NOMADS The Box Set

by Erin Trejo

  I’m shaking my head. I’m not going to allow myself to go that far.

  “Please. I just need a release Keaton. Please.”

  Fuck me. She’s begging me and there is nothing I like more than a bitch begging me. I walk her backwards and press her body against the side of the car.

  I know the guys are inside, I know her friend is close, but the way she keeps looking at me and with the sounds leaving her mouth, I can’t stop myself. I slide my hand down her hip to the front of her skirt. It’s so damn short that it doesn’t take me long to get it where I need it to be. I slip her thong to the side and slide a finger through her wetness I find there. My eyes stay locked with hers when I move my finger back and forth.

  “You gonna let them all watch you come for me?” I ask as I shove a finger inside of her.

  Fuck she’s tight and warm. A gasp escapes her but I just smirk.

  “They’re gonna hear you. See you,” I tell her as I watch her bite her lip.

  I pull my finger free and toy with her clit. That has her panting and close. I can feel it. I can smell her fucking arousal and my cock wants. It wants to slip inside of her and take her until she can’t breathe. I want to take her until she begs me to stop.

  “Keaton I-” she begins when I speed up.

  I circle her clit and she arches off of the car. Her teeth are digging into her lip. She’s fucking magnificent.

  “Do it. Fuckin’ come for me Skye. Come all over my fingers and let them all see what a dirty little girl you are.”

  Her eyes widen and her breathing becomes sporadic. Her hips start to rock against my hand as her orgasm waits to explode. Just a few more strokes and I slide my finger back inside of her as she comes.

  “Oh fuck,” she screams before she bites into her already red lip as she tries to stifle the sounds coming out of her.

  My cock throbs as I slip my fingers from her and bring my hand down between us.

  “Look at what you did,” I tell her as I hold my soaked fingers up in between us.

  Skye licks her lips and reaches for my hand, but I shake my head and pull it back. She watches me as she catches her breath. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck the sweetness from my fingers while she watches me with wide eyes.

  “That was-” she begins, but doesn’t’ finish.

  “The only time it can ever happen,” I say ending the sentence and walking around to the driver’s side of the car.

  56

  Skye

  He avoids me like I have a disease. Since that night in the parking lot he has kept his distance. There’s something about him that calls to me, but I also find myself attracted to Brick. He’s easy to talk to and very laid back. He likes to joke and smiles all of the time. He’s basically the exact opposite of Keaton. Ruby has taken an interest in Davis since they’ve been here. After three weeks of this shit I’m ready to lose my ever loving mind. I don’t like them being in my space or watching every move I make. I keep asking Brick if they’ve heard anything about how much longer they’re going to be here, but he always tells me that I’d have to ask Keaton. Seeing as how he doesn’t want to speak to me, I just don’t ask.

  “Your eggs and bacon,” I say as I set the plate of food on the counter in front of Ben. He’s a regular for me and he always tips well.

  “Thanks sugar,” he answers me with a grin.

  I glance over at Keaton sitting in the corner. He’s brooding as usual. He typically takes the day shift here at the diner while Davis and Brick sleep at the apartment. Keaton turns his head and his eyes find mine briefly before he turns to look back out of the window. I sigh and turn to grab the next set of plates to take out to the tables.

  “He seems extra moody today,” Ruby says leaning into me.

  I nod my head and say, “Yeah. I think he has male pms. He’s really annoying at the house too. Speaking of, you want to go to the lake later?”

  I shove away and deliver the plates to the correct table before I walk back to the counter.

  “Yeah. Are we swimming? It’s so damn hot anymore,” Ruby says as she grabs empty glasses and sets them in the sink.

  “I know. I really need to get out of the house. I swear if I have to sit around with those three brooding and drinking beers any longer I’m going to scream.”

  I blow out an exaggerated breath as Billy rings the bell.

  “Order up.”

  I spin around to grab it, but I haven’t put any orders in.

  “Who is this for?” I ask confused.

  Billy grins and nods towards Keaton, “That man hasn’t eaten today Skye. You gotta keep his strength up to deal with your stubborn ass.”

  He chuckles as I grab the plate and turn to look for Ruby, but she’s busy with another table. I let out a sigh of frustration, walk around the counter, and head to the back where Keaton sits. His eyes never come to look at me. He just stares out the window. I set the plate down and start to walk off when he grabs my wrist. I jolt and look back at him. I can see the heat burning in his eyes and it makes me shiver.

  “Sit down,” he says.

  I lick my lips and glance around quickly to make sure all of the tables are taken care of before I slide into the seat across from him. He sits in silence which annoys me, so I start to get back up.

  “I know who you are,” he says with a dark and deadly tone.

  I shake my head and look at him waiting for him to give me more information than that.

  “Yeah. We’ve established that. I’m Skye.”

  “Hey sweetheart can I get a refill?” someone calls out from behind me.

  I nod my head and hold up a finger, “Just a second.”

  Keaton growls in his throat which pulls my attention back to him.

  “Is that all you wanted?” I ask as I tilt my head to the side and glare at him.

  I’m not sure what he’s getting at, but I have work to do. When he doesn’t answer me I start to get up once more when he speaks again.

  “Skye Cameron DeLuca. Does that name mean anything to you?”

  This time his growl is loud and harsh. My stomach lurches as those three, little words leave his mouth.

  “Hey. Refill?” the guy behind me yells again.

  I stand up, but Keaton is faster. He moves to the guy, grabs his glass from his hand, and throws it against the wall. It shatters into a million pieces. My hand covers my mouth trying to hide the scream I almost released. I move quickly and slam my hands into Keaton’s chest.

  “What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just do that. Get out of here.”

  His eyes come to meet mine. The intensity in his stare almost makes me cry. The heat is overwhelming.

  “You’re leavin’. Go tell your boss,” he says keeping his voice low.

  I shake my head and try to move around him, but he stops me. His hand lands on my stomach and he pushes me back a step.

  “Stop it. Just stop. I’m working Keaton. Please?”

  “You’re done now. We need to talk.”

  “We can talk later. I have work to do,” I snap back at him.

  Billy comes from the kitchen to see what’s going on.

  “Take off Skye. Get this handles and I’ll see you on Thursday,” Billy tells me never taking his eyes off of Keaton.

  “No. This is my job Billy,” I protest.

  Billy pulls his eyes from Keaton’s and looks over at me. His hand comes up to rest on my shoulder.

  “I know sweet cheeks. It’ll still be here Thursday. Go take care of this,” he says as he nods toward Keaton.

  I told Billy why they were hanging around, or at least the little bit I knew, and he didn’t mind. I guess now that the asshole is breaking things, he’s over it.

  I nod my head and untie the back of the apron before I take it off. I storm past them, go behind the counter, grab my purse, and head toward the door. Keaton waste no time in following me as I give Billy a sorrowful look. He just smiles and nods back at me.

  As soon as the door closes behind us
I lunge for Keaton. I catch him off guard and manage to connect my fist with his cheek. My knuckles burn as I shake my hand trying to ease the pain.

  “You done?” he asks seemingly pissed at the entire situation.

  “What do you want? Why are you trying to ruin my life?” I scream at him as I throw my arms out to my sides.

  “I know who you are. That means that other people can figure out who you are. There are people out there that want to get their hands on you.”

  I huff out a breath, shake my head, and walk past him. I don’t stop. I head through the tree line behind the diner. The branches and leaves crunch under my feet and I can hear Keaton not too far behind me. I keep walking and I don’t stop until I see the lake. The birds chirp softly. The butterflies are flitting around.

  “It’s peaceful here. That’s why I like it. There’s no noise. No fighting. It’s just silent.”

  Keaton doesn’t make a sound as he comes to stand next to me.

  “It almost reminds me of home,” he says softly.

  “Where’s that?”

  I look up at him. He does the same and looks down at me, but I can see the hesitation in his eyes.

  “Myrtle Beach. I’ve got a beach house up there, but I don’t go there very often,” he says.

  I can tell by the look in his eyes that he isn’t sure if he should have told me that or not. A smile creeps over my lips.

  “You don’t strike me as a beach boy,” I tease him with a giggle.

  Keaton runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

  “I am though. The ocean is calmin’. All this runnin’ around and shit that I do takes its toll on you and sometimes I just wanna hang out on the beach. Enjoy the water.”

  “I don’t want to lie to you, but I don’t know why you’re here,” I tell him truthfully.

  Keaton nods his head, pulls out a cigarette, and lights it up.

  “I don’t know why I’m here Skye. I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I got the job without any information. I was told to protect you, but not from whom.”

  “How do you know who I am then?”

  Keaton chuckles and blows out a ring of smoke.

  “I found it odd that I didn’t have any information. I don’t like not knowin’ shit when it comes to a job. I looked into you. I researched you.”

  “And you found what exactly?”

  “Not much more than I found before aside from who you really are. What are you runnin’ from?” he asks as he watches me carefully.

  “I’m not really running. I mean I was, but not anymore. This is where I want to be.”

  “You’re not answerin’ my question darlin’.”

  “I didn’t want to be a part of that life Keaton. It wasn’t me. My older brother knew it too. He helped talk my dad into letting me go off on my own. I ran as far as I could at first, but I kept circling back and this is where I ended up. I figured the closer to home I was the less he’s look. He knew I wanted out.”

  “They’re the fuckin’ mafia Skye. How exactly do you think you could outrun them?” he snaps which makes me jolt.

  “I did. It wasn’t them. It was only my dad.”

  Keaton curses and tugs at his hair with his free hand. The cigarette is still dangling from his lips. He looks so damn delicious when he’s aggravated.

  57

  Keaton

  The mafia. Of all of the fucking things she could be involved with and it’s the fucking mafia. Drug runners? No problem. I can handle those. Politicians? Easy as fuck. But the mafia? It’s not just any mafia either. It’s the fucking DeLuca clan.

  I scratch my jaw and try to think of what to say or how to say it here. I could bitch her out for lying, but what would that do for me? I still don’t really know shit.

  “Why would your brother want you to leave? Why wouldn’t your dad fight for you?” I ask her.

  She stares up at me with blank eyes. I don’t see a fucking answer in her eyes either.

  “I don’t know. I just know that my brother fought my dad and told him to let me go,” she says as her tone softens.

  I flick my cigarette and watch it fall into the lake in front of us.

  “You understand that bein’ around that life that you are attached to it Skye? It doesn’t matter if you’re still there. Someone is lookin’ for you.”

  She shakes her head. Her long, dark hair tumbles around her shoulders. The softness in her gaze right now makes my chest clench. It reminds me too much of Beverly. That innocence. The way she looks at the world differently even though she’s lived in a lifestyle that didn’t fit her.

  “Your dad has enemies. I don’t know who they are ‘cause that isn’t my area.”

  “What is your area?” she asks inquisitively.

  Her head tilts to the side as her hand comes up to shield her face from the sun as she looks at me.

  “Protection mainly. I do other odd and end jobs when the need arises.”

  Her lips curl into a smile as she shakes her head.

  “Drugs, guns, hookers. It’s like you said I grew up in that world. You don’t have to lie to me about what you do Keaton. I’ve know some MCs that are trouble,” she says with a smile on her face.

  “That’s different. I’m a Nomad. I run for no one in particular. I do my own thing, on my own time. Of course I take jobs from other MCs, but that’s it. I’m not affiliated with any of them.”

  I’m hoping that satisfies her. She grins even bigger before she lowers her hands to her shirt. I watch her kick off her shoes and toe off her socks before her shirt comes off next. She grabs the button on her shorts, flicks it open, and slowly slides them down her legs. She doesn’t break eye contact with me.

  “What are you doin’?”

  Skye doesn’t say a word as she turns and gives me a great fucking view of her ass as she jumps into the water. I shake my head wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into by taking this job. She’s clearly not worried about herself and now I have to deal with this shit too.

  “Come on biker boy. The water is warm,” she hollers before she splashes water up at me.

  I shake my head again and watch her as she swims around the lake without a care in the world. If she can be that fucking carefree with her life, then what in the hell is the point of us watching her? I’m here to fend off any motherfucker that comes near her, but if she isn’t going to at least have a tiny bit of common sense than this shit isn’t going to work.

  “Get your ass out of the water,” I call out to her.

  Skye swims in a circle before she comes back to me. She climbs out and her long, black hair sticks to her wet skin. Droplets falls down her shoulders then between her tits. Fuck. My cock can’t take much more of this shit. Skye walks toward me and her eyes are on fire.

  “Can’t you have any fun?” she asks keeping her eyes on mine.

  “Not with a job I can’t.”

  “You’re an asshole,” she sneers.

  “I don’t know you. I don’t know what’s stuck up through there and I’m not in the mood to find out.”

  That might have been a little on the harsh side, but this girl is driving me insane. For weeks now I’ve had to watch her flaunt her ass around in front of me and the guys. I am very near my breaking point.

  “I’m sure the shrimp dick you’ve got tucked away is far from anything I’d want anyway.”

  She grabs her shirt off of the ground and starts to pull it over her head when I’ve had enough. I let out a growl of frustration as she laughs.

  “You’re probably so loose it’s like dropping a wrench down a manhole.”

  Her laughter bubbles out of her until her face turns red.

  “That’s really sweet,” she says and then laughs even louder.

  I walk up behind her, grab her around the waist, and shove her so that she bends over in front of me.

  “You want sweet darlin’? Then you should have gone to the fuckin’ candy store. I’m about to introduce you to what I’m packin’.”

 
; In just a matter of seconds I have my jeans undone and around my ankles with a condom wrapper between my teeth. One rip and I pull it out before I slide it on quickly. I pull her thong to the side and tease her entrance.

  “What’s wrong sweetheart? No more smartass comments? You wanna tell me how small it is now?”

  I keep pushing her. I ease in and listen to her moan.

  “Come on. Make me believe it,” I growl as I slam all of the way into her.

  Skye screams my name as I grip her hips and plunge into her. The harder I thrust, the louder she gets.

  “What the hell is going on back there?” I hear a voice yell.

  I don’t even listen as Skye tries to pull away from me.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re goin’?” I ask her as I pump into her harder and harder.

  “Someone’s out there,” she squeals.

  I don’t give a shit. I’m not done and I don’t plan on stopping now. I wrap my arm around her waist and start toying with her clit. Her pussy clenches and my eyes roll back into my head. That’s too fucking good and too damn tight. A grunt leaves me as she giggles.

  “Thought it was as loose as a manhole?” she asks as she looks around her legs at me.

  “Not much of a shrimp dick huh?”

  The more I toy with her the tighter she gets.

  “Who’s out there?” I hear that voice again.

  Shit. I know that voice. It’s that Sheriff asshole and he’s on his way. That’s all I need. To go to fucking jail for fucking this girl in public.

  “You better hurry if you don’t want the Sheriff to see you bent over with my cock in you,” I warn her.

  I move my hands back to her hips and pick up my pace knowing that I don’t need that damn charge against my ass. After a few more strokes I feel her tense up. Her body trembles as she comes undone on my cock. Blow after blow I fill the condom until I can’t take it anymore. I pull out of her quickly, drag my jeans up, and buckle up. I slide the condom off through my zipper as I watch Skye hurrying to pull her clothes back on. I grab her hand and head back in the direction of the diner just as the Sheriff walks towards us.