STEEL TEMPTATION (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (16 page)

As Nate licked up, the tip of his
tongue swirled around the pearly nub of her clit. He brought his lips together
and suckled her clit, feeling her body thrusting each time he did so. Her
breathing instantly became erratic, giving away her favorite spot to Nate. Her
nails dug into his hair and she started to thrust harder, riding his mouth and
face.

Exactly what Nate fucking wanted
right then.

He stayed with Mia, battling back
at her with his tongue, lips, and even his teeth. When he nibbled at her folds,
she jumped and purred. His tongue tasted her bottom to top. He could also tell
right when she was ready to come, the way her hips gently wiggled left to
right. And when she started to come, she crunched forward and down, groaning
with the pulse of her own needs.

Nate suckled her entire pussy then,
tasting her clit, her folds, the fresh and warm wetness pouring from her body.
He kept with her until her knees gave way. Nate kept his hands tight to her ass
and guided her down to the bed. He lifted the shirt up her body, revealing her
beautiful, small breasts. His left hand quickly devoured her right breast. With
his right hand, Nate reached down and unzipped his jeans.

He was impossibly hard again. His
cocked actually hurt it was so hard. Like he hadn
’
t
fucking seen a naked woman in years. It was ridiculous. Fuck, it pissed him off
that Mia had this kind of effect on him.

The second he took his dick from
his jeans, he was there, right against her pussy, thrusting. She was wet, warm,
and tender enough to take all of him in one big thrust forward. Mia
’
s back arched and she cried out,
her yell losing steam after just a few seconds. From there, she still had her
back arched, but there was no sounds other than Nate
’
s cock sliding in and out of her with a wild wet
slapping noise.

Nate couldn
’
t contain himself. Losing all urges to a deep feral
need, he squeezed her right tit hard and kept his other hand pressed hard to
her hip. And he thrust like he was never going to fuck someone again. He
hovered over Mia
’
s body,
grunting with each move forward.

Mia finally looked up at him, her
face completely flush. She looked stuck between screaming for more and crying.
Nate couldn
’
t look at her
face anymore. He couldn
’
t
let any of this get any deeper. He brought his mouth down to her chest, finding
her other breast. His lips moved over her nipple, sucking. He engulfed it,
tasting her warm flesh.

The pulse between his legs grew to
an unstoppable level. He grunted and suddenly lost himself.

“
Fuck,
”
he groaned, thrusting forward,
letting go.

Nate forced himself to just hold
steady, coming inside her. His ass and legs flexed, desperate to pull back and
thrust. To keep fucking Mia. But he fought it all off. He just stared at her
perfect body, holding her hips, releasing over and over, watching Mia
’
s face writhe with pleasure each
time his cock pulsed.

Once finished, Nate pulled out of
Mia and turned around. He tucked himself away and zipped up.

“
Food,
”
he said.

When he looked back, Mia hadn
’
t moved. Nate took her by the
hand and pulled her to her feet. He fixed the t-shirt, pulling it down her
body, covering her up.

Mia then collapsed into his chest,
hugging him.

Nate caught himself with his arms
out, refusing to hug her. He couldn
’
t
do that. Go that far with this woman. Not a chance in hell.

Taking a few heavy breaths, Mia
finally said,
“
I
’
ve never
…
I mean, I have, but to feel that
…
like that
…
you did that
…”

Nate closed his arms around Mia. He
hugged her, held her. He buried his nose into her hair, smelling her. Mia
reminded him of everything he had and lost. Of all the crimes he committed. Of
all those people he worked over.

Fuck
…
she reminded him of all the women he killed.

sixteen.

Mia took the last bite of her
burger and groaned in satisfaction. The food was better this time around. Maybe
because Mia had a better feeling about surviving the night. And because she was
in a bed. A soft, big bed. Next to a killer hot biker who kept looking at her.
She was afraid to ask what Nate was looking at, in case he said something about
her not surviving the night.

They ate, they finished, and Nate
took the plate and tossed it to his dresser. He then kicked his boots off and
plopped on the bed. The entire scene had a relaxed, almost romantic feel to it.

Mia wanted to take comfort in it,
but it scared the hell out of her.

This couldn
’
t be anymore real than it actually was.

Nate folded his hands and put them
behind his head.

Mia looked at him, then looked
away. She looked a second time
…
a third time
…
starting to
feel uncomfortable.

“
You
want to know it all,
”
Nate
said.
“
Just like everyone
else. Everyone wants to know. Then they find out and hate knowing.
”

“
I
can
’
t help it,
”
Mia whispered.

“
You
can. Everyone can. If you didn
’
t
poke and pry at your uncle, you wouldn
’
t
be in this position.
”

“
Fuck
you for saying that.
”

Nate looked at her.
“
Try me. How did you get involved
in the poker games?
”

Mia swallowed hard. A bitter taste
rose up in her throat.
“
I
lost a waitressing gig I had. Started at the strip club and my boss demanded I
buy tits. I had to learn to strip to survive. There was only one person I knew
that had money. So I approached him.
”

“
You
told him you wanted tits?
”

“
Hell
no. I said I was in a bind. Credit cards and shit. I needed the money to get
out before I got in big trouble.
”

“
And
he said?
”

“
He
said I needed to survive on my own.
”

“
And
then you said?
”

Mia looked down.
“
Fair enough, Nate.
”

“
No,
tell me.
”

“
You
’
re right. I
’
m wrong.
”

“
I
said to fucking tell me.
”

Mia looked at him, tears in her
eyes.
“
Yeah. So I pushed at
him. Said he had to have something for me. And he did. You
’
re fucking right. Congrats.
”
Mia kicked off the bed and
walked to the door.

“
You
can
’
t leave.
”

“
I
can do what I want.
”

“
I
’
ll get the chains.
”

Mia glanced over her shoulder.
“
Come get me then.
”

She opened the door, tempting Nate.
She made it no more than two steps before she stopped, crippled with fear.

Where am I going to go?

There was nowhere to go.

She turned just as Nate came out of
the room. He grabbed her by the arms.
“
You
want to know it all? Goddammit. That
’
s
what you want. To know about Nate. Because you think you like me. Because my
cock is big and fun to play with. Because I
’
ll
go down on you until you scream. Because I
’
ll
shoot everyone in this clubhouse to protect you. That
’
s not me. Not who I used to be. I
…
I took women like you and set
them up. Nothing but pussy, money, and murder.
”

“
What
kind of murder?
”

Nate leaned in.
“
Simple. I
’
d murder you right now
…
if it was a different life.
”
He then backed up.
“
Still
want to know everything?
”

Mia sucked in a dry breath. She walked
to the open door and went back in the bedroom.

In a matter of a few minutes they
were back on the bed like nothing had happened. Nate in the same position. And
he looked pissed.

“
You
actually murdered women?
”
Mia asked.

He put his hands out.
“
With these hands? No. I never
thrust a knife or pulled a trigger. But what does it matter when I was paid to
lure them in?
”

“
You
don
’
t do that anymore
though.
”

“
No.
Unless Miller asked me to do it. For the cut, I
’
ll
do anything.
”

For me?
Mia thought but didn
’
t dare ask.

“
What
did you do then, Nate?
”

“
I
worked for the mob,
”
he
said.
“
That
’
s the easiest way to put it.
Business with suits and ties. Kind of like the MC here, except we wear leather
and ride motorcycles. Actually, this life is better. More freedom. I
’
m able to contribute. I
’
m able to feel alive. Until you
came crashing through this place. You
’
ve
fucking ruined everything I
’
ve
worked for.
”

“
I
ruined it? What the fuck did I do?
”

“
You
suck at following people,
”
Nate said.
“
You made it so
we had to get you, bring you here. And the second I saw you I knew you didn
’
t belong in this mess. You
’
re not a bad person, Mia, at
all.
”

“
I
’
m glad at least someone sees
that,
”
Mia said.

Silence fell.

Nate sighed and ran his hands down
his face. When he put his hands to the bed, Mia slowly moved her hand to touch
his. Such dumb romantic moves, but it mattered to Mia. Just touching Nate
ever-so-slightly was enough to make her feel comforted.

“
Is
all that real?
”
Mia
whispered.
“
What you used
to do?
”

“
Yeah.
It still is real. The MC and those guys have agreements in place. Who gets to
be in what parts of the state, the country.
”
Nate looked at her.
“
This
isn
’
t a town thing, babe.
Back Down Devil MC has charters that go up and down the coast. That move east
and north. We are everywhere. So are they. I mean, other MC
’
s like Coast Road and Eight
Under. Coast Road attacked us. They
’
re
working with your uncle.
”

“
He
’
s working with a motorcycle club
…”

“
Yeah.
And the chief of police in town. It
’
s
dirty stuff, babe.
”

“
Keep
telling me about you.
”

“
It
’
s cliche. I had no home growing
up. It made me tough and jaded. Blah, blah. I got into a fight once and took
down three guys at once. All for twenty bucks some woman stole from me. I took
the guys down and then put my hand out. The woman finally gave up the money she
stole. A boss named Anthony saw it all happen and then offered me a ride in his
limo. Within twenty-four hours I was in a suit, cleaned up, had two grand in my
pocket, and was on my first job. I didn't think much of it at first. You know?
These were people who owed money. They had debts and those debts weren
’
t being paid.
”
Nate
’
s eyes went cold, dark.
“
All debt must be paid. And death was merely a
message to everyone else. The bosses joked and called it their version of a
write-off. Take the loss, but send a bigger message. Want to know something
else?
”

Mia nodded. She was hopeless,
addicted to everything Nate had to say.

“
When
they took someone out, money suddenly started coming in. It was like these
pieces of shit that got into trouble always thought they could just slip away.
But that
’
s not how it
worked. Everyone paid. Sometimes with money. Sometimes with a hand. Or foot.
Sometimes with life.
”

“
A
hand or foot?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Did
you ever
…”
Mia closed her
eyes.
Don
’
t
ask.

“
Did
I ever
…
cut someone
’
s hand off?
”
Nate asked.

“
Yes.
I
’
m afraid to know.
”

“
You
want all the fucking truth, take it. I did. I cut someone
’
s hand off. A guy named Richie.
He grabbed Anthony
’
s wife
’
s ass. Drunk, young, being a
dumb punk. So we grabbed him and took him to a back room. Anthony was livid.
Killing the guy would have been too easy. So Anthony held the guy
’
s hand and I had to cut it off.
Slicing through flesh and bone. The guy screaming. Blood everywhere. Anthony
then took the guy
’
s hand
and shook it at him. Like it was a broken toy and the guy was a child. Anthony
kept the fucking hand.
”

“
How
did they get away with it?
”
Mia asked.

Nate grinned.
“
Babe, when you have power, you
have freedom. We had a bomb go off in our lot. Then a gunfight. Did one cop
show up? Anyone bring cuffs? Anyone taken away?
”

“
No.
”

“
Because
of power. We all used to be together. But not anymore. Your uncle wants us out.
And it
’
s all because of
fucking drugs.
”

“
Drugs?
”

“
Drugs.
Coast Road MC has a way to move drugs and we
’
re
in the way. So your uncle and the chief of police are helping. Welcome to the
war, babe.
”

Mia shivered and inched closer to
Nate.

“
Do
you think I
’
m even cooler
now?
”
he asked.

“
I
never said I thought you were cool.
”

“
Then
why are you here?
”

“
I
’
m here because you took me out
of that room. Because you wanted to be near me. You made your move, Nate. I
’
m going along for the ride.
”

“
Got
it.
”

“
I
didn
’
t mean it like
…”

“
I
got it,
”
Nate said.

“
Tell
me about your chest. I saw the scars.
”
Mia lifted Nate
’
s shirt a
little. She slowly slid her hand up his shirt, over his strong stomach up to
his stronger chest. Her fingertips moved up and down, feeling the ridges of the
scars.

“
Nasty,
huh?
”
he asked.

“
Not
at all,
”
Mia replied.
“
They
’
re you. Who you are.
”

“
I
got strung up,
”
Nate said.
“
I got to a point where I couldn
’
t take it anymore. We were going
after people who had nothing. Yet we were giving them money, doing favors,
knowing these people could never pay us back. Anthony was a bad person. He
enjoyed too much of the power. We tried going to the higher bosses. Moving up
the ranks, and that
’
s hard
to do. That
’
s risky. You
think cops and judges are hard
…
Christ, I can
’
t even
imagine where the top actually is for them. They
’
re
families
. Big
families
. I lost my edge after a guy with a family
was set to be taken out. I tried talking to Anthony so he punished me by
burning down the guy
’
s
house. I didn
’
t know the
guy, but he had a wife and two daughters. The house was burned down
…
nobody was able to escape.
There was no help for that family as they died together.
”

“
Jesus
Christ, Nate.
”

“
So
I lost it. I tried going to Anthony
’
s
bosses. That
’
s when I met
Miller. He had been fighting with two of Anthony
’
s
guys. They were pushing into a Back Down Devil town, working some muscle for
drug money and hookers. They had been going back and forth for a while. Miller
wanted the guys out of his territory. They were bullying the charter, and for
Miller to travel, it means business.