Steel Justice (A Romantic Suspense) (20 page)

“Whoa! Wait!” I say, laughing and trying to catch my breath. “I can’t just leave. I need to help Roger finish closing up the bar tonight. Didn’t you hear what I said about giving him notice? I don’t want to leave him in a bind. He’s been so good to me that I can’t treat him that way.”

“I have a confession to make,” he says in a serious voice. “I hope you don’t get mad. I’ve been talking to Roger about you every single day for weeks. I needed to be sure you were okay. He knew I was coming back for you as soon as I knew it was safe. And when I was able to ride again.”

To know Jesse has been thinking and caring about me this whole time chokes me up. Tears spring to my eyes.

“You’ve been checking on me? I wish I had known. I’ve never felt so alone as I have lately.”

“If you’ll remember, you weren’t returning any of my phone calls or texts. Any other man might have given up.”

I bury my head in his shirt and try not to cry. What if I had driven him away for good? I can’t bear to think about how things might have turned out.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I was confused about Ty and you and everything. And by the time I realized you had been telling me the truth about Ty, I was too embarrassed and ashamed to call you back. I felt like such a naïve idiot. It devastated me to finally accept who Ty really is.”

“You love your brother and it clouded your judgment. Luckily, I’m not the type of man to let things go. I told you it wasn’t over, and it’s not. Not now, not ever. You’re mine now. If you’ll have me.”

“You’re the only man I can ever imagine being with, Jesse.” Something he said stuck in my mind. “What did you mean about being able to ride again? Did something happen? Are you okay?”

He runs a steady hand up and down my back in reassurance. “Nothing that time couldn’t fix. I took a spill on my bike. Dislocated a shoulder, sprained an ankle, and had a few more bumps and bruises. No big deal,” he says with an easy smile. “I learned my lesson and I’ll take the curves a little slower next time.”

“Now I feel even worse to think that you were hurt and I wasn’t there for you. What kind of a bad person am I?”

“To be honest, I’m glad you weren’t there. I wanted to keep as many miles as possible between you and the Liberators. No regrets, Trish. Okay? Everything now is about the future, not the past. We can start fresh. It’s not too late.”

A loud rapping on the storage room door interrupts us.

“Trish! You still in there?” Roger yells through the door. “I’m leaving now. Turn off everything and lock the back door to the bar when you leave. Everyone else has gone home for the night.”

Jesse winks at me and I stifle a giggle.

“Okay!” I yell back. “I will.”

“Jesse?” Roger says after a minute. “I know you’re in there too doing God knows what. Can the phone calls stop now? You’re worse than my Mama about calling every damn day.”

Jesse smiles. “No more phone calls, Roger! I promise.”

“Alright then. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to continue whatever you’re doing. If you make any kind of a mess, clean it up.”

We wait silently until we hear the back door of the bar slam shut then burst out laughing.

“I owe that man big time,” Jesse says. “I hope I get the chance to repay him someday.” He takes my hand and opens the door to the storage room. “Come with me,” he says, leading me out into the now empty and dark bar.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he drags me toward the long wooden bar lining one side of the room. “Where are we going? I need to lock up.”

“Not yet. From the first night I saw you, I’ve had this fantasy playing through my mind,” he says. “No way am I going to miss the chance to act it out for real.”

He suddenly spins me around to face him. In one smooth movement, he picks me up and plants my ass on the edge of the wooden bar with my legs hanging over. I don’t know what he is planning, but he already has my whole body trembling in anticipation of his next move.

In an instant, his lips are everywhere, kissing every inch of my face and down along my neck while his hands pull my bikini top loose, exposing my breasts to the cool air-conditioning.

Jesse’s harsh intake of breath tells me how much he likes what he sees, his body stilling as he stares down at my breasts. The dark gleam in his eyes sends my heart racing.

“Wow!” he says, stopping for a long moment to look. “I’ll never get tired of this view. You take my breath away every single time.”

I don’t have time to answer before his head swoops down and he encloses a hard nipple in the heat of his mouth.

“Jesse,” I cry out, clutching the dark hair that I love so much as his lips seal around the nipple and sucks with urgent tugs.

Nothing has ever felt so good.

The feelings grow more intense with a hand inching up my leg and under my short skirt. His hands cup beneath my ass, half-lifting me off the bar as he reaches for my thong panties. With a strong tug, he rips them right off me and throws them on the floor, followed by my skirt.

“Those are my favorite pair,” I scold.

“I’ll buy you more, or even better, you can go without. Then I can rub your bare ass whenever I feel like it. Lie back. Those sexy as hell leather boots are staying on.”

He lifts my legs to place them over his shoulders while he scoots my ass right to the edge of the bar.

“Perfect,” he says, sliding his hands down my thighs. “Just as I imagined. Your pussy is lined up exactly where I want you to be.”

I lean back on my bent elbows, using them to support me as he takes his position in between my legs, which he pushes wider apart. His hand slips between my thighs and the next moment his fingers are skimming over my mound.

“You are so fucking wet,” he says with a deep groan, sliding one finger then two deep inside. “Did you miss me?” My tightness and heat clasps hold of his fingers, and his breath catches as he feels the sensation.

“God! Yes!” I writhe against his hand and hear him chuckle with pleasure. How I missed him!

“Show me how much. Rub your tits for me,” Jesse says, his eyes gone almost black with unadulterated lust. “Make your nipples hard while you watch me.”

Shy at first but eager to please him, I squeeze my full breasts together and tug on the large nipples. Without breaking eye contact, he finger fucks me harder, with each thrust almost lifting me off the bar while his thumb rubs my clit.

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful to me,” he says.

He spreads my legs wider and moves his head between them. My thighs quiver as he rubs his day-old stubble gently against them and kisses his way up my leg.

“I want to taste you,” he murmurs. “So many long nights I would have given anything for one more sweet taste of you inside and out. Sometimes I would close my eyes and remember how it felt to bury my face between your legs. Your scent, your flavor. I never dreamed I would get the chance to be with you like this again.”

Removing his fingers, he replaces them with his tongue. I buck hard into his face and he clutches my thighs, holding me steady on the bar. I fist my hands in his thick hair and bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

He looks up at me, his eyes mirroring every emotion surging through my body before using first the flat of his tongue and then just the tip to tease me.

Hungrily, I slide my hands from his shoulders down to grip his muscular upper arms. I can never get enough of the feel of his skin beneath the palms of my hand. A lifetime spent tracing the dark black tattoos lining his body will never be enough. I want to lick and touch every symbol, every letter.

I close my eyes in ecstasy as Jesse gives me everything I want and need, driving me to the edge of sanity when he touches my clit with his tongue.

“Open your eyes,” he commands hoarsely, raising his head to look at me. “I want to make you cum harder than you ever have so you’ll know your gorgeous body was made just for my touch.”

He murmurs sexy, dirty words to me, telling me how hot I am and how much he craves one more touch of me. How I am like a drug to his system that he can never get enough of.

Instincts take over, and all I can focus on is Jesse’s tongue grinding into my sex with delicious pressure. Now that I know that he is playing for keeps, I relax and give in to all the wonderful sensations flooding my body.

The empty bar fills with the sound of my moans. I’m past the point of being embarrassed by how good his mouth feels. Clutching his hair, I wiggle wantonly beneath his tongue. He nibbles on my clit and I cry out his name as a powerful orgasm hits, sending wave after wave of contractions through my body. When I float back to earth, he looks up at me from between my legs.

“You’re a living, breathing wet dream,” he says hoarsely. “I would have waited forever to feel you cum on my face again.”

Suddenly he slides me backward on the slippery bar. I clutch the edge, afraid I’ll fall off the side straight into the bottles of liquor. He chuckles and the sound thrills my heart. I love to hear him laugh.

“I won’t let you fall,” he says with a devilish grin. “Trust me, I’ve got you. From now on, I’ve always got you.” In one smooth move, he pulls himself up to join me on the bar then strips off his shirt.

I stare at him, awestruck. His tanned chest muscles are bigger than I remember. My hands quickly spread over his pecs and the large Steel Infidels tattoo running across the width of his chest.

“There’s one last part of my fantasy yet to be fulfilled,” he says. “Roll over and scoot up on your knees. See that mirror?” He points to our reflection in the long mirror behind the bar. “Don’t take your eyes off it.”

I catch a glimpse of our bodies. Jesse is shirtless, deeply tanned and sexy as hell. I’m sprawled out on the bar wearing nothing but black leather boots.

“Thank God for your vivid imagination,” I say. I turn over, tilt my ass high in the air, and brace myself on my elbows.

“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers tightening on my flesh as he gets a full view of what I’m offering up for his taking. “Damn, Trish. That’s just...
damn
. You’re driving me insane.”

I watch in the mirror as he kneels behind me, quickly unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants. With one hand, he pulls free his large, hard erection.

Oh. My. God.

“I’ll never forget how wild and sexy you look at this moment,” he says. “No matter how amazing my fantasies were, they never came close to this reality. I need you. So much it’s fucking unreal.”

He spreads my ass cheeks and fingers me one more time slowly before placing the head of his thick cock against my pussy. Grabbing a handful of my long hair, he wraps it around his hand and pulls my head back slightly. His blue eyes meet mine in the mirror. Just when I think the waiting will drive me crazy, he slides into me in one powerful thrust.

I can’t think and can only feel.

Slowly, he begins to move. He draws out inch by inch and then thrusts back in, increasing his pace and intensity. Each time, he sinks himself in to the balls and causes his groin to smack into my ass. I can’t take my eyes off the mirror. I love the sight of his cock appearing and then disappearing into my pussy.

Watching him fuck me from behind is wild, erotic, and primal.

“Please tell me this is as good for you as it is for me,” he murmurs before slamming into me a bit more fiercely and reaching under me to tweak my nipple in his fingers.

“Better than good,” I moan between thrusts. “You’re the only man who can make me feel this way.”

I’m so close when I hear his deep, rough groans. He angles his hips and plunges deeper than ever. I bump and grind back against him, seeking more. He grabs my swaying tit and massages hard.

“Yes...oh yes!” I cry out in a blend of agony and bliss. Another strangled moan escapes me, and my inner muscles spasm and clench like a fist around him.

His pace becomes a blur of stabbing thrusts, and an instant later Jesse climaxes with me. He lets out a choked curse and grips my hips to hold me tight against him.

I gasp at the visual in the mirror, watching how powerfully he loses control, just like everything else he does. No filters or holding back. Nothing but pure masculine energy pumping into me.

Jesse.

All man.

And all mine.

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“A
re you okay, sweetheart?” I lean forward to kiss my way down Trish’s spine.

“I may never be able to walk again,” she says with a laugh. “Other than that, I’m great.”

With a long, regretful sigh, I slide off the bar and adjust my pants. “We need to find your clothes.” 

“No,
you
need to find my clothes,” Trish says. “I’m not running around the bar naked. You lost them, you find them. Last time I saw them, they were flying through the air in that direction.” She smiles and points behind me.

I spot her clothes under a table and after retrieving them, hold up the ripped pink panties by one finger.

“Since these aren’t any good to you anymore, I’m keeping them as a souvenir.” I stuff them in my pocket. “Hopefully the skirt is still salvageable.” I toss it to her and she slides it over her boots and up her legs.

“Only you would take home panties instead of sea shells as a souvenir from Panama City,” she says. “I’m still missing a piece of clothing. Where’s my bikini top?”

I lean far over the bar to look and find it caught on a bottle of whiskey. After handing it to her, I walk around to tie the strings around her neck and back. Unable to resist one last touch, I trail my hands down her sides and grip her waist.

“Let me help you down,” I offer, sliding an arm under her legs and scooping her up. Instead of placing her on the floor, I sit down on a bar stool and cradle her tightly in my lap.

Trish gives me a mischievous look. “Let me guess. You have one more erotic fantasy you want to tell me about.”

I laugh and shake my head. “No. I’m done for at least another twenty minutes. Are you complaining?”

“Never.” 

She reaches up a hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, Jesse. Thank you for not giving up on us.”

I grab her hand and turn it over to kiss her palm.