Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series (10 page)

“
Mmmmm fuck,” Trace moaned.

And Tex’s groan across the room was loud and full of need.

The noises set off a second wave of tremors as Nikki’s eyes closed again and she let bliss sweep over her. As she came down from that place Trace’s fingers were still stroking gently inside her prolonging the sweet ache.

“Hello Brother,” Trace greeted Tex as if he knew he’d been standing there the whole time.

“Evening,” Tex’s voice was husky and full of sex.

Another shiver passed through her.

“She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes isn’t she?” Trace asked.

“Beautiful doesn’t begin to cover it,” Tex replied.

Trace had definitely known Tex was there.

“You knew?” she whispered to Trace in astonishment.

“Yeah Baby girl I knew,” he replied
shrugging his shoulders.

Nikki’s mind was spinning. He’d known Tex was there. She looked down at the way they were positioned and where Tex was standing. God, not only had he known he’d displayed her perfectly so Tex could watch. What the hell?

Trace withdrew his fingers from inside her drawing an automatic whimper from Nikki.

“I know Baby girl but I think that’s enough for now,” he responded.

Enough for now? She couldn’t get her head around this shit. Had they planned this, the two of them? What was going on here? She opened her mouth to say something and Trace put his finger to her lips.

“
Sssshhhhh Baby girl. We’ll talk about it another time ok?”

She just nodded at him as he smoothed her shirt back in to place and adjusted her legs so she was no longer on display. Tex picked up her feet and sat down on the couch placing them in his lap. Trace switched the movie back on and both boys turned their
attention to the screen. It was like something incredibly hot and extraordinary hadn’t happened at all and this was just another ordinary night. Except for the hard ons both men were sporting no one would think any different.

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Tex lay awake in bed thinking about what had happened tonight. He had to admit he had not been prepared for that. He didn’t expect it to affect him quite so much as it did. The thought of any other man’s hands on his woman made him want to beat the shit out of something but for some reason with Trace it had never bothered him as much. He guessed that’s because he trusted the man and he loved him as a best friend and a brother. It should’ve been weird though. It should’ve been weird watching Trace’s hands on Nikki but it wasn’t. It was hot, it was beyond hot. Maybe Trace’s idea wasn’t so crazy.

He wondered what she’d been thinking about before she came, if he featured in her little fantasy, if the both of them featured in her fantasy. God he needed to think about something else. He was hard as hell and being just down the hall from Nikki knowing she was naked under his shirt and having watched her come didn’t make it any easier. Or maybe it was the fact that it had been so long since he’d had his hands on her that the mental tease was driving him crazy. He needed her so badly but that wasn’t the plan and he had to stick to the plan.

Nikki screamed suddenly frightening him out of his thoughts. He jumped out of bed and raced down the hall throwing her door open. She shot upright in bed whipping her Glock out from under her pillow and swinging around to face him her feet hitting the floor. He held his hands up as Trace skidded to halt behind him.

“Whoa there Ace. It’s only us,” he stated as he held his hands up in surrender.

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Her finger halted on the trigger as his voice pierced the sleepy fog inside her brain. The horror of what she’d nearly done hit her and she cursed dropping her gun to the bed. She’d nearly fired at them. Tex entered slowly while Trace squeezed past him and rushed to her side.

“Are you ok Nikki?” Trace asked as he smoothed her hair back.

She could see the concern swirling in those ocean blue eyes of his. The fact that she’d pointed a loaded weapon at them not even factoring in with him. She flicked her eyes to Tex. He hung back eyeing her warily. From his body language she could tell he wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t have pulled the trigger. He was right. If he’d have spoken a second later he might’ve been bleeding out on the floor.

She stared blankly at Trace trying to hide the turmoil of emotion going on inside her.

“I’m fine,” her voice came out flat.

She could tell from the look on his face he didn’t believe her. She took a deep breath and prepped herself for the fake.

“I’m fine Trace. It was just a bad dream. I’m not the ones who were on the other side of a loaded pistol.”

A fucking nightmare is more like it. Seeing Chrissy in that hospital bed and killing those two Niners had fed the monster inside her and if she wouldn’t let it out when she was awake it would get her in her god damn sleep.

She dreamt she took Chrissy’s place. She was laying on the floor of this large room while Black’s goons beat the shit out of her. Black was standing back in the corner an evil smile plastered across his face. He was laughing with someone, the fourth person, the unknown one. Even though their back was to her and the silhouette was blurry it was somehow familiar to her. As she lay there in pain her body being beaten black and blue the unknown figure turned around. Fear, real fear over took her as she stared at her herself laughing sadistically with Black. Only it wasn’t her. The eyes were all wrong. The eyes belonged to the monster inside her and as she opened her mouth to scream it had launched itself at her. That’s why she’d woken and gone straight for her weapon.

Trace smiled at her. His smile had always warmed her insides and melted her heart.

“Not the first time and I doubt it’ll be the last. You wouldn’t have shot us. Anyway I’d happily take a
bullet for you Baby Girl.”

She had to smile at the faith he had in her.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Trace asked.

She sighed.
She was trying to be but it would seem the world conspired against her in that department.

“Yes. You two go back to bed I’ll be ok.”

“Ok Baby Girl just scream if you need us,” He grinned at her standing up and leaving the room.

On the way past he and
Tex shared a look then he gave Tex a quick nod before he continued down the hall to his room.

Nikki dropped her head into her hands. She could’ve killed one or both of the only people in this world that truly cared about her.

“Don’t
,” Tex’s voice was firm.

She looked up at him. He was still standing at the far side of her room his face hard with…
.. anger maybe?

“He’s right you know. You wouldn’
t have pulled the trigger,” he sounded confident as he made the statement but he was still standing as far away from her as possible.

“Really?
Then why the hell are you standing all the way over there looking at me like I could take your head off any minute.”

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It wasn’t because he thought she would take his head off it was because he was so pissed off. Pissed off at himself, at Trace, at her father, at the club, pissed off that they hadn’t done enough to protect her, and pissed off that she was the way she was because of all of it. She was hard on the outside no doubt about it but inside she was broken and he couldn’t figure out a way to fix it. Instead he did the only thing he knew how to do.

He crossed the room and slid to his knees in front of her. His hands slid slowly up her arms over her shoulders. One hand slid round the back of her neck the other cupped her chin bringing her face up to look at him. He could see the doubt, the pain and the conflict in her eyes and there was only one way he knew how to take it away. He leaned forward brushing his lips gently against hers. She crushed her lips against his mouth opening in invitation to his tongue.

Tex needed this as much as she needed this. He'd waited long enough to get his hands on her. He'd endured the heartache of watching her fall apart. He'd suffered through the hurt he'd purposefully caused her. He knew this was not a part of their plan but he was impatient and couldn't help himself where Nikki was concerned. He wanted to show her he still loved her and worshipped her too.

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She needed this. She needed everything in her mind gone if only for a short time. She needed to be numb to everything but his touch. Her hands went immediately to his chest smoothing their way over his pecks and down his abs. The man had the body of a greek god. His six feet something frame put them face to face with her even though he was on his knees. His shoulders were wide, his waist narrow and what lay in between was a wall of solid mouth-watering muscle. He stood leaning over her keeping their mouths locked together their tongues sliding hungrily over each other.

She scooted back on to the mattress Tex following crawling over the top of her. He released her mouth and gripped the bottom of her shirt ripping it up over head leaving her in just a pair of lace boy short panties. His eyes moved hungrily over her body and she revelled in his heated gaze. He stopped when his eyes hit her panties and licked his lips sending a shiver through her body that went straight to her clit.

All of a sudden her body was alive for him her breath fast and shallow, her nipples hard and begging for attention, her clit swollen and her pussy wet and aching. Tex had always had this sort of control over her body one hungry look and she was ready to drop her panties and take him on the spot.

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Fuck she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, she always had been. Her long dark hair framed her pale skin, stormy blue-grey eyes and dark pink lips that were wet and swollen from their kisses. And her body, her body was so sweet it would bring the hardest man to tears. She had the sexiest curves, going in and out where a woman should. Her breasts were perfect teardrop shaped, sloping down to dusky pink nipples the weight of them sitting just below that, they just fit inside his large hand. Her legs were long, not slender as such she was a runner, but toned and sleek. And what lay between those creamy thighs of hers was heaven and hell all at the same time.

His eyes stalled exactly there the knowledge of what lay under those lacy panties had him licking his lips in anticipation. Nikki shivered and squeezed her thighs together. His cock was hard as hell the material of his sleep pants rubbing across the head every time he moved. He couldn’t wait any longer. Tex hooked his fingers inside her panties and ripped. A low moan escaped her and his cock twitched at the sound. He tossed her destroyed panties into the corner of the room and dove on top of her latching on to her nipple with his mouth.

"Tex," Nikki moaned his name and he felt an ache start in his chest.

He knew exactly what it was. He felt it every time the reality hit him that this moment wasn’t
gonna last. He felt it every time he looked at her with someone else. He felt it every time he thought he was losing her. For the most part he was a hard ass but Nikki, she was his one weakness. He wanted nothing more than to hear her say his name like that every day for the rest of his life.

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She just wanted him inside her hard and fast. Tex was alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue over first one nipple then the other. She brought her feet to his hips and used them to push his pants down over his legs freeing that big beautiful cock of his. He finished discarding his pants and his hand moved to her slick folds.

“Are you wet for me Ace?” his voice was hoarse against her breast as he slid his fingers th
rough the wet warmth of her.

He skipped over her clit and slid two fingers straight inside her. Her only answer was a whimper and the clench of her muscles around his fingers.

“What do you want Ace?” he asked while he slid his fingers in and out.

She couldn’t speak she could only gasp and moan. He withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his cock at her opening.

“
Tell me. I need to hear it,” a shade of desperation seeped into his voice.

Nikki realized then just how badly he needed her and how badly she needed him.

“I
need you inside me Tex. I need you hard and fast.”

She normally wouldn’t have used such delicate language with him but this wasn’t about fucking. This was about washing away the pain she’d put him through and the pain she’d endured.

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He was already rigid as steel but at her words he hardened further leaking pre-come. Tex gripped her hips hard and slammed forward into her. A scream ripped from her body and her insides clamped down on him. That first stroke always felt like heaven, not that every other stroke didn’t but on that first stroke the weight of all the stress he'd been carrying began to seep from his body. God he missed this. He pulled out and powered in again and again. She was his release and without her Tex had been sinking himself deeper and deeper into the bottom of the bottle to ease his stress.