GABRIEL’S BABY: Iron Kings MC Page 3

“Yeah.”

  The light turned green and they rode until the next red light caught them. “Join me for a beer?” he asked as they waited for the light to change.

  She looked him over again. “Sure. Follow me.”

  He followed her as they weaved through town, pulling to a stop in front of a small house. “Doesn’t look like any bar I’ve seen,” he teased as he dismounted.

  “I don’t think drinking and riding is very smart, do you?”

  He chuckled. “No, I suppose not.” He followed her into her house. “You live here alone?”

  “Yeah,” she said as she moved to the fridge. She pulled two beers out and handed him one. “So you’re new to town?”

  “No. I grew up here, then moved to Charleston to be part of the Kings. Now that we’re opening a chapter here, I’ve come back.” He took a pull from his beer. “You?”

  “Born and raised here. I work at Michelin in their R&D department.”

  “That sounds interesting.”

  “Trust me, it sounds more exciting than it is.”

  Gabriel chuckled. “Doesn’t it always? I don’t even know your name.”

  “Call me Circe.”

  “Not your real name I assume?”

  Circe smiled as she led Gabriel deeper into her house. “No. It’s my coven name. She was an enchantress in Homer’s Odyssey who transformed those who offended her into animals.”

  “Call me Royal, then,” he said as he followed.

  “Royal?”

  “It’s what my brothers call me.”

  “Royal of what?”

  “Nothing. It’s just a nickname.”

  She smiled. Now that she was in the light, he could tell she was considerably older than he was, maybe as much as twice his age, but she still carried herself with confidence and was damned attractive. They settled onto the couch.

  “So what do the Iron Kings do?”

  “A little of this, a little of that.”

  She grinned at him again. “Okay. Outlaw or inlaw?”

  “Inlaw…mostly. The Coven?”

  “Inlaw. We’re just a bunch of witches who like to ride bikes.”

  “Witches, huh? Cast any spells lately?”

  “Did one tonight as a matter of fact.”

  “Oh really?”

  “You invited me out for a beer didn’t you?”

  He chuckled. “And here I thought that was my idea.”

  She smiled as she leaned in a little closer. “That’s what they all think, but you had no choice in the matter. Just like you have no choice now.”

  He grinned, liking the game. “What have you done to me now?”

  She leaned in closer, her mouth only inches from his. “You’re going to show me how much steel you have in your renegade.”

  He barked out a laugh. “I am?”

  “Ever fucked a witch?”

  “Can’t say I have.”

  “Want to?”

  He took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the table beside his. “Do I have any choice?”

  “None at all,” she said as she leaned in and took his lips.

  She was in entirely too much control. He accepted her kiss a moment, then pushed her hard back, forcing her onto the corner of the couch while kissing her furiously. Her forwardness had turned him on in a big way. This was nothing but sex, pure and simple, and he was going to fuck her until they were both sore and exhausted. He needed this as much as she apparently did, allowing him to burn off his frustration from earlier with some good old-fashioned, hard fucking.

  They wrestled out of their leathers, throwing them into the floor as their tongues forced their way into the other’s mouth.

  “Fuck!” Circe gasped as she thrust at him with her hips. “Not here! In bed!”

  He rolled off her and pulled her to her feet, but before she could turn away, he pulled her shirt over her head, adding it to the leathers, and roughly caressed her breasts.

  She moaned softly, then backed away. “You like my tits? You want to fuck them?” she murmured as she slid her hand inside his pants, firmly gripping his member. “Oh, I think I’m going to enjoy tonight,” she whispered before withdrawing her hand then stretching up to kiss him again.

  He pulled back from the kiss, and she led him down the hall. They stopped just inside her bedroom, shedding clothes as they kissed and tugged at each other, his passions spiraling out of control. She started to kneel in front of him but he tugged her upright, then shoved her roughly backwards toward the bed, following her to push her again so she flopped onto the bed.

  “So, a tough guy?” she asked with a smile. “That’s good. I like men who think they’re in charge.” She rolled away and rummaged in her drawer a moment before she came back with two condoms and three different lotions. She took his condom from his hand and added it to the pile of items on the side table. “You’re going to need more than one tonight,” she purred as she took him in hand again and pulled him into the bed by his cock. “I’ve put a hardness spell on you.”

  He grinned down at her. Maybe she had because he was throbbing in anticipation. “Is that enough steel for you?” he teased.

  She grinned as she pushed him over to his back and swung a leg over him. “Let’s see how long you can keep it.”

  As she swung her leg over his face, he drew her down, pulling her in tight and began to probe and lick, battering her clit with his tongue as she repeated his performance on the head of his cock. The woman had skills, that much was certain. They were in a duel, witch versus renegade, to see who could make the other come first.

  He continued to lick and probe, pulling at her lips with his own as he caressed her channel with his fingers.

  “Oh, fuck,” she gasped as her hips starting to pump, and he knew he had her. She began to moan softly as he continued to tickle her, pressing in harder with his tongue while her fellation increased in its intensity. After a moment, she became still, his cock still in her mouth, moaning around it while he continued to lick and probe.

  “Shit,” she sighed. “That one goes to you,” she smiled as she turned in the bed, reaching over to the night stand and picking up one of the bottles. “You like peaches?” she asked as sheathed his sword then squirted a liberal amount of lotion on her breasts and his body and smeared it around to make them slick. She then lay across him and wrapped her breasts around his cock. “Fuck my tits. Fuck them hard.”

  He thrust his cock between her breasts for a long moment, hissing in pleasure, before she pulled back and slid up, taking him inside as she settled over him with a sigh. He took a breast into his mouth, smiling at the taste of peaches as he tongued one of her nipples even more erect, before he pulled her lips to his.

  She was fucking the shit out of him, gasping and moaning, but tonight he had a secret weapon. Each time he felt his orgasm rising within him, he thought about the confrontation with Stella in the diner, and the orgasm withered and died. He reached over and after a bit of fumbling, found the bottle of lotion and squirted a healthy dollop into his hands that he smeared all over her back, sides, ass and legs, before pushing her up, and adding another squirt to her chest, caressing her breasts before pulling her down and wrapping her up.

  He drew his legs up and pounded into her hard and fast for several long moments, wrapping his hands in her hair and kissing her until she began to keen softly into his mouth. He pushed up, driving himself as deep into her as possible, holding himself there until he felt her relax in his grip.

  She collapsed into him, both of them panting hard. “Fuck,” she sighed, then smiled before she kissed him slowly. “Did you come?”

  “No,” he whispered.

  “No?” She smiled softly. “You better come soon or you’ll wear my ass out. I haven’t been fucked like this in a long time.”

  “You’re the one who put the hardness spell on me, remember?” he teased, holding her face in his hands.

  She twittered out a laugh then kissed him quickly on the lips before she rolled of
f of him, and presented her ass to him for inspection. “I must not know my own power.” She wiggled her ass. “But don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging.”

  He entered her slowly, pushing in deep with a sigh. He wanted to give her at least one more orgasm before he allowed himself to have his own, enjoying the game and wanting her to remember the Iron Kings when she started talking to her sisters.

  He pounded into her until he began to sweat and she began to moan softly again. He realized when Circe began to moan she was working up to another orgasm. He pulled her hair, making her gasp, pounding into her harder still, before reaching around her and pulling her upright, pressing her back into his chest, a hand lightly around her throat as he kissed her neck savagely, his finger massaging her button as he continued to pound into her hard and fast.

  She shuddered hard, bucking as she moaned while he struggled to hold her in place, until she lunged away with a gasp. She lay on the bed, panting on her side, but he wasn’t done. He flopped to the bed behind her, picking up another bottle, taking a quick look, then picking up the third. It was labeled as lubricant and he coated his cock with it, then squirted another splotch onto her ass. Unless she objected, he was going to ass fuck her because she seemed like the kind of chick who would dig it.

  He pressed in slowly, pulling back several times to pick up additional lubrication before pressing in again. They gasped together, her tightness incredible as he slowly forced his way deep. “Fuck!” he barked, the rarity of what he was doing amping him up.

  “That’s it. Fuck me in the ass,” she hissed, pushing back into him. “Fuck me in the ass until you come.”

  “Fuck, you’re so tight!”

  Circe smiled, though Royal couldn’t see it. She occasionally allowed men to take her ass, and she was in the mood tonight. Normally she was a one and done girl. A really good lover could sometimes get her there twice. But she couldn’t remember the last time she’d come three times in one session. Most men couldn’t last long enough to get her there more than twice. “Let’s see you not come now, you fucking asshole,” growled playfully as she clamped down on him with everything she had.

  “Fuck!” he snarled, feeling like his cock was in a velvet vise as he began to move. He reached around her thigh to begin ticking her again. She pulled his hand away, but he returned and began to caress her again. When she pulled it away the second time, he caught her wrists in his hand and held them firmly over her head.

  She began to struggle to pull her hands down as he reached between her legs again. If she asked he would release her, but not before. They engaged in a brief test of strength but she was no match for him. “Come on, fuck me!” she snarled pumping her hips as she continued to try to free her hands.

  “Shit,” he snarled, thrusting into her hard.

  “That’s it,” she growled. “Not so fucking tough now, are you? Not so fucking tough now!”

  He began to rumble, low and deep in his chest. He tried to think of Stella, to hold off his orgasm again just to show her he could but he was too far gone.

  “Fuck!” she gasped. “I’m going to come again. You’re going to make me fucking come again. Fuck!”

  He released her hands and rolled over, pulling her up onto him, holding her by her neck but being careful not to squeeze too hard as his other hand tickled her pussy.

  “I’m going to come,” he growled, thrusting into her as hard and fast as possible.

  “Oh, God…damn! Shit! Fuck!” Circe cried out softly as she quivered.

  Having her fall into her orgasm ripped away his control and he came, grunting softly as he spilled his essence into the condom.

  They lay gasping a moment before Circe rolled off him with a groan then turned over to face him. “Shit, I’m going to be sore in the morning.” She paused then smiled at him before giving him a slow kiss. “Thank you for that.”

  He chuckled as she snuggled in. “All part of the service.”

  She reached down and caressed his still hard cock before pulling her hand back with a sigh. “Normally I would like to go again in an hour or so, but I’m done. You fucked the shit out of me.”

  “It’s okay,” he said softly before kissing her on the shoulder. He didn’t plan to stick around anyway. Once she was asleep he would slip away into the night. She would understand, and if not, he didn’t care. He was just going to have beer with her in a bar to relax. She was the one who brought him home to fuck, and they hadn’t even exchanged names.

  As she relaxed into sleep, he felt the hollowness return, the hollowness he thought he was past. But seeing Stella, and this empty sex, had reminded him of…what? What he’d left behind? With a sigh he waited, staring at the ceiling, waiting until he could disentangle himself from the woman lying on his arm and return to his own apartment, and his empty bed.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Morning, Angel,” Stella murmured sleepily as Katrina crawled into bed with her. It was their normal morning routine. Stella didn’t have to be at work until eleven, and set an alarm for nine, but Katrina rarely slept past eight.

  “I’m hungry,” Katrina replied with frank matter-of-factness as she snuggled in, Ted E. Bear still gripped tightly in her arm. If she was in her PJs, Ted was with her.

  Stella smiled, yawned, and stretched with a long groan. She was looking forward to the days of getting eight hours sleep again instead of the five or six she was getting now. “Give Mommy a minute, okay?”

  “Okay,” Katrina chirped. She actually gave her about three. “I’m hungry,” Katrina repeated.

  Stella nodded and stretched. “Okay. What do you want for breakfast?”

  “Pancakes!”

  “You had pancakes yesterday.”

  “I want pancakes!”

  Stella snickered. “Okay, pancakes it is, but if you keep eating pancakes, you’re going to get fat!” she teased as she tickled Katrina to make her squeal and laugh. Katrina bailed out of the bed, and Stella chased her into the kitchen as Katrina shrieked in delight. As Stella prepared to make breakfast, Katrina place Ted in his own chair then climbed into her booster.

  While Katrina waited, chatting about whatever came to her mind, Stella pulled the recycled ketchup bottle with the pancake batter out of the fridge and gave it a good shake while the griddle warmed, then squirted out four small pancakes the size of a jelly jar lid. After a moment she flipped the four cakes, allowed them to cook a moment longer, then transferred them to a plate for Katrina. A tiny curl of butter and a dash of syrup on each one, a glass of milk, and Katrina’s breakfast was ready.

  While Katrina ate, Stella bathed and dressed for work. By ten everyone was fed, cleaned, and dressed for the day.

  “You ready, Monkey?” Stella asked.

  “Ready!” Katrina replied.

  “Let’s go, then. You have everything?”

  Katrina held up Ted for her mother to see, and Stella smiled. So long as they didn’t forget Ted, nothing else mattered. It helped Connie had a complement of clothes and toys at her house.

  “Into the car!” Stella cheered then chased her daughter across the room.

  “How’s my little angel this morning?” Connie asked as she opened the door.

  “Good,” Katrina replied as she entered and immediately headed back to her room where her toys were.

  “I’ll be by early,” Stella said, pressing the five twenties into Connie’s hand.

  “Thank you, dear,” Connie said, taking the money. She had given up arguing with Stella about it years ago. “No date tonight?”

  “No, Grammy, not tonight, but if it changes, I’ll call.”

  “I was just wondering. It seems like all you do anymore is work. I worry about you.”

  “Only a couple more months, then I can quit the diner.”

  “I know you must be looking forward to that.”

  Stella grinned. “You have no idea.” She gave Connie a peck on the cheek. “I’ve got to run. I’ll see you about eight-fifteen or so.”

  “We’ll
be here.”

  ***

  Gabriel swam up from the darkness of sleep and scrubbed his face. He felt like warmed-over shit this morning. He’d returned home and done the very thing he’d left last night to avoid. He hadn’t killed the entire bottle, but he’d dipped deep into it, drinking it out of a disposable cup as he sat on the mattress, back propped against the wall, and stared at the empty room. He’d done a lot of that after he left Stella, fucking whoever he could bed, drinking alone, or both, as he tried to fill that hollow place with sex and booze. It hadn’t worked, but with the help of his brothers he’d pulled himself out of it and gotten his shit together.