Gio (Steel Demons MC #6)

Chapter 11

Harper

O utside the window the birds chirped. I kept my eyes closed and smiled as I noted all the delicious aches in my muscles. I slept with Gio. No, I did so much more than sleep with Gio. I fucked him. He fucked me. We shared pleasure and orgasms. We talked dirty and did dirty, dirty things to one another.

It was fantastic.

And it was over.

His warm body was curved around the back of mine, his muscles pressed against my back and one arm hung lazily around my waist. It was a nice sensation. It was better than nice, in fact, and I let myself savor this feeling for one moment. Okay, maybe two moments because my body was warm and still lit with the buzz of a proper post-orgasmic hum.

There was even a ringing in this distance that could’ve been warning bells or my libido telling me to get one more orgasm in before it was time to pack up and leave Nevada behind for good. Again.

The ringing persisted and I opened my eyes. Dammit the buzzing wasn’t the buzz of bliss but of a vibrating phone. My phone. I jackknifed up into a sitting position and looked around the room, the only light a sliver of sunlight that filtered a stripe across the bed.

I reached for my phone and squinted at the screen. Nicole. I cleared my throat and rubbed my eyes. “Hello?”

“Harper, good job on the foster kids’ thing. The place looked fantastic, and the event host was beyond satisfied with your work.”

I frowned, unable to understand this complimentary version of my boss. “Thank you, Nicole.”

“Right. Of course. Serena is thrilled, of course, because she’s been wanting to expand into the Vegas market.”

I rolled my eyes at the emphasis she put on Vegas as if the word alone tasted like shit on her tongue. “I’m glad I could help. I’m headed back this afternoon once I make sure the venue space is set back to rights.” I resisted the urge to look at the sleeping hottie behind me, afraid my resolve my crack.

“Oh no you’re not,” Nicole said, her tone unusually even. “Serena has, against my better judgment, ordered that you stay put.”

“But I thought you said—”

Nicole cut me off, which I swore was her favorite thing to do. “I did. There are two events coming up over the next five or six weeks. A Week of Stars which is for a bunch of childhood cancers,” she added dismissively. “It’s a week-long event, fundraisers every night, all themed with varying guests lists. According to Serena it’s a who’s who of Vegas, whatever that means.”

I rolled my eyes. Again.

Gio’s phone rang and my whole body stiffened. Thankfully Nicole didn’t notice, not that it was any of her business.

“Anyway, there’s another event that’s smaller but just as important. A political fundraiser for a state senator that’s being held in ten days. Say you’re up for this, Harper.”

I grinned because I was more than ready to move to planning my own events, but I finally peeked over my shoulder because there was one thing I wasn’t yet ready for. Staying here in Steel City and dealing with the fallout of sleeping with Gio. And the fact that I wanted to keep sleeping with him and I no longer had the protection of distance to keep me from doing it. “I’m up for this, Nicole.”

“Excellent. I’ll send you all the details today. Call if you have questions or need help.” Nicole, as usual, ended the call before I could ask any questions.

Bitch.

I was thrilled at the opportunities Serena, the owner of the company, was giving me but I wasn’t as thrilled about the prospect of staying in Las Vegas or Steel City. There was Gio and then the matter of the bikers who may or may not be out to get me.

Shit. Things would definitely get awkward now. Wouldn’t they?

“Yeah, Cole, she’s fine. I’m fine too.”

Yep, definitely more awkward. I turned on the bed and watched the planes of his back move as he sat up and readjusted on the bed. Cole, my stupid, meddling, overprotective, loving brother. He was the reason Gio had been so hesitant at first, which meant last night was definitely a one-night event.

He turned to face me, a sheepish smile on his face. “Just checking in,” he mouthed to me as he nodded at whatever my brother was saying. His gaze, dark and intense, raked over my naked body while he casually chatted with my brother. “Yeah, positive. Annoying but safe. And she’s leaving today or tomorrow.”

I shook my head at those words and pointed to my phone as if that was some sort of explanation. My nipples stiffened at the heat in his gaze and the way he reached forward and traced a thin line up the inside of my thigh.

Gio stood and turned to face me while he nodded and chatted with Cole. “Yeah, I’ll make sure.”

His gaze was like fire on my skin and suddenly I didn’t care about any awkwardness or the fact that I had to stay here. All I cared about was this moment with this man, right now. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs, sliding my hands up the insides of my thighs, enjoying the way his gaze riveted in on my slick center.

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’m listening.” He sighed heavily. “Hollywood’s release has been delayed. Shutdown at the prison.”

One hand fell between my thighs, massaging my clit with my palm, fucking myself with two fingers. The other hand pinched my nipple, and I smiled at the pained expression on Gio’s face, licking my lips at the way his cock surged to life and pointed to me.

His nostrils flared and then he knelt on the bed and mouthed one word to me. “Naughty.”

I licked my lips and arched into his touch. “Oh!” My hips bucked when Gio added one of his thick fingers to mine, filling me up completely. He pumped his finger in time with mine and my body vibrated with electricity. “Fuck,” I whispered.

Gio pulled his finger free and sucked it clean before pressing one finger to his lips to quiet me. “Quiet,” he mouthed with a smile. “Yeah, she’s around here somewhere. Want to talk to her?”

I shook my head. There was no way in hell I could talk to my brother right now, when I had two fingers in my pussy and I was this close to a good morning orgasm.

But Gio’s face tilted into a mischievous grin that stole my breath and distracted me just enough that I accepted the phone before I realized what I was doing. “It’s Cole,” he said loudly to make sure Cole didn’t realize we were in bed together.

I fell back against the bed and closed my eyes, saying goodbye to that good morning orgasm. “Hey Cole. How’s it going?”

There was a smile in his voice when he greeted me. “Harp, I’m good. How are you holding up?”

I knew what he was asking, and I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, thankfully. “Yeah, I’m fine. Like Gio said, safe and annoying.” My eyes slammed open at the feel of Gio’s finger as it sank into my hungry pussy. “So fine,” I whispered.

Gio put a finger to his lips, a reminder to keep quiet.

I pointed to the phone with wide eyes. How in the hell was I supposed to keep quiet while he was touching me like that? “Yeah, Cole. I was a little scared but I’m good.” I kept my eyes shut and reveled in the way Gio touched me, his strokes alternated between long and slow and gentle, and hard, fast and demanding. My breathing shortened and my hips rolled, my mind focused more on Gio’s fingers than whatever Cole was saying.

“Harp, you still there?”

I nodded and sat up, grabbing Gio’s wrist to still his movements. I clamped my thighs tighter around him when he tried to pull away. “Still here, Cole.”

“I’m gonna be gone a little longer than expected so maybe I’ll swing through before heading home.”

“No need,” I told him and pushed up onto my elbows, my gaze fixed on Gio’s. “I’m not leaving just yet. I have two more events to plan so I’m here for another month. At least.” I held my breath and scanned Gio’s face for his reaction. Was he happy or was he disappointed that he wouldn’t be seeing the back of me?

“That’s good. Gio will keep an eye on you until I get back.”

I groaned and my eyes fluttered shut when Gio used his shoulders to spread me wide and started finger fucking me again.

Cole laughed. “Gio isn’t that bad. You used to have a big crush on him,” he reminded me with another laugh.

I let out a strangled laugh. “Maybe I still do,” I shot back and ended the call.

“You’re staying,” he said, his gaze fixed on my face, studying me.

“I am,” I replied breathlessly. “Are you okay with that?”

He nodded and laid on the bed, chest down, with his head between my thighs. “I am, but,” he began and closed his lips around my clit.

I cried out my pleasure and pushed my hips towards his mouth, gripping his head to seek my own pleasure. “Yes!”

“But I’ll need another taste just to be sure.”

His mouth was magically efficient, somehow bringing me to the heights of pleasure and doing it quickly. The orgasm hit so swiftly I barely got a chance to enjoy the feel of his mouth and tongue on me. Again.

But it was the best damn good morning orgasm I could’ve asked for.