by River Savage
I move my hands under the hem of her shirt, sliding them higher to cup her breasts. Her nipples pebble under my fingers, her arousal my main mission.
“Tell me you like it when I fuck you into submission, Kadence,” I demand, squeezing her pert nipples hard between my thumb and finger. She nods in agreement, but I want words. Dragging my hand down her body, I run it along her raised scar and feel her tense under my touch. I ignore it, not giving her a chance to freak out. She’ll soon realize that when I tell her I find every inch of her beautiful, I mean it. I drag my finger along her wetness between her legs, asking the question again, “Gonna need words. Tell me you love it, Kadence.”
“I love it, Nix.” My name's delivered breathlessly, just how I like it. My dick jumps at the sound.
“Good girl, now you want my cock or my mouth?” My fingers find their way into her, pumping her slowly.
“Cock,” she pants as my fingers work her harder, pumping my frustration at every obstacle she puts up for me.
“You comin’ to the BBQ today, Kadence?” I ask her, using my free hand to pull my boxers down my legs. My erection springs free, throbbing and waiting to slide into her heat. Wrapping my fist around it, I give it a few tugs, relieving the tension building in me. She’s panting, meeting each of my finger thrusts.
“Yes! God, yes, Nix. Just fuck me.”
“Good girl.” I place my lips to her shoulder, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin. “Now you know what I told you about that pretty mouth and what the word fuck coming out of it does to me.” I remove my fingers, trailing them along her smooth skin back up to her nipples while lining up my neglected cock to the heat of her pussy. I’m so glad she agreed to let me take her bare. The feeling of her snugness is like no other.
“You ready?” I ask her, my hands shaking in anticipation. She pushes back, her tightness gripping my hard length.
“Fuckin’ impatient little thing, aren't you?”
“Quit fucking talking and fuck me, Nix,” she grumbles
Jesus, her dirty mouth is the biggest turn on.
“Oh, Kadence,” I grunt out with each hard thrust. “I’m gonna fuck your greedy pussy all right,” I say, bringing my hands to her hips, my fingers digging in, ready to show her just how hard I can fuck her.
***
Pulling up to my old house that Addison and I once shared, I always get a sense of dread that I’m about to walk into one of her setups. Normally, it’s either her forgetting she’s still in her nightgown or asking me to fix something around the house, trying to get me to spend time with her. I have no clue why she pines over me when we haven’t been with each other in years. That ship sailed a long time ago.
Z races out, his backpack slung over his shoulder. Opening the back door, he throws his bag in and then slams it shut.
“Bye, sweetie,” Addison calls out from the front door. He ignores her, climbing up into the front seat.
“Hey, bud, how you doin?” I ask, looking over at him.
“Hey, Dad,” he smiles, looking like he’s excited to be coming with me today.
Pulling out, I notice Addison still standing there in her nightgown at one pm. “Your mom sleep in today?” I ask, pulling out of the driveway without acknowledging her.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking down at his iPod. After a few minutes of driving in silence, I decide I’m gonna come right out and tell him about Kadence.
“So, bud, I wanted to talk about something that’s important. You think you’re up for that?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says, looking up from the game he's playing
“Well, I guess there’s no other way to say it other than, I’ve been seein' someone,” I say, waiting for a response. I’m not sure what sort of response, but I’m expecting something.
“So you’re not getting back with Mom?” he asks a little too excitedly. Okay, not what I was expecting.
“No, bud, why would you think that?” I ask, wondering what shit Addison has fed him.
“Mom said you guys were getting back together.” He looks at me confused.
“Shit, Z, I’m sorry, bud, but we’re not,” I tell him truthfully. Fucking Addison is spinning her shit again.
“Good,” he states.
“Good? You okay with that?” It’s now my turn to look confused; the kid is confusing me now.
“Yeah, Dad, I’m okay with it.” A smile breaks out over his face.
“Okay, so if you're cool with that, I hope you’re cool with who it is then,” I say, testing the waters.
“Do I know her?”
“Yeah, bud, you do. Miss Turner and I have been seeing each other for a little while now,” I let him know, watching him closely.
“Cool.” His excited voice bounces off the windshield.
“You okay with that too?”
“Hell yeah, that’s wicked, Dad.” He smiles over at me.
Well shit, there you go.
“She’s coming to the BBQ today. I want you on your best behavior, okay, bud?” I ask, knowing he’ll be good; he always is when he’s at the clubhouse.
“What do I call her?” he asks, already thinking ahead.
“Let's just start off as Miss Turner, and we’ll let her lead us as to how we’re gonna handle it. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds good, Dad,” he beams up at me. “Is she gonna be my new mom?” His enthusiasm is flowing out.
“Jesus, Z, calm down,” I laugh. “You already got a mom to start with, and Kadence and I are a long way off from that. Let's just see how it goes, yeah?”
“Okay, Dad,” he sulks. The fella is getting way ahead of himself. I hope he calms a little and doesn’t scare her off. It was hard enough getting Kadence to the clubhouse today. I’d hate to think what she’d do if she heard Z start talking about that.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, bud?”
“I really like Miss Turner. She's funny and pretty.” I smile over at him, agreeing with him. “And when you are ready, can she be my mom?” The question throws me a little, not the part about me being ready, ‘cause I can see myself getting there. It's the prickly feeling I’m getting that he wants a new mom.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I file it away for when we have some one-on-one time. Something is not sitting right with me.
“Let’s just get through the BBQ today, and then we’ll talk. Okay, Z?”
“Okay, Dad.” He nods and opens his door excited for our afternoon. I’m prepared for this; ready for Kadence to be more a part of my life, a part of club life. I just hope today doesn’t push us back.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kadence
We pull up to the compound just before four p.m. After Nix had his way with me on the kitchen counter, proving how hard he could fuck me, we had breakfast and then spent the rest of the morning in his bed. After he had fed me lunch, he brought me home in his big-ass truck. I missed the bike, but I knew he was on his way to pick up Z so I didn’t complain. Holly was home, but that didn’t stop him from kissing me senseless, before leaving me to go pick up Z and get ready for the club BBQ.
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. I’ve said all along, I’m not sure where this thing between us was going, but the turning point for me was the night I told him about my burns. I never considered that letting him in and revealing that part of me could bring us closer together, but it has. I feel like we are at a new phase in our relationship, but I also feel like I’m in way over my head. When it’s just Nix and me, I feel comfortable, happy and content, but taking it further, letting Z see this part of us, freaks me out. How do I act? What if he hates this?
“So is Sy going to be here?” Holly asks, pulling me out of thoughts of Z having a massive fit about us.
“I’m sure he will be, Holly,” I tell her as she slowly makes her way up the long gravel drive of the Knights Rebels compound. My head is already going through every scenario and I’m freaking the fuck out.
“Do you know what you are getting yourself int
o, Kadence?” Shutting off the engine to her beat-up Honda, she turns to look at me.
“I have got no idea, Hol, but there’s something there. Nix has made me realize how much in the past I’ve been living,” I tell her, turning to face her. “I don’t know where this is going, but I’m ready to move on. I'm ready for some goodness.”
She smiles, reaching for my hand. “I’m glad, babe. If anyone deserves it, it’s you. Now, let's go have us a hot biker BBQ,” she cheers, getting out of the car, her short skirt and tight tank sure to capture some of the guys’ attention. I opted for jeans and a tank.
Walking up to the front door, I notice a few more bikes in the compound. My hands sweat knowing we’re moving into new territory, and I’m not sure if my heart is ready for it. My head screams, telling me it’s a good thing, but my heart is second-guessing if introducing us to Z is the right thing to do.
“Come on, woman. Suck it up,” Holly says, noticing my reservations before dragging me through the door, apparently eager to see inside the clubhouse.
Leather and smoke assault my senses and I drag a breath in, my body remembering the scent as all Nix. I’m beginning to love this place. Music beats out of the surround speakers making the framed pictures hanging on the walls next to us shake slightly. Children, women, and their men fill the room, their voices fighting to be heard over the music. Holly takes me straight to the bar, ordering us two Coronas from Hunter.
“This place is great!” Holly marvels, taking a drink from her beer.
“Kadence,” Jesse calls from behind me. I spin on my stool to face him. He leans down and kisses my cheek. “Good to see you here, darlin',” he whispers to me, a slight grin on his lips. Jesse steps back and then looks over my shoulder. “I don’t think we’ve formally met,” he drawls. I turn back to Holly, watching Jesse bring her hand to his lips. Real smooth.
“Holly, this is Jesse. Jesse, this is my best friend, Holly,” I do the introduction without much enthusiasm.
“Hello, sweetheart.” He moves in close and I have to laugh. I think all these men have it bad for themselves, but Jesse takes the cake. The guy is the modern-day Casanova.
“Hi.” She barely gives him a glance, not affected by his blatant flirting. Holly’s disinterest doesn't deter Jesse. His play is only taken to the next level when he reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair from her face.
“Geez, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” he states, and both Holly and I roll our eyes. Watching Jesse with his blond messy hair and tanned skin standing next to Holly’s similar coloring, you can’t help see they would make a cute couple. However, I know the type of guys Holly goes for, and Jesse’s good-boy looks are not her type.
“You done?” Sy’s voice comes up behind me. A tremor slides down my spine at his dark, menacing tone. I don’t turn to face him, but from the look Holly is giving him, I know he is pissed. I freaking knew he has something for Holly.
“Sorry, brother, am I stepping on some toes here?” Jesse pulls back from Holly. I slightly shift in my stool, the temptation too much for me not to watch this play out. Sy looks more pissed off. Whether at himself or at Jesse, I’m not sure, but if I have to guess, I will say he doesn't like seeing Jesse talking up Holly.
“No toes,” Holly pipes up, her manicured hand reaching out and grabbing onto Jesse’s massive bicep. The little vixen knows what she’s doing. If I didn’t know her so well, I would say she’s playing it totally cool.
“Fuck me,” Sy grunts out under his breath.
“Wanna show me around?” Holly asks Jesse as she stands from her stool, her eyes still fixed on Sy, holding his gaze. He holds hers back, his eyes narrowing and the tick in his jaw moving at a dangerous beat. He follows their movements as they walk past, glaring daggers at Jesse when he turns to give him the thumbs up.
“Have you seen, Nix?” I ask Sy after sitting with him for a few minutes in an uncomfortable silence. Shit, I have no idea what to say to him, and I’m nowhere near stupid enough to ask him what that whole scene with Holly was about.
“Out the back with Z,” he supplies, taking a pull of his beer.
“Thanks, Sy.” I smile awkwardly, leaving him alone. I’m not sure how his moods work, but I’d rather be out with Nix facing Z, then sitting with him. The guy is one scary man. Walking through the club, I look around at the men and women here today. Most of the men have been around the last few times I’ve been here. I smile and wave as I pass them. Walking outside, I spot Nix and Z with a ball and mitt throwing back and forth between them near a large metal shed. There are a few kids running around, people standing around in small groups, but my stare is lost on Nix playing ball with his son.
Jesus, if that isn’t a turn on I don’t know what is.
Unsure what to do, I hang back and wait for them to finish up. I spot Jesse and Holly talking to Brooks and a woman who must be his wife; their daughter, a spitting image of her mom, bounces up and down on his lap.
“Hello,” a woman with big hair and even bigger tits comes up to me before I can make my way over to them. The sway in her hips telling me she’s not shy at all. “You’re new around here,” she remarks, clearly not caught up on who I am. I nod and smile before discreetly looking her up and down. I have no doubt in my mind that this piece of work is Chrissie. The guys have warned me of her.
“Miss Turner,” Z calls out spotting me from his game. Dropping his mitt, he runs toward me. The woman narrows her eyes at me; I’m sure assessing me like I was just doing to her. I don’t react, just step around her to greet Z.
“Hey, Z,” I say, feeling less awkward than I thought I would. Z looks a lot older for his age. His tall frame stands a foot shorter than me. He seems happy to see me, and I can only hope today goes well.
"Hey, Miss Turner," he smiles.
“Hey, Nix,” Big Tits behind me calls out as he makes his way to us. She walks past me to him as he gets closer. I’m somewhat dreading how I will react if she touches him.
“You know the fuckin’ rules, Chrissie. It’s a family get-together. Leave now.” He steps out of her way, reaching out to grab me around the back of my neck to pull me into him. Bending at the neck, his lips seek mine in an act of dominance that I don’t fight, but take it for what it is. A claiming in front of his club, letting them all know that I’m his. I open up. A soft sigh comes from my mouth earning me a growl. His hands come to my loose hair, fisting and then pulling my head back to give him more control.
The kiss takes over, and I get completely lost to everyone and everything around us. Nix consumes me, surrounds me while taking everything from me. The sound of cheering breaks through the haze of our passion. Pulling back, Nix brings his forehead to mine, our breathing heavy as each other’s.
“Hey, honey,” I say, smiling at his smile. The gentleness of his features melts me when he shows me his soft side.
“You came,” he simply replies, no teasing; more disbelief.
“Of course I came. You told me to.”
“You’ve been known not to do as you’re told,” he reminds me before quickly kissing me again and then pulling back, his smile this time teasing me. The cheers calm down, and I come to my senses remembering Z is standing next to me. Shit!
I pull out of Nix’s arms and turn to face him, but he’s gone. For a second, I worry we’ve embarrassed him or upset him at our public display of affection.
“It's okay. He’s over by Brooks,” Nix calms me, sensing my panic. I turn, looking for him. His eyes find mine before he’s smiling over at me. I smile back, relieved that he isn’t freaked out by me being here.
“Had a word with him before you got here.” Nix leans down to my ear again so only I can hear. “He’s fine with this,” he tells me. A weight of worry lifts from my shoulders, relieved that he spoke to him.
“Want something to eat?” he offers, standing back from me. I nod, ready to move past the attention Nix just gathered us. “Come on. Beau is grilling today.” He takes my hand, walking me over to
Beau. I’m still not sure about Beau. I wonder if his issue with me is more than me escaping.
“Hey, Beau,” I smile, hoping he warms up to me soon. He's Nix’s best friend and things could get awkward, fast.
“Kadence,” he replies in his way of greeting. Okay, so maybe not today. I grab a plate ready to move on.
“You speak with T?” Nix asks Beau.
“Yeah, he can’t get a hold on him. Thinks he’s gone underground.” Nix nods, looking deep in thought.
“Still think they’re planning something.” He sounds annoyed.
“You okay?” I ask after a few moments of awkward silence. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but whatever it is has Nix worried.
“Yeah, just some club shit. Let's go find Z.” He takes my hand and leads me over to where he’s sitting with Brooks. After introducing me to Kelly, Brooks’ beautiful wife, and their adorable little girl, Mia, I start to relax.
“What did she say to you?” Kelly asks, bouncing Mia on her lap. Kelly is the only old lady around my age. After eating, Nix had to go off and deal with some ‘shit’ so he left me with Kelly. She let me in on the gossip regarding me putting Tina in her place and filled me in on the woman known as Chrissie, aka big hair and bigger tits. Apparently, I missed the words Nix gave her before I got there. Skanks like her aren’t allowed on family days, only on club nights. Why she even tried, Kelly doesn’t know.
“Just observed I was new around here,” I tell her, not concerned about the woman.
Kelly nods her head. “I don’t trust her,” she shakes her head. “You should have seen her storm off after she saw that kiss. The woman is delusional. Really close with Addi too,” she adds. “Which reminds me, how is Z doing?”
“Better. Since seeing the school counselor, I’ve noticed small changes in him. This morning, Nix and I talked about what could be bothering him and it all comes back to his mom,” I admit before I remember she was her best friend.
