35

STEEL

I wanted to rip Mia’s clothes off and fuck her hard enough that she would still feel me into next week. My dick was so hard just from hearing her sweet, impassioned yes to my proposal and her sexy plea to fuck her, but I was not going to do that. This time, I wanted to go slow and memorise every single moan Mia let out of her sweet mouth, every touch from her soft hands over my skin, and every single heated look from her beautiful brown eyes as I made love to her.

She fucking said yes! I wanted to howl at the moon, shout it from the rooftops, and fucking paint it across the sky. Mia was going to marry me. She wanted to be Mrs Mia Steel. She wanted more of my babies. She fucking wanted me. All of me, a legless former sniper turned biker. Me.

I couldn’t describe how much I regretted proposing to Callie. It was an impulse decision and a fucking stupid one at that. Even though I knew she would say no, I didn’t think she would laugh and be such a bitch about it, but I guess I probably should have expected that reaction because Callie Stone was a class A bitch.

Her sister, though? There wasn’t one bad thing about her. She was kind, soft and sweet, and sassy and fiery. She led with her feelings, which I wished like hell I had never stomped on. But her forgiving nature was one of her best qualities, and fuck if I was not going to cherish this new chance she had bestowed upon me, a chance to experience her love. A chance to do it right, and with Mia at my side, I had the real possibility of leaving all that shit from my military days behind me. Well, at least push it to the back of my head where it belonged, and finally started living for real. But first, I had to exorcise one more demon. 

My heart thumped in my chest as we walked into our room, and I closed the door, quietly engaging the lock and leaning against it.    

Mia stood with the back of her legs against our bed.

Fuck, I loved that this was our room, our bed, our space.

Her beautiful, silky hair was in a complicated-looking style, a silver and jewelled clip holding it up off her graceful neck. Her dark eyes looked even darker with the make-up she’d had professionally applied for the wedding. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and didn’t need any kind of beauty enhancements. Most of the time, her face was free of make-up, except for a bit of gloss on her lips.

As I looked at her, sweat started to bead across my back and forehead. Fuck, I was so nervous about what I was about to do. I knew, logically, it had to be done, but the memory of the taunts still lived inside my brain. But this was Mia, my beauty, the mother of my unborn child and my soon-to-be wife. My whole fucking world. Licking my lips, I pushed away from the door and walked slowly to her, her chocolate orbs shining with nothing but love and happiness—for me.

Breathing deeply, I took the plunge I had avoided since the day I woke up in the army hospital without my leg.

“Beauty, will you help me take off my prosthesis?” My voice sounded like I had eaten gravel. I stood still and watched as my beautiful woman figured out what I really meant by asking her to do this for me.

Mia didn’t let me down and caught on real fucking quickly. Her eyes went from wide confusion to outright fucking jubilation. Her face was radiant despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Holy fuck, was I reading her all wrong? Did I ask this too soon?

“Mia, if you aren’t ready—”

Mia cut me off by throwing herself into my arms. I reacted quickly and grabbed hold of her heart-shaped arse, hauling her up my body so her panty-covered pussy was pressed hard against my dick. The bastard was hard and pressed painfully against the zipper of my pants. A-fucking-again. Christ, he was constantly at attention since he got his first taste of Mia. And even before if I were honest.

Her lips were all over my face, leaving not one bit of skin untouched by her lips. I could feel the wetness of her tears and tasted the sweet salt of them. I had to say. I was slightly confused. Okay, so her legs were wrapped tightly around me, I could feel the heat of her core, she was kissing me, and my dick was ready to go, but the tears had me perplexed. Then again, I was a man and didn’t understand tears. We were fucking unrepentantly and unashamedly scarred shitless of them.

“Cooper Steel, you just gave me the last step to my happily ever after,” she whispered.

Her mouth on mine stole my breath as hers mixed with mine. I knew this had to be good, but I still had the feeling I was missing something. My confusion must have shown because she smiled a megawatt smile, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest because I needed that smile more than anything else.

“I know you love me, and I know you want this baby and the life we will build with her, but babe, now I know for certain that you... trust... me,” she said the last three words with a kiss between each one.

Holy shit.

Trust.

I fucking trusted Mia with my life. My issues with my leg had all been mine, nothing to do with her. I never believed she would react like the other women. A fact I probably should have already conveyed to her, but I was an idiot, after all. I slowly pressed my lips to Mia’s, which were so soft, so plump, and so mine. Everything about Mia was mine and would be until I took my last breath on this earth. I angled my head and deepened our kiss. It was always like this, starting out sweet and soft but revving up in a matter of seconds because my need for her was that potent.

Her whimpered moan filled my senses as her tongue slid over mine, sucking it deeper into her mouth, making me moan. Making me hard as fucking steel. Without breaking the kiss, I turned us and walked back to the bed.

“Take it off, Beauty, and then make love to your man,” I whispered. I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, I had no fucking clue, but the number of ways this mission could go wrong was phenomenal, and my gut churned, feeling like battery acid had taken up residence in there, just at the thought of my Mia in danger. I couldn’t lose her, it was unacceptable, and clenching my fists, I suddenly felt the intense need to go work out, to punish my body until I couldn’t feel anymore.

“Hey, babe, look at me,” Mia demanded from on her knees in front of me, her hands resting on my thighs.

Instantly, I relaxed with her touch. It was all her—her touch, her voice, her support, her fucking delectable body, which drove me insane with lust and need, and her carrying my baby safely inside her. I raised my eyes and looked straight into her chocolate ones. I hoped our baby girl had her mother’s eyes, which were so kind and like a window to her soul.

“I don’t want to think about anything other than you being deep inside me, your mouth on me, and your hands soothing my burning skin. I burn for you, Cooper, ache with need for you. I love you.” She finished in a whisper, her words a match to the flame that was my heart.

Reaching for my belt, I made quick work of removing it and my pants and shoes. Next, I stripped off my dress shirt and sat there naked with Mia still on her knees in front of me. Her eyes were firmly on my hard as steel dick that was currently bobbing against my lower stomach. Her clever tongue swiped across her bottom lip, leaving wetness, which I wanted to suck away. Her taste imprinted on me, I wanted more all the fucking time.

I watched as her hands moved in a gentle pattern over my thighs and then lower. One hand traced a path all the way down to my calf while the other... Oh shit. I couldn’t help but tense as she touched my prosthesis. Today, I had on my usual every day one, which was just the regular plastic kind. It was lightweight, and I found it more comfortable to ride my bike and do just the normal, everyday stuff at work with it. I had two others, a titanium one and a sports blade. I still enjoyed running, and the blade was fantastic for that. I guess I was luckier than others were with it being a transtibial amputation, and I was finally starting to realise that now with Mia’s help.

Mia reached down and clicked the button at the bottom of the prosthesis, just near where my ankle would normally be. Taking off the leg, I watched in awe as Mia removed the socks and then the liner, which had a pin at the bottom that clicked into the prosthetic. She did all this on her own with no words, no awkward questions or fumbling. Fuck, she must have researched it because that was the only way she would have known how. Not even Mannix had helped me with this procedure, no one other than the hospital staff when I first got it had. Christ on a crutch, how was it possible that I loved this beautiful woman even more right now?

Without any prodding, Mia reached for the lotion and squirted a small amount into her palm, then gently massaged it into the end of the stump and around the top where the suction of the prosthesis could cause redness and, at times, sores if the suction wasn’t right. I felt tears prick at my eyes when her head lowered and she placed the gentlest of kisses right there, the ugly scars and puckered skin that haunted me being tendered to with love by my woman.

Her eyes reached mine, and I saw nothing that even resembled disgust. Just love.

Pulling her to me, I held her sexy body against my naked one. I needed to bury myself in her for the next five hours until the sun came up. I needed to feel her slick walls choking my dick as she came beneath me and over me. But I also needed a moment. This was the last step to acceptance of who I was now, a big fucking step, fucking huge. Overwhelmed with feelings, I took a moment and buried my face in the crook of Mia’s neck. Her soft, warm skin like a welcome as I let the tears I felt earlier fall.

“Thank you, my beauty.” I sobbed.

“Always, my love,” she whispered.

Finally, I felt whole again.