Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

other place I want to be more than here, in this hot, sweet, wet cunt.” He lines his cock up to my entrance and slides in. His head falls forward as he mumbles, “Fuckin’ heaven.” Colt makes up for lost time and makes love to me. His strokes are long and blissful, savoring, enjoying the connection of us.

Sweat beads across his forehead as he grows closer. His rhythm changes to a harder and quicker pace. The movement changes everything. I feel the tightening of my core and so does he as he growls. He takes and gives at the same time, and I love him for it. My body tightens as the second orgasms racks through me and milks him.

Colt cusses and then stills while he spills himself deep inside of me, reuniting us and washing away the doubt. My man is back and with him he brought devotion. Hope blossoms in my heart and it’s because of this man. He has given me love.

22

Cowboy

I strut into the Battle Born MC clubhouse like a new man. When I first got here years ago, the club was shaken up by the men who led the group prior. I didn’t know if I would stay or not. Then Blade and his crew took over. The problem was I never fully committed and stayed in a stagnant state of nowhere. It was comfortable here.

Until it wasn’t.

Angie changed the way I saw myself. Little by little, she resuscitated a dead man. I breathed air for the first time. She tossed me on my ass, along with my old friend, Angus. The two of them really pushed me to be better. Now, walking into the building, I know where I want to belong—with the men who stood behind me at all costs.

I head straight for the garage and find Tank, Axl, Saint, Blade, Spider, and Pawn waiting for me. Each of them hold up a beer. “Welcome home,” Tank bellows. I take the extra seat and a beer. “Well, are you ready?”

“For?”

“Your first Team Building, of course,” Tank mock scolds. “So, let us have it. What are your blues, bank, and bitch status looking like?”

“Are you sure you’re ready to hear about the last thirty years or so of my life?” I raise a brow and look them all in the face. Not one flinches or goes to move. “Okay then, here it goes . . .” I tell them about all of it from start to finish. There are many beers passed around and the garbage can fills higher and higher as we drink and toss them away, each one comparable to throwing out old pasts and issues. I wanted to hide the fact that the baby Angie is carrying isn’t mine, but I hold nothing back. I tell them all the truth, every dirty detail of it up until an hour ago when I dropped Angie off at work after our afternoon picnic in the mountains.

I stunned them into silence. No one moves as I chug the last of my beer. The buzz starts to come on stronger the longer I wait for them to say anything.

“You almost left us?” Saint asks, confused. “I know this whole time I thought you were doing okay. I mean, you had your own way of doing shit, I didn’t mind.”

“No,” Blade steps in. “He was always here with us. Cowboy needed to trace his path just to see he made it to where he always belonged in the first place. I think we all do it at times, go back and check ourselves. It was his journey.”

“You knew he would come back?” Pawn questions.

“The Cowboy sitting here never left. He needed to go back, drop off his old baggage, and get back here. He dropped off the man he was and came back stronger. One I’m happy for, because he’s not being two men anymore. Now, he’s the man he believes in.”

Tank nods along. “I hear you, brother. I gotta say I’m fucking proud of you stepping up for Angie. I know what it’s like to have a kid not of your blood but who’s your kid because you choose them.”

“Fuck,” Pawn adds, “Tami took in my son and made him her son. By the time she was done loving that boy, you would have never known. I’m happy for you, Cowboy.”

I nod along, their words meaning a whole hell of a lot. “I believe all you mentioned helped me to see it. It was right in front of me, the things you all went through, but Angie cracked my chest open and made me feel the difference.”

“Deep, brother. And that’s exactly why we have our Ol’ Ladies, to keep us in check with the shit that really makes a man get up and do what he needs to.” Tank holds up his beer. “To the women that put the B in a beautiful life.”

“Every fuckin’ breath I take,” Axl adds, and we toast for the best parts of our lives—the women who hold strong and stand against the harsh weather with us.

“Just to be sure, what happens in Team Building stays in Team Building, and mention of the Ol’ Ladies never, and I mean NEVER, leaves the group. Understood?” Several laughs and ayes are devoted to the commitment of never leaking out club secrets. “Now that we got that out of the way, we have a surprise for you.” Tank stands off to the side and pulls a rag from over a table. “It’s time you earned your patch.” On the tray is ink and a tattoo gun. “It’s been a long time coming and no one in our clubhouse but Blade gives them. You ready?”

“Hell yes.” A few chairs are maneuvered, and I pull my cut and shirt away from my body, exposing my back. Blade sits behind me, placing the stencil of the Battle Born MC wolf logo on my back. He adds the words ‘You’re not born until you battle’