Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(49)

“Fuck off,” Nate yelled. “Not going to happen.”

“Never going to happen,” Mia added.

Blaine pointed at her, winking. “You know, the more you resist, the harder I get.”

He turned and walked away.

“Fucking *,” Nate growled.

He then felt Mia slide her hand into his. She squeezed and Nate squeezed back.

He looked at her. “Babe, there’s enough cash here to…”

“But it’s not you,” Mia said.

“I’m not… I’m trouble.”

“Good. Maybe I’m looking for trouble then.”

Nate had nothing else to say. Sometimes people just dug their own holes and jumped right inside. Other times Nate had to dig the hole himself… old school style.

This was different.

He and Mia had dug a huge hole together. They were inside it.

Nate looked down at his hand connected to Mia’s.

Christ…

It felt good to hold her hand. Even as they walked away from a scene of destruction. Dead bodies behind them, bleeding out. Poker tables flipped over. The entire scene illegal and with implications of a lot of jail time. Fuck, life sentences waiting in the balance.

Outside, Nate made sure to scan the scene. Making sure there were no surprises waiting. The MC had parked their rides far enough away that nobody knew they were there. Just in case anyone had been outside.

The truth was that they were hoping for something better busting into the game than what they found. Then again, at least some of the Coast Road MC were taken off the streets. The game was trashed. The message sent that Back Down Devil MC was here and they weren’t backing down.

But it also put Mia in a bad spot.

Judge Jake would know she set it all up.

That made her life even more fragile.

Nate met up with Miller and the others. He gave Mia his helmet and then climbed on his motorcycle. She was behind him, wearing that damn bikini thing and it was driving him wild. It pissed him off that she was forced to wear something like that and get subjected to nothing but eye f*cks all night.

Then again, Nate couldn’t wait to get her back to the clubhouse and rip it off her body.





twenty-one.



Of all places to start, Nate grabbed Mia’s left hand and lifted it up. His fingers pulled at the leather bracelet, opening it and letting it fall to the ground. He then brought Mia’s wrist to his lips, kissing it. He considered all she’d gone through so far. There had been marks on her wrists from the clasps that Back Down Devil put her in to keep her hidden. And then she had to endure being dressed like this.

Nate repeated that same move to her other hand. He then reached up and slipped a hand behind her neck. His fingers squeezed at her, the tips forcing their way behind the leather necklace, pulling it even tighter. Mia looked uncomfortable, afraid, but Nate wasn’t going to hurt her.

This was about f*cking trust.

He pulled at the button clasp. It made a pop sound and fell off Mia’s neck. Nate replaced the tight leather necklace with his mouth. He went right in for the kill, his lips pressing against her neck, his tongue flickering her skin, teeth grazing down and around to her throat. Kissing up the other side, Nate moved to her ear. Nibbling, he pressed his body to hers, his other hand creeping around to the small of her neck.

This was too good, too real.

Nate reversed the same kissing, down her neck, around her throat, up the other sides. He then stuck his nose into her hair, inhaling the scent of the night. A mix of sweat, shampoo, maybe fear and desire all mixed in there too.

Both of Nate’s hands then went to the clasp on the bikini top. He twisted it, opening it with ease. His fingers slid along her arms, taking the top with him. It fell to the floor and Mia stood topless. Her small, perky breasts stared back at him. Her nipples were already hard, perfectly round nubs, ready for tasting. Nate cupped under her breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples. Her skin prickled to his touch, her hands grabbing at his t-shirt.

Her hands traveled up to his shoulders and pushed, wanting his leather cut off.

Nate let it fall to the floor.

Mia then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. There was a second when Nate thought about not letting her do this. He just wanted to f*ck her. Hold her. Cross the line but not go too far.

Fuck it…

Nate let Mia take his shirt off. Her hands then clawed at him, down his chest, over his scars. She kept going down, right to the top of his jeans. Her hands gripped the top of his jeans and she pulled him toward her. Her lips were lined up to his chest and she started to kiss him.

From scars to tattoos, Mia’s tongue explored Nate’s chest - and down - leaving his cock aching, tucked away in his jeans. She then inched down just a little more, bending her knees.

“Fuck, babe,” Nate growled. “Get on your knees right now. I want to fill your f*cking mouth.”

Mia ran her tongue up and then off Nate’s body. She looked up at him, her eyes on fire. She then lowered herself to her knees, pulling at Nate’s jeans. She stuck her ass out, the bottom of the leather bikini showing. Nate felt his shaft throbbing with an impossible need. He made fists, giving Mia half a minute to get his cock in her mouth.

She pulled at his belt buckle. When it gave way from his belt, he watched the way her small tits danced. Every time she moved, it happened. Like her body was doing everything possible to make him unable to get rid of her. Fuck, he really wanted her here with him. Even beyond all this shit going on.