Nickel (Fallen Lords M.C. Book 1)

by Winter Travers

  Her bra dropped to the floor when I growled “one,” and she was naked before me.

  “Now what?” she whispered.

  I crooked my finger at her. “Come here, baby girl.”

  She shuffled in front of me, her arms at her side, and her bottom lip between her teeth. Was I ever going to get used to having Karmen this way? I prayed to God I never would because I never wanted to take her for granted. “This is going to be hard and fast, but it’s going to be damn good.”

  Her body trembled at my words, and she sucked in a quick breath. “Okay.”

  I grabbed her around the waist, spun her around, and pushed her onto the bed. She moved to crawl up to the pillows, but my hands gripped her hips, stopping her. “Stay right here.” I covered her back with my body, my dick nestling in between her lush ass cheeks. “Good girl,” I whispered in her ear.

  My hand snaked down in between us, and she spread her legs, letting me nestle in between them. “Put your knees on the bed, but stay on the edge,” I ordered quietly.

  As soon as she had both knees on the bed, my dick plunged into her wet, slick pussy, balls deep. “Nickel,” she gasped.

  Her tight pussy milked my dick with each thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  Each time my balls slapped against her, a whimper escaped her lips, driving me insane. “Feel it, baby. Fucking feel it,” I growled.

  “Please, Nickel please,” she begged. Her head was tossed back, and her eyes were shut. I grabbed her hair in one hand while the other hand gripped her waist, holding her in place.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself and come around my dick.”

  She went down on her elbow, one arm holding her up, while the other sought out her clit. Now I wished like hell I had flipped her over, but seeing her lush ass as I sunk into her wet cunt was sending me to the brink.

  “Fast, baby girl. I’m gonna come,” I grunted.

  Her hand grazed my dick, and I exploded inside her. Stars flashed before my eyes, and I collapsed on top of her, my hips involuntarily thrusting. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I shouted as my balls emptied.

  She yelled my name, her voice muffled by the blanket she had her face shoved into. She whimpered and whined, her pussy milking my dick dry. Both of our breathing was labored, and I brushed her hair out of her face.

  Her face was turned towards me, and her eyes were shut, a content smile was on her lips. “Wow.”

  I couldn’t even think of a word to describe what had just happened. Hell, I could barely think. My fingers trailed up and down her back, drawing lazy circles.

  “Did you go mute?” she asked. Her beautiful green eyes were searching my face, concerned.

  “Damn near.” My voice was gravelly and hoarse.

  She hummed under her breath and wiggled her arm out from under her. “I’m starving, but I’m pretty sure my legs are Jell-O right now.”

  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Chinese or pizza?”

  “Hmm, both?” she giggled.

  I gathered her in my arms, rolled to my back, and draped her over me. “I worked you up that good, huh?”

  She slid between my legs, her elbows on my chest, and her head resting in her hands. A slow smile spread across her lips as she looked down at me. “Or maybe I’m refueling for later?”

  “Put on my shirt, find something to drink, and meet me on the couch.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pouted her lips. “I’m surprised you want me to get dressed.”

  My lips pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Delivery guy ain’t gonna see what’s mine, baby girl, and we both need to eat. That damn sure isn’t going to happen if you’re naked.”

  “Fine,” she huffed as she moved out of my lap.

  She shakily took a step and looked over her shoulder at me. “I blame you for my wobbliness.”

  I shrugged. “That’s one thing I don’t mind taking credit for.” I snagged my pants off the floor and tossed my shirt to her.

  She pulled it over her head and piled her hair on top of her head. “Nickel,” she called.

  “Yeah?”

  “You can tell me why you had a bad day, you know that, right?”

  That was the shit of all of this. I couldn’t tell her what the hell was going on. No one knew club business unless they were a patched member of the club. “I know. Just not much to tell.”

  “Okay, but just remember, I’m a good listener.” She disappeared out the door with a wink over her shoulder at me.

  I fell back onto her bed with my phone in my hand and sighed deeply. Not only was she hot as hell and fan-fucking-tastic in bed, but she was also probably one of the best people I had met in my life.

  I was going to go to Hell for corrupting Karmen and making her mine.

  Sweet and innocent meets ruthless and wild.

  Definitely going to Hell, but what a fun ride it was going to be.

  **********

  Karmen

  “Hit me.”

  “What? Why?”

  Nikki sighed and laid down on the couch, resting her head in my lap. “Because it’s Friday night, and we’re both sitting in front of the TV watching lame movies from the 80s. Just hit me. It’ll make this shit night complete.”

  I pushed her off my lap and grabbed the remote off of the coffee table. “We do this every Friday night. I don’t know why you suddenly think this sucks.” Well, last Friday night we hadn’t. I had told Nickel that I normally hung out with Nikki, but he decided that he was coming over and I really didn’t get a say in the manner.

  Don’t get me wrong, I loved spending time with him, but sometimes, the man's pushiness drove me a bit batty.

  “Because you have a smoking hot boyfriend who you should be spending every waking minute with, and I should be out there finding my own Adonis.” She flopped onto the floor and kicked her feet. “We are so pathetic,” she whined.

  “Speak for yourself. My body could use a break for one night,” I mumbled. From what Nickel had told me before he had left, I was more than likely going to get a couple nights of rest before he came back.

  Nikki sat up, leaning back on her elbows. “Oh, you poor thing. You’re so worn out from getting too much good dick. Whatever will you do?”

  “Have you always been this bitchy?” I asked, smirking.

  “It’s the condition I have.”

  I leaned forward and looked down at her. “And what condition is that?”

  “Bitchiness due to Lack-A-Dick-Itis.”

  “Oh Jesus,” I laughed. “You think you’re gonna make it, or should I start planning your funeral?”

  She fell back on the floor and tossed her arm over her face. “It’s terminal. The only thing that’s going to bring me back is a good dicking.”

  “A good dicking?” I sputtered. “Where the hell do you come up with these things?”

  She tapped her finger on her head. “It’s all up here,” she giggled. “So, how has the first week been being with your motorcycle god?”

  I managed to step over Nikki and walk into the kitchen. “It’s been different,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah, I’d definitely say going from not having sex for months to getting it on the daily is a difference. I mean everything else.”

  “Well, there hasn’t really been much of anything else. We talk, but mostly it’s about me.” I grabbed a bottle of cheap wine from the fridge and filled a glass half-full. “Did you want some wine?” Nikki had already had half of the bottle and probably wasn’t done yet.

  She scrambled off the floor and nabbed her glass from the coffee table. “Fill me up,” she muttered, holding the glass out to me. “So, what you’re saying is, you’re boinking like bunny rabbits.”

  That was a pretty accurate description. “Yeah.” I filled her glass and screwed the cover back on the bottle. “What the hell am I doing?” How did I end up in a relationship where all we did was have sex? Nickel and I did talk, but ninety percent of what we talked about was me, and the other ten pe
rcent was trying to figure out what we were going to eat.

  “Getting a good dicking.” Nikki clinked her glass against mine and shuffled back into the living room. “Oh, and you’re living life without thinking.”

  I huffed and grabbed a brick of cheese from the fridge. “When did thinking become such a bad thing?” I swiped a sleeve of crackers from the pantry and a small cutting board and knife from the counter.

  Nikki watched me drop everything on the coffee table in front of her and looked up at me. “Where’s the sausage?”

  “Jesus,” I muttered. “Where it always is.”

  “You’re the best,” she called as I grabbed the log of summer gauged from the fridge and dropped it next to the cheese. “You’re cutting.”

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  I plopped down on the couch next to her and hit play on the next movie. “So, are you going to explain to me why not only you, but also Nickel, keep telling me to stop thinking all of the time?”

  Nikki rolled her eyes and grabbed the knife off of the cutting board. “There isn’t anything wrong with thinking in general. It’s more you obsessing and stressing out over things that you need to just let be and let God.”

  “What the heck does that mean? Let God?”

  Nikki laughed and started slicing the cheese and sausage. “It means sometimes, you just need to let things go and let the universe and God handle them.”

  I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over my legs. “I don’t know what I want, so how the hell am I supposed to believe that the universe knows what's best for me?”

  “Because you gotta have faith, girl.” Nikki finished slicing a pile of cheese and sausage and sat back on the couch with the cutting board. “You knew all along that Nickel had a thing for you, and you ran. Even though you ran, he still managed to catch up to you. Just think of all of that time you wasted running when you could have been in his bed every night.” She wiggled her eyebrows and shoved a piece of cheese into her mouth.

  I sighed and leaned my head back. “Nikki, this is way too hard. I can’t shut my brain off. Well, that’s not exactly true. When Nickel is around, he manages to completely snucker me, and I can’t think at all.”

  She held out the cutting board to me. “And that is a good thing, Karmen.”

  “It is until he leaves and then everything I normally would have worried about comes rushing back to me, and I swear to God, it’s almost impossible for me not to have a panic attack every morning when he leaves.” I grabbed a handful of cheese and sausage and reached for the sleeve of crackers.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I had a shit time growing up, Nikki. I honestly just want to live a quiet life in my tiny little apartment with a boring job that no one bothers me at.” I rolled my head to look at her. “Putting everything in a box then snapping the lid down on it helps me cope with, well, life.”

  “Boxes? Huh?”

  Crap. Now I was going to have to explain the weird and bizarre way I dealt with life. I had never told Nikki about my tiny boxes before. Even I knew the words coming out of my mouth were going to sound crazy. “It’s just a way for me to move on from things. My father was a drunk who killed three people. Instead of letting it destroy me, I shoved every thought about it into a box in my mind, put the lid on it, and shoved it away on a shelf.”

  Nikki slowly blinked. “You do know that doesn’t work, right? That even if you don’t think about it, it’s going to come back to haunt you until you take care of it.”

  I had made my peace with my father. He was a man I didn’t want in my life even if he was my father. Although he was coming back to haunt me, that had nothing to do with the box I had put him in. “It’s been working for years for me.”

  Nikki tapped a finger against the side of my head. “How many boxes you got in there?” She curled her lip and quirked her eyebrow. “Am I in one of them?”

  I knocked her hand away. “No, you ass. Why would I put you in a box?”

  She grabbed the crackers from me and shook her head at me. “You got a weird coping mechanism, girl. Although, it does explain a lot about you.”

  “Hey,” I protested, “what is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means it explains why you are so quiet and reserved.”

  “Exactly, and that is why I can’t be with Nickel because he is anything but quiet and reserved. The man says exactly what he wants, whenever he wants,and doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him. He’s part of a motorcycle club with loud, boisterous guys that are exactly like him and here is the kicker, Nikki…I know absolutely nothing about the man other than I know he can do amazing things with his tongue.”

  Nikki fanned herself with her hand. “I knew that man would know how to use that tongue piercing.”

  My jaw dropped. “How do you know he has a tongue piercing?” He totally did, but it wasn’t anything that I had shared with Nikki. And he knew how to use it, FYI.

  Nikki chuckled and shook her head. “You do live in your own little world, don’t you, Karmen. If you had talked to the man for more than five seconds and actually looked him in the face, you would have seen right away that he had one.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Whatever.” She was right. I hardly ever looked people in the face when they talked to me. It helped to make the conversation short, and people couldn’t judge me if they didn’t look me in the eye.

  Nikki patted my leg. “Okay, that’s enough for tonight. I can tell you’re ready to permanently retreat into your shell.”

  I sighed and turned up the volume on the TV. “It’s just not easy for me, Nikki. You can walk up to anyone and start talking to them. It took me almost four months to actually talk to you.”

  Nikki laughed. “Yes, it did take you that long. I seriously thought you were a bitch when I first met you.”

  “Hey, I was fourteen! You can’t think someone is a bitch at fourteen. I barely knew who I was.”

  She shrugged and kicked her feet up on the coffee table. “You should just be thankful that I stuck around to find out that you weren’t a bitch. Hell, girl. You made Nickel wait a year before you gave him the time of day. That man deserves a medal and blowjobs for life.”

  I leaned over and rested my head on Nikki’s shoulder. “You are completely insane, but I don’t know what I would do without you.”

  She patted my head and laughed. “Damn straight. Just like I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I mean, who would reel me in and let me know when I’ve got a crazy idea?”

  “You do get a lot of them,” I joked.

  “Or who would set me up with one of their hot biker boyfriend’s hot biker friends?”

  “I wouldn’t get your hopes up too high on that one. From the way things are looking, it doesn’t seem that Nickel is going to let me out of the bedroom.”

  Nikki scoffed and leaned back into the couch. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  It wasn’t a bad thing, but it made me wonder if there would ever be more.

  **********

  Nickel

  “Drink.”

  “I’m good.”

  “I said drink, mother fucker.” Slayer pushed a bottle of Jack across the table toward me. “This isn’t the time to be sober.”

  That was the damn truth.

  An easy run to the River Valley had turned into a complete shit show that I was getting fucked over on. I grabbed the bottle of Jack and drank. “Explain to me how the fuck this is happening again, and why I’m the one who is being screwed over?”

  Pipe shook his head and leaned back in his chair. “It wasn’t my idea, brother. Jenkins picked you, and there isn’t a damn thing you or I can do about it.”

  “Why the hell can’t he pick a guy who doesn’t have an ol’ lady. Do you know how much this fucks up my life right now? She’s always running scared, and now I’m going to have some chick living with me. You really think any chick would be okay with that?”

  “J
enkins didn’t know you had an ol’ lady, but honestly, I don’t think he would have given a fuck. He picked you to take care of his sister, and that’s what the hell you are going to do.”

  And that, right there, summed up how fucked my life was right now. I wasn’t making any of the decisions, and I just had to deal with it.

  Pipe and I were sitting in the common room of the River Valley Fallen Lords surrounded by the assholes who had made my life a living hell. “You think they could have sprung this shit on me sooner?” Pipe and I were planning on leaving early the next morning to get back to Weston before noon.

  “They waited because they knew that you were going to shit a brick when you found out. None of us want a chick weighing us down that isn’t connected to us. Hell, you’re one of the rare few that have an ol’ lady in Weston.”

  “And for that, I get shit on by River Valley.”

  Pipe looked around. “You might want to keep your disdain for Jenkins and his cronies to a minimum until we leave.”

  I leaned forward and stabbed my finger into the table. “This fucking club shouldn’t even have the goddamn last say in anything anymore since Skeeter died. He was the last of the original five, and you and I both damn well know that as soon as they shoveled the last pile of dirt on his coffin that Jenkins took over and fucked up this club more than any of us can fix now.”

  “I fucking repeat, you might want to leave this shit until we get the fuck out of River Valley.”

  “Tell me you don’t fucking agree with me,” I hissed.

  Pipe set his bottle of beer on the table and glared at me. “I hear you, and I fucking agree with you, Nickel. But now is not the fucking time to be talking about this. Take it back to Weston where you’ll find most fucking agree.”

  I sat back in my chair and sighed. This was all fucking bullshit. Nothing was going the way I needed it to right now.

  I was about to have some chick I didn’t even fucking know live with me, the club I used to love was falling apart at the seams, and I hit a fucking brick wall when trying to find out what the hell was going on with Karmen’s dad. “You got any connections at Winchester Prison?”