Dark Steel: A MC Romance Novel (10 page)

Girlfriend!

Ryker actually called me his girlfriend—even in front of all his badass friends. Things were moving quickly but in the right direction. He seemed like the type of man to sleep with a girl for one night and never call again. I made a mental note to ask him about his past relationships when he got a chance. But right now, I needed him to fuck me...now more than ever. I wanted to be all
his.

Ryker asked if I wanted a drink and I tried to telepathically send him a message.
You bastard! I don't want a drink, I want you to take me right now!
I smiled to him and nodded. I would play his game for a little while longer.

I met some of his “brothers” as he called it. For criminals, they were actually pretty nice. Nicer than most people. I sipped my strawberry margarita and listened to Maverick's jovial laugh. Ryker really cared for these guys like they were his real family. Such a tough exterior but inside his heart was gigantic. I hoped there was room in there to love me.

“Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs,” Ryker said.

Praise the lord!

Ryker held my hand as he showed me to his room. This must have been where they raised pigs because the place was dirtier than a farm. The drywall had cracks and holes all over—damage done by angry fists. I walked over to Ryker and put my hands on his chest. I brought up the girlfriend thing and he tried to deflect out of embarrassment. I just wanted him to admit it to me while we were alone.

He asked, “Will you be my old lady, Brooke?”

I could barely contain my excitement. I wanted to jump up and down on the bed and scream to the world that Ryker was my boyfriend. He kissed me gently on my forehead and only let me get a taste of his lips. Anger was bubbling in my throat.
No more teasing!

Ryker's ravenous hunger for me showed as he pushed me against the closed door, raising my hands above my head. He tongue danced on mine, his biker scent filling my nose. Ryker clawed at my tank-top until it was over my head and discarded onto the messy floor. I unlatched my bra and let it fall to the ground, my naked chest all for him. Ryker pushed my breasts together, making a valley of cleavage. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they became hard and erect.

“I want you so bad, Ryker,”” I breathed. Ryker's massive erection poked through under his jeans. His eyes returned to me with fiery desire.

Oh my!

Ryker flung me over to the desk and bent me over. My chest was pressed hard onto the dusty wood and my hands reached the edges to hold on. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I had always dreamed of being taken that way and now it was really happening! He lifted my skirt up as his fingers found my sex. I moaned as he pushed into my gushing wetness. His fingers slid in and out with ease.

“You're so ready, baby.” Ryker unbuckled his belt and I heard his jeans drop to the ground.

He set his thick cock in between my ass cheeks. He was so close to knocking at my door. I raised my ass to meet him but he put his hand on my back to still me. “I can't wait any longer, Ryker,” I begged.

He thrust into me suddenly and we both yelled out. His rough hands found my hips and he held onto them like reins, forcing himself deeper and deeper, filling every inch of me.
How could something feel this good?

After all the teasing and touching, my release couldn't wait anymore. “I'm so close,” I murmured. My body bucked as I detonated around him. Ryker held onto my shaking hips and pounded into me harder. All my senses went out as my orgasm took over.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you?” Ryker slapped my ass and grunted as he thrust into me over and over again. “Say it,” he ordered.

“Yes...I love it,” I whimpered. My pleasure hit its peak. I was already so close again.

“Come for me one more time,” Ryker moaned, his fingernails digging into my sides.

His words were my undoing as my climax took control. I lost my grip on the edge of the desk and flopped all over. Ryker finally found his release and unloaded inside me, screaming my name at the top of his lungs.

My legs feel like mush and they could barely hold my weight anymore. Ryker pulled out of me and I wanted to order him to stay. He lifted me in his strong arms and deposited me on the bed. My muscles were spent and my skin was still tingling from all the orgasms.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, resting my head against his chest.

“It was absolutely wonderful,” I replied, exasperated. “I want to go again, but I don't think I can move.”

Ryker laughed. “Yeah me too.” His fingers played with my hair, running through the strands.

I listened to his heart beat and relaxed in the silence. But something was eating away at me. I needed to know from him. “Have you ever been in a relationship before?” I asked.

He fingers pulled away from my hair and he didn't respond.
Oh shit!
Did I go too far? What if one of his past girlfriends got killed?

“I haven't had a girlfriend before if that's what you're asking.”

I looked up at him, searching for the real reason. “Why not? You've been with so many women.”

Ryker met my lips and pulled away. “Because they weren't you.”

His words warmed my insides. I could lay next to this man for the rest of my life. Before I knew it, I told him, “I think I'm in with love you.”

My whole body tensed up in defense. I wanted to crawl back into my shell and never be seen again.
That was so stupid to say, Brooke.
You've only known the guy a couple days.

“I know, I love you too, Brooke,” he whispered. Ryker rolled over on top of me and kissed me like it was the first time. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I'm sorry, I'm just so happy.”

We made love a second time that night and I fell asleep in his arms. He was all
mine.

It was finally happening. Today was the day I take down the Dark Steel Motorcycle Club.

All those years of long nights, fighting my superiors, and working in horrible conditions was finally about to pay off.

Getting the leader of the Los Diablos to give up Dark Steel was what blew the case wide open. My bosses got me warrants to raid the Dark Steel headquarters and two of their off-site locations given to us by Miguel.

My two teams had already reported finding drugs and illegal guns in the off-site buildings. I had everything I needed to prosecute them. Now all that was left was to arrest all of them and claim my commendation.

“Wait for my signal,” I announced into the walkie-talkie.

The men were jumpy and so was I. We had no idea what to expect when we burst through the doors. The Burger Joint was in full swing, a huge crowd inside and a line out the door. This was a tricky situation. There couldn't be any collateral damage—no excuses. We knew every member of the MC was inside because we had been casing the place all day long. I hoped that they weren't stupid enough to draw their weapons and start a gunfight. Not with so many innocents around.

I had
Bravo
team at the back and
Charlie
on the roof. My team—
Alpha—w
as to go through the front. My heart raced as I drew my nine millimeter. I checked if it was loaded and switched the safety off. Malarkey kneeled down next to me, checking his bulletproof vest. We stayed low to the ground as we crawled from car to car. We were only feet away from the entrance.

“Are you ready, partner?” I asked, breathing heavily.

Malarkey nodded. “Let's get these fuckers.”

I spat into the walkie-talkie, “All teams are a go. I repeat, all teams are a go.”

I rushed the front of the restaurant, catching a glimpse of my roof team rappelling down the sides of the building and smashing through the windows.

“This is the FBI! Everyone down on the ground!” I held my professional-looking badge up with my left hand and kept my gun raised with my right. The crowd of eaters fell to the floor with their hands on their head. My eyes scanned the crowd and preceded to the kitchen and back room.

My walkie-talkie screeched as team members shouted, “Clear!”

I stood up against the wall right before the entry to the kitchen. “This is the FBI. I want to see your hands!” I turned the corner, my gun leading first, and entered the kitchen. The chef and his workers were laying flat on the ground.

I arrived to the door leading to the back room with Malarkey right on my heels. I tested the door knob and it was locked. I nodded to Malarkey and stepped out of the way as his foot pummeled through the door, breaking it off it's hinges. Sometimes it was nice having a male around.

I rushed into the room and found that
Bravo
team already had all the suspects on the ground and in cuffs. One of the club members spat at my feet as I walked by.

“You can't do this without a warrant,” one of the members yelled. I strolled over to him and holstered my weapon. I looked at the older man's face and identified him as the leader.

“Well Axel, I wonder what these are?” I shoved the paper warrants in his face, making sure that he could taste them. “Sit this guy up,” I ordered. Two raid members picked up Axel and sat him against the wall.

“This won't matter, lady. We'll beat whatever bogus charge you stick on us.”

I crouched down in front of the leader. “I've been hunting you guys for a long time. I wanted to make damn sure this would stick. You could thank Miguel and the Los Diablos for that.”

“You're a lying bitch,” he screamed at me.

I stood up and walked away. “Oh yeah, one more thing. We raided your 'secret' stashes and found all the guns and drugs. You guys will be rotting in prison until the day you die.” Axel's face turned to horror. He knew I had him by the balls.

I glanced over the other members on the ground and marveled at my success.

Malarkey came to my side. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

“It will feel even better when the bosses give me a promotion and get us out of that damn closet.”

Malarkey chuckled.

Something wasn't sitting right with me though. I scanned around the room but couldn't put my finger on the sudden doubt in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the Dark Steel members and counted.

“
Charlie
team, did you clear every room upstairs?”

Charlie
leader answered in the affirmative. I looked back down at all the faces of the club members.
Damn!
“Where's Ryker?” I asked with bubbling rage.

Malarkey looked down at a list in his hands. “He's the number three, right?”

Double Damn!

I ordered the teams to do another sweep of the building. “He must be hiding here somewhere. We have to find him!”

I awoke from my post-coital bliss and Ryker was laying next to me, his arms and legs entangled in mine. I watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering. I wondered what he was dreaming about—maybe robbing a bank, killing a bunch of bad guys, or maybe even sex with me.

I lifted the bed sheet up slightly and gazed under. His shaft was flaccid and small. I giggled to myself. I couldn't believe he was all mine.

“Are you done?” Ryker asked, waking from sleep.

I flush crimson and put the sheet back down. “I'm sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off your body.”

“Should we do something about that?” His lip curled into a grin.

Desire returned in full force. My mind screamed at me for no more—my body had it's own plan. Ryker kissed me softly and I climbed on top of him. His erection became rock hard beneath me. I grinded against him, rubbing my sex all over him. Ryker reached up and squeezed my breasts, massaging and kneading them.

The sound of glass shattering in the hallway interrupted our heavenly time.

Ryker flung me off to the side and bolted out of bed. Axel from downstairs yelled up, “FBI!”

“Get your clothes on fast,” Ryker ordered.

He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large silver pistol. We quickly got dressed and Ryker tucked the pistol in the belt behind his back. Footsteps pounded up and down the hallway. They could come bursting in at any moment. Ryker locked the door and went back to the dresser. “Help me with this.”

I took one side and we shifted it over. I thought we were trying to block the door but Ryker stopped short of it. He bent down at the wall and pushed it in. A small square door popped open. Ryker smiled. “I always have an escape plan.” He motioned for me to go first. “I'll follow behind and close the trapdoor behind us.”

I got down on my hands and knees and looked through the tiny door. The shaft was small but big enough to fit a person crawling through. I glanced back at Ryker and he kicked my butt to get me going.
Ouch!
I inched my way through the tunnel, wiping cobwebs out of the way. Ryker followed behind and closed the door, cutting off the small amount of light.

We could hear the door to the bedroom break open. Boots pounded against the floor as they walked around. My pulse was pounding in my ear and fear kept me frozen. A man yelled, “Clear” and walked away.
We were safe—for now.

“Keep going, Brooke,” Ryker whispered.

I continued my descent into the musty escape. I finally came to another small door that opened to the outside. We were still on the second story and the drop was at least fifteen feet high. “What do you want me to do?”

“There should be a dumpster right below. Jump down into it.”

He's got to be kidding.
But I knew he wasn't.

I took a deep breath and looked below—it might as have been a hundred feet. I felt a shove on my ass and I came crashing down into a pile of smelly black trash bags. The overwhelming stench of rotten food made me want to vomit. I quickly climbed out of the dumpster and watched as Ryker made the same leap. His head popped out with some lettuce stuck in his hair. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.

Ryker climbed out and joined me. “It's time we split up, Brooke.”

What is he talking about? “No, I'm staying with you.”

Ryker and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”

I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Ryker was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”

Ryker looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”

I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back.
Did he get caught?
Should I check out what was going on?

I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Ryker with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Ryker and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.

We were going to make it.

I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped.
Why were we stopping so soon?
The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.

“What are we doing here, Ryker? Do you want me to get some stuff?”

Ryker shook his head. “You can't come with me, Brooke.”

I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”

Ryker killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.

Ryker sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”

I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”

Ryker suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Brooke?”

I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”

Ryker shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”
I will always be by your side, Ryker.

I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Ryker drove us away.

We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.