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  MICK

  C.M. Steele

  A Steele Riders MC Novel

  Copyrighted © 2018

  Mick and Morgan

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  EPILOGUE

  Copyrighted © 2018

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  This book is intended for mature adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Adult Erotic Romance.

  Mick and Morgan

  “I’d die for you…”

  As the “Princess” of the Steele Riders, Morgan Steele is untouchable. A mere tattoo artist isn’t worthy of her, but Mick’s going to do whatever he can to win her love.

  Morgan wants her man and is going to do whatever she can to get Ewan “Mick” McMann to claim her body and soul.

  With the glitz of the Las Vegas lights and men fighting for dominance, Mick can’t hold back any longer. They believe the only thing standing in their way is the President of the Riders, but life has a way of shredding happiness.

  When a part of Morgan’s recent past comes to collect on unfinished business…Mick gets to prove his actions speak louder than words.

  Prologue

  Morgan

  It’s my sixteenth birthday. I’m feeling like a princess, rocking my pretty dress. It’s a gauzy pink gown that goes to my knees and flairs out. It’s everything cute, but my older brother Garrett, or Boomer to his buddies, doesn’t approve. He’s under the impression that I look like a woman. We’re having a massive party at Boomer’s house with a bunch of my classmates along with some members of my brother’s Motorcycle club. Boomer and my other older brother Jackson created this town Steeleville. I attended the high school next town over.

  They are my caregivers since our parents’ deaths. My brothers don’t approve of my clothes unless I’m covered from head to toe, but today’s a special occasion, so they’re not making too much of a stink about it. Many of my classmates showed up as we have the party in my brother’s home because they all think he’s gorgeous and the guys want to be on his good side since he’s one of the biggest businessmen around.

  “Your brother throws a wicked party. Too bad he won’t pass over the booze.”

  “Tony, you know damn well that’s not going to happen.”

  “Right, well if I’m a good boy will you go out on a date with me?” I search around the room for a distraction. Tony’s a good-looking guy—hot—most would say, but I’m not interested in him. He’s the typical jock, a player who bangs anything that gives him the time of day. I’m not that kind of girl.

  This is one of the many times I’m glad Boomer gave me that rule that Jackson helps enforce. “Probably not. Boomer has made it very clear that I’m not allowed to date until I finish high school. That’s almost two years from now. Why don’t you hit on Suzy? She’s easy.” I drop off the last word because standing next to my brother is a man wearing a Steele Riders patch. He’s truly hot and sexy. His hair has a reddish tint to it, and I wonder if this is the elusive Mick I’ve heard about but never met. I haven’t met most of the members because I’m in school and Boomer and Jackson only meet up with their guys a couple of times a month because they’re busy. I want to meet him now.

  “Too easy. Been there done that. I’m out of here.” Good. I nod him off because I don’t care for him. Hell, I forgot he was standing next to me. He’s friends with my other friend and the only reason he was invited. I don’t take my eyes off my brother and his friend. He cracks a smile, and I lose my breath for a moment. As if he hears my audible gasp, he meets my eyes. He stares just for a second before joining their conversation and taking a swig of his beer.

  “Hey, beautiful. I came over to save you from the Tony, but he must have seen me coming or maybe…he didn’t like to compete for your attention,” Jackson says coyly. I give him a cocked brow. “He was hitting on me again, so I’ve been staring at Boomer. Who’s that over there talking to him?” I ask him. I say it with indifference, but that’s not the way I’m feeling inside. I’m a wreck internally. I can feel a shiver creep up my body and I manage to tame it before Jackson takes a look back at me.

  “Oh, that’s right. You’ve never met, Mick. I forgot about that. Let me introduce you to him. We’ve known him for the past three years, but he works a lot for a tattoo shop in Dallas.”

  “I’ve only met most of your crew the past few months anyway.”

  “That’s because your young and we both don’t feel it’s right for you to be around a bunch of older men who you’ve got nothing in common with. Many of whom you know have been to war and back.”

  “If you trust them, then why does it matter?” I ask, taking a drink of the punch I made for the party.

  “We don’t want you to catch feelings for a guy who’s too old for you.”

  “Me? Catch feelings? Please. I barely like you.”

  “Come on, you little shit. Let me introduce you to the tat master. He’ll be starting his shop in town this week. It’s going to be across the street from the bank.” We walk up to Boomer and Mick. I’m doing my best to remain calm, but I want to run my hands all over his tats.

  My brother wraps his arm around my shoulder and asks, “Hey, Morgan, how are you enjoying your party?”

  “It’s good. Thanks, Boomer.” I press my head against his chest briefly. I’m doing my best to act nonchalant, but I come off bubbly I’m sure.

  “Yeah, I came over here to introduce Mick to Morgan,” Jackso
n mentions, tipping his head at Boomer.

  “Shit, I forgot. My bad. Morgan this is Ewan McMann or as we call him Mick.”

  “Hi,” I say with a fake smile. I feel unprepared for how gorgeous Mick is up close. It’s magnified a thousand times over.

  Mick

  I take a large guzzle of my beer. Fuck, I can’t believe that’s their baby sister, Morgan. Who the fuck said she could grow up to be so damn gorgeous? We’ve never met until now, but I’d seen pictures in Boomer’s phone. The girl in the pictures didn’t have luscious curves and flawless skin and hair. Her brown eyes have a light in them that is all new. I want to taste her glossy, plump lips. I’m fucked. Boomer loves her, and I’m confident that one day I’m going to steal her away. The dirty thoughts that cross my mind could land my ass in jail if I acted on them. Boomer would murder me if I even hinted at my immediate reaction. I’ve got to make my exit soon.

  “Hello, Princess,” I say. “Happy Birthday.” I tip my head just enough, but I don’t shake her hand. The urge to touch her soft skin is too much. Mentally, I’ve already pictured her naked body against mine. Her long dark hair is curled in a style where some of her sexy curls hang over her shoulder.

  “Thanks,” she murmurs, sounding ever so sweet. Wow, we’re not that far apart in age, but I’m over the legal threshold, and her ass is under it.

  “My brother says you’re the tat master, is he just talking out his ass or are you that good?” Her light brown eyes sparkle with flecks of green as she flirts with me. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t look away.

  “They believe I am, so I’ll take the praise of excellent businessmen.” This is the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had. Taking a compliment is a struggle because I’m doing my best to keep myself calm and collected.

  “That’s cool. Excuse me, but I’ve got some friends who just walked in. It’s nice to meet you, Mickey.”

  She walks away before I can say shit to her. Another two boys come in, and I’m pissed. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m thinking less than appropriate way about a minor and about to beat up her potential suitors. Fuck, did I just say suitors?

  “Don’t mind the brat. I busted on her for checking you out, and she got pissy. She’s in awe of all the riders. Although, you’re the closest in age. How old are you by the way?” I try to ignore that she’s crushing on the rest of the guys. It’s not hard for females to get worked up over them. They’re rough yet most handsome bikers I’ve seen, and as someone who has tatted up a lot of them, it’s a true statement.

  “I’m twenty-one.” I’m almost twenty-two, but I don’t want to emphasize the age gap between us.

  “Shit, you’re still a baby. We should have checked his ID,” Boomer busts my balls. It’s cool keep thinking I’m young. One day, I’ll be just perfect for the princess. I stay a while longer shooting the breeze with all the guys. I have shit to do. Getting everything ready for the shop is very important. I’m going solo until I can find the right crew. I want to make it the best it can be. Before I planned on doing that for myself, now, I have a future to prepare for, and a princess to win.

  Chapter 1

  Mick

  My mind has been on Morgan Steele all day as it always is. She leaves for college in less than a week, and I’m letting her go against my better judgment. There’s nothing I can do about it because she’s not technically mine. It’s four in the afternoon when her brother and the president of the Steele Riders, Boomer comes in. “Hey, brother. Are you ready to get this shit popping? The color’s faded like a motherfucker.”

  “Of course. I’ve got it all set up over here.” I take him in the back where my tattoo room is and set up the bed for him to get situated. The tats on his back, but it’s not too big of a piece that I’ll finish in an hour. He needs a touch-up on an old tattoo, and I’m the only one he trusts.

  I’ve owned Dirty Mick’s Tattoos for the past two years, and it’s been one hell of a journey. Since the day I met my princess, I saved up almost enough to pay off the shop while building up our future house. Of course, she’s none the wiser about my feelings for her. And it has to stay that way for a little longer.

  I’m in the middle of retouching one of Boomer’s old tattoos when he mutters out, “Morgan’s going on a date tonight.” I lift the needle off his back because I’m not mentally prepared for this. A burning ache fills my chest instantly. I can feel my hand shake as the rage builds in me. A vision of some little bastard running his hands down my fiery Morgan stirs in my brain. I do my best to shake it off because I need answers. Patience is the key.

  I don’t want to let on that I’m bothered by her with someone else. It should be me. It should have always been me, but I can’t just yet. I wipe off the ink, then get back to the next little section. Thank fuck I’m almost done. I don’t think I can focus that long right now. It’s as if he purposefully knew I would lose my cool, so he waited until the end. As innocuous and as calm as possible, I ask, “Why?”

  “Because she’s eighteen and as much as I want to say fuck no, she’s not a little girl anymore.” Damn it, wasn’t he just saying she couldn’t date? I guess that was about six months ago when she was still in high school.

  “I still don’t think it’s a good idea,” I reply offhandedly. I might go to prison tonight. I’ll be doing tats in jail for the next twenty-five. I wonder if it would be considered a crime of passion?

  “I don’t either. I have to let her grow up before she does something dumb in college trying to act old and worldly. All it takes is one frat boy to ruin her life.” He thrusts his free hand in his hair, trying to hold his temper together.

  “I’m done,” I tell him, turning around and placing my equipment to the side of me. It gives me a second to control my temper as I ask the question that may set me off. “Who’s she going on a date with?” If it’s one of the Riders, shit’s going to get ugly motherfucking fast.

  He adjusts himself into a sitting position, then gruffly says, “He’s a classmate of hers, Daniel Pennington. He comes from a good family who owns the ranch in Cornerstone.” Yep, I heard of them. They are everything Boomer, and Jackson would want for their little sister. Nothing about them rings hollow. They aren’t bikers like us. We’re not a violent group, but even though Boomer and Jackson ride, they don’t want their baby sister hanging off the back of a motorcycle.

  “Where’s the piss ant taking her?” I ask with my back to him as I get the wrapping and cream for his tat.

  “To the movies, then a bonfire. It’s where all the kids their age are going tonight,” he grumbles out, thoroughly annoyed.

  “Is someone going to go with them?” I ask. As one of the Steele Riders, it’s my job to watch over Morgan, so he doesn’t think anything of my question.

  He shakes his head as I protect the fresh ink. “Nope, I promised I’d loosen the yoke and give her some space for a night.”

  I shut my mouth tightly, then relax and stand up as if nothing’s wrong. “Okay. Well, I wonder what they’re going to see?”

  “I don’t know.” I guess I’m done early today. Boomer cuts out after I’m done putting the wrappings on his new tattoo.

  As soon as he’s gone, I leave Demi and Asher to work on the last clients of the night. They’ll close up for me. I need to go after her. She’s mine. I can’t let someone else steal her away even though I can’t have her yet.

  I don’t care what if it costs me my place in Steele Riders as Boomer’s lieutenant. The main reason I haven’t claimed her ass is that she needs to grow. At barely eighteen, I want her to be the woman she wants to be. Second, I still owe another six months of payments before the shop is legally mine and only mine. I’ve worked hard as fuck for the past six years to get a chance at my shop and Boomer gave it to me two years ago under a contract to complete property ownership. He could ruin it if I take his sister. I doubt that he would, but there’s a chance. Still, she deserves for me to be able to give her everything. If I’m mired in debt, she can’t be treated lik
e the princess she is.

  None of that matters if she finds someone else in the meantime. I’ve got to do what I have to—short of fucking my kid into her as I dream of—to keep her away from other guys. I jump on my Harley ride it over to the theater. I park it toward the back of the parking lot. They get out of his pickup, and I’m about twenty feet from them. I can’t let on that I’m right behind them, but I want to lay him flat as he takes her hand. She reluctantly allows it for a minute before she manages to slip her hand out like a good fucking girl.

  She’s wearing a pair of khaki beige shorts that are a little too short for me and a print tee with sparkly words on the front that I can’t make out. Her body has filled out even more than she did before. Her breasts and hips are getting ready for my baby. She’s too perfect. Her long brown hair hangs in a simple ponytail. I can’t let someone else have her. I’ve stayed away from women before I even met her.

  They go in, and I follow behind but out of sight. I hear him ask for two tickets to see the latest romance of the summer, “Open Hearts.” Nope, I’m not okay with her seeing a romantic movie with him. I’m ready to interrupt, but Morgan excuses herself and goes to the bathroom. It’s the perfect time for me to lay it on thick with the little pencil dick.

  “Danny boy,” I call out, stepping up to him I tilt my chin with intent. I’m about half a foot taller than him and got him by about thirty pounds. None of that matters because if he doesn’t keep his hands to himself, I’m going to find a sweet spot to bury his body.

  “Who are you?” he asks.

  I have my patch on because I planned to take her out of here, but I’ve got a better idea. Hiding my feelings but keeping dicks away from her is better than just claiming her with a promise for more later. “Your newest problem,” I inform him.

  He gets ticked and tries to come off hard. He’s a pussy. “What? Ah, don’t tell me her brother sent you to follow us.”

  I scoff, “No, he didn’t. I came on my own, and I’m warning you now, that if you even touch Morgan while passing her the popcorn bucket, I’ll chop off your nuts.” He swallows hard then glances toward the bathroom door and back at me.