30. Chapter Thirty
I wake up feeling refreshed. Maybe all I need is body shaking orgasms in order to actually get some good rest.
I pull on my school uniform and apply some basic make-up. Originally, I wasn’t too thrilled with having to wear such a formal uniform to school. Back in Australia, our uniforms were much more laid back. A fairly simple polo with an emblem on the chest and plain coloured shorts. The skirt has absolutely been a bit of an adjustment but it's starting to grow on me.
The kitchen is empty as I make my way down to get some breakfast. I grab an iced coffee from the fridge and smile when I see a wrapped up breakfast muffin with my name on it.
Sorry that we aren’t there this morning for breakfast. Your Dad had business to attend to and Shelly demanded I meet her for brekky. Love you, Mum .
I smile as I throw the note in the bin. I groan as I take my first bite. Mum has always made the best breakfast muffins. I don’t know what she does to the eggs but they are cooked to perfection.
A ding from my phone has me looking down mid chew.
NICKY
Fuck, I never thought watching you eat breakfast would be so fucking hot
I freeze and slowly turn around to where Nicky is standing in the doorway with a shit eating grin on his face. I watch as his eyes trail down my body, appreciating everything he sees.
After a moment, his eyes trail back to mine. I raise my eyebrows in challenge before letting my eyes roam his body and damn do they appreciate what they see.
When you think of hot biker guys, the last thing you would think is seeing them in a prep school uniform, but goddamn does it suit Nicky. His slacks seem to hug his legs in just the right areas and I know the view from the back is just as mouth-watering, it’s just too good to miss. It’s made adjusting to school much more pleasurable.
After perusing his body, my eyes finally return to his. They heat as he finally makes eye contact with me again.
“Do you like what you see?” he says, voice so low it's almost a growl.
I smile sweetly at him, feigning an innocence I don’t possess, “Hmm, I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Nicky takes a step towards me and I take one back but instantly hit the counter, stopping my escape. Nicky’s eyes darken as he closes the distance between us, bringing our bodies together. My breath catches at the contact and I see the moment Nicky catches my reaction.
“See that’s where I think you are wrong, baby girl,” he says in a low voice. He bends down close to my ear, his hot breath against my neck causing a shiver to roll over my body, “I see the appreciation in your eyes when you look at me.”
“Don’t let that big ego get in the way of the truth now, Nicky.” I chastise him but it holds no heat. He knows he is right.
Nicky chuckles and I don’t know if it's the proximity, the after affects of last night still in my veins or simply the hold that this man holds on me but I can almost swear my pussy tingles at the sound.
“Never,” he whispers in my ear. He moves his head away from my ear but doesn’t dare to take a step away. If anything, he pushes me further into the counter. I wet my lips with my tongue and his eyes capture the movement. They don’t move as he slowly edges closer to them. His own mouth dropping slightly. My hands snake up his arms as I grip him tightly, needing to hold onto something. Just as our lips are about to meet, a groan sounds from behind us, startling us away from each other.
“Fuck’s sake, could you keep the PDA out of the kitchen. Some of us don’t feel like watching their sister being mauled while they are trying to eat,” Rhodes says with disgust as he enters the kitchen with Dawson and Jethro in tow. The former frowning at the both of us while the latter just gives us a blank look.
“That sounds like a you problem, baby brother.” I snide as I push Nicky away before walking away from the counter, grabbing my forgotten muffin and taking a bite.
“Gross,” Rhodes shivers and I can’t help but laugh at the disgusted expression on his face .
“As much as I love being judged this early in the morning, what are you guys doing here?” I question looking at Nicky, Dawson and Jethro.
“The guys came over because we needed to sit down and work out a schedule of sorts for your training,” Rhodes says and I nod before he continues. “Seeing how I have been next in line all these years, Dad suggested that I also assist in helping you get up to scratch with everything you need to know.”
I nod, agreeing with Rhodes. He smiles at me but I swear I could hear an undertone of bitterness in his voice. I shake my head at the doubt. He would tell me if he wasn’t happy. Wouldn't he?
“I’ll train you Monday, Jethro will train you Tuesday, Dawson will train you Wednesday and as far as I know Dacre will tap in after him?” Rhodes confirms with Dawson who nods, still not bothering to look at me since he stared daggers at me after he entered the room.
“Nicky will train you on Thursday. You will just have to double check with Pike, Sonny and Wyatt what days they will be training you.”
I nod, trying to commit each of the days to memory but know that I have no hope. Rhodes must sense my internal struggle as he comes over, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, “Don’t worry, I’ve already sent the schedule to you in an email that you can add to your calendar.
I smile at him, “Thanks Rhodes.”
He nods at me before taking a step away and grabbing the muffin with his name on it from the fridge, he groans in appreciation as he takes a bite.
“Your brother doesn’t share the same appeal you do when you eat,” Nicky whispers in my ear. I choke on my mouthful of food. Forced to spit it in the bin, I glare at Nicky as I take a sip of my coffee. He at least has the decency to look sheepish.
“Sorry, baby girl,” he says with a wince.
“You owe me.” I frown, pointing a finger at him.
“Add it to my tab,” he chuckles, making me laugh.
The school day seems to fly and I’m thankful for it. First period was Spanish. Sonny was insistent on sitting next to me during the class, much to Dacre’s dismay. The only reason Sonny got away with it is because he reminded Dacre that he is fluent and the best person to teach me. With a frown, Dacre took a seat next to a guy that I haven’t yet met.
Poor guy can’t catch a break.
Sonny took every single opportunity to wind me up through the lesson. The way his voice sounds when he whispers Spanish in my ear nearly broke my resolve.
He could call me a horse's ass and I would be a mess on the floor at this point.
Nicky grabs my hand, stopping me before I can rush out of Maths at the end of the day. Maths has never been my strong suit but I swear there was something about this lesson that dragged .
“You are all mine this afternoon, baby girl,” he says in my ear, my body shivers at the underlying innuendo in his voice.
I follow him outside to his bike. I step back as I wait for him to pass me his helmet. Being a dirt bike girl, I’ve never given much thought into road bikes or Harleys for the
matter but there is something about seeing Nicky on his bike that is doing something for me.
His smile is devilish as he hands me his helmet and I chastise myself for allowing my attraction to be so clear. I’m doing fucking terrible at making these guys grovel. But, god, it's hard. Especially when they look just as fucking delectable as Nicky does right now. I’m insatiable.
Eventually I snap myself out of my daze and hop onto the back of Nicky’s bike. I can’t help but tease him just as much as he does me. My hands snake up his torso, gripping the bottom of his dress shirt and lifting it up. His stomach clenches as my hands meet his bare flesh.
“You are a fucking tease, Scarlett,” he groans as his hands grab the outside of my thighs and squeeze, making them clench tighter around his body.
“Focus,” I say, rubbing the hard planes of his stomach. I hear Nicky moan as he starts the bike, the grumble of the engine drowning out his sound.
He doesn’t give me any warning as we shoot off out of the parking lot. Nicky keeps one hand on my thigh the entire drive. Rubbing small circles on my lower thigh, each pass over seeming to edge higher and higher.
By the time we are pulling up to the clubhouse, I’m panting in desperate need of a release. I launch myself off the bike in an attempt to get away from him and the growing need inside of me. Nicky doesn’t let me get far as he grabs my wrist before pulling me right back into his body.
“Be a good girl for me today and I’ll give you that release you are so desperate for.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes me. The submissive side of me is already nodding, knowing she will do absolutely anything to get the release she needs.
Nicky’s smile is triumphant as he looks down at me.
“Come on, I don’t want to see any of these old fuckers looking at you the way you are right now.”
That seems to be just the thing I need to get some of myself under control as I slowly start to calm my breathing.
We enter the same training room as Monday. The room is clear apart from two pairs of soldiers currently in the midst of sparring. I watch their technique closely. The placement of their hands, their feet and when those movements change. My eyes stay locked on one of the guys in particular. He isn’t much bigger than me but it's obvious that even up against his opponent, who is at least a foot taller than him and a good fifty kilos heavier, he is still the one with the upper hand.
“When it comes to combat, it doesn’t matter who is bigger than who. Obviously size does have a lot of benefits, but if you don’t have skill, you aren’t worth anything,” Nicky says, jolting me out of my trance as he comes up beside me.
“Take Blake as an example. The guy isn’t big and he knows that. He’s one of our best soldiers. Every single recruit in his year doubted him. He was teased for it relentlessly. But he trained day in and day out. Now, he is one of the Thunderbirds’ best. Almost every single mission, you can bet he is in on it in some form.”
I nod, impressed as I watch as he finally takes down his opponent. He lifts his head as he notices us standing on the sidelines watching him.
“Scarlett, Nicky,” he smiles as he looks at me before Nicky. His voice is southern, I raise my eyebrows not expecting it. Blake sounds like he’s straight off the farm. Looks are certainly deceiving.
I return the nod.
“Blake,” Nicky says with a nod. “Scarlett and I are going to be in here training this afternoon. Don’t worry about locking up when you leave.”
“No problem,” he says as he gives his sparring partner a hand up. He gives us a nod in greeting as well.
“Scarlett, it's nice to meet you. My name's Grover.” I smile at his outreached hand as I step forward and shake it.
I step back from him, and he gives me one last smile before turning to Nicky who he nods to. It doesn’t pass my notice at just how respectful he was to me. Majority of the people I met with Rhodes at Pinks’ were respectful, but it was obvious they had doubts. I clocked it up to just being because they were surprised but now it makes me think that it might have to do with a being female thing.
Nicky eventually pulls me away from Blake and Grover who return to sparring. He brings me to an area of the training room away from everyone else.
Nicky grabs tape and starts wrapping my hands. He’s gentle as he wraps them and my heart clenches at the treatment.
“While I go and grab the pads, I want you to stretch for a bit.”
I nod and start stretching as I wait for him to come back.
I stretch out the top half of my body quickly. Starting with my lower half, I stand with my legs spread and keeping my back straight, I bend down and touch my toes.
A wolf whistle sounds behind me and I snap up, bristling instantly. I turn around prepared to give whoever it is a dressing down but come up short when I see Nicky giving me an appreciative look.
“Damn, baby girl. You make stretching look way too appealing.”
A blush heats my face at the words as I feel the burn of his eyes work down my body. In an attempt to keep a cool facade which, I know I entirely bomb, I roll my eyes before turning my back on him and continue stretching. Now he’s back in my vicinity, I’m way too distracted to make the stretching I need to do worth my while.
I shake out my limbs as I watch Nicky finish setting up. Eventually he turns around to me with a smile.
“We are going to start with light warm ups. There’s no point going straight into a sparring session if you don’t know your basics. That kind of bullshit will just set you up for failure.”
I grimace knowing he’s right.
“I know you have muscle memory but if we want you to actually remember, we need to start from the basics. ”
I nod, watching as Nicky turns around and grabs punching pads, similar ones that Dawson and I used the other day. Putting them on, he nods towards the sparring ring. Nicky stands with his hands out ready and I shake my limbs out making sure they are loose.
“Right, I want you to punch the pads. Don’t focus too much on putting much force behind it. Just get in the rhythm of punching one at a time.”
I nod my head as I clench my fists, making sure to keep my thumbs out. I bring my arms up into a fighting stance, something I caught from watching Blake and Grover. I know I’ve at least done one thing right as Nicky gives me an approving smile.
I snap my hand out, punching one of the pads. I instantly look at Nicky for the approval I feel I need from him right now. His smile settles the raw anxiety I feel in my chest. The unease I feel is palpable.
I take a breath before I snap my other fist out, punching the other pad. I know I put a little more force behind that one when Nicky steps back slightly.
As I catch the sight, it feels as though some kind of veil comes over my vision. Like something within me awakens at the spot of weakness.
My next punches snap out with more force causing Nicky to put more strength in his defence.
After a few more hits, I snap myself out of my advance, feeling those slivers of resolve wanting to snap. I’m thankful that this time I seem to still hold the majority of the pieces of myself intact. Not wanting a repeat of the other day with Dawson, I pull myself up short.
I pant for breath, knowing I exerted myself more than Nicky intended for our first session .
Eventually I look up at him and catching him smiling down at me, a proud sheen in his eyes.
“You did good, baby girl. You are ready for this.”
I blow out a breath, “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like I am.”
It's all too easy for my insecurities to make themselves known.
“Why do you say that?” Nicky questions as he slides the pads off his hands, not giving any mind to where he throws them behind him.
“This world seems completely unrealistic sometimes. Like how is this life mine? It seems so far from the little beach-side Aussie girl who worked in a café for a living. Yet here I am set to take over from my father. To be the person that an entire gang turns towards for guidance. To lead jobs to stop trafficking rings. To potentially kill people?” I shake my head as I blow out a breath, willing myself to not get worked up yet again. I’ve cried way too many tears, I don’t need to let anymore fall but fuck if they don’t threaten their presence.
“I don’t want to let anyone down. Because even though it can feel so far-fetched, it feels so right. Like every single awful thing that has happened was always meant to lead me back here. That I needed to lose everything to become the person I need to be to be able to do this.”
After a beat of silence, Nicky takes a step towards me, “Scarlett. You are made for this life. I see it in you every day. I saw it in you back in Australia even when both of us didn’t know what it was or what any of this meant. You have the most admirable resilience I’ve ever seen in a person. The way you keep hitting back at my cockhead of a brother even when he is relentless in trying to tear you down,” he laughs, helping to break some of the tension seeping into the air. “He is digging himself an impossible grave when it comes to you.”
I shrug my shoulders, “Sounds like a him problem.”
Nicky laughs, “Too right, baby.”