Reclaimed (Knights Rebels MC #2.5) (7 page)

“Stop it.” She smiles but it’s an awkward one, as if the compliment makes her uncomfortable.

“I know we have a long way to go, baby, fuck I do. But I’m tellin’ you now, your man tells you you’re sexy, you don’t fuckin’ smile like you don’t believe it. You hear me?” The air between us changes, like a switch has been flipped, and her eyes come back to life. And fuck me if it ain’t the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “You do that shit again, I’ll fuckin’ bend you over the nearest surface and spank your hot little ass. You hear me?” I watch as her lips quiver at my tone. “Kadence,” I push when she doesn’t answer.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She swallows and I know I have her attention. I twist my body to face her and lean into her space. “Try me.” I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, or if I’m doing it right, but something in the air tonight tells me this is what she needs. Maybe I’m going about it the wrong way, but I’m at a point where I don’t care. This is not just what Kadence needs, but what I need.

“Let’s dance.” She breaks the moment and moves into me. I know she’s trying to escape our table, but I don’t argue or push with my previous threats, just pull her out and follow her to the dance floor. The music is slow, and normally I wouldn’t dance to this shit, but tonight is about Kadence and with the fuck-up at Moda, I’m not about to deny her. 

She turns to face me and slowly begins to move.

“Don’t go all shy on me.” I pull her into me.

“I didn’t think this through,” she complains, but I won’t let her backtrack.

“Just follow my lead,” I tell her and move to face her away with her back to my front.  After two songs, I’m regretting my decision as Kadence’s ass moves faster against me.

“Fuck, baby. Let’s go back.” I groan as my cock throbs even harder. Fuck, I haven’t felt this hard in such a long time.

“What’s wrong?” She turns and looks down at me straining in my jeans.

“All good, baby.” I adjust myself, feeling it grow even more. Jesus, that pill is fucking dangerous.

“You sure you’re okay?” Kadence asks. Her amusement turns into concern when we walk back to the table. I squeeze my eyes shut as my head becomes lost in the fog of my arousal.

“I really need to fuck you,” I admit.

“I’m sure you can wait.” She smirks, patting my leg. My hand covers hers, stopping her from pushing me over the edge.

“I don’t think you get me. If I don’t fuck you soon, this is going to be bad.” I realize no truer words have been spoken as I say them. My heart rate picks up and my whole body tingles. Jesus, I shouldn’t have taken that Viagra.

Taking her hand in mine, I pull her out of the booth and drag her out the door—leaving our food and drinks behind.

“Nix, what’s going on? We didn’t even get to eat.”

“I took something and if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m gonna fucking explode,” I explain, pulling her along at a faster pace. I doubt she gets the severity in my voice, but her rubbing her ass against me was a bad idea.

“What did you take?” She stops in front of my bike, pulling her arm from my grasp.

“Just something to bring my boy to attention.”

“You took Viagra!” Her voice rings out on the sidewalk.

“Shit, tell the fuckin’ town.” I place the helmet on her head. “Yes, took something. It’s no big deal. I just need to fuck you now, so get that sweet ass on the bike. I’m taking you home.”

She moves to argue, but I stop her. “Swear to Christ, woman. Get your ass on the fuckin’ bike now or I’m takin’ you right here.” She stands there shocked, taking in the seriousness of my voice, before looking down at my bike. I don’t know what she’s thinking, don’t know if I’m pushing her too far, but I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d fuck her against my bike. If she even hesitates, it’s a done fuckin’ deal.

CHAPT
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Kadence

I swallow past the lump in my throat at his confession, and squeeze my legs together at his threat.

“Kadence,” he pushes, clearly in pain.

“Okay, okay.”

He takes my hand and helps me onto the bike.  I have to bite my lip to hold in the laugh. This date is interesting to say the least.

“If you had a skirt on tonight, I don’t even think I’d make it home,” he says, climbing on and revving the throttle; the loud rumble of the pipes filling my ears and taking me to a place that only Nix and his bike can take me.

I move forward and wrap my arms around him. “Lucky I didn’t. Last thing we need tonight is an arrest,” I joke as we take off. I don’t hear his reply, but going by the tightness in his jeans, I know this ride will be an uncomfortable one. Trying not to worry about what is coming, I close my eyes and rest my head on his back.

After a five-minute drive, we pull up at the front of the clubhouse.

“What are we doing here?” I ask when he shuts his bike off, and helps me down.

“Not even gonna make it home.” He pulls me along and I struggle to keep up, tripping on my own feet.

“Come on, Nix. It can’t be that bad,” I laugh, not believing the situation.

The clubhouse is quieter than normal, but a few people are still hanging around.

“Everyone, out now!” Nix booms, standing in the middle of the main room. I know it’s a ridiculous demand, but the men move fast, with no complaints, and I stand here getting more turned on. Oh, Jesus, what are they thinking? After a few goodbyes, and knowing looks, we’re left alone.

I walk up to the bar and pour myself a whiskey while Nix locks the doors.

“Thank fuck they’re gone.” He comes back and I turn.

“It was a bit extreme, no?” I look around the now empty clubhouse. He doesn’t answer, just watches me carefully.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Kadence.” He finally speaks, the thick air around us, growing as each second ticks by. “Your choice where. In my bed, over the bar, or on the pool table.”  His voice is gravelly, and I don’t know if he’s just too turned on to talk, or if it’s the drugs he took.

“You sure you’re okay, Nix?” I ask, half turned-on, half really worried.

“Yeah, baby. I’m fine.”  He clears his throat and shakes his head.

“Nix, I’m worried,” I begin, but he doesn’t listen. His jeans drop to the floor, his shirt is ripped off next, and in no less than thirty seconds, he stands before me naked with the angriest erection I’ve ever seen.

“Jesus, Nix.” I can’t hold in the gasp, my breath leaving me in one, fast whoosh.

“Fuck, I know, baby, and you’re gonna take it,” he warns, gripping himself in his hand. “No bullshit tensing and no pulling away. I’m gonna take you the way you need to be taken, Kadence, and you’re gonna beg me for more. You understand me?” And just like that, he sends another thrill straight to my pussy. I’ve missed this Nix. Bossy, sexy, Nix.

I nod, knowing words would be pointless.

“You didn’t answer my first question, so I’ll choose.” He steps closer. “Strip and bend over the pool table,” he demands, still stroking his cock. A small part of me wants to argue, the look of unease over his face is enough to worry, but my need to have him out-weighs any concern.

Bending over, I remove my heels and slowly peel my jeans down my legs. I push all insecurities out of my head and come back to full height.
You can do this, Kadence.

“Put your heels back on.” This time his voice scratches.

“Do you need some water, Nix?” He shakes his head and points to the table. Instead of arguing, I do as he asks, stepping back into my heels.

“Shirt too.” He moves closer and my body trembles at his command. I take a breath and keep my eyes on the floor, pulling my top up over my head.

“Look at me,” he demands, pushing me deeper into his arousal.

“Fuckin’ sexy bra, but you need to lose it.” His eyes move over the lingerie set Holly and I spent half a day trying to find. I continue to follow his instructions, dropping my bra to the rest of the pile.

“Now, drop your panties, walk your fine ass over to the pool table, and show me your pussy.” I don’t let myself get caught up in nerves. On shaky legs, I do as I’m told. I let Holly’s words hold me together, while Nix’s demands try to break me down.

“Baby,” Nix groans when I plant my hand on the green felt, and spread my legs. I feel him move in behind me, his front grazing my back.

"Fuckin' missed this, baby. You perched over like this, showin' me your pussy. All fuckin' pink and pretty." The feather touch of his finger runs through my wetness and the simple touch nearly brings me undone.

"I'm gonna eat you, Kadence. Gonna fuckin' eat you like a starved man," he promises. His voice rises up to me from the low position he moves to. Then his mouth is on me. Warm. Wet. Brutal.

I buck as his tongue flicks my clit. The feel of his chin all rough and prickly, dangles me over the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Nix.” The moan leaves my mouth without me realizing it. I’m consumed by this man. Even thinking is too much when his mouth is on me.

“God, baby, I miss that sound,” he confesses against me. The grumble of his voice vibrating my core.

“Yes, Nix. There, oh, God. Yes.” My orgasm runs through me. Hard. Fast. Raw.
Excitement fills every inch of my needy body as the pleasure pushes me over. Every nerve in me comes to life, igniting me, reclaiming me.

“That’s it, baby,” Nix whispers in my ear. His fingers replace his mouth as one hand moves up and pinches my nipple.

“Gonna fuck you now, baby, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl. You got me?”

“Yeah.” I moan my answer when his hardness moves through my folds, then sinks home in one hard thrust.

“Jesus.” We both groan as his cock throbs and my walls pulse to accommodate him.

“Fuck, Kadence,” he growls. I squeeze him in my grip as he slides out then pushes back in. The sting of him stretching me is long forgotten when his movements milk the pleasure from me.

“Harder,” I cry as my body builds, greedy for my moment of ecstasy. I’ve waited too long for this high, nothing will stop me from racing toward it again.

“Harder?” His question is forced out over the sound of his balls slapping against me.

“Fuck me harder, Nix,” I beg, scratching at the felt under my fingers. Each thrust pushes my hips into the side of the pool table. I know tomorrow I’ll be bruised, but I’ve missed this. Missed Nix and missed our connection so much, I don’t even care. I can’t care because I have my man inside of me. Fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. That’s all that matters.

“Fuck, baby. Hold on,” Nix’s strained voice warns, and his speed spirals out of control. Each deep thrust pushes me head first into a heart shattering, soul changing and mind blowing bliss.

I let the room around us fade. I let all my insecurities go. I let the past wash over me, the ugliness I’ve lived fade, and in return, the goodness we once had shines bright. Fuck, I’ve missed my man.

“Jesus, Kadence.” Nix’s orgasm ends in an almighty roar. “Welcome back, baby,” he pants as he pulls my head back and takes my mouth in his Nix-way of dominating me.

“You can say that again,” I pant against his lips. My breathing comes back to normal, but I know my body won’t recover so quickly.

We stay connected and in the moment until I feel like I can no longer stand. “Nix, let me up,” I complain, my legs shaking under my own weight.

“Hmmm,” he replies still planted deep.

“Nix.” I twist up to see what he’s doing, but don’t get far when he falls to the floor. “Nix.” I half laugh, half choke at his fall.

“Fuck,” he groans and I fall down next to him.

“Are you okay?” I move to lay over his chest.

“I don’t know. My dick feels numb.” I lift my head and look down at his still hard, angry looking cock.

“Fuck, Nix, it’s so big.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

I look down at it again. “I mean,” I giggle when he smacks my ass, “it just doesn’t normally look so big.”

“Oh, it’s big, woman. Tell me how much you love it.” He rolls over me, covering me with his weight.

“Okay, it’s big, but that,” I look down as it stands to attention against my stomach, “is a monster.”

“I love it when you talk about my cock with so much love.” His teeth sink into the side of my neck.

“I think I love your angry cock,” I counter as his mouth moves down my neck, along my collarbone.

“I think my angry cock wants you.”

“Again?”

He doesn’t answer; instead, he brings his fingers between my legs, and slides back inside me. I try not to laugh at the predicament we find ourselves in. We go from not having sex in months to twice in the matter of ten minutes.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” He looks at me with such love I don’t know how I ever doubted him. Doubted us.

“Show me what you’ve got, Mr. Knight.”

“With pleasure, Mrs. Knight.” 

***

“What do you mean it won’t go down?”  Brooks asks down the cell phone hours later as we sit in the hospital cubicle waiting for a doctor. I look down at Nix’s lap and see his cock still standing to attention.

“I mean, it won’t go down,” I try to explain over the sound of Nix groaning in pain.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck,” I snap back. “I can’t believe you gave it to him, Brooks.” On the way to the hospital, Nix told me about Brooks hooking him up.

“Can we not have this conversation,” Nix moans next to me.

“I don’t know how long we’re going to be, so can you check on Jesse for us?”

“Yeah, I’ll call him,” Brooks agrees, and I feel a little bad that his night with Kelly is messed up, but at least he’s not in Nix’s position.

“Thanks, I’ll keep you posted.” I hang up and sit back down to wait for the doctor.

“I can’t believe you took it. What were you thinking, Nix?”

“I don’t know why you’re pissed. It’s my cock,” Nix moans. The longer his hard-on stays, the more in pain he seems to be.

“You’re right. It’s your dick that’s gonna have to get a fucking needle in it,” I snap. I’m not sure what I’m really angry at; the fact Nix thought he needed a pill to get hard to have sex with me, or that our date is over. I think more that our amazing date is over.

After taking me over the pool table and again on the floor, we spent the evening talking, eating and playing pool. It was as if time had never moved between us. We talked about the past, the kids, how far we had come. We made promises that we would make more time for ourselves. We shared our fears and talked of what our future holds. We laughed. I cried. We made love and vowed to always come back to each other. We connected on a level we never had before and I finally felt like we had found each other again. Then after all of that, when the sun was threatening to rise, when our children would soon be waking, Nix took me again. Only instead of ending our perfect night making love, something went terribly wrong.  Now, sitting in ER with a raging hard-on that won’t go away, my husband waits for news I don’t think he’s prepared for.

“You don’t have to remind me.” He holds out his hand, waiting for me to take it.

“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that, Nix. I’m sure the boys will have that sorted.” I snort, knowing if word gets around to Jesse, Nix will never live this shit down.

“Kadence, I was only trying to make it good for you, baby,” he explains and I don’t have anything to say to that. It’s always been good. He definitely doesn’t need it, but I know that my insecurities, helped fuel his, so I can’t blame him.

“Mr. Knight?” An older male doctor walks in before I can respond.

“Yep, that’s me.” Nix nods, trying not to let the pain show over his face. 

“Why, Mr. Knight, are you happy to see me?” The doctor looks down at my husband’s cock. I try not to let it affect me; try to look away, but one look at Nix’s face and the laughter comes. I’m a bad person, laughing at the inappropriate joke the old doctor cracks, but I can’t help it.

“Shut your mouth, woman,” Nix warns, not one bit impressed. I cover my mouth to mask the snort and watch him turn back to face the older man.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” the doctor asks, looking down at his chart.

“I think my wife broke my cock, Doc.” The room fills with laughter while Nix groans in pain.

“For that comment, I will tell Jesse,” I tease, not really meaning it.

“Do it and I will spank you,” he growls through his pain and just like that, Nix and Kadence are back. We might have had a long way to go, sitting in an ER room with a broken dick, but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered, because Nix had me, and I had Nix. We had come full circle. We struggled and we fell, but we did it with an unconditional love. We came back to each other when it was all said and done.

Our love wasn’t a fight, but something worth fighting for.

We would always be something worth fighting for.