Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(37)

“Which is why we’re going to fight back and stop it,” Nate said. He stood up. “It’s sensitive shit, Griffin. I’m not Miller, I don’t make those decisions. I just put on the cut and do what I’m told.”

“Like a robot.”

“Like a good, loyal member,” Nate said. He put a hand to Griffin’s shoulder. “I’d die for you, Griffin. For anyone in this club. But leave this one alone. Stay the f*ck away from Mia. Stop making her feel guilty. She didn’t do this. Focus on the enemy, man.”

“Right now I’m going to focus on the blonde eyeing me at the other side of the bar.”

Nate shook his head and walked around the bar. He stuck his head in the kitchen and whistled. A prospect stood there with a large plate of food. Same old shit - burgers and fries - but Nate knew what he liked. This wasn’t a f*cking date. No fancy f*cking dinner, wine, candles, and all that bullshit. That’s not how this life worked.

He took the plate and then told the prospect to get Mia’s bag out of her car and bring it to the room.

As Nate carried the food back to the room, he heard a noise. At first, it was a growling noise. Then it was followed by a woman’s voice. A weak voice.

Hurt?

Is Mia hurt…?

Nate started to haul ass. He turned the corner of the hall, ready to drop the food and grab his gun.

The growling and weak cries came again.

Nate put on the brakes and stopped, seeing the culprit.

It was Blaine. With a goddamn woman.

The woman stood on the arms of a chair, pants and panties down to her ankles. She had her shirt halfway up her stomach, looking down, whimpering as Blaine’s face was between her legs. Blaine pulled back with a wet sound and smacked his lips together.

“It’s f*cking poison,” he growled. “But I can’t get enough. Squirt in my mouth, beautiful. Got that? Hurry. Or I’ll go find someone who will.”

Blaine growled and attacked between the woman’s legs again. Her body jumped when he did it.

Nate caught his breath and knew how to turn his head and ignore the scene. This was how the nights (into the mornings) went. This was the only relief the guys had. Fuck, they called the women relievers for a reason. They were there to take care of the guys. Sometimes the world was a rotten son of a bitch. So having someone wrap her legs around your waist - or face - for a few minutes seemingly balanced out the scales.

There was another sight that caught Nate’s attention. Hell, more so than Blaine diving between some woman’s legs.

The woman was groaning and Blaine growling like a fool as Nate stood and stared at Mia. She had the door open and stood halfway out. Still wearing nothing but a long t-shirt, like a f*cking nightmare that was just too beautiful to get away from.

Nate walked to the room and looked down at Mia. “Thought I told you to stay here.”

“I heard… I thought she was hurt. Shot or something.”

“No. He’s just testing her right now. The crazy shit will happen behind closed doors. Thankfully.”

“And that’s not crazy?”

Nate looked back and saw Blaine pull away from the woman. He had two fingers between her legs, moving killer fast against her *. The woman was damn near crying, her body thrusting. She was literally pouring from between her legs.

“Get in the f*cking room,” Nate bellowed.

He kicked the door shut behind him.

Mia just stood there, looking guilty as hell.

“What?” Nate asked.

“Nothing. Just… it’s so wild. I mean, I work in a strip club. I see crazy things all the time. But that…”

Nate slowly put the plate down and approached Mia. He gritted his teeth as he stared down at her. They were on thin f*cking ice right now.

“You like it,” he whispered. “That’s why you’re flustered. You liked watching Blaine eat that chick out. You want him to do it to you?”

“No,” Mia said. “Fuck, no.”

“You want to taste the woman?”

“No.”

Nate reached forward. He slowly lifted the shirt up and slipped his hand between Mia’s soft and warm legs.

She was f*cking wet.

“You liked it,” he said again. “You dirty f*cking thing…”

Nate moved his hand to her hip. His other hand came forward and Nate walked her to the bed. He then lifted her with ease, putting her on the bed. She stood there, surprised, staring down at him. He loved the look on her face. She touched his hair and then nodded.

She whispered, “Yes. Fine, okay? I liked it. It’s crazy…”

“My life is f*cking crazy, babe.”

Nate had nothing else to say. He came forward and took a deep breath, inhaling Mia’s wet scent. The desire crawled across his face as he slipped his hands around to her ass. His fingers kneaded as her, pulling her sweetness to him. His tongue savored that first taste, his stiff tongue against her forgiving folds. Lapping at them a few times, jumping. She was so goddamn turned on and so nervous at the same time. It was like her body didn’t know how to react.

Nate’s hands gripped tighter at Mia’s ass. Pulling her closer, tighter, her legs opening wider, leaving him to taste everything she had to offer. Her tender folds gave way to her throbbing center. His tongue flirted before he darted into her. The burning and aching, Mia crying out his name, like she wanted to try and compete with Blaine and that woman in the hallway. Her hands curled around his hair, holding him right there.