Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(38)

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 f*cking 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 * 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 f*cking 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 *, 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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.”