Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
The past few days have been a regular shit show full of nothing but Rex spiralling. Everyone who’s anyone with any association to the Death Riders has been called back to the compound, forced to be a part of Rex’s plans.
Aggression and stupidity scent the air. I would have thought it would be a no-brainer to have everyone with razor sharp mental clarity as they talk strategy, but Rex has never been the smartest tool in the shed, just the loudest.
It’s gotten to the stage where his voice physically grates against my nerves which is a dangerous place to be right now considering he and all his hundreds of followers are skating on the edge of losing control. The promise of violence hangs heavy in the air, ready and waiting to explode with the smallest provocations.
Everyone notices it too. Some of the club members are like moths to the flame wanting to be with Rex when he finally does erupt, while the smarter people try not to draw any unnecessary attention. But it’s impossible to escape and with every hour that passes, we all witness Rex being consumed by rage. It started the second we got back after hunting The Fallen, when he discovered the girls were missing.
Sallyanne was replaced in a very public way. Rex has been fucking the club sluts in full view of everyone. It’s disgusting to have to be around, but anyone caught trying to leave is dragged back and given a front row seat. Thankfully though, he’s more hung up on a recent call to keep playing up to the crowd. Sadly, for me though, it means having to be too close to the action.
“Get your shit together,” he snarls, jabbing the lit doobie in Steel’s face, the jeers from his lieutenants sound up as Steel recoils. “You and me, pretty boy, ride out in a bit.”
“For?” Steel asks, his eyes hard and full of hatred.
Rex huffs an unimpressed laugh, taking a step closer and jabbing his finger towards Steel. “You need a reason?”
“Nah, just want to know if I need to wear my monkey suit.” Steel shrugs.
And it’s a defining moment for our relationship because, no shit, I think I come up with nearly ten ways to choke him out just to shut him up. Steel’s being as antsy as Rex is. I know it’s because he’s trying to come up with something else for Rex to focus on besides the girls, but I’d prefer to love on my best-friend the the way he is, alive.
“You need me too, Rex?” I offer, attempting to defuse the situation.
“Was I talking to you?” he says without dragging his hate glazed eyes away from his son.
I mutter a half assed apology, but no one acknowledges it. Rex starts talking again.
“A rich daddy’s boy wants a hand with a job. Already couriered me a nice fat stack of bills too.”
“Yeah?” Steel shrugs, knowing his indifference will have Rex spilling secrets.
“Apparently he’s already got an easy job for us while he teaches some bitch a lesson.”
Steel nods his head before going to walk off. “What time we leave then?”
“After Missy rides my knot.” Rex flicks his head up, challenge rolling off him as he intentionally disses Sallyanne in front of her son.
“I might go get ready while you do that then. I need a fucking coffee and a bite to eat more than I need to see…”
“Keep your words to yourself, boy, ’cause I ain’t liking the tone you’re using.”
Instead of answering, Steel kicks his heels together and salutes Rex before strolling off like he hasn’t got a care in the world.
Rex takes a long drag of the smoke, blowing it slowly out of his nose as he speaks. “You better talk some manners into him, Maverick, I’m getting tired of him acting like a bitch.”
I leave Rex and his lieutenants talking shit about Steel, crossing paths with Missy wearing nothing but Rex’s cut. I’m half tempted to ask if she’s good but it’s easy to see Missy’s in her element. I just hope she realises she’s already on the out and never going to be Rex’s woman permanently. If she was a real Omega she might have more of a chance. Whatever drugs she’s using to accommodate his designation might work for a while, but it won’t last.
Her throaty peals of laughter quickly disappear under Rex’s groans and the appreciative cheers of those watching.
Instead of going to his room, Steel is storming through the club house. He’s in a bitch of a mood, and his scent is bitter to match. I nab him as he slams his fist into the door of the kitchen, shoving him in the chest down the corridor and far away from the chaos.
“Fuck off, Mav, I don’t have time for you and your shit.”
“My shit? You’re the one egging him on. You got no fucking idea what I gave up this morning to be here. I’m not going to do it again; I’m not going to hang around and watch you get him so worked up he kills you, Steel. Why now? Huh? What the hell has gotten into you?”
He spins stupidly, putting his back to me, and I kick him in the ass, making him stumble against the locked door of the construction zone for the laundry. It’s been low on the club priority list, the area burnt down when a prospect tried his hand at cooking ice but since building has started it gives me the perfect place to talk some sense into Steel.
I press my hand against the back of his head, pinning him to the door, and he snarls like a trapped bear until I whisper in his ear. “Stop making a fucking scene, Steel.”
Digging around in my pocket for the key I had cut, I have the door unlocked before he can get out another word. He nearly falls as the door opens, but he catches himself and the both of us step into the pitch black.
Patting the wall crevice, I find the small torch I stashed checking that we’re the only ones using the space, but it’s empty and has been for days, since all the shit went down.
Squeezing the back of Steel’s neck, I all but frog march him deeper into the construction zone, steering him around barely visible obstacles and half made stud walls until I manoeuvre him into the closet. It’s small, but the walls are up, adding to the privacy we need.
“We can’t,” he whispers furiously.
I lean into his ear, “We can, but you have to be really fucking quiet since Rex is probably on the other side of this wall. Imagine how much he’d hate knowing I was not only about to face fuck his son, but his son was going to fucking love coming in my ass too.”
He turns his mouth already open, ready to argue, but I crowd him, being very deliberate as I tower over and back him into the corner. His eyes are jumping all over my face, there’s a fight twisting his mouth, but I drop my mouth to his, swallowing all his anger as it pours out of him.
There’s nothing like listening to Steel lose control; his breathing picks up and each inhale is followed by a soft grunt. I slam my lips to his, needing to taste his mouth. I suck on his tongue, thankful I left the small torch on so I can watch his eyes roll back in his head as I give him exactly what he needs.
“Turn around,” he demands, his voice nearly impossible to hear over his hurried heaves, his hands already on his belt buckle.
I get up in his face so he can see me properly. “You’ve been talking like a pussy for hours, Steel, so I’m going to fuck your face like it is one.” I clamp my teeth on his lower lip, holding him still as I get my jeans open, my aching hard cock in my fist.
Steel’s scent thickens and sweetens as he pretends to try and pull his lip out of my gritted jaw. But he’s leaning into me too, his hands groping anxiously, betraying his real intentions. And I know it’s because he’s wound up tight and freaking out about Rex being only feet away along with the girls being gone and Tyson not being here, but Steel needs a release. Plus, I’m after a bit of payback myself since I had to be a no-show at breakfast with Tristan. I’ve been so caught up in all this BS that I haven’t even been able to get a message to her.
Releasing my teeth from his lip, he crushes his mouth to mine, his eyes black. I talk quietly against his lips. “No one will think to look for us. But we haven’t got all day.”
He glares at me, as he sinks to his knees angrily biting through my clothes the whole way until his fist wraps around my aching cock and he teases me by licking over the head.
I make a small noise of frustration and his gaze flies to mine as I lean forward and rest my head against the wall before I push deeper into his throat without warning. His tongue gets in the way as he fights the sudden intrusion of my cock in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it perfectly and making me groan again as I start physically demanding with each thrust.
“Are you gonna be happy riding out with swollen balls and a stomach full of my come? Or you gonna fuck me, Steel?” I ask, bending my legs so I can drive into his beautiful, sweet mouth and I don’t stop even when I hear him dry retching. His nails digging into my ass are a giveaway he’s perfectly happy with the situation he’s in. “Now, how ’bout you show me how good you suck dick?”
A rush of heat races up my spine as his cheeks hollow. Each time I move, he does too, taking more of me into his mouth. He’s a fucking mess; his face is flushed red, his breathing is out of whack, but he takes my breath away. I hope one day he accepts this thing between us is more than physical, but until then I’ll take what he gives.
“Fuck,” I grit out when he wraps a hand around my knot, my impending orgasm making it hard to think. Wrapping my hands around his head, I get lost in the rhythm of fucking his lush mouth before my balls squeeze up and my come spurts. I growl as he struggles to swallow each mouthful, and because of my mood, I hold his face pressed up against my knot, my thrusting not slowing down as his throat spasms. “Every fucking drop is going down your throat, stop fighting.”
The way his head falls back, holding his gaze with mine, I see how he’s desperately trying not to come too. As soon as I start to slide out, he pounces at me, and we stumble. It’s almost a wrestle to shove him off me enough so I can twist around, his own bottled-up emotions have him being a prick as he manhandles me where he wants. Using his shoulder to pin my legs down, he growls at me. “Lube, or I’ll fuck you dry.”
He refuses to wait, and he rams his finger inside my ass and a snarl falls from my lips. As I try to reach for the lube I hid before, Steel’s gaze doesn’t move from my face. When I look back, he opens his mouth and lets a ball of spit drop, using it until I give him what he wants.
Clicking open the bottle, I coat my own fingers, reaching for his cock and slathering it in a thick coat. He shuffles forward, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drives himself inside in one powerful thrust. I clench around his length, whimpering like a bitch, he’s so fucking thick, but he feels so goddamn good too.
There’s a series of thuds on the wall, but it’s further away from us than I thought it would be. Rex’s condescending laugh is obnoxiously loud and is followed by the noise of people being fucked, and fucking. It’s not what I want to listen to when I’m getting railed, but knowing Rex is still busy is a small price to pay if I get this time with Steel.
“Now who’s gonna be a good boy? You want more? I mean, I’m good with your come filling me up, but then you’d be without…” He teases as he leans down over my folded body, demanding my mouth. Steel’s tongue is on mine, and a wave of release that he’s with me washes away all the simmering anger inside. Even if this was all I ever got from him for the rest of our lives, I’d take it. Every part of me relaxes and he moans into my mouth as his cock glides in, his swollen knot pressing against my body. “Don’t you make one little noise as I ruin your asshole, or you won’t come.”
The whole fucking shit show of a life we live in, all the threats hanging over our head, the regret in my bones about what kind of person I am, the disappointment I breathe at not being a better person for someone like Tristan, disappears as Steel takes me.
The room we’re hiding in is thick with our mingling scents—butterscotch so warm I can taste it in the air, my own blackberry perfume adding a sharpness, but both are full of the heady notes of our pleasure and need.
Steel purposely hits my prostate; the mix of pain and pleasure is real, and I must make too much noise because he drops a thick hand around my throat and squeezes, trapping my air and noise. He brings spots to my eyes as his fingers tighten, guiding me with each thrust to a promise of roaring release. He lets my throat go at the very last moment of consciousness, and grabs my cock, jacking me off as hard as he fucks my ass. A flick of his head is the sign I’ve been desperate for and as I take huge gulps of air, fighting through the lingering fog from being choked, he groans, his hot come spilling inside me drives me alert again. I come again in his tight fist.