking my whole body for several long minutes. T-Bone never stopped, slowly stroking my pussy with his tongue, helping to guide me back down to solid ground. “God,” I panted.

“Nope, just me.” His smile was smug, but holy hell he’d earned it.

“That was just what I needed.” I smiled around the breathless words. “So, so good.”

He stood and slowly began to undress, his gaze never left my face or my body. “Good, now I get to play with you a little.”

What the what? I didn’t know what he had in mind, but my body was on board with whatever it was.

Just for tonight.