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

ground, my back pressed into the soft grass of the field he’d brought us to. I whimper in protest as he rips his mouth from mine and begins a trail of wet kisses along my jaw, down the side of my neck. A squeaking noise slips past my lips as Blow nips where my neck meets my shoulder. The hand Blow had tangled in my hair is now running along the side of my bare waist since he’d removed my shirt. The blades of grass tickle my back, but I don’t care.

I arch further into his touch and not wanting to ever stop feeling his fingers trailing across my body.

Blow lifts his head back up to my lips, taking them in another demanding kiss. This time I decide to get in on the touching action and move my hands down his bare stomach. I’d removed his shirt when he’d taken mine. My fingers go to the buttons of his jeans, and I unfasten them the quickest I can without fumbling in the process.

With his jeans unbuttoned, I slide the zipper down, more than ready to move this along. To have the one thing I’ve wanted with him for so long. It’s embarrassing to say I’d kept myself from boys in high school, and after moving to the cabin to get away from Blow, I didn’t see the point in trying when my heart hurt. I was fine writing my books.

I want to scream in protest when Blow removes my hand from his jeans and breaks the kiss that I knew would be one I always remembered. Lifting his head, Blow meets my gaze, and words don’t even describe the look in his eyes. There’s something completely enticing about the shimmering lust in his eyes that also shows something else. This being something I’m not sure what to make of it. All I know is the glimpse completely shattered the barely up wall where he’s concerned.

God knows most people would call me weak forgiving in this way, but this is Blow.

My Blow. My Brenon.

Most people don’t even know his real name is Brenon, but I do. He’d told me one day when I asked him. I remember the grin he’d given me as he’d said it, Brenon Smoke Taylor.

“Tell me to stop now, sweetheart,” Blow rasps gravelly, bringing me out of my mesmerizing thoughts brought on by the look he’s giving me.

Licking my bottom lip, I whisper words I never thought I’d get to say, “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to take me.”

Blow’s eyes darken even more, and his mouth comes back down on mine in a demanding kiss. Releasing my hand he’d been holding on to, to keep me from touching him, Blow undoes the button of my jeans and slides his hand in to find I’m commando.

“Fuck, Storm, you’re already soaked,” Blow growls, fingers toying with my entrance.

I gasp in pleasure as he flicks his thumb over my tiny bud while he sinks two fingers inside my pussy. “Brenon,” I murmur, using his real name rather than his road name.

Blow’s response to hearing his name is immediate. Removing his hand from inside my jeans, he pulls back and pulls them completely from my body. Next, is him pushing his jeans down, his cock springing forward. Blow grasps the large part of him and gives it a jerk.

Oh. My. He’s larger than I thought he would be.

Moving, Blow lines his thickness with my entrance. Slowly inch by inch, he thrust in and pulls back till only the head is still inside me. Only then does he push further. When he pierces the barrier, I wince but don’t cry out in pain like I thought I might. I’d heard it could be painful, but it was only a slight sting.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Storm, sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me to stop?” he rasps, not moving anymore.

“Because I love you and have always wanted you,” I whisper, refusing to feel rejected at this moment. “Please don’t stop, Brenon,” I murmur, moving my hips in encouragement.

Blow groans but does as I want and starts moving. With each thrust forward, he brings me closer to orgasm. So close to the edge, I didn’t even see it coming when Blow reaches between us and circles my clit.

Moaning out his name, I let it come over me, washing through me. Blow’s tempo picks up, and he joins me several thrusts later groaning my name.

My heart leaps with joy at the sound of it on his lips.

This is how I always imagined being with him would be but even better.

5 Blow

Shit. I need a bullet put in my head for what I allowed to happen. I should have fuckin’ ended it with that kiss, but this is Storm. A woman I want as mine even if I can’t have her. She deserves so much more than I can give her.

Storm needs to go to college, make something of herself with how smart she is.

After pulling out of her pussy, fuck, I still can’t believe she’d been a virgin. I helped her dress and brought us back to the clubhouse. She’s still supposed to be on lockdown here. Needing space from her for a bit, I put her in my room and told her not to leave it.

In my office, I sat there and pulled out a bottle of Maker’s Mark from the bottom draw of my desk. Pulling the lid off, I lift the bottle straight to my mouth and guzzle a hefty amount down, welcoming the burn as it slides down my throat.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I never should have fucked her.

Storm’s innocence shouldn’t have ever been tarnished in any way, and me fuckin’ her outside like I did was fucked up. She deserved someone to give her hearts and roses. Which is something I’d never fuckin’ do. That ain’t me.

I need to get her the hell out of here. Maybe make her hate me.

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.