Page 1 of Steal

Prologue

Steal – Twenty-Three Years Old

"Yes, right there, yes baby…." Faith says, gasping as she twists her hands in the sheets and moves her hips back against me with each thrust, causing slapping sounds to echo through the pink room.

A blinding fucking pink that a twenty-two-year-old woman should have grown out of it by now, but I'll put up with it because, like fuck I'll allow her in my room at the clubhouse. Fuck, I don't even allow the clubwhores in there, either.

Those bitches want a brother's patch, something I'll never give away. Don't get me wrong, I know Faith is one as well, but she's been my go-to girl since she was eighteen, after she made a pass at me, and it was easy not having to go running around, trying to find some pussy, especially when I refuse to fuck the clubwhores right now.

Faith grew up with me. Her father used to be an MC brother before he passed, and he has always been there. But Faith and I are not in a relationship, and I don't love her.

I don't love any girl, and I know she doesn't love me. The number of men she fucks is proof of that.

My soul focus is the club, and it helps that Faith's an easy lay.

My dad's the president of the Huntsmen MC, a brotherhood I'm due to take over within the next five years, with my best friend Travis, now known as Anchor, as my vice president. There's nothing I want more than to ensure I keep up the work my dad's done, to make him proud, and to hope the brothers can see I'm not some spoiled ass with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I need the brothers to see me as the hard-working man I've always been, and ensure they know that won't change, and that I'm still not that idiotic fourteen-year-old teenager who stole his dad's bike and crashed it, giving me the road name “Steal.” As busy as I am with the club, I don't fucking need a bitch.

Having an old lady is never going to fucking happen. A woman who becomes a brother's center, his life, is not my fucking thing, especially not right now; this bitch, Faith, is just easy.

Faith's cunt barely flutters around me with how loose she is but, fuck me, is she wet, which helps keep my dick hard, something I've been struggling with her lately. But, as I said, she's easy and it helps that we've grown up together….

I grip her hip and the headboard, and thrust harder into her, causing the bed to knock loudly against the wall, but I don't two shits.

Her moans get louder as I grunt, sweat building at the base of my spine, and my breathing picks up.

"Please, please, please!" she cries as I fist her bottle-blonde, shoulder length hair, and imagine the two clubwhores at threethis morning fucking each other, knowing Faith won't make me come.

I picture Angel, her bright blue eyes sparkling, lust shining through as Ginger eats her out, her curly ginger hair being fisted in Angel's hand as Angel arches her back and opens her mouth with a silent scream as she moves her hips.

And that does it; my balls tighten and, not willing to come before her, I let go of Faith's hip and find her clit, pinching it hard, causing her to detonate.

She screams, making me wince as I quickly pull out, not one for coming inside a girl, even wearing a condom. I grip my dick and gently tug it as cum spurts from my tip, and I groan as Faith collapses on her stomach, breathing hard.

Grabbing hold of her arm, I turn her as I pull the condom off my cock, and she opens her mouth willingly as I empty the condom into her mouth, and my dick twitches as she moans, swallowing my cum.

Her brown eyes darken with lust as she licks her lips, and I smirk as I climb off her queen size bed, trying to ignore all the fucking girlie shit she has in her dorm room.

Fuck, she's hung her cheerleader pompoms from high school on her wall, her uniform pinned underneath them.

"Have you spoken to your dad about me getting an apartment?" she asks as she covers her body with sheets while I grab my jeans, put them on, sans boxers, and slip on my boots.

I look her way as I grab my tee, and I state, "You fucked your professor, had a full-blown affair, then tried blackmailing him when he ended things because his wife had found out shewas pregnant; there's no chance my dad is going to rent an apartment for you, especially when you only have three months left of college."

Whether she graduates is another fucking question. She's been barely scraping by.

I grab my cut as she glowers at me and snaps, "I've been at college for four years, and like hell am I moving in with my mother when I graduate!"

I nod. "Yeah, I know, but you've also caused a lot of shit for my dad. Just be grateful he paid for your schooling after Cannonball died."

Her face turns red, but I ignore it and grab the condom, placing it in the bag I carry, not willing to leave it.

Rumor has it that she tried to get herself knocked up by Tracker, a nomad brother. She had a crush on him and wanted him to stay, but it clearly didn't work, especially when he found his old lady.

"Why don't you stay for a little while longer, baby?" she says as I get to her door, and I roll my eyes at her instant change of behavior.

Faith may be an easy lay, but she's also possessive and wants all the attention, and suddenly I’m wondering whether or not I want to continue fucking her.

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