Текст книги "Incandescent "
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Chapter Nine
Kadence
I wake to the sound of Holly banging around in the kitchen. Fuck, kill me now; the woman wouldn’t know a sleep in if it hit her in the face.
It’s Saturday morning. Ten days since Nix spanked me and then left me laid bare on my desk, begging him to fuck me.
I have no idea what I was thinking letting him get to me.
Since our classroom meeting last week, I haven’t seen or heard from him. It’s not like I’d try to contact him. Sleeping with him the first time was a mistake. Bending over while he finger fucked me, well, that was something else. It’s like I can’t control the effect he has on me. Getting in my space and demanding to take me on my school desk was one of the hottest things I have ever done. Leaving me standing there horny and pissed off was not. The anger that flowed through me after realizing he played me has kept me grounded in my belief that I can’t stand the man, and I’m more of an idiot for thinking it would be an easy one-night deal.
Groaning into my pillow, I force myself not to think about the asshole today, just like every other morning this last week, but every goddamn day, I fail miserably.
My door suddenly swings open, connecting with the wall behind.
“You still sulking over your sexy biker daddy?” Holly walks in, throwing herself right onto my king-size bed.
“No,” I lie a little too quickly, moving over to let her lay down.
“I call bullshit.”
“You can call it whatever you want. Like I’ve told you every time you asked, it was a mistake.”
Holly pounced on me the moment I walked through the door Sunday morning. After giving her all the details, she then continued to pick apart everything that we did and chewed me out for leaving him. I promised I would think about calling him, but I was more concerned how she dealt with Ben after he ditched us at the bar. I knew she was going to dump his ass for leaving us. I felt a little bad that it was because of what Nix did but she didn’t seem to mind, claiming he was lousy in bed anyway.
I’ve kept my sulking on the down low or at least in the confines of my room, but you don’t get too much past Holly. I’m glad I managed to keep my second mistake with him from her. I already feel like a royal idiot. I don’t need anyone else knowing. Besides, she will probably encourage me to see him again, even going as far as inviting him over for a home-cooked meal, and that’s the last thing I ever want.
Lies. Yep, I’ve turned into the biggest liar.
If he walked in right now, I’d probably let him have his way, probably wouldn’t even care if Holly watched.
Getting to know him the other night, I realize I was such a judgmental bitch. He’s got great things going on with the club, a successful business owner, and he’s a great dad, not to mention he’s amazing in bed. His reaction to me leaving shouldn’t have surprised me. I knew it was coming, could see it in his stare. The air of electricity around him while I sat there had me on alert. I wasn’t expecting the disappointment in his eyes when he asked me for the truth and I lied. But Z is my student, and I should have never crossed that line. I can’t believe I let him get to me; I caved so easily.
Holly watches me carefully, but doesn’t say anything else; she simply shakes her head.
“So what're your plans for the weekend?” She changes the subject, knowing she won’t get anything out of me. I sit up, reaching for my Kindle laying next to my bed.
“The second book in the erotic series I’ve been reading went live this week. I’m planning to stay in and read.” I smile, excited for the kinky fuckery coming my way. I look up and watch Holly fake yawn.
“Blah, jeez, Kadence, you can’t get more cliché. Hot teacher spends her weekends reading sexy erotic novels.” She laughs and I throw my pillow at her head.
“Shut up, Holly. I read for educational purposes too,” I argue.
“Oh, yeah? Like how to hit your G-spot? I have no idea how you read them. Seriously I can’t get past how the guy will blow his load into the woman bare, and she gets up and walks a fucking mile without that shit falling out.” She rolls her eyes. “Seriously, Kadence, it’s bullshit. Some dude with super sperm blows his load in me, that shit is still coming out hours later.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Lies, it’s all lies, Kadence,” she yells passionately, before rising from my bed. I roll my eyes at her dramatics but can’t argue with her.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” she sings, exiting my room. “We have big plans today,” she yells out as she makes her way back down the hall. Yeah right, the only plans I have are with my trusty Kindle.
Ignoring her is always the best route. Instead of biting, I make my way down to our shared bathroom. I use the toilet first, and then brush my teeth.
When I first moved in with Holly, she was living uptown with her older brother Sam. In the beginning, it was temporary. I had just lost my house, and it was going to take time to get me back on my feet. We soon realized my life was going to take a while to get on track. The surgeries, the money, it was all adding up. As much as I love my mom and dad, I didn’t want to live with my parents outside of town, so Holly decided we needed our own place, like back in college. We moved out, got a place closer to town, and also closer to work, and I focused on moving past the shit Zane had done.
At the time, I had no interest in going back to work. My life was falling apart around me; half my house burnt to the ground; my safety was in jeopardy and my body was fighting to heal. I didn’t know who to trust. My fiancé had cleaned out my savings; a group of very dangerous men were after him, and he simply left me to pick up the pieces. It took time, but eventually, I came out on the other side stronger for it.
Finished with my morning routine, I walk down the short hall to the kitchen ready to argue with Holly about our so-called plans. Our unit is small but still has a kick ass kitchen with state of the art appliances, open plan living and an amazing view. Furthermore, living on the third level in the building makes us a little safer than the lower levels; something I was adamant about when looking for a place. I needed to feel safe, knowing that people can easily tear down your defenses.
Holly is frying bacon at the stove as I make my way straight to the coffee machine.
“So tonight I’m heading into the new club Liquid that just opened,” she mentions as I pour cream into my coffee.
“Mmmhh,” I say, turning to face her, looking over the rim of my cup. I know what she is about to say next. It’s the same thing she asks every Saturday morning.
“Wanna come?”
“No.”
“Wow.”
“What?’
“I wasn’t expecting that answer.”
I roll my eyes and tell her, “You know it’s not my thing.”
“Kadence, nothing is your thing,” she points out. I know she’s right, but hey, I’m a hard one to please.
“Just come for a few hours, a few drinks. Then we can go home and you can spend the rest of your night with your book boyfriends.”
I don’t know why I agree but I do, and then I regret it the moment she starts planning the rest of our day with shopping and lunch. As much as the thought of walking around all day shopping for a new outfit sends me into an instant headache, I could go for a new pair of heels. Oh fuck it, I need to get out of the house and stop thinking about Nix.
“Oh, and I booked you an appointment at the salon. I'm thinking a new do for you,” Holly calls out as I walk out of the kitchen. I groan at Holly’s idea for a new do.
Once we finished college, Holly decided to put her degree in child psychology to good use and become a hairdresser. I don’t even know what happened. One day she came home and told me she was going to cut hair, and she did. She’s always on me about changing my style. I'm not sure how I’ve managed to do it, but I’ve seemed to keep her at bay with chopping my locks off. Color? Well, that’s another story. I like the way my hair is at the moment, but a change might be nice. I wonder what Nix would say if I changed it? Who the fuck cares what he would say, Kadence.
Heading back down the hall, I again remind myself that I need to get my head on straight. I can’t let him get to me anymore. I need to keep our relationship completely professional and not bend over at his every request, especially over my desk. Thinking about him as more than a parent has got to stop; in fact, thinking about him all together needs to end. Turning the shower on, I realize that the task is going to be one hell of a mission. Nix Knight has a way of staying with you.
Chapter Ten
Nix
Ten days.
Ten motherfucking days since I’ve seen Kadence. Ten days since I had my fingers inside of her, my hand coming down hard on her ass, and I still can’t stop thinking about her.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I don’t date; sure as fuck don’t go back for seconds, but something about the sexy, dirty-talking teacher has me wanting to break all my rules. After seeing her again in the classroom, I didn’t want to leave but I had to come up with something to get the stubborn teacher to open up to me more. A lot of fucking help that did. I can’t believe I walked away from her bending over waiting for my cock.
Pulling up into the forecourt of the Knights’ compound, I cut the bike’s engine and watch Jesse walk out with the blonde from last night. The boys partied late, like they do most Friday nights; however, after the week I’ve had with thoughts of Kadence, I went home early, my head too far gone thinking of that damn woman.
Jesse bends down, kisses the blonde and smacks her on the ass as she walks to her car. Looking over at me, he throws up ten fingers, nodding his head up and down, impressed with his night. I just flip him the finger, letting him know I’m not interested. The man is a whore, fucking them and leaving them. Shit, that’s me in a nutshell. Or was me.
Making my way inside the clubhouse, I nod to some of the boys hanging around playing the tables. We have several of the boys live here full time, taking residence in the apartments out the back. They are the ones who don’t have a home outside of the club, but on weekends, we have a full house from Friday afternoon till Sunday night.
I’ll stay a couple of times a week. I have my room in the main clubhouse, which makes it easier when I don’t have Z, but I like to go home to my own bed when he’s staying with me. We run a clean club but sometimes it can get wild, something that a pre-teen shouldn’t be seeing. Walking up to the bar, I signal our latest prospect Hunter, to grab me a beer. We’re not a strict club with prospects, but with our history, we like to keep the club on low numbers. Hunter is Brooks’ old lady’s nephew. So far, the boy is doing good and looks set to patch in a few weeks from now.
Cheers sound around the large open area in the clubhouse as Jesse walks in after me.
"What's that about?" I ask Brooks, sitting down next to him.
“Apparently, Jesse had a screamer last night,” he replies shaking his head. I grin, thinking only Jesse would be gloating about a screamer.
Thoughts of Kadence come creeping in and the many times I made her scream. The woman is a knockout in bed. Shit, the stories I could share. The woman goes off like a rocket and is so damn responsive. I keep my mouth shut, not even sure I’m gonna see her again after the way I left her, but I fucking know I don’t want anyone to know how amazing she is.
After Addison, I lived it up, banging anything and everything, not the slight bit interested in settling down. The last eight years I’ve lived the bachelor life, loving it even, but one night with Kadence has me questioning it all. I need to keep repeating to myself that one night doesn’t equal a relationship, and relationship? What the fuck.
Beau pulls up a stool beside Brooks. “Hey, man, we might have an issue,” he reports quietly. Looking over at my VP and best friend, I take in his concerned face.
“What’s up?” I question, hoping this weekend isn’t gonna cause me problems. Z's with his mom for the weekend and I was looking forward to a few stress-free nights. After our meeting with Kadence, things have been tense, and I’m starting to get concerned. Kadence is right. My boy is holding on to some serious anger, and no matter what, I can’t get him to open up to me.
“Sy ran into some problems last night closing up Ink Me.”
Sylas is the newest brother, who earned his cut, and an old friend. He’s the quiet fucker of the bunch and rounds out the main group of brothers who handle the business side of things. I’ve known Sy since I was a kid, but he pissed off when school finished. No one knew where he went and we still don’t. His pops was a brother alongside my dad, one of the originals. When he got sick three years back, Sylas came home to look after him and never left. After hanging around, seeing the way the club now ran, he wanted in. It didn’t take long for the boys to decide he would fit in.
“What happened?” I ask, wondering what sort of problems the new ink shop’s gonna bring me. I wasn’t too keen on the shop, adding another business means more work, especially one I knew nothing about, but we soon learnt Sy apprenticed in tattooing and piercing while he was away. He manages the store and works the needle most days.
“Says there’s been some of Kings’ men hanging around at the front of the store last few nights. Then last night, there were some of Gunners’ men.”
Our county has been home to two motorcycle clubs over the last thirty years. My old man ran this town the way he wanted back then, not afraid to get bloody, which caused most of the problems for the Knights Rebels Originals. Back when Pops started getting into the guns trade, he moved in on the Warriors of Mayhem territory, causing a conflict between the clubs. For years it ran deep, causing a lot of blood loss between them, only ending after we got our revenge for my mom.
The Mayhems were the bigger club, but the Knights still put up a fight, until my pops and the Mayhems’ Prez, came to an agreement; we held to our own town, dealing in whores and some small drug running gigs, while their club would deal the weapons and run the rest of the county. It wasn’t until years later when and I was voted in, that I could begin to fade out the drugs and women. We’ve managed to keep to our business, living legit, and they’ve kept to theirs. As long as drugs don’t hit Rushford streets, we keep our distance, and they keep theirs.
“Why the fuck are the Mayhems in town?” Brooks asks, knowing this could spell trouble.
“Rumor has it, their club’s been having some problems within their own members. A change within ranks has stirred up some bad shit, plus Gunner Jamieson, is setting up on their territory,” Beau speaks up, filling me in on the bullshit that comes with the territory.
“Set up a meeting with T,” I say, wondering how the old VP, now Prez, will respond. T never did like the truce between the two clubs, thinking it would be bad for business on both sides, but when we went clean, it opened them up to more business, so I guess it worked out for everyone.
For five years now we’ve kept the truce. While I wouldn’t put it past him to drag up some bullshit, my guess would be on Gunner Jamieson. The bastard has been inching closer and closer the last few months and gathering momentum. Transporting and distributing methamphetamine, cornering the market, we gave up. We’ve kept an eye on it, but it might be time to take the next step, secure what’s ours and make sure the Warriors of Mayhem are with us. As the saying goes, an enemy of an enemy makes you a friend. We might not be on the illegal side of things, but when you push, we will push back. My pops earned our club's position here, and respect comes with that.
Beau nods his head and takes off to take care of setting up a meeting. Turning around, I look out of the clubhouse and start to feel restless. I need to get my head straight. Pushing off the bar, I make my way to my office; getting my head stuck into some paperwork instead of the feisty woman might help.
***
Six hours later and I’m done with the day. If it weren’t drug gangs creeping into our territory, it was drama after fucking drama. Fuckups after fuckups. The new club we refurbished and opened last month, Liquid, has been taking all the brothers time. It’s not my fucking scene, but the money it’s pulled us has been worth the chaos.
Now with the new ink shop, I’m beginning to wonder if we’re stretching ourselves thin. Running my hands over my face, I decide to call it a night. Closing up my office, I go downstairs to the club bar ready to knock back a few and maybe get my dick wet. I’ve decided I’m gonna try to fuck Kadence out of mind. I’ve been fighting it for too long. Unless I tie her down to get her to admit she wants me, there’s no way I’m gonna get through to her. Sliding up to the old oak bar, I call out for a beer and search out the talent for the night.
“Hey, Nix,” Christina, one of the club whores, says coming up to the bar five minutes later. I don't normally like to touch the free-for-alls. Some can get a little crazy and no one needs crazy constantly following you around. After Addison, I’m not interested in crazy. After Kadence, I’m fucked up, so who knows what I want.
“Hey, Chrissie,” I say, giving her one of my come-and-ride-my-cock smiles. Fuck it, tonight I need easy, and she’s the one standing in front of me. She looks up, searching for my approval. Leaning in, I hook my hand around her neck and pull her sticky pink lips to mine. My dick stirs, but not enough for me to stay interested. Well, that’s a fucking first.
Shit, the teacher has ruined me.
Deepening the kiss, I’m silently pleased to hear my cell sound in my back pocket. Pulling back, I turn, dismissing Christina to answer the call.
“Yo,” I say, signaling Hunter for another drink.
“Prez” Sy’s voice rings down the phone.
“What’s up?”
“You might wanna get down to Ink Me. That piece of tail who’s got you in that mood just walked in.” He hangs up before I answer.
Shaking my head at his jab, I put my phone in my back pocket. The boys have been giving me shit all week about my bad mood. Those fuckers have got no idea. After taking a sip of my new beer, I walk out to my bike, ready to come face to face with a teacher who's been on my mind for the last few weeks. I know this is a sign I need to prove that the woman is meant to be in my life. I’m hoping the lesson I taught her last week has gotten through, and she’s willing to give us a go. ‘Cause there is no fuckin’ way I’m taking no for an answer this time.
Chapter Eleven
Kadence
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I breathe out. A swarm of butterflies fill my stomach at the anticipation of it.
“Have you picked yet?” Holly comes up beside me, leaning over and looking into the glass cabinet.
“Yeah, I’m going to go with a plain gold one,” I say, pointing to the eighteen-karat-gold belly ring I’m about to have pierced through my skin.
“Great,” the scary-looking guy who's standing in front of me mutters in a not too impressed voice. His dark hair is shaved short, and what I can see of his body is covered in tattoos. He looks familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve met him before.
“Geez, what a ball of fucking sunshine,” Holly snaps, leaning into my ear.
“Shhh,” I tell her, hoping scary-tattoo guy didn’t hear. Too late, the scowl he has been rocking deepens, if that’s even possible. She’s right. I have to wonder who stole his candy? Holly just shrugs and I roll my eyes at the crazy bitch. She started giving him lip the moment we walked through the doors.
Don’t ask me how I ended up here. We began the day at the mall. Holly found me the hottest outfit, then ten more that I didn’t need, and let's not forget the couple of pairs of shoes. Shopping with that woman is an art, and one I still can’t perfect.
We spent the rest of the afternoon getting pampered. Holly and I fought over my hair. She thought it would be a great idea for something short and funky. I flat out refused, only allowing a few low lights and a slight trim. I decided I love my dark locks, and no one will ever convince me on the big chop. I was ready to collapse by the end of the day, but I couldn’t let Holly down. When we finished dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant, we went straight to check out the club Holly has been going on about for weeks. After waiting in line for over forty minutes, we were finally granted access behind the red rope that separated us. Liquid re-opened its doors over a month ago. Whoever took over the old club refurbished and upped the cover charge. We had to push our way through the busy crowd to the long, lit-up bar. With the music blaring with all the latest tracks, I could barely hear myself think. The balcony upstairs had booths that were cut off for VIP. Downstairs, there were lounges sectioned off for a private party. The scene was totally Holly. I much prefer a bar atmosphere, but being the good friend I am, I sucked it up.
Halfway through the night I could have sworn I saw my ex-fiancé Zane hanging back in the corner near the bar, but I brushed it off as a coincidence. I wasn’t prepared to let my mind wander off to what I would say or how I would react if I came face to face with the asshole again.
As the night wore on, and the alcohol wore off, the more I began to think what if it was him? I contemplated why he would be back. He left town in a hurry after the fire. Zane never came to bed that night, leaving me alone in the house. The police found him sleeping off his hangover at his brother’s house. He wasn’t at all concerned about the fire destroying our home or even me in surgery. He told the police that we had a fight and that we were over.
I was destroyed.
By the time I was paid a visit by one of the members of the Warriors of Mayhem MC, letting me know that Zane owed them some serious money, he had cleaned out my bank account and left town. For a long time, I thought he would come back or eventually feel safe enough to get a message to me, but three years later, I’ve still not heard anything.
After a few or more cocktails, some dancing and continually brushing off guys who wouldn’t take the hint, I was restless to go home for the night. Convincing Holly was another story. She had met up with some guy she hadn’t seen for months and begged me to hang around with her for a little while longer. I finally persuaded her to leave, letting her know I was walking home with or without her. She agreed to come, not at all okay with me walking on my own. She exchanged numbers with the guy and left on a high. I, however, was sober and ready for bed.
Walking the several blocks to our home, we passed the front of Ink Me, one of the few tattoo and piercing shops in town. Holly got an ingenious idea to get a tattoo, and after looking in and seeing the hot tattoo artist, she decided it was the perfect time. Fortunately, the cranky tattoo artist denied her request, telling her she was too drunk to get the ink, so now she is sporting a new belly ring. How I ended up choosing a ring and agreeing to have it pushed through my skin, I’m still not sure.
Before the fire, back in my college days, I used to have my belly pierced, but with the surgeries and prolonged recovery, it closed over. I never thought at twenty-nine I would be re-piercing it but the idea that I can take back my body after letting it control who I’ve become has me wanting to reclaim that confidence.
My night with Nix reminded me about living in the moment. After the fire, hell, even before the fire with asshole Zane, I found myself lost, shying away from taking risks and letting go. Sure, I’m still quick to snap back and I can hold my own in a confrontation. I'm strong and resilient, but letting go, letting people in to see that hurt, has been the hardest.
Nix gave me permission to relax, made me feel alive again. Even if sleeping with him was a bad idea, I’m glad that I could open up to someone. It was pretty deep for one night with a guy, sure, but one night with Nix was more than just amazing sex. I was fooling myself thinking it wouldn’t mean anything. Seeing his response to my scar, I knew I was in trouble and now, after our moment on the desk, him calling me out on my indifference, I have no idea where my head is at.
I opened up to him more than anyone in the last three years. He didn’t judge me but made me feel adequate in my own scarred skin. No one has managed to push past my insecurities but him. No one else has looked at me, seen past the repulsive skin and instead of showing me pity, made me feel beautiful. I've tried to discount our one night together, but no matter how hard I fight it, he's inspired this awareness in me, something that I lost long ago and I can’t let that go.
The scary tattoo guy clears his throat, obviously pissed off he now has to deal with another girly request.
“I’ll take that one, thanks.” I smile up at him while pointing to the chosen ring. He gives me a form without a sound, and I move to the chair to fill it out. Holly hangs back and tries to engage with the man who isn’t big on small talk. He is a real ball of laughs, that's for sure, but something in his expression, the way his eyes follow Holly, taking her in and silently looking pissed off about it, makes me wonder if my crazy friend might be hitting a nerve.
Standing back up, I hand my form back over as the bell above the door signals another customer. Cranky tattoo guy nods his head and I casually look back at the person behind me.
“Where the fuck are the rest of your clothes?” Nix barks out behind me. My head gets lost in the question, my body grounded in his presence. I hear Holly giggle to the side but I don’t have a second to react before he inquires again, “Kadence, where the fuck are the rest of your clothes?” The greens of his eyes shine dangerously, letting me know he’s pissed.
Shit, not again.
My body comes back to life, my mind back into focus. Oh, God, just seeing him again makes me want him. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist this pull. Images of him leaving me spread out on my school desk flash before my eyes and I remember what a douche bag he can be.
“Hello, Phoenix, nice to see you again,” I greet him, willing my raging heart to calm. How the hell does this man manage to affect me like this?
“Cut the bullshit, Kadence. Your little prim and proper act is getting old.” My eyes narrow to his, and he smirks like he has me all figured out.
“What do you want, Nix?” I give up my indifference. The bastard can see right through it.
“I wanna know where the fuck you have been wearing that.” He points down to my outfit. “Why you’re in my shop, pissin’ Sy off in the process, and I wanna know why the fuck you ran the other night?” His last question is directed with more authority.
Holly lets out a sigh and then announces to no one in particular, “That was so hot.”
Sy, aka scary tattoo guy, scoffs while I’m left processing his words.
Looking down at my skirt and black top that exposes a small amount of skin, I address his first question.
“What are you talking about? I’ve got clothes on.” He leans into my space and runs a finger down the exposed skin between my breasts,
"Babe, you're coverin’ less skin than you’re showin’.” I roll my eyes at his Neanderthal views.
“Shut up, Nix. Her outfit is smoking hot. Don’t be a pig,” Holly comes to stand at my side, saying the words on the tip of my tongue.
“I know it’s fuckin’ hot,” he agrees with her. “So does every other fucker who’s seen her wear it tonight.”
I scoff, not about to get into it with him over his caveman views, or the fact he can get fucked; what’s it to him? He doesn’t own me.
“I didn’t know this was your shop,” I say truthfully, addressing his second question. Maybe that’s why cranky tattoo guy looks familiar. Was he at the bar that night? I don’t remember. Pushing away the feeling that I know him from somewhere else, I think back to when he talked about his businesses. I don’t think we discussed the tattoo shop in detail. If we did, I was probably thinking of Nix and what we were going to be doing later that night.
“And,” I continue, “Sy here,” I point to scary but still hot tattoo guy, “was already in a pissed-off mood before we got here. I’d like to think that two young, single women coming in would brighten his night. Clearly, that’s not the case.”
Nix smiles and his dimple appears, the same one I found handsome on our one-time date last week. Shit, don’t get caught up in his alluring looks, Kadence.
“And the last?” he pushes, so intent for me to admit what he already knows. I let out a breath, knowing he isn’t going to let it go.
“Like we said, our one-time deal turned into a three-time deal.” I shrug, not wanting to get into with him, especially in front of Holly.
Sy, or cranky biker as I could refer to him, clears his throat, “Hate to break up the love fest, but are we piercing that belly or not?” His voice sounds pissed off, but I can hear a hint of teasing.
“Yes.” “No,” Nix and I both say at the same time.
“Nix, just because you’ve had your mouth on my pussy doesn’t mean you own it,” I blurt out and instantly regret it.
Jesus, the man makes me crazy and now makes me blurt out inappropriate things.
He smiles again as Sy grumbles and Holly laughs. Turning back around, I tell Sy, ‘Yes’ and watch as he looks past me to Nix. Rolling my eyes, he looks back to me and nods, obviously getting approval. Spinning back to face my new apparent keeper, I put on my sweet voice. “Oh, thank you so much, Daddy, for letting me get it done. I'll promise I’ll be a good girl.” Nix and Holly laugh out loud and as I turn I see Sy’s lip slightly lifted in amusement. Ha! I knew he wasn’t so badass.
Nix leans into my ear. “You can thank me later, babe, when I’m spankin’ your ass, and then you can call me daddy all you like.” Heat floods my cheeks; a dull throb makes me squeeze my thighs together. He quietly chuckles when he notices it. The bastard.
“Right, come on,” Sy grunts and I walk past Holly to make my way back to the piercing room. Holly hangs back but Nix follows close behind.
