Page 26 of T-Bone (Steel Demons MC #11)

Faith

“W hy are we here?” T-Bone hadn’t taken me back to the clubhouse, which was what I expected him to do.

Instead he turned into the parking lot that faced a row of townhouses dotted with colorful shutters, flowerboxes and doors decorated with flair.

It was… cute. And totally unexpected from the big, bad ass biker.

“This is where I live.” His words came were bland and emotionless.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s what I assumed, but I mean why are we here and not at the clubhouse?” I knew there was a reason, but I needed to know what it was.

He shrugged. “Figured you might want a real shower.”

I barked out a laugh. “While I have no doubt that’s part of the reason, I know there’s another.” I studied him while he unlocked the door, doing his best to avoid my gaze.

The door to the next unit opened and a woman who looked to be in her sixties stepped out, looking extra stylish in a painted on jeans, a leopard print that showed of a ton of cleavage, and fuzzy slippers that were also leopard print.

“Terrence,” she purred. “It’s about time you brought a lady friend home. ”

His jaw visibly ticked but when he turned to the older woman, T-Bone had nothing but affection in his gray eyes. “Hey Ginger. Stop meddling.”

She only laughed at his gruff tone. “It’s not meddling, honey, just an observation.” Her gaze flicked to me and lit up. “I was startin’ to worry but now I’m glad I don’t have to.”

“Oh, it’s not like that,” I assured her.

Ginger laughed and put one hand on her slender hips.

“Oh honey, please. Ain’t no way a man who looks like that and a woman who looks like you are going inside that apartment and talking about the latest Real Housewives drama.

” She snorted and shook her head. “Have fun kids,” she sang before disappearing back into her unit.

“Interesting friends you have.”

“Tell me about it.” He grunted another laugh. “Inside,” he growled and pushed the door open.

I stepped inside and looked around the place, decorated just as you’d expect from a bachelor with big, plush furniture—a large sectional that took up most of the living room, a boring coffee table, and a giant television that was obvious the focal point.

There were a few photos on the wall, but the art was centered around motorcycles and bike culture. “Nice place.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he grunted, his tone half amused.

I spun to face him and smiled. “So, what’s the other reason I’m here?”

One brow arched at me, and I smiled bigger. He grunted and swiped a hand across his face. “I’m not ready to see Pike yet, okay? The idea of… fuck, I can’t tell him about Ash’s last moments.”

Yet again, T-Bone was convincing me that I’d been hasty when forming my opinions about bikers.

He and his MC had shown me that they weren’t all violent psychopaths, and now here he was worried about telling his best friend the dirty details of his sister’s murder.

“T-Bone,” I sighed heavily as my heart broke for him.

“This isn’t on you to tell him, if he even wants to know these details. But if you want, I’ll tell him.”

He blinked once. Twice. Four times quickly before a small crinkle formed between his brows. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I’ve done it more times than I care to think about. It sucks but I can do it.” There were always stages of grief mingled with anger when you did a death notification and for the loved one who asked for details, the anger could spiral into blame. “It’s never a good time.”

He nodded. “I appreciate that, but I think I have to do it.”

I accepted the answer because I knew there was no way to talk him out of it. “I’m here if you need help,” I told him. “Until then, I could really use a shower.”

“This way,” he grumbled and waved at me to follow him up the stairs and into what I assumed was his bathroom. “This shower is better. I’ll grab towels.”

“Okay,” I said to his retreating form. T-Bone was a gruff character, but he wasn’t mean or inconsiderate.

He didn’t waste words, a fact that I appreciated about him.

“Better shower,” I whispered to myself and stepped into the bathroom, undressing quickly before I stepped into the stall.

The water was instantly hot as I stepped under the spray with a soft moan.

The water was just what I needed. I soaped up quickly and rinsed off when the door opened. “Can I help you with something?”

T-Bone’s gaze raked over my wet, naked body before darkening into a midnight black.

“See something you like?” It was a bad idea—a really bad idea—to have sex with him again. I knew it in the moment, and I knew it when I crooked my finger and invited him to join me.

The speed with which he got undressed was almost funny and I might have laughed if the sight him naked, cock jutting majestically towards the heavens, wasn’t so fucking delicious. “See something you like?”

“Don’t know,” I shrugged. “Maybe I need a closer look.”

With those words, T-Bone stepped into the shower which suddenly felt a hell of a lot smaller. “Close enough?”

“Not quite,” I said and squatted down until that beautiful cock was in my face. “Yeah, that’s better.” I wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked slowly before wrapping my lips around the swollen crown.

A low grunt escaped and then I felt his hands in my hair, gripping it tight without guiding me. He let me lead and god, that was such a turn on. I took him deep, savoring the salty taste of him on my tongue. A soft moan escaped, and T-Bone’s grip tightened. “Up. Now.”

Slow I released his cock but kept one hand wrapped around his thick length as I stood tall. “It’s a little tight in here.”

He spun me around quickly, so I was facing the wall with my back arched and a breathless moan on my lips and before I caught my next breath, his cock pressed into me.

“It’s tight,” he groaned beside my ear before sinking his teeth into my shoulder with one long stroke.

“But it’s a perfect fuckin’ fit.” He did it again, sliding deep as his teeth pressed into my flesh. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

His words washed over me, a thunderbolt of desire coated every inch of my skin, and every thrust sent me just a little bit more out of my mind.

His hips pumped slowly at first, a sedate pace that set my soul on fire.

But then something happened, something snapped, and one hand wrapped around my throat and the other gripped my hip, angling me just how he wanted me.

“Yes,” I cried out, arching to welcome more of him into my body.

“Fuck. Can’t get. Enough.” His hips moved faster and faster, pushing me so close to the edge I felt my feet leave the ground. “Faith.”

“Right there with you.” I pushed back, matching his strokes until we were both teetering on the edge of pleasure and insanity. “So. Close.”

“Good,” he growled and pumped harder. Deeper. “Because I am so ready to feel you come all over my cock. The way you squeeze my cock, like you can’t get enough of me. Fuck, it’s heaven.”

I shivered and pressed my palms into the shower wall, digging my feet into the floor to avoid flying away. Heaven. No man had ever called me heaven before, and I’d never had anyone want me so viscerally before. “T-Bone. Please.”

“Love to hear you beg.”

I smiled, arching my back even more. “Make me come, T-Bone. Please make me come!”

He chuckled through gritted teeth and gripped me tighter. “Fuck.” He fucked me harder, pounding into me with everything he had. The little grunts he let out were intoxicating and thrilling. Satisfying beyond belief. “So tight.”

“Yes!”

“Love the way you hug my cock.” The hand on my hip slid around until he found my clit, pressing two fingers against it and rubbing furiously. “Like you want me to stay here, buried in your sweet little cunt.”

“Dirty,” I whispered a hot second before the entire world crashed down around me. Lights and sirens flashed behind my eyes and my body splintered into millions of pieces as pleasure shot out of me.

“You like it.” The words came out on a wild growl that sent shivers down my spine and intensified my orgasms, or maybe it sent another one rushing through me. Whatever it was, the sensation was good I could hardly stand it.

“T-Bone. Please.” I didn’t even know what I was saying, what I was begging for because I was already coming harder than I’d ever come in my entire life.

Didn’t matter though, because he was determined to give me what I asked for, more of his glorious cock.

He filled me up until I squealed my pleasure and my body went limp against the shower wall.

He never slowed down, pounding into me hard and fast until his cock thickened and then exploded, filling me up deliciously.

“Oh fuck, babe. Yes.” He pressed kisses to my shoulders and my neck, all over my skin until he exhausted himself. “Faith.”

The heavy weight of his body was satisfying and when it was gone, cold replaced his heat. Somehow, I managed to quickly shower—again—and rinse off before exiting the shower so T-Bone could do the same.

I left him in the bathroom and dressed quickly in this morning’s outfit because I had no other choice, and because I wouldn’t prance around in one of his t-shirts like this was more than what it was—two people scratching an itch.

I left my shoes by the door and, hearing the shower still running upstairs, I decided to look around.

I didn’t snoop, just looked at everything that was in plain sight.

I took a closer look at that art and the personal photos on his walls and shelves, all of it related to motorcycle culture.

There were photos of him with other guys from the Steel Demons, a few with their kids and what looked like businessmen and woman from around Steel City.

It told a different story than the one I assumed.

T-Bone and his MC weren’t just criminals, they appeared to be stewards of the community as well.