Incandescent (14 page)

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.

***

T
he 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.

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.

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.

I text back, already regretting it. Engaging with him will only spell trouble.

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.

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.

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.

Nix

B
ack when my dad and the Knights Rebels Originals ran the drug trade of Rushford, Nevada, they would never even think about doing what we are about to do. Things were a lot different, and riding freely onto Mayhem territory is something that just did not happen. Even with the truce¸ I don’t like what we’re about to do.

Pulling into the parking lot fifteen minutes outside of town, I prepare myself for the shit storm that I can feel brewing. Today is a friendly gathering: three boys each. I brought Sy, Brooks and Jesse with me, leaving Beau back at the compound.

T and his boys sit in the back corner and I make my way to their table. The boys hang back, keeping our meeting relaxed.

“Nix,” T says, nodding his head. I can see he’s pissed that we called this meeting but fuck if I give a shit.

T is a large bastard. His shaved head shows off his tattooed skull giving him a menacing look. A scar that runs from his temple to his jaw takes me back to the night that my pops gave it to him. The Knights Rebels had intercepted some of their men on our territory and took them to the warehouse. My father had a huge barn set up out the back of a brother’s farm where they held most of their illegal dealings. That was the first mistake that changed the course of our lives. Being so close to town, so close to civilians, he didn’t realize how open it left our loved ones.

Mayhems were on our territory and that’s all that mattered in the war between the two clubs. My pops was still pissed at me, still unsure what I wanted to do with my life, and this one particular night, he took me out to the barn to show me how they ran the guns. I wasn’t prepared for what unfolded. I witnessed them torture two men for walking over some imaginary line they had made up.

Watching my father slice open the side of T’s face sealed the fate of my mother; only at the time, no one was to know that. T was a runt, a prospect for the Mayhems, and only a year older than me.