Man Of Steel

Chapter 4

Now with her assurance that she was going to be okay, and one last kiss and feel I headed out the door. I know my visage had changed before I even hopped on my bike. Gone was the easy go lucky husband to be and in his place was a man of steel. This is how it is in my life these days; I've got too much to protect, too much to lose to let myself be anything but hard. The world has shown itself to be a danger to the innocent, a f*****g death trap to the sweet and unassuming. I may not be able to save them all, but I'm gonna do all I can for the ones I can save.

I hadn't just gained the reputation as a hard ass, though I didn't necessarily see myself that way. I've always been told that I was one mean son of a b***h. That had served me well in the interrogation room, now it serves its purpose in other venues. My ex wife can bear testament to that s**t too I guess, or so she likes to claim. I know Lily steers clear of that s**t, because from day one, day one being the first time I took her out to dinner, I'd lain down the law.

After we'd met in the hospital I'd shown up at her job the next day and hadn't taken no for an answer. I wouldn't say I'd worn her down as much as I'd taken her over. Our first date was at my first bar, thinking back now, that hadn't been the best idea. I knew my guys liked hanging out in my place and I also knew they were a nosy bunch of f***s who never quit.

After the ribbing and the catcalls along with some almost tame suggestions I'd sequestered her in a back booth out of sight. I had made up my mind already where I wanted this thing to go so I just laid it all out for her then and there.

“You want something to drink?"

“I'm on call tomorrow so maybe just one glass of white." If I didn't know she was a doctor I might've asked her little ass for some ID, she was that small. The server came over and took our drink orders while I checked out the doc. She was put together really well out from under that smock she'd been wearing the night before.

Her t**s were ripe and full under the stretchy top she wore. Her neat waist tapered off to slightly rounded hips, not too wide but not nonexistent either, in soft jeans that molded her ass just right. No wonder my guys had lost their damn minds. I'll have to talk to them about that s**t later. I couldn't go too hard though because they weren't accustomed to seeing me with a chick. Then again that should tell them something, that maybe she was special if I was bringing her to my place.

“How old did you say you were again?"

“I didn't say." She was cheeky as f**k that's for sure. She played with the stem of her glass as she teased me from across the table. “You do know it's rude to ask a woman her age right?"

“Well since I plan for the two of us to be together for a long time I think I have the right to know."

“Are you always this forward with people you've only just met?"

“Is there any other way to be? Look I'm pretty sure by now you have a pretty good idea who I am and what I'm about. I don't have time to f**k around and I especially don't have time to d**k around with my personal life. I saw you, I want you, I'm keeping you and before you ask, no you don't have any say in the matter."

That had pretty much been the gist of our coming together. After that night it had taken me another month give or take to move her into my place and we hadn't even f****d yet. I have a kid to protect for the rest of her life, so for me, any woman I bring into my home has to fit a certain criteria. She has to be at least better than my ex in the mothering stakes for one thing. I wasn't about to take any chances with my lil bit, no way no how. I've f****d plenty, because let's face it, every red blooded male needs that outlet, but from the get, I knew she was going to be different.

It wasn't easy jumping back on that horse, I mean it hadn't been that long since the divorce and I hadn't exactly been looking for anything long term. Some of my guys' bad habits had been rubbing off on me and easy p***y was high on the menu.

For some reason women were attracted to the whole biker deal and they expected us to live up to our reputations. For that reason, before Lily and after Deanna my s*x life had changed drastically. I have to say my life with Deanna had been pretty vanilla, not that I'm complaining, it was good for what it was. But now I had more threesomes than a man knew what to do with.

Not gonna lie, I was into that s**t; why? Because my emotions were never involved, so it didn't matter to me if I nailed one or three at a time. Plus the s**t I was dealing with left me wound the f**k up and s*x is the best decompression I know of, and it seemed there was always a steady stream of p***y coming in and out of the clubhouse.

Now with Lily on my d**k, I had to put all that s**t aside. I wasn't the type to run around on my old lady, not if she was the one. I expected loyalty and fidelity from her and I wasn't willing to give any less. She kinda had a hard time with my past, with the women I'd f****d and the fact that some of them were still hanging around.

The hangers on knew the deal, I couldn't exactly get rid of them; they were part of the scene after all. But they knew to respect my woman and my space. It only took one time for me telling them to back the f**k off and it was done. I guess Lily felt a little sore in the beginning because I'd refused to f**k her until after I'd done what I needed to do to make sure she was a safe bet.

I didn't try explaining myself to her and maybe that added to her displeasure, but the reality was I wanted in her in the worst way, but I also wanted something more. If she'd turned out to be unsuitable I would've taken her to the clubhouse and done her there for however long it would've taken for me to get her out of my system.

But feeling the way I did about her I didn't want to disrespect her in that way. That's why the long wait before I brought her under me. And boy was it worth the wait, she might be a little bit of a thing but when it came to f*****g she held her own. f*****g with me she needed to.

These days lovemaking for me is what other people call foreplay. That s**t's cool for the first half an hour or so, but I like to f**k; hair pulling, n****e clamping, balls deep s*x. Any female messing with me had better be down with that s**t or she's in for a world of hurt. Lily had stood the test.