Steel My Soul (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

waistband of my slacks and pulling me backward into him. I felt the press of his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, just once, before he whirled me around and threw me against the wall of the house.
    Crash pinned my arms above my head against the wall, pressing his whole body against mine with an undulating roll of his hips that signaled precisely what he meant to do to me.
    I could not be more ready.
    His kiss had me melting from the inside out, lava flowing to my veins and like a volcano I was ready to explode at any moment. "You got a condom on you?" I asked him, unable to keep the begging note out of my voice.
    Crash let one of my hands go as he reached into his back pocket. "All set," he growled into my neck.
    I slid out from under him, my hand still laced in his and pushed my way into my darkened apartment. It was a tiny studio, one of four in a converted barn, and exorbitantly expensive on my commission salary.  But in this moment I was thrilled that I lived alone.
    We grappled and danced our way across the small room to my futon bed. I lifted my work blouse over my head and Crash descended upon my breasts like a starving man, yanking down my bra straps and exposing them to his hungry lips. "God damn," he half growled, half moaned, as he curled his tongue around my stiffened nipple and suckled in between his lips. I moaned and threw my head back, arching closer to him, full of wild abandon. Everything I was doing right now was exactly the opposite of how I'd promised my mother I'd act, but once a slut always a slut.
    And sluts have more fun anyway.
    Crash pulled back. "God damn," he repeated, and his eyes raked over my body in such a lascivious way that I felt like the most delicious piece of meat. He devoured me with his eyes. "Your skin is incredible."
    I reached out for him, shoving the jacket off of his shoulders. He let me drop it to the floor then yanked his black T-shirt over his head. I gasped and stepped back, falling back onto the bed and bouncing slightly while I stared at his torso.
    "Shit, you're incredible," I slurred slightly, drunk on the sight of him. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were all sculpted to perfection, not with gym -honed glamour but with the hard ranginess of a man who has to use his body for a living. He looked like a man who could work with his hands, a man who could lift me over his head with no trouble. There was a mass of tattoos that covered practically every inch of his skin, emblazoned like flames across his flesh. I could not read them in the low light, but I deeply wanted to.
    "Stop your bullshit," he growled, and I couldn't tell if he was pleased or not. His lip curled slightly into a snarl before he seemed to regain mastery of himself.
    I hesitated. "You okay?"
    He shook his head as if to clear it. "You talk a lot," he said, like it was an observation that was just occurring to him.
    "I'm sorry?" I didn't know what he was getting at.
    That boyish smile returned, the sheepish, charming half smile that nearly knocked me backwards with that sexiness again. "Keep talking," he ordered.
    "What do you want me to say?"
    He pressed a firm hand to the center of my chest. "Talk about yourself or some shit."
    I lay back on the bed as he hovered above me. "And what are you going to do while I talk?"
    He trailed his fingers down my torso and hooked them underneath the waistband of my slacks. "I'm going to see how long you can make any sense while I do this."
    He yanked the pants over my hips, and let them fall to the ground. I moaned and arched to him, but he shook his head. "Talk," he commanded.
    "Oh my God, okay, uh," I stammered, as his thick fingers took hold of my lacy white thong. "Okay well, the first thing you should know is I don't usually go home with strange men."
    "Mmm hmmm," Crash bent his head down and exhaled, his breath whispering past my bare thighs. I immediately broke out into goosebumps. "And uh," I shivered," my name is Gabi, with one b, and an i, not a y and