Page 43 of Steal

Goddamn, I can’t believe I gave in….

“And your winner, Acid,” the announcer shouts into the mic, and Perrie cheers, making me laugh.

“You know Piston is going to kick your butt,” I shout to her over the cheering crowd, making her look at me.

“I’d like to see him try,” she says loudly, smirking, before she runs up the stairs to the ring and jumps into Acid’s awaiting arms. My eyes tear up again as I watch him pick her up and hold her close.

Piston and I lock eyes, and we both grin before I feel movement beside me. I turn, locking eyes with the dark gray ones I fell in love with….

Colt quickly breaks the kiss and moves his lips to my jaw and then down my neck. Instead of pushing him away, I move my head to the side, giving him more access, and my brain completely shuts off.

As he kisses down my body, he pulls my jeans and underwear down my legs, then removes my boots before my jeans, all while keeping his lips on my skin, sending a fire through me.

I gasp and arch my back as his mouth goes in between my legs, his tongue licking me from hole to clit, then sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. I try and close my legs out of instinct, but he quickly grips my thighs tightly and holds me open, and roughly sucks my clit in pulses.

I scream out in ecstasy as my stomach tightens and my orgasm takes over, and before I can come down, Colt quickly lays hisbody over mine and smashes his lips against mine, our tongues instantly touching, causing me to taste myself as he thrusts himself inside me, his length filling me to the brim, my walls squeezing him.

“Fuck…” he chokes out as he breaks the kiss, putting his head into my neck, and I wrap my arms around his head, my legs around his waist, and instantly I feel at home.

Damn, I’ve missed this….

I blink as Acid walks past us with my sister wrapped around him like a koala, and I grin before Piston stops near me, holds his arms out, and asks, “Do I need a doctor?”

I chuckle and say, “Yes, you do. " He raises a brow but soon grins when I state, “Doctor's orders: Go home to your wife and let her kiss your bruises….”

Piston kisses my cheek and says, “Love you,” and I murmur, “Love you, too,” before he goes over to where the other MC members are standing.

I can feel their eyes on me, but I ignore them and am about to head to the exit when I hear, “Yo, Cass, you sticking around for the next four fights?” Andthe feeling of eyes on me intensifies.

I turn and lock eyes with Viking, who can never seem to remember to put a flipping shirt on underneath his Rebels cut, showing off the large skull tattoo on his whole chest, and give him a nod. Steal steps up beside me, but I ignore him and walk toward the hallway, knowing I need to set up the med room.

Viking wouldn’t have asked if I was staying if he didn’t think the next four fights weren’t going to be bloody.

I walk into my medical room but pause as my eyes go to bed….

Colt slowly raises his hands, unlinking my arms around his head before linking our fingers and pressing them on the bed near my head as he places his forehead against mine.

My eyes tear up with how much emotion radiates from him—love—and it breaks my heart that he took me for granted before I left, that he never gave me his all while I gave him mine, but right now, I can’t seem to pull away from him.

Squeezing my hands, Colt moves his hips back and then thrusts forward, and I gasp as he finds my G-spot instantly. He quickly finds a rhythm, continuously hitting my G-spot, causing my stomach to tighten again—our gazes locked, making the moment intense. It feels like everything.

“Come for me, Trouble,” he rasps as his hips move quicker, and as if my body is under his command, my stomach tightens again, and wetness gushes between us, causing him to groan and lose rhythm before he thrusts, one, two, three more times, then bottoms out as he comes inside me, painting my walls. Suddenly, I’m grateful I’m on the pill for my periods….

“I meant what I said six weeks ago, Cassy,” Steal whispers, bringing me out of my head as he wraps his arms around me from behind, and places his face into my neck. My pulse races as his words swim in my head.

“I love you, Trouble, and I know you love helping people, but I can’t have you here unprotected. I know I can’t pull you away; you’re a strong, independent woman, but I’m going to be here every single time, whether you like it or not. You can’t expect me to be on the sidelines any longer.”

I swallow hard. After his confession, he helped me get dressed and kissed me, before leaving the room. However, he didn’t gofar. Instead, he stood outside the room until I left two hours later, and he walked me to my car. I know the only reason he hasn’t forced his way into my life after we slept together again is that he needed to focus on Perrie and Piston while Acid was gone.

Now Acid is back, and I know I’m going to get his full attention again, which, don’t get me wrong, is something I always wanted from him, to be his main priority, but it’s just four years too late. After I came out of my bubble, when he walked out the door, I felt dirty, not because I slept with him but because my mind went to him and Faith over the years I was gone.

Steal kisses my neck and whispers, “I’ll be outside, Trouble,” before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him, and my first tear falls.

For four years, I managed to concentrate on myself and my daughter, but having him around me, his scent, his voice, I can feel myself slowly wanting to fall into him, but I can’t.

He chose her, he chose his club, heck, he held a gun to my head.

I’m going to continue to choose me, but I need to think whether or not I feel safe with him knowing about our daughter, especially when I know he won’t go away, and it won’t be long until he finds out about her, and I’m scared he’ll either deny her or try and take her from me.

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