18

Mia

I followed Steel down the hallway to his rooms. His hand was firmly holding mine as if he was worried I was going to escape and run for the hills.

I wasn’t running.

I would follow this man wherever he asked and back again. I was worried this made me weak, stupid, or even foolish. But my heart didn’t seem to be able to keep up with my mind. Upon entering the room, I moved further inside, trying to ignore the messed-up bed sheets, sheets that were messed up by Steel and me. My body still tingled with the memory of his hands and mouth all over me, and between my legs was still deliciously achy with the stretched feeling of him inside me.

“Mia, are you still here with me?”

I shook my head slightly and felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I was so transparent when it came to this man. Sometimes, he saw everything, and sometimes, he couldn’t see what was right in front of his face.

“It is possible I am pregnant. I won’t know for sure for another couple of weeks,” I blurted out, not seeing any reason to prolong the conversation he demanded we have. I really wanted to know why he was smiling like me being pregnant was the best thing that could happen. Apart from the baby, it really wasn’t ideal. He was hooked on my sister, he slept with my sister, and he used to want my sister.

Argh, I hated that word.

Sister.

To me, it just reminded me of a childhood full of Callie being better than me, Callie receiving all my parents’ attention, and Callie not being able to do wrong. But me? I was always in all sorts of trouble and got blamed for everything. Not getting the money for the expensive clothing shops, not getting my hair done every four weeks to keep it pretty. Every cent went on her while I just got the scraps that were thrown my way. That included my parents’ love. They loved Callie, and they never hid the fact that they favoured her. Her birth had been planned and eagerly anticipated, but I was a mistake. My mother had sailed through Callie’s pregnancy without an issue, no stretch marks, no extra weight gain, a dream delivery, and the end result was a dream baby. She was not so lucky with me, suffering swollen ankles, gestational diabetes, high blood pressure, and thirty-six hours of labour that resulted in an emergency C-section from hell. Add that she didn’t get the boy she desired, which would have given her the perfect pigeon pair, and the amount of blood loss led to a necessary hysterectomy, leaving her with no chance of having the boy she craved, she blamed me. How I knew this? Because she and my father never let an opportunity go by without reminding me. Growing up in Callie Stone’s shadow did not evoke nice memories. So to have the man who owned my heart be as into Callie as my parents just added to my heartache.

Steel nodded his head slowly, his lips thinning.

“Is it possible to find out any earlier?” he asked, looking directly at my stomach.

“Um, yeah, I think there is a blood test you can get after seven days from conception. Why?” I was confused as to why he didn’t want to wait. I was torn between wanting to know now, wanting to bury my head in the sand and not find out at all, or being one of those women who magically gave birth without knowing they were pregnant in the first place.

“Mia, we could have a life that we created already growing inside your belly. I want to know for sure as soon as possible.” There was excitement in his voice that I hadn’t heard from him before. Was he looking forward to being a father even though I would be the mother? Or did he just want to know that the results were negative so he could breathe a sigh of relief that he dodged a bullet? God, I was so confused and pathetic. Why couldn’t I be more in tune with the woman intuition thing? Reading a man, especially this man, was totally beyond my abilities.

“Cooper, I—” My words stopped abruptly as Steel moved lightning fast and lifted me up into his arms. Then I felt myself flying through the air, hitting the bed with a bounce.

His body instantly covered mine.

“I fucking love it when you call me Cooper. No one calls me that except for you and Shiloh, although she calls me Unca Coop.” He smiled, and then his lips were on mine with a slow, gentle pressure that held a promise of great things to come.

Raising my hands, I found a length of his hair and combed my fingers through it. I adored his hair, and I loved it when he wore it loose. Occasionally, he put it in a bun when he did something where his hair could become a hindrance, similar to the way Darth did, but mostly it was down and straight. It reached past his shoulders but not quite as long as his club brother. And the colour. It was a sexy dark blond with lighter blond highlights. Some might have said dirty blond, but I didn’t like that description. There was nothing dirty about Steel’s looks. Only his glorious mouth had the ability to be dirty, beautifully and amazingly dirty.

I let out a long moan when his lips moved from my mouth and attached to the column of my throat, giving my sensitive skin the attention of that talented, dirty mouth as he licked and sucked in tandem, going back and forth between the two kisses. Arching, I gave him more access, and he took it, his five o’clock shadow scratching and leaving a red mark I was sure, as his mouth travelled over my skin. Hmm, whisker burn, another item struck off my bucket list.

“I could fucking taste your sweet, smooth skin all night.” He growled against the top of my breast, which was still covered by my T-shirt.

I must have stunk from the workout the girls, and I had in the dance room, so my skin should have tasted anything but sweet. Sweaty sounded more accurate. Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed that I probably smelt, I tried to push his mouth away.

“Babe, I probably should have a shower. Pole dancing for a couple of hours does not make me taste sweet.” I tried to put some distance between my skin and his mouth, but he was too strong, too far gone into the moment, and he wouldn’t have it.

“I fucking love it when you call me babe, too, and I really, really fucking love the thought of you dancing around a pole, but for my eyes only.” He sounded possessive like, well, Deck and Booth. Their protectiveness of their women was something to envy, and I had always wanted to have it, but Steel feeling that way about me? My dreams were made of that. But this was not a dream. No, right now was real. His hands bunched my T-shirt and bra under my chin, exposing my breasts. The quick action caused them to bounce.

“Another thing I fucking love. Damn, Mia, your tits are perfect. Your nipples are so pretty and made for sucking.” I couldn’t form a response as his mouth sucked said nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

“Harder, Cooper, do it harder.” I moaned, my hands threading through his hair and pulling his head closer to me. Oh, yes, this could definitely make me come. Most definitely.

His grunt of approval vibrated against my tempered skin, adding more fuel to my fire. He sucked harder and took more of my breast into his mouth, not just my nipple. Steel was making me burn. Making a meal out of me.

Steel released my flesh with a wet pop, but I didn’t have time to protest the loss of his mouth as he dragged his tongue along the valley between my breasts and down to my flat tummy, taking his time to kiss and lick there, too. Kissing his child maybe? I didn’t want to read into the gesture too much. I just wanted to feel. If there was a baby, we could deal with that later when my head was on straight, and I was able to acknowledge we may very well be a split family. Right now and at this very moment, I just wanted to feel.

Replacing my hands to his head, I urged him to go lower, to leave my belly and the love he was bestowing on it.

“What do you want, Beauty?” His eyes caught mine, the green pools lit with desire. If he asked, maybe I should just tell him.

“Your mouth on me and your tongue licking me. I want to come on your tongue,” I wantonly ordered him.

“Fuck, Mia.” He groaned as his hands ripped at my workout shorts, taking my thong with them, baring me to him.

I opened my legs and showed him where I wanted him. I didn’t have to touch myself to know I was soaked. I had been wet for this man for years—since the day my sister brought him to our place for the first time, riding behind him on his bike, the day I fell madly and deeply in love with him.

His hooded eyes looked at my pussy, but he didn’t touch, not yet.

I needed him to, though. I needed to come. My hands found their way down my body to my hot core. If he wasn’t going to touch me, I would do it myself. Spreading my fingers into a V shape, I opened my labia so Steel could see what he was doing to me. I felt the slickness of my cream, and I could hear his sexy growls for me.

“Jesus, Beauty. That is so fucking sexy. Put your finger in, just one, Beauty.”

I did as he asked and slipped my middle finger into my opening.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, baby. Fuck yourself while I watch.” Steel’s voice took on a desperate, needy quality. It turned me on even more to have Cooper Steel hot and bothered because of little old me.

I didn’t understand what had come over me as I couldn’t help but do as he ordered. Pulling my finger out, I pushed it back in again, my body working on its own. Warm breath brushed over my ultra-sensitive flesh as Steel growled again. Looking down to where he was between my legs, I saw him close to my pussy, watching as my finger went in and out of me, his eyes pools of dark emerald green.

Just as I was about to take my finger from my heat, Steel’s hand held me in place, then his tongue licked and swirled around where my finger was deep inside myself.

Oh, God, I felt his wet tongue as it circled where my finger had me spread open, licking my finger, too. I added another finger and widened myself further, opening me to his intense, hooded gaze. His tongue disappeared and made way for his whole mouth to devour me, full, open-mouthed kissing taking all my juices. And there must have been a lot. I was so close to that ultimate goal.

“I can’t get enough of you, Beauty. What the fuck have you done to me? I can hear your heart beating out of control for me.” His words vibrated through me, doing their job.

With one final push of my fingers, Steel’s mouth and tongue lapping deeply at my heat, I saw stars behind my eyelids, the burning flash of white robbing me of sight, and I came hard.

“Cooper!” My scream filled my ears as I convulsed over and over.

Steel didn’t let up with his mouth as he lapped up my release, and I went limp on Steel’s bed.

“I think the enter club knows you like to call me Cooper now.” Steel laughed as he crawled up my body to rest on top of me, keeping most of his weight on his elbows and none on my stomach. His chin glistened with come, and I found it so sexy.

Without any thought, I smiled sassily, then leaned up and swiped my tongue across his chin and lips, lapping up my essence from his skin. Where was this behaviour coming from? Was I not a virgin just a few days ago? And now, all of a sudden, I was some sort of sex maniac. This stud was changing me, but the question was would he want me?

“Beauty, you are playing with fire,” Steel warned, but there was no heat in his tone as his eyes danced with desire and satisfaction.

“Maybe I want to play,” I replied.

I got to play this morning and had heaps of fun. Maybe this time, he might let me get my mouth full of his juices.

Shaking his head, Steel dropped a chaste kiss on my pouting lips, the taste of myself still very much there.

“Nope, no time, Beauty. You’ve got a shift to work. I will drop you off, then I’ve got to go to the Bar and Grill for a bit. While I’m gone, there will be plenty of detail to watch over you until I get back and take over,” Steel announced. With one last kiss to first one breast and then the other, he rolled his body away and hopped off the bed.

I was dumbfounded. He didn’t want sex? What about him? I felt his hard erection through his jeans, so he was turned on. I didn’t understand.

“Mia?”

I looked up and saw Steel standing by the bed, smiling at me, his large bulge still very prominent behind the denim of his jeans. I could take care of that for him if he would just let me. Hiding my humiliation behind my hair, I gave him a tight smile.

“Yep, yep, I’m coming, Stud.” I injected some light humour into my voice even though I didn’t feel it. I needed to talk with Rainn.