Текст книги "Incandescent "
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Chapter Fourteen
Nix
“Tell me how the fuck they got in?” I ask my Sergeant-at-Arms.
“They went in through the back door and worked smart,” Jesse answers, still filling me in on the fucked-up bullshit the Kings have got us into.
“And the ink shop?” I ask as I feel the start of a headache coming on.
“Just the front.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The fuckers not only hit us at the tattoo shop right after we left, they got into one of the bars downtown, injuring one of my workers in the process. It was a warning; we just don’t know why.
Knights Rebels territory is protected, and those fuckers are just begging to create a war.
“You get a hold of T?” I ask Beau, trying to calm myself down so I can think straight.
“I put a call out, but still waiting for him to get back to me. Word is there was a shipment that got held up; some assholes intercepted it, and he was cleaned out.”
“You think they’re thinkin’ we’re responsible?”
“Don’t know why they would,” he responds. “Those fuckers have been in our town, know the way we run things. We don’t want their drugs.” I nod ‘cause I know he’s right, but why the fuck would they make a move against us?
“We secure the shop?” I look over at Sy, his usual pissed-off self more volatile than normal. He nods his head; no spoken communication needed. We're used to it.
“Get some eyes on Z, just to be safe,” I tell Beau. It’s not my weekend, but if there’s a shit storm brewing, I want him safe.
“Yeah, prospect is heading there now. I’ll head over after here.” I nod, hoping like hell Addison doesn’t cause shit. Last thing I need is her being a bitch to my boys.
“Right well, you know what we gotta do, keep our eyes open, and until we hear from T, or Intel comes in, let’s play it safe,” I say, standing from my chair.
“So Kadence?” Beau drawls, ready to move on to more pressing matters. I give him a look, warning him not to go there. “Fuck, boss, you got it bad.” Jesse shakes his head and crosses his arms.
“Don’t even start,” I warn them, even though they all start laughing.
“Should have seen him earlier, so pussy whipped already.” Sy shakes his head like he’s disappointed.
“Fuck you, Sy. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little act earlier.”
“What act?” Beau questions.
“Just laid claim, nearly come out of his skin at me touching her,” he tells them, laughing.
“You were pushin’ it brother, and you know it.”
“Couldn’t help it. That woman has a mouth on her. That night at the bar was nothing compared to what I’ve seen." He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“I’ll say, I think Nix has found his match, boys,” Brooks smirks, rising from his chair.
Jesse sits, watching me quietly; I can see the concern in his eyes, the unspoken words on his face. I know he has some connection with Kadence but he has nothing to worry about. I know how I feel about her, and after tonight, she’ll know I’ve laid claim.
“We got a problem, Jesse?” I come right out and ask.
“She told you about the burns? Everything she had to go through?”
“None of your fuckin’ business.” My temper rises a little; I don’t want to get into it with him but I will if I have to.
The guys stay quiet, the playful teasing a few minutes ago now tense. I’m not about to discuss Kadence and something that is private to her in front of them, and I’m getting pissed Jesse even brought it up. It pisses me off more that I don’t know what happened.
“Jesse, I know you’re lookin’ out for her. I get that, but I’m claimin’ her as my woman. She’s mine, therefore my responsibility. You can play the big brother act. I'll give you that, but don’t mistake it for anythin’ more. What Kadence and I discuss will only be between us.” He holds my stare, but I don’t back down. I stand by my word; it’s none of his damn business, and the last time I checked, we didn’t grow pussies and start braiding each other's hair wanting to talk about this shit.
“Your woman?” He smirks like I don’t have a chance. “Good luck with that one,” he laughs. Asshole.
“Fuck off.” I ignore him and walk out, leaving them all laughing with each other. Fuckers know that I’m a goner.
My woman? Yeah, I’m calling it. The moment she walked into my club, wearing one of my shirts with the club’s insignia on it, I knew she was the one for me. Now, I’ve just got to convince her. God, help me.
Finding one of the boys to pick her up was a hard one, especially after the fucking text she sent. I swear my dick must hate me with how much that woman makes it hard.
I chose the man least likely to try to hit on her, or not give her shit at least. Happily married, I know if Brooks fucked around on Kelly, there’d be hell to pay. Walking down the hall, I wonder if Kadence obeyed my order about the panties. I’ve seen the way she responds to my dominating side. Her eyes hold the battle she has within herself, and I love watching it, waiting to see if she is going to fight me or submit to me. It’s going to be fun seeing how far I can push her.
Quietly opening my door, I look to the bed and see her asleep on her side. Her left leg bunched over the sheet exposing her dark and raised scar. She went to bed naked like a good girl.
Making quick work of my pants, I toe off my boots and take off my cut. Once naked, I quietly climb in behind her. She stirs briefly, and then settles back to sleep. Her sleeping body, naked in my bed, and her dark hair splayed out over my white pillow strengthens my need to taste her. Pulling the sheet down, I expose her sexy little tits. I’m not a tit man. It could go either way, but her small handfuls are just perfect. It's her nipples that do it for me. The pert buds always respond to my touch. Leaning down, I take one in my mouth.
“You’re back.” She stretches, waking from her sleep as I release her from my mouth. Leaving a kiss on her nipple, I pull back and run my hand down her body, cupping her between the legs.
“I see you’ve been a good girl.” She smiles and nods her head. “I knew you could do as you were told,” I say, leaning back down thirsty to have my tongue around the pale pink buds again.
“Did you sort everything out with Ink Me?” she asks as I slide my finger into her slick wet heat.
“Yeah, the boys are on it.” My eyes watch her mouth gasp at my touch. The pleasure I’m giving her is written all over her face.
“Why would anyone do that?” Her question comes out unsteady as I insert a second finger.
“Babe, I’ve got my fingers inside of you. I don’t wanna talk about club business while I’m finger fuckin’ my woman.”
Her legs close together, trapping my hand between her thighs, my fingers still inside of her.
“One, I was just asking, Nix. You don’t have to be an ass, and two, your woman? When did I become your woman?”
“Babe, you became my woman when you walked into my club wearing my clothes straight from my bed.” I try to pull my hand out, but her legs tighten.
“Well, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice,” she retorts. Loosening her grip, I sense an argument coming on, and as much as having my fingers in her when we are about to argue could be hot as fuck, I remove them and sit up.
“You could have told Brooks to fuck off. You have no problem telling me to. You could have even hightailed it out of there after I left, but you didn't. You walked into my club wearin’ my fuckin’ clothes,” I remind her, glad that she didn’t run and stayed just as I told her. She sits up, pulling the sheet with her.
“Why did you stay?’ I ask.
“Because you asked me to.”
“Exactly!”
“What are we doing, Nix? What is this, because I thought we were just having fun and now? Now I just don’t know. I don’t want to label anything, but if this is going to be more than fun, I’m going to need to know.”
I laugh at her interpretation of what’s happening between us. “This is more than just fun, Kadence.”
Chapter Fifteen
Kadence
‘This is more than just fun,' he says.
The concept fascinates me but at the same time frightens me.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, woman. Your attitude, your body, from the moment I had you on the back of my bike, I knew I was in trouble. You feel it too, Kadence. I know you do. Stop denyin’ it.” He leans over me, stripping the sheet off my body.
He’s right; I do feel it. I just didn’t realize he was feeling it that much. Sure, he’s persistent, but I thought it was more about how amazing our night was, rather than wanting another slice of the pie.
“I want to know everythin’ there is to know about you, Kadence,” he declares, crawling over and covering his naked body to mine. “I want you in my bed.” He kisses my lips softly. “On the back of my bike.” His lips move to my ear. “I want to bury myself inside of you and stay there for days.”
Every word he speaks settles in a little further, and I grasp at them, savoring them, memorizing them. Is it smart? I have no idea, but listening to him admit he wants more from me makes me defenseless, leaving me open to want more of him.
“Nix, we’ve only known each other for all of three weeks. We’ve spent a handful of times together. Don’t you think this is moving a little too fast?”
“Fuck no,” he disagrees. “Kadence, just relax. I’m not askin’ you to marry me, woman. I’m just tellin’ you to stop running and let me in.”
“You’re telling?” I ask.
“Yes and if you don’t start listenin’, I’ll tan your ass like I did earlier last week.”
His reminder brings back memories and I cover my face with my hands. “God, why did I let you do that?” I ask, embarrassed at the thought of it.
He pulls down my hands. “‘Cause you wanted me to. You know it. I know it.” He holds my gaze, his eyes searching mine.
“Fuck, babe, it was one of the sexiest things I’ve seen.” He informs me, smiling. “No more fightin’, okay?” he asks, and I make my decision to let go and stop holding back to see where this thing between us goes.
“Okay, but let’s take it slowly,” I respond. I’m still not sure if I’m ready for his world, or his authority and the way I react to it. If this ends, when it ends, it’ll probably ruin me.
He laughs at my slow comment. “Kadence, I don’t do slow.”
“Well, you will if you want me.” I hear the lie in my own ears.
He shakes his head and leans in, nose-to-nose, his erection lying against my stomach. “Baby, I already got you.”
I can’t deny it. He's right. So I do the next best thing: I roll my eyes and backhand his hard chest. “Don’t be smooth. It makes you sound lame,” I say, not really meaning it.
“Lame? Kadence, lame is not what you were callin’ me the other night while I had you bent over your desk”
“Don’t be rude,” I say as heat floods my cheeks. I think about how I loved every second of his large calloused hand coming down on my ass. I throb just thinking about the sting of the slap, followed by the soothing of his caress while he teased my pussy. Just thinking about it now makes me wet.
“You like my dirty mouth. Don’t lie. I can see it in your eyes.” I shake my head, denying his accusations.
“You want me to prove it?” he pushes, and I’m already getting excited just thinking about what he’ll say and do next.
“Get on your knees, dirty girl,” he demands, rolling off me, his voice a controlled deep rumble.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions, Kadence. Just be a good girl and do as you’re told.” I want to fight it. The need pulsates through me to argue back, but as strong as that feeling is, the want of what he is about to give me is stronger.
My center aches at his instruction as I come up onto my knees, facing him. He lies down on his side with his elbow propped up, his head in his palm while he rakes his eyes over my body. “Time to pay up, Kadence. Your hands aren’t busy now. Touch yourself,” he commands, throwing my text message back at me as I kneel there watching him. “Show me how much you need me to touch you,” he encourages me, and I do as he asks, more turned on than the last time we were together.
I part my lips and run my finger along my wetness. I'm in tune with myself. I’ve never shied away from masturbation before, so with him lying there watching me, I relish in the knowledge he’s being turned on by it. “Taste yourself,” he continues to order. The authority in his voice doesn’t stop me from hesitating at his demand. Now this is something I wouldn’t normally do. Sure, I’ve tasted myself on another man’s lips after he has gone down on me, but sticking my finger in my wetness, and putting it in my mouth? No.
“Kadence are you wet?” he asks me, my reservations not lost on him. I nod my head, trying to keep my gaze on him as self-doubt slowly creeps its way between us. “Show me how wet you are just from my dirty mouth,” he pushes, ignoring my shyness. I hesitate at first, but then bring my finger up, showing him the glistening wetness. “Now put it in your mouth and enjoy how wet I make you.”
His words wash over me, and I can’t control the power my body wants to give him; bringing my hand to my mouth, I watch him watch me taste myself. His eyes flash with desire, need, and his hand starts to touch himself.
My eyes catch the movement and I’m drawn to it. Watching his large hand circle his aggressive arousal and stroke himself sends a tightening sensation through my stomach. Nerves singing, blood rushing, I lose myself to the erotic act.
“You want my cock, babe?” I nod breathlessly, eager to have him. His delicious voice is making me dizzy.
He brings himself up to a sitting position, me still on my knees, his head in line with my breasts.
“Where do you want my cock, Kadence? In that tight little pussy of yours, or in that smart mouth?” Thinking about having him in my mouth makes me shake; watching him come undone by my mouth would be a sight to see. With no other option, I shamelessly reply, “Mouth.”
He growls his response, sliding his fingers into where I am wet and desperate. “Fuck, Kadence, you’re soakin,” he rumbles before moving off the bed to stand. Lowering myself to my ass, I turn and face him, letting my feet fall to the floor in front of me. His thick hardness sits directly in line with my ready mouth. Taking him in my hand, I stroke him once before leaning forward and licking the tip clean. His fingers glide through my hair, gently pulling it, proving his impatience. I tighten my grip and blow a warm breath over the wetness I left behind. Stroking him harder, I stop to run my tongue up along the inside of his dick.
“Don’t lick at it, woman. I want you to suck it.”
Pulling back I look up at him. “Oh, is it not fun when someone is teasing you with oral?” I ask him, remembering his little bullshit game he did with me that first night.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, and I have a laugh at his position. “I’m serious, Kadence. Don’t push me or I’ll take you hard and won’t let you come. The only person in this relationship that controls the bedroom play is me,” he threatens.
Is that what this is? A relationship? Pushing that aside, I think of him taking me hard and not letting me come. Would he? I wouldn’t put it past him; the words ring true in my mind. Shaking off the dreaded thoughts of not releasing, I lean forward again and I wrap my lips around his width. I take him whole the first time, before coming back up. Nix’s hands grip hard in my hair as I begin my oral assault; the pleasure of the sting makes me tremble more. Working him with both my mouth and grip, I reach down with my free hand and cup his balls, rolling them over in my hand. He groans his approval and it sends a rush straight to my core. Hearing him lose himself spurs me on and I suck deeper and harder.
“Kadence, if you want my dick in you, you have to stop or I’m gonna blow.” He grinds out after a few minutes, his control slowly slipping. I fight the internal battle of taking him to the brink or letting him relieve the ache between my legs.
“Kadence,” he warns again and I let the power of being able to make him come undone rule my decision. Relaxing my throat, I take him deeper as he tightens his grip, holding my head in place as he begins to fuck my mouth. The thrill and the forcefulness of watching him come undone before me floods my body with desire. I reach down, yearning to ease the growing ache between my thighs.
“Don’t even fuckin’ touch it,” he snarls at the same time he blows his load down my throat. My hand stills, his command turns me on even more. He is right; I love his dirty mouth.
Swallowing all that he delivers, I hold back the urge to gag and let him finish. When he slows and releases my hair, I take over sucking him clean.
“Fuck, we are so doing that again,” he insists after I let him fall from my mouth, and I look up at him. I smile and nod, agreeing it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.
“Now lie back. It’s my turn,” he orders, pushing my shoulder, before falling to his knees. I let the fall take me and feel his tongue lap up my wetness. As much as I love what we just did, I think I’m going to love my turn more.
***
The rays of the morning daylight sneak through the parted curtains. The sun coats my skin, warming me. The heat at my back lets me know Nix made it back to bed. Last night, after giving Nix the best head job I had in me, he returned the favor, ending in me riding him hard. We were interrupted halfway through, making it quick, but still so goddamn hot. Afterwards, I was left alone while he went to sort out whatever Jesse came and got him for. I don’t know what’s going down with the club. Nix wouldn’t tell me but he did say not to worry.
I shift my naked body, trying not to wake him, and gently turn to my side, untangling my body from his. Nix mumbles something unintelligible and curls further over.
Grabbing my phone and his shirt, I quietly make my way to the connecting bathroom. After putting on Nix’s shirt, I dial Holly’s number to let her know I’m okay. I know she will be worried I didn’t text last night. Placing the phone to my ear, I sit on the toilet and wait to hear her voice yell down my phone.
“Why hello, hussy,” she answers after the third ring.
“Hello.” I keep my voice low, careful not to wake Nix.
“I see from your bedroom door that you didn’t come home last night,” she laughs.
“Yeah, I stayed at the clubhouse.”
“YOU WHAT!” she screams at me, and I pull the phone away at the loudness of her voice. “You lucky bitch.” Lucky? I guess I can’t argue with her on that.
“Well, while you got the sexy bossy biker, I was left with Sy, aka cranky moody biker. Did you notice what a barrel of laughs he was?” She continues on her rant, “He mumbled two words to me after dropping me home. Two words, ‘See ya.’ That’s it, but I swear to God, Kadence. He could bark at me like a dog and I would still want to get inside his pants.” She growls in frustration and I believe her; the woman knows what she wants.
Sy is a serious man. The thought of him barking at Holly makes me laugh. She huffs down the phone, not impressed.
“Do you need me to come pick you up?” she asks, moving on from Sy.
“No, I’m gonna hang out for a bit. Nix had some club business to deal with last night so I’ll be home later.”
“Oh, ditching our standing lunch date for a man?” she sighs, and I let out a small laugh at her blatant jealousy.
“I’ll make it up to you, promise. I have to go,” I say when I hear Nix call out through the door.
“Have fun with all that male hotness,” she calls back before hanging up.
After using the bathroom, I wash my hands and place some toothpaste on my finger and do a quick brush to get rid of my morning breath. Walking back out of the bathroom, I see Nix sitting on the end of the bed.
“Morning,” I say, placing my phone on the bedside table and walking up to him.
“What the hell you been doin’ in there?” he asks me, standing up to do the button on his dark wash jeans. Geez, cranky much?
“Just talking to Holly,” I tell him. He bends down, takes my face in his hands and kisses me lightly. His whiskers tickle my face as I deepen the kiss; my tongue comes out, ready to dance with his. The groan I swallow from his mouth gives me the reaction I was hoping for before he pulls back.
“I gotta go. Got a meeting to sort this shit out.” He steps out of my embrace, reaching down for his shirt and pulling it over his head. The muscles of his chest and the tightness of his abdomen are immediately hidden. The man has a magnificent body.
“Oh,” I say, feeling disappointed that he keeps having to run off.
“Hold that thought. Give me an hour and I’ll be back. I’ll eat you for breakfast and then I’ll feed you,” he promises, leaning back down and kissing me deeply. I sag against him, my body molding to his. Drawing back, he brings his arms around me, his embrace strong, his scent making me weak. His hands roam further down, the roughness of them grazing my bare skin. “Fuck, Kadence, you’re not wearin’ any underwear?” I shake my head and watch as a pained expression fills his eyes. “Make sure you wear panties if you leave this room.” His eyes tell me he’s not joking, but of course, I like to tease.
“Oh, really, Nix? I thought it would be a good idea to walk out wearing your shirt as a dress, you know, let all the boys get a glimpse of what I have.” His hand comes to my hair, tugging it in a sharp movement. I don’t know what feelings course through me more, the stinging pain coming from my head as it comes back at his pull or my throbbing pussy at the total act of dominance.
“Swear to fuckin’ God, woman. Do. Not. Push. Me.” His mouth attacks mine, his tongue showing me more than words can say. I guess teasing him like that would be a bad idea.
I lift my leg and hike it up over his thigh, drawing him closer into me. His hands cups my ass, lifting me up he walks me back, my shoulders reaching the coolness of the wall. My body is suspended between him and the wall. Keeping me steady, he moves his hips, his arousal finding the spot.
Matching his rhythm, I let myself build. A whimper escapes as he moves his mouth down the side of my face continuing down my cheek, slowly descending toward my neck. He nibbles and sucks at the softness of my skin right near my collarbone. My head in a haze, the closeness of his body, and him trapping me to the wall, leaves me panting for more. I reach down, working the buckle and button as fast as I can. My soft fingers dive in and wrap around his rapidly growing erection.
“Kadence,” he warns, my name coming out as a sigh.
His cock jumps at the pressure as I squeeze him in my hand, telling me he wants me just as much as I want him. His lips work their way back up to my mouth, while I pump my hand up and down his cock.
“Fuck, woman, don’t think I don’t know what your game is. If your hand didn’t feel so fuckin’ good squeezin’ me tight, I’d take you over my knee for the shit you keep pullin’.” He makes a sound, which comes from the back of his throat, before his mouth comes down hard on mine. I open, allowing entry as his tongue comes out stroking me to ecstasy. My movements become harder, faster, rocking in unconscious time against him. He pulls back, eyes full of desire, breathing ragged.
“Fuck it,” he laments giving into the pleasure. He carries me back over to the bed. Throwing me down, I bounce on landing. My hands go to my shirt, ripping it over my head. I have no shame. How I can go from hiding away embarrassed to ripping my clothes off in two nights? I have no idea. It’s like the need is taking over.
His body covers mine; the heat instantly has me craving more. My hands grip the sheets as his hot wet tongue circles my nipple and his fingers work the place I’m most desperate. With his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling at my sensitive clit, my head falls to the side as I feel the waves begin to build with each roll of my hips. His calloused fingers are rough against my bare core. Moaning his name, I reach down and grab hold of his hard length, keen to have him inside of me again. He moves his hand, taking it up to my lonely nipple while his mouth works the other.
Bringing his knee up between my legs, he pushes in, his upper thigh right where my burn is. “Rub yourself up against me,” he commands, as the momentum of rolling myself up against his thick thigh takes over. I’ve never dry humped anyone before, but the wild waves of pleasure hitting me right now is enough to make we want to savor the intensity of it.
“Eyes, Kadence,” he warns, moving his mouth onto my left breast. He looks up at me as I look down, our gazes locked. Goose bumps break out over my skin as his teeth latch onto my nipple, rolling the erect bud over the sharpness before biting down hard. The orgasm hits fast, starting from my toes and ripples through me. My grip tightens around him; grinding my hips against him as a tidal wave of enormous power sends me over in a final shattering release.
“Fuck,” he hisses before releasing himself into my hand, the warmth of his cum coating my fingers as I squeeze him dry. His approval, a harsh cry of raw masculine satisfaction, tells me his release was just as intense as mine.
“You’re gonna kill me if we keep acting like fourteen-year-old horny teenagers,” he pants in short bursts.
I don’t know about horny teenagers, but the chemistry is intense for grown adults. Even masturbation between us is as hot as the real deal.
“You’ve made a mess,” I laugh, looking down at his pants, my hands covered in him.
“Let me clean up. I'm gonna be late, but fuck, that was worth it.” Pulling back, he plants a gentle kiss to my mouth, stands and walks to the bathroom.
I lie naked, the orgasm aftermath still floating through my body. My limbs are heavy and relaxed, but the need to have him is nowhere near filled. Knowing that’s all I’m going to get, with Nix needing to sort out club business, I follow him into the bathroom.
After we both clean up, Nix makes me promise that I’ll wear my panties out in the club. I roll my eyes at his command but agree I’ll be on my best behavior. Kissing me senseless, he leaves me alone with a vow to be back and ready to take me again.
Flopping down on the bed, I let out a frustrated sigh at my now boring morning. I’m not keen on leaving the room without Nix, so I guess I could go back to sleep. My phone beeps next to me as I settle back in under the covers. I reach over and grab it from the bedside table checking the screen.
Unknown: Kadence, we need to talk. Urgently. You’re in danger. Call me. Zane
Zane. I freaking knew I saw him last night. What a freaking asshole, dipshit motherfucker. I should have gone looking for him and given the man a piece of my mind. Still in bed, I stare at my phone, emotions raging through me. I can’t understand why after three years, he finally contacts me. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. The urge to see him again and wanting to punch him in the junk is tearing me apart. I don’t know what to say, how to answer. I don’t have a chance to respond as another text comes through.
Unknown: If you don’t want what happened to our house to happen to Holly, you will meet me.
What the hell? Was that a threat? He is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. I can’t believe I was going to marry him. Rage now replaces any notion that he finally came back for me.
Kadence: What do you want, asshole?
I text back, already regretting it. Engaging with him will only spell trouble.
Unknown: Meet me down by our old house. At the park on Old Bay Road.
I contemplate not going, telling him to go to hell. I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to get out of the clubhouse, but the idea of Holly’s place ending in the same fate as mine makes me have second thoughts.
Shit.
Kadence: What time?
Unknown: One hour.
While texting Holly there’s a change of plan and I need her to meet me at the front of the Knights Rebels compound, I race around the room searching for my panties, skirt and shoes. My phone beeps again. I pick it up quickly to see if Holly can pull off my request.
Holly: On my way.
She’s so good to me. Running my hand over my bedhead, I take a large shaky breath. Am I really going to go do this? Maybe I should text Nix. Pushing that thought away, I steel myself ready to handle Zane myself. The asshole took too much away from me. I'm not going to give up a perfect opportunity to let him have a piece of my mind. Quietly, I make my way out of Nix’s room. I know Nix asked me to stay, but he didn’t say I had to stay. If he were here, I would probably do the same thing. Wouldn’t I? Either way, I’m leaving. I need to sort out my dipshit ex and hope whatever he has to say doesn’t end in me wanting to murder him.
