Bound by Steel: Mountain Misfits MC Book 3 Page 3

  “Well yeah,” Red says, swallowing a handful of pills.

  “Red, stop,” Tank barks. “Olive, it’s not like that…”

  “Jeez, I’m flattered,” I say sarcastically. “All these years of doing whatever I could to be taken seriously by you guys and the club, working my ass off and keeping my legs shut, and it still comes down to this. You’re no better than the sleaze balls that come into the bar and hit on me and try and get me to come home with them. I take that back. You’re worse than them. At least they’re upfront with their intentions from the start.”

  I grab my purse off the coffee table. It’s not the fact that they want to hook up. Hell, I’ve dreamed of hooking up with them so many lonely nights over the year. It’s the fact that they haven’t been straightforward about it. This creepy premeditated thing isn’t flattering at all. It’s embarrassing, actually, knowing that, all along, I’ve just been some piece of meat dangling in front of them until they were desperate enough to pounce.

  “Olive, sit your ass down,” Red says, pointing to the couch. “If you think for one second we’d spend two years just trying to get in some girl’s pants I’m kind of disappointed in you. I mean, come on,”—he motions to Tank, a cocky smile on his face—“if we’re being truthful here, you’re just as guilty, wouldn’t you say?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say. “I gotta go.” He infuriates me the way he sees right through me. The way it’s almost like we share the same thoughts.

  Poor Tank is all I can think. He’s too nice of a guy to get dragged into this bullshit. The look on his face isn’t that of a guilty man. It’s of a guy who just lost his house in a fire. He reaches his arm out and grabs my wrist.

  “Ollie, seriously,” he says. “Just hear us out. Then you can go home and never talk to us again if you want.” The way he slips his fingers in between mine and squeezes.

  “You get five minutes,” I say. “Ya’ll have had two years to sort out these details.”

  “Exactly,” Red says,“and if everyone agrees to be a hundred percent honest, it won’t even take five minutes. I bet I can knock this out in two.”

  “You’re eating into your time with your cockiness,” I say. “Clock is ticking.”

  I wedge myself into the corner of the couch, doing my best to keep a comfortable distance from both of them.

  “I think you should let Tank kiss you,” he says.

  “Red, I have been celibate for the last two years and have watched enough porn to know that’s exactly how these things go down.” Seriously, I am way too sober for their bullshit right now, and pissed off too. “Why don’t you guys just kiss each other and let me go home.”

  “You know that’s never going to happen, right?” His voice is low and he pulls the bag of peas off his swollen eyeball, staring right at me. “Just trust me, Ollie? Let the man kiss you.”

  They’re both staring at me, but not like a piece of meat. It’s almost like they’re asking me to donate an organ or something, like this is a matter of life or death.

  “Fine,” I say, not exactly enthused. This definitely isn’t how I imagined things would be if we ever actually did hook up. As Tank presses his lips to mine, though, I instantly know what Red is talking about. It’s perfect, the way he gently caresses the back of my head, his tongue barely parting my lips. It’s electric. I’ve never felt a kiss that was so careful but powerful at the same time.

  “Now is that how someone who just wants to get in your pants would kiss you?” Red asks. He looks at his watch. “Less than two minutes. I’m good.”

  I still have more questions than answers, but I don’t want to stop kissing him.

  “Now let me,” Red says.

  “Your lip,” is all I can squeak out, my brain not thinking in full sentences.

  “It’s ok,” he assures me. “You won’t hurt me.”

  He kisses me much more gently than I would’ve expected from this domineering loudmouth; it’s so different than it felt with Tank, but somehow equally as perfect, equally as powerful. Different but the same.

  The same in that he’s right. This is how you kiss someone you care about.

  “See?” he asks, brushing my bangs out of my face while I try and catch my breath.

  “I just don’t understand,” I say. “What’s happening here?”

  “I don’t know what there is to understand,” Red says. “We’re both crazy about you and we’re not going to fight over you. It’s as simple as that. I want you to be happy, Olive. I want Tank to be happy. That’s what makes me happy.”

  “Olive, I’ve been miserable since the day I met you,” Tank says. Way to make a girl feel really great about herself. “Every time I was alone with you and I couldn’t bring myself to touch you or tell you how I felt was torture. But I toughed it out, because I knew it wasn’t fair to try and keep you for myself.”

  I’m so confused right now. I have two men who I have been pining over for years professing their love for me. This seems like so much more than just an act to get me naked. It’s all kind of heavy, like the air is being pressed out of me. I struggle to take in what they’re trying to tell me, the logistics of the whole situation not making any sense.

  “You don’t have to say anything,” Red assures me. “I know it sounds nuts.”

  I feel like I can’t breathe. The silence is worse than the truth, though, and I’d rather get my feelings off my chest then sit here any longer with these two staring at me like I’m an alien.

  “If we’re being honest, I’m obviously attracted to both of you. But it just can’t work. I have a reputation to uphold. You know the whole don’t shit where you eat thing? My job is my life. You guys, the club, you’re my life. As soon as I start putting myself in situations like this, I know I’ll lose all that. I’ll turn into a dirty birdie. I have nothing else. I have nowhere else to go. This is it for me. I’m not trying to risk all that.”

  “That’s not how it’s going to be,” Tank says. “I can promise you that.”

  “How?” I ask.

  “You let us worry about the messy stuff. Nobody is ever going to think less of you, Olive. As far as I’m concerned, though, it’s nobody’s business, either,” Red says. “You think anyone in the club is going to fuck with us?”

  I know no one in the club is going to fuck with them. They are the enforcers for a reason. It’s myself I’m worried about. Right now this sounds all well and good, but my mind is spinning with a million reasons why this could go horribly wrong. I don’t want to get in between their friendship. I also don’t want to end up being the sacrifice when this whole thing blows up in our faces and they don’t ever want to see me again.

  Red is running his hand up and down my back, massaging my shoulders through the t-shirt. Tank is just looking at me, his perfect lips pursed like he’s trying to read my thoughts.

  The logical ones keep getting wedged further and further in the back of my mind, and the more I look at him, the more I want to kiss him some more.

  “Promise me,” I say. “Promise me this isn’t going to bite me in the ass one day.”

  “I have been dying to sink my teeth into that ass of yours since the day I laid eyes on it,” Tank says, pulling me onto his lap.

  “You know what I mean,” I whisper, as he begins kissing behind my ear, my body going limp in his arms.

  “You’re safe here, Ollie,” he assures me. “And nobody listens to Red when he talks anyway.”

  Red slides the t-shirt up over my head as I sit there, gazing into Tank’s dark eyes. The way he’s softly stroking his hands over my breasts from behind me makes me moan softly. He rolls my nipples in his fingertips, pulling them into sensitive hardened little peaks. My flesh is covered in goosebumps, a mixture of cold and anticipation, and it only draws out my desire to feel Tank’s body up against mine.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Red asks as my back arches. Tank presses my mouth to his again, kissing me more passionately this time. I can feel his
cock pressing through his jeans, growing harder by the second as I moan into his mouth. Sandwiched in between these two gorgeous men, I feel my inhibitions slipping away. I’ve been craving this for a long time, I never thought it would actually happen though.

  I reach for Tank’s t-shirt, pulling it off over his head, and my jaw hits the floor when I see those gorgeous abs of his, his solid chest covered in that motorcycle club ink and his soft manly hair that draws a line right to the top of his jeans.

  Tank helps me out of his shorts that I’m wearing, sliding them down my thighs. I’m completely naked and I can feel their eyes on me more than their hands, and it gets me wet because I can tell by their groans they like what they see. I reach behind me for Red, pulling his mouth to mine for a kiss.

  “I can’t, gorgeous,” he says. “I’m playing with fire here as it is. I swear, woman, if I start kissing on you right now, while you’re on my couch without any clothes on, I’m not going to be able to stop.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “I’m just here to spectate for now. I promise I will make it up to you Saturday.”

  Tank pulls me back to him, kissing down my collarbone, squeezing my breasts between his rough palms, taking my nipples in his mouth as I throw my head back and moan. I feel his fingers traveling up my inner thighs, spreading my legs, reaching for my throbbing mound, coated in my excitement.

  The situation, these men, the wrongness of it all, and the fact that I haven’t been with anyone in so long has every nerve ending on my body so sensitive. I don’t know if I feel ticklish, or pleasure, or pain, all I know is that I want him inside me right now.

  I grind my hips against his fingers, seeking the relief that I desperately crave, and he groans. “You’re so wet for us, Olive,” he says. “You like being dirty for us, don’t you?”

  He presses his thumb into my clit and hooks a finger inside my wetness, squeezing me in just the right way until I’m a squirming screaming mess.

  “See?” he says. “I know how to make you feel really good. I know exactly what you want.”

  I feel the orgasm rip through my body, and it only makes me more desperate, more needy, more eager to go further.

  “Well that didn’t take long,” Red says with a laugh. “You’re pretty good at that, Tank.”

  “You’re more than pretty good,” I stutter through broken breaths. I reach for the button on his jeans with urgency. If this man can make me cum in thirty seconds with two fingers, I have to know how he fucks. He slides his jeans down, slides his boxer briefs down, and the sight of his thick muscular thighs makes me bite my lip with anticipation.

  Never mind that perfect thick cock that I’ve already wrapped my hand around instinctively, as if to claim it for my own. My desperation is high, and pumping his cock as it grows harder and harder, hearing the way he’s moaning my name in that low gravelly voice, just adds fuel to my fire.

  “It’s been so long,” I say. “You’re going to rip me in half.”

  “You’re gonna be ok,” he whispers in my ear.

  Red tosses him a condom and I watch eagerly as he rolls it down his shaft.

  He rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my wetness, teasing me, until I’m rocking my hips over him, trying to line him up so I can take him in.

  He cups my ass in his hands as I slowly slide down on his dick, inch by inch, feeling him fill me up, stretching me. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, sitting on his lap with his cock rooted deep inside me.

  He’s rough in all the right ways, using his strength to lift my fleshy ass up and down on his shaft, thrusting his hips to meet me, slamming into my clit at just the right angle that, every time our bodies meet, I feel like I’m that much closer to that edge once again.

  It’s hard, it’s slow, it’s oh so controlled, and it is better than I ever could’ve imagined.

  “Watching you ride that cock is about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Red says, coming over for a better view. I can tell by the bulge in his shorts that he’s hard as a rock, and in my current state of sexual stupor, I really wish he’d just say screw it to his anti-sex vow and just jump in with us.

  I can tell he’s getting weaker, and I take my nipples between my fingers, squeezing them as Tank pulls me up and down on his cock, all the while just staring Red right in the eye. He takes his finger and puts it between my lips, and I take it into my mouth, grinning up at him, knowing exactly what I’m doing.

  “That’s too good,” he groans. “I’m thinking that’s probably a bad idea.”

  I don’t stop, swirling my tongue around his finger, imagining what it would be like if it were his cock. Imagining what it would be like to have both of these gorgeous men inside me.

  “Seriously, I have to go to bed right now,” Red says, before kissing me on the forehead. He stands there and smiles for a minute, watching as Tank buries his face in my breasts, squeezing them in his palms until I squeal. “You guys have fun.”

  I turn my full attention to this gorgeous man thrusting in and out of me, bucking my hips to meet with his, when he suddenly backs off.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

  “Come here,” I pull his lips to mine, trying to show him that he’s the only person who matters to me right now. That I’m here with him. I slide my tongue between his lips, and feel a warmth start to rise in my core. I don’t know what it is about kissing him, but it’s intoxicating and sensual, like his lips alone light every nerve ending in my body on fire. I moan into his mouth as I begin to cum, milking his cock with the contractions of my walls.

  The way he growls in my ear as he explodes inside me makes my toes curl. I rest my head on his chest and feel his heart beating faster and faster, his strong hands pushing into the back of my thighs, marking me inside and outside.

  “You’re amazing, Olive,” he whispers to me. “It’s better than I ever imagined. And I’ve imagined this day for a long time.”

  It’s not like I haven’t. I’ve danced with the idea, and now that it’s happening, it’s a lot more complicated than I expected, but also a lot better. This man is an expert at what he does, and I’m not just feeling that way because I’ve spend so many years without any.

  He picks me up in his arms, softening inside me. The sun is coming up, and I can hear birds chirping through the open window. I hook my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight, loving this skin on skin connection we have.

  “What time do you have to get up?” he asks, as he carries me to his bedroom.

  I try and think of an excuse to put a stop to this right now. It’s one thing to hook up, but spending the night is taking things a little bit too fast for me. Still, the way he’s carrying me, like I’m some sort of prized vase that he doesn’t want to break or drop, the way his heart is still beating a million times a minute, I feel compelled. I don’t want to rip the rug out from under him.

  He’s too nice of a guy.

  So I figure I’ll do the nicest thing I possibly can for him. I’ll fuck him until we can’t fuck anymore, until he passes out like a rock, and I’ll sneak out on him. We’ll both wake up alone and live miserably ever after.

  But for the next few hours, he’s all mine.

  6

  Tank:

  I knew last night was too good to be true. My mouth is dry and I’m drenched in a cold sweat when I wake up. I roll over and reach for her, but I’m not surprised that she’s already gone. As much as I loved being with her, inside her, finally showing her exactly how I feel about her, I can’t help but feel like this was not the way to do it.

  Even though we fucked all night.

  Even though I had her wrapped around my dick in every position possible.

  Even though she begged me not to stop, screaming as she came over and over again.

  It’s not how I wanted our first time to be. I feel a little disgusted that I let it all play out like this.

  I grab a pair of sweatpants a
nd head to the bathroom, hoping Red has already left for the day. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, and he whistles at me as I walk through the room.

  I just ignore him, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

  “Tank,” he shouts, following on my heels. “What’s your deal?”

  “When did she leave?” I ask him. I can’t believe that’s the only concern on my mind. Except I don’t care when she left, I care why she left. Why she didn’t want to have breakfast with me, maybe hang out and take a shower, ease into our day together, start our new lives together. What did I do to scare her off?

  Unless it wasn’t me at all.

  “I have no idea,” he says. “I just woke up myself. This house was really fucking noisy last night if you didn’t notice.”

  “You’re sure you didn’t see her?” I ask. “She didn’t say anything to you?”

  “Relax, brother,” he says. “It’s going to be fine. She really is the perfect woman, if you think about it. Leaves without even being asked.”

  “That’s the shit right there,” I yell at him. “That’s why this isn’t going to work. You don’t love her as much as I do. You just think she’s just another pussy to stick it in and you don’t really care what happens.” I know I’m talking out of my ass, I know he really does care about her, but I can’t understand why he’s not more concerned about where she is.

  “What do you want for breakfast?” he asks nonchalantly. “I’ll fix it for you while you’re in the shower.”

  “I don’t care,” I grunt. “Just shut the door and leave me alone.”

  There are times I wish I could be more like him. That I could just let things go, roll right off my back like nothing really matters. I know it comes from a lifetime of being hurt, screwed over, and not being able to trust anyone, and it makes me thankful that I’m not that way.

  I let the water wash down over my body, wash her smell off my skin, thinking about my day ahead. I have a couple bike parts I need to pick up downtown. I promised my dad I’d go to their house and help him move some furniture.