by Gemma Weir
Duchess,
I tried to wake you before I left but you were sleeping so peacefully I just couldn’t do it.
Your sister called. She wants you to have lunch with her and Grits at the club today if you’re feeling up to it. I told her you’d give her a call once you woke up.
Tonight we need to talk.
See you soon.
Cam x
A rock forms in my stomach at the idea of the talk Cam wants to have, but he’s right, it’s time. I need to pull up my big girl panties and tell him that I have feelings for him, that I think I’m falling in love with him too. The thought of allowing myself to be that vulnerable with a man terrifies me, but I’ve never been a coward before and I won’t be one now.
Feeling resolved and full of excited trepidation, I hop out of bed and strip as I head to the shower. Fully dressed, I switch on the coffee machine and open the doors for Jock. I’m so thankful I got him that expensive feeder that releases kibble when he hits it with his paw, else he wouldn’t have had any dinner last night.
I check the clock and realize it’s 11:30am and as if on cue my stomach growls dramatically. Grabbing my cell, I dial Dove’s number and she answers on the first ring. “Nikki, are you okay? I called twice last night, but you didn’t answer.”
“I’m fine, I just crashed and didn’t hear my cell. Cam mentioned something about you calling to see if I wanted to have lunch at the club?”
“Yeah, it’s enchiladas and they are amazing. I mentioned it to Grits too, so if you’re feeling up to it meet us there.”
“Isn’t it weird for us to eat at the club without the guys?” I ask.
“Don’t be silly, they cook enough to feed an army. See you there in about twenty minutes okay?”
“Err, oh, okay,” I agree, still feeling a little weird about going to the club.
“Bye,” she calls, and the line goes dead.
Shaking off my reluctance, I grab my shoes and lock the door behind me. The warm sun instantly relaxes me, and I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of the blossom from the trees in my front yard. The garage still needs to be finished so my baby is parked in the driveway with the roof up to protect her from any unexpected rain.
Opening the car door, I stash my purse on the seat and push back the roof. I love this car, it’s the biggest, most indulgent thing I’ve ever bought and worth every penny. I could easily go and buy a brand-new luxury car, but nothing out there could have as much character or make me smile as much as my Comet.
The drive to the clubhouse only takes about five minutes, so I pull into the compound before my sister and Grits. Climbing out of the car, I debate if I should just go into the club alone or wait. As much as the Sinners seem to have accepted me, I’m not truly part of the club. I’m not an old lady or a club whore looking to bang a biker; I’m the sister of an old lady and I have a yet to be defined thing going with Cam. Deciding to wait for the others, I circle my car and slide my butt onto the hood. With my hands braced behind me I tip my face up to the sun and bask in the warmth beating down on me.
The sunlight blinds me as I step out of the clubhouse doors. Lifting my hands, I shield my eyes and take a moment to scan the compound. There’s no danger here, but I’ve never been able to lose the almost built-in need to check my surroundings for enemies.
I see her car first, the black paintwork and chrome trim shining in the Texas sun. Then my eyes find her. She’s perched on the hood of her car, her legs crossed at the ankles, her arms stretched to brace herself. She’s wearing black tight Capri pants and a leopard print shirt that covers everything, but still manages to accentuate the curve of her tits and her tiny waist—she looks like a fucking 50’s pinup girl.
In less than a minute, I could cross the lot, pull down her pants and have my face buried in her pussy. Fuck, just the thought of spreading her over that drool-worthy car and eating her until she’s so wet she leaves a patch on the shiny metal, has my cock rock-hard and practically forcing me to move.
I think back to the way she looked when I left her in bed this morning. I don’t know which look of hers I prefer. She’s hot as fuck all dolled up in her vintage get up, but soft and rumpled in my shirt is somehow just as sexy.
When I’d got to her place last night, I’d let myself in and found her fast asleep on the couch. Something’s changed in the last few days. After five long weeks she finally took the first step and came to me. All she did was hug me, but that one small gesture was just what I needed. The night I’d told her I was falling in love with her I thought those words would affect her, but she’d just looked at me like she had no idea what to do or say and without a single hint of emotion on her face.
I’d left her house that night and resolved to never go back; but the next night like a moth to a flame I’d been drawn back to her and every night since then I’ve waited until she’s in bed and let myself in, to crawl between her sheets and pull her into my arms.
I know she feels something for me. I just don’t know if she can allow herself to tell me how she feels without giving me at least some of her trust. When she wrapped herself around me and rested her cheek over my heart, she gave me more than she will ever realize and then she let me take care of her. To most that would be a small thing, but to Nikki—someone who is self-reliant to the point that she excludes others from her life—it was a huge admission.
I’m in love with her. I knew it the moment she pressed into my chest and allowed me to see her, really see her, for the very first time since the day we torched her parents’ house. Tonight we need to have a come to God moment. I know this is hard for her, and I don’t expect everything. But I need something, something to show that I’m not in this alone.
My feet lead me to where she’s sitting on her car. Up close, her body is even more glorious, stretched out like a sacrificial offering to the gods. I approach her quietly, but I see the moment her body feels my presence. Her eyes blink open and find me above her, casting a shadow over her. “Hey, Duchess,” I drawl.
“Hey, Cam,” she says back, her voice soft and unsure.
I watch as she pushes up from the hood and straightens. A hint of fear and apprehension flashes in her eyes as she steps to me, rises onto her tiptoes and places a gentle kiss on my lips. When she sinks back down she leans into me, her arms wound around my middle, her cheek resting on my chest.
I don’t hesitate, I bring my arms up and hold her. The rapid beat of her heart echoes against mine and I stroke a hand down the back of her head. “You ready to talk tonight?” I ask.
She lifts her head from my chest, looks up at me and nods. I smile and she starts to smile back, then it disappears and her face pales. Her fingernails sink into my chest and I pause, concern suddenly pulsing through me. “Nikki?”
She pulls in a deep breath, as her skins pales even more, then she shoves me out of the way, bends at the waist and pukes all over the floor between our feet.
My stomach clenches and another bout of vomit surges from me. I expect Cam to jump out of the way and maybe shout about the puke that’s splashed over his boots. What I don’t expect is for him to step to my side, wrap his arm gently around my waist and splay his hand across my stomach. The heat from his skin soothes the tight knot inside of me and with his other hand he reaches up and pulls my hair out of my face. “It’s okay, baby, get it out and you’ll feel better. It’s okay.”
The quiet soothing tone of his voice settles over me and closing my eyes I will my stomach to stop churning. The wave of nausea passes as quickly as it came and carefully I unfold until I’m upright and practically sitting in Cam’s lap. Releasing my hair, his hand strokes the length of my arms and goosebumps appear at his touch.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think so,” I reply, wiping my mouth with my hand. “I could do with a drink though, my mouth tastes like puke.”
Cam’s responding laugh is low and throaty. “Come on, Duchess. You can wash up inside and I’ll get you something to drink.�
� He carefully slides me off his lap, but he reaches for my hand and wraps his large fingers around mine.
I allow him to lead me into the clubhouse, through the bar and down a corridor. Pushing open the second door he guides me into a room, his I assume. The blinds are drawn so the room is semi dark, but from what I can see it looks to be kind of a mess. Clothes are piled on a chair and the bed is unmade. His rumpled sheets are haphazardly screwed to one side, like he just climbed out of them, although I know that’s not true because he’s slept with me every night for weeks.
Cam’s hand tightens around mine and he forces me from my appraisal by opening the bathroom door and flipping on the light. Unlike the bedroom, the bathroom is immaculately clean, the white tile gleaming under the strip lights.
“Get washed up, use whatever you need. Clean towels are on the shelf and there’s a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet; I’m guessing you want to brush your teeth.”
Squeezing my hand, he leans forward and drops a barely there kiss to my shoulder, then he releases me and leaves, closing the door behind him. I walk across the room to the basin and look at my reflection in the mirror. I look fine, and I feel fine. The nausea had come out of nowhere and before I’d even had a chance to step away from him I’d been puking on his shoes.
Maybe this sickness is my subconscious way of avoiding talking about my feelings for him, because the three times I’ve tried to tell him that I need him, I’ve gotten sick. Annoyed with myself, I turn on the faucet and splash the cool water over my face, swilling some around my mouth then spitting it into the basin. Opening the medicine cabinet, I spot the toothbrush still in the packaging and a tube of toothpaste. Grabbing them, I rip open the brush and go to town on my teeth until the taste of acid and puke is gone, my breath is minty-fresh and my teeth feel clean again.
His towels are soft and fluffy, and I inhale the scent of freshly laundered detergent. My stomach roils, and I quickly lower the towel and drag long, slow breaths in. The nausea passes and in its wake hunger strikes, making my stomach growl.
Throwing the towel into the hamper, I push open the bathroom door and step into the now bright and tidy bedroom. I smirk at the thought that Cam has been out here tidying while I was freshening up.
“How you feeling?” He asks.
“Hungry,” I reply.
His brow furrows. “Really?”
“Yes. I haven’t eaten since that sandwich you made me.”
“You need to take better care of yourself,” he growls, a scowl forming on his handsome face.
Lifting my hand, I mock salute him and watch as he tries to hide a smirk.
“Come on, Duchess, let’s go feed you,” he says, taking my hand again. Surprised by how willing I am, I let him lead me out of his room and back into the bar.
My sister spots us the moment we enter the room and barrels over. “Nikki, we saw your car but didn’t know where you were,” she says, glancing at Cam who is still standing close and holding my hand.
“I got sick outside, so Cam let me use his bathroom to get cleaned up.”
Concern fills her face and she reaches out, wrapping her hand around my arm. “You got sick again? Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to drive you home?”
I blink at her rapid-fire barrage of questions. “Wow, that was a lot of questions. Yes I got sick again, but I feel fine now and no I don’t need you to drive me. I’m actually just really hungry, so maybe we could get some food?”
My sister’s concerned expression doesn’t disappear, but she nods, pulls me away from Cam and tows me toward the kitchen. Hot plates are dotted across the sides, filled with trays of cheese laden enchiladas.“Oh my god,” I cry. “This looks amazing. Do they cook like this everyday?”
My sister’s eyes sparkle with amusement. “Every day. You should see the breakfast they put on every morning. Liv makes Echo bring her most days just for the food.”
“I can totally see why,” I say. Dove hands me a plate and like a kid at Christmas I excitedly load it up with enchiladas, guacamole, spicy rice, and sour cream. I glance at my sister’s plate, it’s practically empty with only a single enchilada and a scoop of rice. I scrunch up my face in outrage. “All this food and that’s all you’re having?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I had breakfast here too, I’m really not that hungry.”
Scoffing, I add a second enchilada and a scoop of guacamole to her plate. I ignore the death stare she gives me and shrug. “You’re eighteen and skinny as a lath, you need more cheese in your life,” I say, daring her to disagree with me.
She grunts at me indignantly, then leads the way to a table in the back where Cam, Grits, Daisy, Echo, and Liv, are waiting for us. Cam pushes out the chair next to his with his foot and I sink down onto it and place my plate on the table. The food calls to me and without even a nod of greeting to the others, I dig into my lunch with gusto. A groan of pleasure escapes me when I put the first forkful of spicy meat and gooey cheese to my lips and I polish off the plate full of food in record time. Wiping my mouth with my napkin, I drop it to my plate and lean back in my seat with a satisfied sigh.
I feel eyes on me and as I look up I see everyone at the table watching me. “What?” I cry. “I was hungry.”
“Jesus, Nikki, I shouldn’t have heard noises like that coming from my sister-in-law,” Daisy says with a smirk.
“Fuck you, Daisy. I wasn’t making noise, I was eating,” I say, my hand resting over my full stomach.
“I can totally understand you making porn noises over this food, the enchiladas Ali makes are to die for. Completely orgasmic,” Echo’s wife Liv says in her cheerful British accent.
Smiling brightly at Liv I nod conspiratorially. “These bikers do good food don’t they?”
She nods. “God, they really do, and you should try breakfast here, this baby is obsessed with it. I thought I loved pancakes before, but since I got pregnant I swear they’re all I want to bloody eat.”
“Coffee?” Cam asks, pulling my attention from Liv.
I turn to him. “Yes please, cream no sugar.”
He nods and carrying his own cup he walks away. Grits sinks into his chair a moment after he leaves and squeezes my knee in greeting. “Hey, honey,” she coos, pulling me into a tight hug. “How you feeling?”
“She was sick again this morning,” Dove says from the other side of me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I glare at my sister, then turn back to Grits. “I’m fine. It’s just a bug or something. I’m due, it’s been years since I was last sick.”
Grits brow furrows. “You need to go see a doctor, just to get checked out.”
“I will if it carries on,” I assure her.
A cup of coffee held in a large tattooed hand appears in front of me and I reach out to take it from Cam. “Thank you,” I offer, not looking over my shoulder and instead bringing the cup straight to my lips for a sip.
The aroma of coffee hits my nose and I freeze. A cold sweat pebbles across my forehead and I carefully lower the cup down to the table and slowly push my chair back. Breathing slowly in and out, I try to quell the nausea that is rising steadily through my body. Slapping my hand across my mouth I cry “Sick.” I stand and quickly shove the chair out of my way as I rush across the bar, desperately hoping that I make it to Cam’s room before I puke all over the floor.
A hand on the base of my spine guides me forward quicker. “Don’t worry, Nik, I’ve got you,” Cam says, rushing to open his bedroom door and then step out of the way as I run to his bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before my lunch makes an appearance again.
A small crowd builds in my room as we all wait for Nikki to re-emerge from the bathroom. Her dash across the clubhouse hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed, especially when she’d been followed by a worried Dove, Grits, Daisy, and a nosy Liv, who was probably hoping for some gossip to tell her friend and fellow old lady Brandi.
After several long minutes, the toilet flushes and we hear water running. At least she’ll
be able to brush her teeth with the toothbrush she used earlier. When the door finally starts to open I step forward, wanting to see if she’s okay, but Grits and Dove push me out of the way and rush toward a shell-shocked and slightly green looking Nikki.
“Sissy, are you okay?” Dove cries, snuggling close to her sister and wrapping an arm around her waist. Grits fusses over Nikki like a mother hen, pushing the hair behind her ears and putting her hand on her forehead to check for a fever.
I’ve never seen this side of Grits before. She’s a strong, unyielding woman, with balls of fucking steel, but until Dove and Nikki arrived, I’d never seen her take to women like she has with them. Her obvious affection for both sisters is clear for anyone to see and I’m glad that these three have found each other.
Nikki pushes off Grits and Dove. “I’m fine, it’s just a bug or something, but I’ll book a doctor’s appointment just to make sure.”
“Are you pregnant?” Liv says, and the entire room goes silent.
All eyes turn to Nikki and she quickly scoffs. “Err no, definitely not pregnant.”
Her words are flippant and dismissive, but I feel frozen to the spot. We haven’t exactly been careful. For the first time in my life, I hadn’t thought to put on a condom before I’d sunk my cock into her hot, wet pussy. Everytime my dick gets anywhere near her I’m so consumed by want and need, that nothing but touching her and wanting her and making her come enters my mind.
Her gaze locks with mine and I see the exact moment she realizes that we haven’t been using protection. Her eyes widen, and her breathing becomes shallower. She looks overwhelmed and pale and I want to push the others out of the way and go to her, but I don’t. Instead I watch frozen to the spot as Grits and Dove herd her from my room and out to her car. Then I watch helplessly as Dove guides Nikki to the passenger seat, climbs into the driver’s seat and pulls away.
