Chapter 7

The restof dinner flew by as we talked and ate. I had another glass of Moscato, but then switched to water. I don't need alcohol clouding my judgment. I'm already teetering on the edge of wanting to be Steel's.

Erica brings us the check and I reach for it, but Steel is quicker, snapping it out of her hand. "I asked you to dinner, so I'll take care of the bill."

"That's not necessary. I can pay my half, just tell me what it is."

"Not happening, baby. This is a date and a gentleman always handles the bill. Didn't I tell you I'd treat you right? That includes paying when I take you out." He puts a card in the book with the check and slides it to the edge of our table. Erica grabs it on her way to the kitchen and returns with it moments later. Steel uses the pen she left and scribbles on the receipt before slipping his card back into his well-worn leather wallet.

"Come on, Iggie." He holds a hand out to me when he stands from the table. I lace my fingers with his and let him lead me toward the exit.

"Hey! Wait up!" a female voice calls out from behind us.

We stop and turn around to see Erica walking briskly toward us, determination shining on her face. "Is everything okay?" Steel asks. She looks at him like he just told her the grass is pink.

"I think you have an error on the receipt. You left a two hundred dollar tip. I think you added an extra zero on accident, so I just wanted to let you know I caught it and will only run it for twenty."

"No error. Merry Christmas, Erica." He smiles at her and we turn, leaving the restaurant.

As we get to the passenger side of the truck, Steel presses me against the door and steps closer so our chests are touching. "Tell me you don't want tonight to end. That you aren't scared of me," he whispers.

"I'm not scared of you, Steel. I'm scared of how you make me feel. The life that you live isn't meant for someone like me. It'll chew me up and spit me out." It's the truth. I'm not worried that Steel will hurt me like he did that guy back at Howards, but I am worried about his lifestyle.

His club is dangerous and I'm not even willing to dip a pinky toe in the criminal life. I want to help people, work at Howards, and do their charity. I have so many goals and none of them involve joining a gang or learning to drive a motorcycle.

"You don't have to join Hell"s Mayhem or even partake in anything I do with them. Some of the guys have old ladies–or wives, as you'd call them. They aren't part of the club. Sure, they come to the parties if they want to, and a few even help out around the clubhouse, cooking or cleaning, but otherwise, they stay at their own houses. Have jobs, the whole normal life thing. They're just madly in love with a member of my club."

"Okay," I whisper, looking up into his eyes.

His coffee-colored eyes bounce back and forth between mine. "Okay, what, Iggie?"

"I don't want this night to end," I admit. A low grunt-like noise leaves his throat and his lips slam down on mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I open up and it instantly slides inside, gliding over mine like a sensual massage. He tastes like mint and citrus, a combination I can't get enough of.

Steel groans as he sucks on my tongue and the sensation goes straight to my cock. I can feel he's just as affected by me, his hard length pressing against my belly. One of his calloused hands cups the side of my face as he continues his attack on my mouth.

"Let's go for a walk," he breathes heavily when he pulls away, my hand clasped in his.

He doesn"t let go as we walk down the street, looking at the holiday displays in the store windows. I wish Howards had a pretty display, but all Susan puts up is one shittily decorated tree and a sign that says Happy Holidays. It's pathetic and when I get the promotion I applied for, I'm going to change that.

You can't expect others to donate during the holidays if the store doesn't scream holiday cheer. We don't even have a box set up for toy drives or clothing for the local homeless foundation. It"s ridiculous.

I'm so lost in my inner bitchfest, I'm not paying attention to where we're headed until I'm jerked to the right into the mouth of a dark alley.

"Whaaa…" I start as my heart begins to beat faster in my chest. I lick my lips nervously. What the hell is Steel doing? Why are we in the alley? He says nothing, just pushes me roughly against the side of one of the buildings encasing the alley, and puts his mouth on mine once more.

"I couldn't stand not having my lips on you," he murmurs against my cold, wet lips.

A groan sneaks out at his words. I've never felt as wanted or desired as I have by this man in the short time I've known him. He's lit an inferno inside me that I'm not sure how to put out.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, peppering sweet, soft kisses down my neck.

"Yes." I lean my head back and feel the roughness of the bricks bite into my scalp.

Without another word, he drops to his knees in front of me and cups my cock through my slacks.

My eyes widen as I look down at him through my lashes and shiver. This large, strong man is on his knees like he's about to worship at my altar. He rubs my dick before reaching up and unbuckling my belt and slacks. Agonizingly slow, he pulls them down my thighs just enough that my cock can spring free.

He groans when he sees I'm sans briefs today, but I was running late and forgot. He places a kiss on the slit of my swollen, red tip and I close my eyes briefly before remembering where we're at.

"What are you doing?" I gasp.

"I want the taste of you branded on my tongue as a reminder of what I'm working toward. Told you I'm not a saintly man, but I want to be when it comes to you. I want to give you the world, baby. Now, I'm going to taste you. Let your cum be a reminder of how good you can be for me and how fucking wild you drive me."

There's no time for argument or even for me to push him back and pull up my slacks. His mouth opens, and he devours my cock, sliding it to the back of his throat instantly before swallowing.

"Fuuuck," I moan.

Steel bobs up and down my shaft like it's fall, and he's trying to get the best apple from the tub. Up and down, repeatedly, at a steady pace. His tongue swirls around my mushroom head each time he pulls back, but he never fully releases me from his warm mouth.

One of his hands glides up, sneaking between my legs and two fingers stroke my perineum. Fucking Christ! I can't believe I'm getting a damn blowjob in an alley where anyone could see. I can also feel pre-cum dripping from my tip like a leaky faucet, but Steel doesn't seem to be turned off by it.

He looks up at me through his thick lashes and I almost come undone at the vision of my cock down his throat. He works me more, increasing the pressure of his mouth around my shaft.

The hand that's not rubbing the sensitive flesh between my balls and asshole wraps around the back of my right thigh and squeezes hard. I'm going to have bruises and I honestly can't be bothered to care.

"Come for me, baby. Flood my mouth with your sweet taste," he orders when he pops off my cock for the first time since he started. Instantly, his warm mouth envelops my dick again, and my hips thrust of their own accord. I'm so close that I'm chasing my release right along with Steel.

When his left hand squeezes my thigh roughly and his teeth graze my shaft, I"m done for. My hips snap forward one more time, lodging my erection into the back of his throat as I spasm and shake. Cum shoots out in ropes and Steel swallows every last drop.

We make eye contact as he pulls off, dragging his tongue along the underside of my length. He licks his lips and gingerly tucks me away, buttoning my slacks as if nothing happened.

He stands to his full height and I notice the knees of his jeans are soaked through from the cold, wet ground of a Midwest winter. He kisses me softly and I can taste myself on him, which has my dick twitching like it's ready to go another round.

I'm not stupid. I know it's my turn to repay the favor. Nervously, I reach down to the button of his jeans and begin to fumble with it.

Steel removes his lips from mine and pushes my hands away. I look at him with a raised brow and push my glasses up my nose. Does he not want me to suck him off now? Everyone else I've been with has always wanted reciprocation.

"Nuh uh, baby. This was about you. About getting a sample of my sweet boy, so I know he's worth being good for. To show you I'll treat you like a king whenever I can. But mark my words, Iggie, sometimes when we're alone in the bedroom, you'll be my little whore instead."

I swallow hard and whimper.

"You like that don't you, Iggie? You wanna be a king in public, but a dirty whore for me in private?"

"Yes," I tell him, loving how he's speaking to me. I've never been talked to like this, but I better get used to many more firsts if I'm going to be with Steel. He's unlike anyone I've ever been with before. I just hope this doesn't bite me in the ass later.