Текст книги "Incandescent "

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Stopping in my tracks, I look back at him. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Comin’ with,” he replies, like he just told me he’ll walk me to my car.

“Umm, no,” I say, shaking my head.

“Umm, yes,” he imitates me back, and I bite my lip to hold in a laugh at watching him do that. He looks down at my lips and shakes his head.

“Babe, I’m not real comfortable with you lyin’ on the bed in that mini skirt, your top hiked up with Sy’s hands on you.”

“Wow, jealous much? Last time I checked, it wasn't your concern, Nix,” I inform him but he just shakes his head.

“You have no fuckin' idea,” he mumbles under his breath.

Not inclined to argue anymore, I continue down the hall, Nix close behind. First things first, I need to get this over with and then I can think about what I’m going to do with one possessive bossy man I seem to have on my hands.

Chapter Twelve

Nix

I need to get a grip. Fast.

Walking in and seeing Kadence with her long fucking legs in her sexy-as-fuck heels, I had to take a minute to compose myself. The woman is a walking wet dream. Her blonde friend saw me first. I gave her a wink, and brought my finger to my mouth, motioning her to be quiet. She nodded and didn't give me up. I think I have a supporter in her.

Once again, Kadence and her smart mouth made my dick hard and my head hurt all in the space of sixty seconds. The woman would fight with me over the color of a red pen, but boy, do I fucking love it. Her throwing her attitude and being sexy as fuck while doing it is more than I can ask.

Two minutes in her presence and I knew I had to have her again. I don’t think it will take too much to convince her. After watching Sy put his gloved hands on her, I need to find some release. I sat there grinding my teeth as his fingers touched her skin.

I’m pussy-whipped. I know it. I shot daggers the whole time at Sy, and the bastard fucking kept pushing me. With her top pushed up, he took great pleasure in trying to get a reaction from me.

The fucker will pay later.

His eyes skimmed over her scarred side, his hand a little too close for comfort. For reasons I don’t even know, it made me feel protective of her. I don’t know the story behind it, but I will find out soon enough. I kept waiting for the asshole to say something so I could rip him a new one. Kadence somehow sensed my stress and reached out, taking my hand in hers. Sy’s eyes came to mine, a silent question, but I just shook my head in warning to leave it. I don’t know what I’m going do with this woman, but whatever it is, I’m sure as hell going to enjoy finding out.

Kadence now sits behind me, her pussy pressed up against my back, her arms tightly around me. Sy took Holly home after I realized the girls planned on walking home. I was not fucking down with that idea and told them both just that. It took a bit of convincing, but after Holly had declared she couldn't wait to ride on the back of Sy’s bike, Kadence had no choice.

After throwing a little of the Kadence attitude I’ve come to appreciate, I told her she would end up like she did the other night on her school desk. She quickly shut up and agreed to ride with me. Holly demanded to know why the hell she didn’t know anything about a school desk, which earned me some more daggers from Kadence. Sy, on the other hand, didn’t seem too impressed. Don’t know why; Holly seems to be into him and she isn’t sore on the eyes, that’s for sure.

Pulling up to the front of my house, I shut off my bike. The ride was uncomfortable after I got a glimpse of Kadence’s lace covered pussy as she climbed on the back. I’ve been riding with a semi hard-on for the last ten minutes. Kadence sighs and I feel a sense of gratification that she enjoys riding on the back of my Harley.

Getting off my bike, and before helping her off, I move in and crash my greedy mouth to hers. She melts into it as I push past her lips, her taste like a drug that I seem to crave after each hit. Pulling back, I help her off and take the helmet from her head. Snatching her hand, I drag her behind me, in a hurry to fuck her again.

“Let’s go inside,” I say, walking up to the front porch. Unlocking the door, I push her through, impatient to claim her. Slamming the door shut behind me, I spin her to the wall next to us and crash my mouth to hers, my tongue desperate for contact. Her hands come to my belt, just as wild as I am.

My cell rings in my back pocket and I ignore it, hungry for her touch. Pulling my jeans down, she laughs when she sees I’m not wearing any underwear.

“Laughin’ at my cock won’t make it happy,” I warn.

“You want me to kiss it better?” she asks in her husky voice. Her hand wraps around my hard cock, stroking me in her tight grip. My cell sounds again from the floor as she drops to her knees. Fuck.

Trying to block out the ringing phone, I hold my breath as I watch her pink tongue come out. She licks the drop of pre-cum collected at the bulging head of my cock. Jesus, that’s fucking hot.

My cell rings again and I ache at the thought that I might have to end this.

“Fuck, babe, as much as I want that hot little mouth around my dick, I need to get this. It must be urgent if they keep ringing.” Fucking better be or the assholes are gonna pay.

Taking a step back, I watch as her face drops in annoyance. Fuck, I’m with you there.

Picking up my pants, I reach in my back pocket and grab the offending piece-of-shit phone, just as it rings again.

“What?” I snap into the phone. Holding my hand out for Kadence, I pull her up, bringing her to her feet.

“We got problems,” Beau’s tight voice reports.

“Talk to me.”

“We got reports a Molotov went through Ink’s shop window.”

Kadence walks through the hall to the kitchen, and I follow.

“We only just came from there,” I tell him. Thinking back to Kadence standing in the front of the shop only twenty minutes ago.

“Yeah, Sy dropped that woman home, and is on his way back now. Meet you there?”

“Yeah,” I agree before hanging up.

Pissed that this has now ruined my chance of getting blown, I do my belt back up.

“I gotta go.”

“That’s okay. I'll just call a cab,” she tells me, reaching for her purse.

“No, you won’t,” I immediately snap. I need to be careful with my words here, but at the same time, I’m not prepared to get into it about her running again. “You’re gonna stay here and wait till I get back.”

“Nix, it’s fine.”

“Jesus, woman, I gotta deal with club business. I'll be back once I sort it out. Will you just do as you’re told for once?” I can feel myself starting to lose my temper as I watch her try to control hers.

“I’m capable of looking after myself,” she bites back. If I wasn’t worried about the shop, my dick would be coming to life at her firing up at me.

“I know you are, Kadence. It's not about that right now. I got shit I need to deal with. Just humor me, will you?” I ask her, not short of pleading. She looks at me quietly and must see I’m serious and not in the mood to get into it.

“What happened?”

“Fire at Ink Me.”

“Fire?”

“Yeah, a Molotov cocktail through the window,” I tell her and watch her pull in a sharp breath. Her face whitens, and I don’t miss the small flash of panic that she quickly hides.

“What is it?” I ask her.

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

I know it’s something but I don’t have time to get into it with her right now. Pulling her to me, I ask her one more time.

“Just stay here and wait for me till I get back? We can finish what we started.” Leaning down, I lightly brush my lips over hers. It’s nowhere near enough, but I’ll wait till later.

“Okay,” she complies, and I feel better knowing she will be here safe.

“All right, I’ll call you when I’m on my way home. Give me your cell.” Reaching into her purse, she pulls out her phone passing it to me. I program my number and call my cell so I have hers on mine. Angling my head to hers, I kiss her one more time, turn and walk to the door. “Make yourself at home, and don’t answer the door for anyone," I call out, opening the door.

“Yes, Dad” she calls back and I look back at the little minx.

“Woman, I’ll spank you for that.”

“Can’t wait,” she replies and I reward her with a smile, letting her know I’ll keep my promise.

Closing the door behind me and locking it, I head back to Ink Me, hoping the damage isn’t too much to deal with because I have one hot and willing woman in my bed waiting for me.

Chapter Thirteen

Kadence

Nix has been gone for over an hour and I’m starting to fall asleep. After snooping around downstairs, I made my way upstairs to his room. Remembering his large tub from our night together, I decide to run a bath. Running the hot water, I find some bath oil, pour it in and submerge myself, contemplating what I was going to do with Nix. His showing up at the tattoo shop sent a spark through me. I wasn’t sure after our last meeting how I would act, but ending up on the back of his bike to his bath was not on the list of logical outcomes. I know he wants more, more of what I’m not clear on, but I do know in the short time I’ve known the man, he won’t give up. After reasoning with myself on my actions for twenty minutes in the hot water, I am no better off.

Stepping out onto the fluffy beige bath mat, I reach for a matching towel. For a man, he has impeccable taste. I cover my body in the soft towel. Its smell reminds me of his body, and I catch myself breathing in his rustic scent. God, he smells good.

After searching through his drawers for something to wear, I find one of his T-shirts. The black club shirt looks worn but calls to me, so I put it on over my black panties.

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m supposed to be staying away but I’m obviously not doing well fighting off his advances. We both want each other, and we both can’t seem to keep our hands off each other, but I can’t help but wonder how much more he wants. I didn’t realize how much his presence calmed me. Having him sit next to me while Sy could see some of my scars made it bearable. I could sense his irritation when Sy kept pushing him. I thought it was funny for a bit, but when his eyes went to my scar, and then straight to me, I knew Nix was about to lose his cool. He doesn’t even know what happened, doesn’t know how I got so badly burnt, but he is already defensive over me. Before he could say something to Sy and make me feel uncomfortable, I reached out, his eyes finding mine, a silent promise that he would protect me. I felt it from just his touch, knowing in that moment I didn’t want to fight him anymore. This man has proven he will stop at nothing to get what he wants while sheltering me at the same time. Do I want to keep carrying on denying it? No. But the next steps are unknown for me. I can see myself getting lost in a man like him so I need to tread carefully. A man like Nix has proven he can give me what I’ve been missing, but I fear the moment he takes it away, I'll lose more than what I started with.

Turning his TV on, I climb into his bed, remembering the last time I was here. Visions of us lying naked, my head in his lap as he silently ran his calloused fingers along my skin, his mouth between my legs teasing me with his talented tongue while stretching me wide with his fingers, come easily. The scene leaves me hot just thinking about it. After leaving me wanting in the classroom, I refused myself any release. A punishment for allowing my body to react to him, but now, lying in his bed, the need coils through me, edging me closer to the height of urgency. My hand moves to the juncture of my thighs. I brush my fingers lightly over the lace of my panties, feeling the fever burn up in me. Just being in his bed has me craving him. Reaching for my phone, I send him a text.

Kadence: I’m in your bed, my hands were busy, but they took a minute to text you.

I second-guess myself as I await his reply. Shit, I hate feeling so insecure. It’s alarming how much I want to expose to him.

I must have drifted off, as some time later, the sound of the front door closing wakes me. Keys being placed on the kitchen counter lets me know he’s home. Throwing off the covers, I straighten his shirt, pat down my hair and make my way down the stairs to finish what we started earlier. Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I see him leaning over, head deep in the fridge. His position gives me the perfect opportunity to check out his firm ass. The man has an amazing body. Sneaking up to him my arms coming around his waist, hands under his shirt, his tight abs contract under my fingers.

“Hey, honey, you told me you would call me,” I say, pushing my front to his back before he suddenly comes back fast.

“Whoa," he shouts, spinning around and surprising me. His movements are so fast that my mind doesn’t register that the voice isn’t his. Looking up, I’m meeting a man who isn’t Nix but is wearing the same cut. I let out a scream and back away.

“Hey, it’s all right. Nix sent me,” he quickly explains, trying to calm my frantic state. My mind slowly recognizes him as one of the men I saw with Nix the other night at the pub, his patch telling me I’m safe.

“He tried to call to let you know I was coming.” He looks down at me before he turns away. “You wanna put on some pants?” he adds uncomfortably, and I look down and realize I’m only in my panties and a Knights Rebels shirt.

“Oh, shit,” I burst out, pulling down Nix's shirt, trying to cover my exposed legs while backing away slowly. I know he’s not looking at me like that, but his gaze turns back to me and is fixed on the scarring. Questions fill his eyes, but I'm not prepared to see the pity in them. Making my way upstairs, I find my skirt and throw it on, leaving Nix’s shirt in place. I make my way back downstairs, grabbing my cell along the way. Looking down, I see a text message.

Nix: Don’t you dare fuckin’ touch yourself! I’m sending one of the boys to get you. Now.

Shit, I mustn’t have heard it go off.

“I’m Brooks,” the man informs me when I walk back into the kitchen. “And if it’s okay with you, can we keep that little greeting between us? My missus wouldn’t appreciate the jabs the boys would throw. Though she might be more okay with it than Nix, I’d like to keep my balls,” he admits laughing a little.

Oh, God, I would die if Nix found out about my slip up. I nod, thankful he won’t go and tell the ‘boys’ about me rubbing up on him. I only know Jesse, and if they are anything like him, I won't hear the end of it.

“I’m Kadence by the way.” I smile, and he smiles back. His dark hair is as short as Nix’s, but now that I’m facing him, I realize he looks nothing like Nix. Where Nix is tall and built, Brooks is slightly shorter and a little broader. His short beard hides most of his face, but by his warm smile, I can see he's handsome. I find myself staring and shake myself out of it, already feeling awkward at my slip earlier.

“Where’s Nix?” I grab a glass off the sink, filling it up with water from the fridge door.

"Club business,” he states. I don’t know what he expects me to do with that vague explanation.

“Should I go home?”

“No,” he replies a little too fast. “I’ve been told to come and take you back to the clubhouse.”

“But if Nix is busy working, shouldn’t I just head home?”

“Just doing what the boss tells me,” he says.

“What if I don’t want to go?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips, ready to take him on.

“I’d prefer you came willingly, but I was warned you might say that.” He smiles this time, knowing how much I must piss Nix off. “If you don’t come, I’ll have to stay until Nix can get to you, and I really just wanna get back, sort out some shit and get home to the wife and kid.”

As much as I don’t want to go, I feel sorry he was sent to look after me, so I nod and go to get my purse.

“I don’t know why Nix would send you to babysit me when you have a wife and daughter to worry about,” I say, walking up to him ready to leave.

“That’s the only reason he assigned me,” Brooks mutters under his breath. I don’t know what that means and I don’t bother asking, probably some club rule. Locking up behind me, Brooks walks me down the path close to my back. Stopping short of the drive, I’m surprised he doesn’t have a bike.

“No bike? What sort of MC are you a part of?” I ask playfully.

He lets out a laugh. “The bastard made me bring the truck.”

Having been on his bike two times now and getting better, it clicks why Nix sent the car, not the bike. Damn possessive man.

The drive to the compound is short. Brooks talks about his wife and daughter and makes me feel comfortable. He’s nothing like Nix with his bossy and alpha nature, but he still maintains a presence about him that you know you wouldn’t want to mess with him.

My phone beeps and I grab it out of my bag to check the message.

Nix: Do as you’re told.

I roll my eyes at his bossiness and type back my response.

Kadence: HA. I was well behaved. Brooks is a gentleman. On our way.

Nix: Gentleman my ass. C U soon.

His response comes back instantly, and I place my cell back in my bag, excited and nervous to be heading inside the gated compound. Five minutes later, we pull up to a large property. A young guy walks out from the dark, unlocking and sliding the gate open, letting us drive through. The long, loose gravel drive winds around to the left and we follow it until we come to a large warehouse. Pulling up next to at least twenty bikes, I get out, ready to see Nix and the inside of his club.

Brooks meets me at my door; his hand comes to my wrist, gripping it in his large grasp.

“Keep close. We have some friends come to stay,” he warns. I don’t know what that means so I simply nod as he guides me to the front double doors. Two older men stand near the door, smoking cigarettes in the cool air. The red tips, glow bright against the black night, their expressions hidden behind their kick-ass beards. Their eyes assess me but nod at Brooks when we walk up to them, letting us pass without a word. Brooks pushes us through the doors into the dimly lit hall and walks us down to a large open area. The smell of leather and smoke fills my nose, and I look out around the large area. The long wall along the back holds pictures of members in their cuts, some mug shots, but more family shots. The Clubs insignia carved in a large wooden display sits in the center of the wall, Knights Rebels inscribed above the skull head. A few young men standing around the pool table look up as we pass through the open area.

“Is it always this quiet?” I ask as we walk down a hall.

“No, the party’s been moved down the back. They got a bonfire set up,” he explains.

Brooks’ grip releases my wrist as we come to an open set of double doors at the back of the club. Stopping at the threshold, I see Nix before he sees me. I stand and take in all of him. His appearance is powerful, his character electrifying. The long solid timber masterpiece he sits at captures my attention. The same carved emblem that hangs out on the clubhouse wall is inscribed in the middle of the timber table.

“Prez,” Brooks calls as he raps on the door. The three men sitting at the table turn and focus their attention on us. Jesse winks at me and Sy’s eyes narrow. The third man with longer dark hair pulled back, is one of the guys at the bar the first night Nix kissed me. His blue eyes shine in laughter before letting it out in a loud bark. Feeling a little exposed, I second-guess the shirt. Shit, was wearing it the wrong thing to do?

Nix’s eyes rake down my body, smiling when he notices the shirt I’m wearing. Standing from his seat at the head of the table and ignoring Brooks, he walks straight to me, pulling me into him. The heat from his body warms me before he pulls back. Angling his head down, he presses his lips to mine. It’s a quick kiss, not demanding, but I still feel a light blush rise to my cheeks.

“Sorry, babe,” he says close to my ear. “Club business, I couldn’t leave.”

“It’s okay, Nix, but honestly, I can go,” I say, worried that having me here can complicate things with not just us, but his club. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but being in his club, around his friends, is a little daunting.

“You’re stayin'. Let me show you to my room,” he orders, leaving no room to argue. Moving past me, he grasps my hand, leading me away from the guys. Their conversation obviously over, he walks me down the hall to the left, stopping at a closed door. Reaching down, he turns the handle and pushes it open, dragging me in and slamming the door shut.

My shoulders crash into the wall when he spins me around and backs me up, pressing himself into me.

“Gotta say darlin’, seein’ you in my shirt, in my club, is a major turn on.” He tugs on his T-shirt and I smile up at him, glad he isn’t angry. Going up onto my toes, I reach around his neck pulling him down so I can kiss him softly.

“I missed you in bed,” I say, feeling bold. I can’t help it. He brings it out in me and makes me feel comfortable. I'm weak when it comes to him, and I’m done fighting it.

“Did you touch yourself?” he asks, pushing further into me. I shake my head no and reach down, rubbing my hand along his bulging crotch.

“Don’t be a tease, baby. I gotta go back,” he groans, resting his forehead to mine, clearly as frustrated as I am.

“You wanna come and look around, or you feel more comfortable in here?”

“I’m pretty beat.” I’m not sure if I want to leave his room wearing what I am. He nods, and then kisses my nose.

“Okay, I got shit to deal with. Take your panties off before climbing in my bed, and I’ll meet you there later when I’m done.”

His request floods me with want, and he catches my flush.

“She likes it when I boss her,” he mumbles more to himself than me. I smack his chest and he grabs my hand. He’s right. I love it, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Can’t wait to have my tongue in your sweet pussy,” he teases, and I feel my stomach tighten in response. “Been dreamin’ about it every night for the last ten nights.”

My stomach does a flip on that announcement; the throb I’ve been fighting since he walked into the ink shop now beats erratically. I want him, badly. Leaning in, his lips come to mine one more time. His tongue swipes along my bottom lip, teasing me with his taste.

“Be back,” he says, stepping away. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” I hold his gaze before nodding my agreement. Then he’s gone, leaving me alone in his personal space.

Making my way to his bed, I consider disobeying his request, before thinking better of it. Images of waking up to his head between my legs leave me feeling ready and wanting. Stepping out of my panties and pulling his top over my head, I climb under his sheets. His smell blankets me. Burrowing further under them, I breathe them in. Breathe him in. Closing my eyes, I force myself to sleep before my sexy biker comes back to wake me.