Chapter 20
TWENTY
He’d barely put the truck in park before they were both flying out of it, headed toward his front door. As the door was unlocked, shoved open, then slammed closed behind them, Nadia was sure time was still running too slow.
There was no time to catch her breath before he was on her, tearing her clothes from her body as she tore his clothes from his. By the time they were down the hallway to his bedroom, she was in her bra and underwear, and he was tugging his jeans down his legs, leaving only his tight as hell black boxer briefs.
Hungry for him, she reached out to grab his cock, but he snagged her wrist.
Startled, she narrowed her eyes at him.
He shook his head. “Nuh uh. I haven’t had a taste of you in too fucking long. I need to eat your pussy until you come, then I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you come twice, then I’m going to do it all over again until the sunrises.”
Vibrating, her body absolutely on board with his plan, she let him drop her hand. Watching him watching her, she undid her bra, and slowly slid the straps down her arms, holding the fabric of the cups against her aching nipples, teasing him.
His nostrils flared, his neck veins pulsing—God, he was a freaking sex god!
“Drop the bra, Nadia. Let me see those beautiful breasts so I can suck ‘em,” James commanded.
Never one to deny herself pleasure, she dropped the bra to the floor. Then she slipped out of her panties, and tossed those over his head, smirking at the look of hunger on his face.
“God, baby,” he rasped, “you are so fucking beautiful! How is it possible that you’re mine?”
Her heart swelling, she battled back the tears that tingled her nose. This man…he really, truly loved her, didn’t he? And God, did she love him in return.
Sidling up to him, she pressed her body against his, getting on her tip toes to brush a kiss against his chin. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he slammed his mouth to hers, commanding her, devouring her. She whimpered, her body in flames. He pushed her backward toward the bed, not once breaking their kiss until the backs of her knees collided with the mattress.
“Lay down, let me have my meal, then I’ll fill you to bursting,” he drawled darkly.
Nodding like a crazy person, she threw herself backward on the bed, spreading her legs. She cupped her heavy breasts, her need for him, for his pleasure, nigh unbearable.
He peered down at her, his eyes ravenous, and he snarled, “Look at you, so wet, so needy. My woman needs me, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, I do, please, lick my pussy,” she begged.
He grinned, his canines flashing like a wolf’s. “As my lady desires.”
He flattened himself against the bed, his head and shoulders between her legs. He gripped her ass, dropped his head, and dragged his tongue from her asshole to her clit.
Trembling, she shrieked at the sensation his tongue and lips wrought as he ate her pulsing pussy. She arched up, pushing her pussy into his mouth, but he held her in place for his plundering, giving no quarter, conquering, pillaging, vanquishing her.
“That’s it, baby, come on my tongue, fill my mouth with your juices,” he growled, the rumbling of it vibrating through her pussy. She went off like a rocket, a silent scream making her mouth drop open as she shuddered.
James crawled up the bed, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and her arousal glistening on his mouth and cheeks. God, why was that such a turn on?
He took her mouth, and she could taste her own release on his tongue. She groaned, her body fine-tuned for pleasure.
She pressed a hand to his chest, his racing heart pounding away under her palm, and she relished the knowledge that he was just as worked up as she was, as needy and desperate as she was.
“I need you, James; it’s been too long,” she murmured against his mouth, and he nipped at her bottom lip, making her wriggle.
He closed his eyes and moaned as her pussy brushed against his throbbing dick.
“Definitely too long, baby. But I didn’t want to rush it,” he admitted.
She huffed. “We can take our time next time.”
He arched a brow, his lips curling. “Next time, huh?”
“Pfft, you’re the one talking about fucking until sunrise,” she sassed.
He chuckled. “You’re right.”
He flipped them so she was on top, making her gasp.
“Put me inside you,” he commanded her, his voice a deep, raspy rumble.
Her loose hair in her face, she swept it out of her eyes and looked down at his cock. It was weeping, angry looking, and she wanted to put it in her mouth, but her achingly empty pussy was a demanding bitch. Reaching down, she took his cock into her hands, fisting it. His body grew taut, the muscles in his abs flexing as he moaned at her touch.
“I need to be inside of you,” he breathed raggedly.
Rising to her knees, she placed his cockhead at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down, groaning at the sensation of being utterly filled. Once her clit was nestled against his pelvis, she let out the breath she’d been holding.
Complete.
She was complete once more.
Nadia ground against him, reveling in the feeling of being connected to him after much too long.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good!” he crowed, his head pressed back into his pillow, his face contorted in ecstasy
She began to ride him, coating him with her slickness. He glided into her, rubbing along her rippling walls. She took him impossibly deeper, bouncing on him mindlessly. He cupped her tits, squeezing them, using his thumb to scrape against her diamond-hard nipples.
Something like lightning lit her up from the inside, growing in intensity and heat, until it crackled along her nerve endings.
“James! I’m gonna come!” she cried, impaling herself on him.
He jackknifed up, wrapping his arms around her as he pounded into her from below.
He grunted, moaning, panting, moving in a maddening rhythm until the world around them turned white, and her body exploded into a million stars.
“Fuck, yes, Nadia— fuuuuck , fuck!” James slammed her down on his cock, hard, holding her in place as his jet after jet of his boiling cum painted her insides.
They collapsed together onto the bed, still bound together in body. Nadia slid right into sleep seconds later, her body replete, her heart full, her soul at peace.
After their third round, Nadia lay splayed over his chest, her face nested in his neck, his fingers dancing up and down her spine, their satiated bodies stuck together by sweat…and other things.
She hummed, content, her body sighing. “Will you be in a lot of trouble with Frost?” she asked, the thought weighing heavy on her mind. She hated the idea of James being in trouble for something he did for her.
James sighed, then pressed a kiss to her naked shoulder.
“He’s not going to be happy, that’s for sure. He had no idea I’d planned to do that, so he was just as shocked as everyone else. And if there’s one thing Frost doesn’t like, it’s being surprised.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” she agreed. Sitting up, she slid down to lay at his side facing him, her hand on his chest, over his heart. It was beating slow, steady…and only for her.
She grinned, exultant. This man is mine!
“What’s that grin for?” he asked, his blue eyes dancing with mischief.
She laughed, her grin growing, “I’m just happy that you’re mine.”
The humor dropped from his eyes as intense love and adoration filled them.
He cupped her face, his thumbs gently brushing against her cheeks.
“And you’re mine. Forever.”
It was a good thing James told Vicki not to call too soon, because they didn’t come up for air until the sun rose twice.
Parking in front of the clubhouse, Locust turned to look at his woman, his heart practically exploding in his chest. For the first time in his life, he was happy. He had his woman, he had his club—what more could a man want?
She grinned at him, her golden hair glinting with the rays of the afternoon sun, her skin glowing with health and happiness, and a little bit of a post-sex flush.
“You okay?” he asked, knowing this would be the first time she’d step into the clubhouse since her confrontation with Frost about her step-brother.
She nodded, though her hands twisted nervously in her lap. “Yes and no. I want to be part of your life, so that means part of the Unchained, but I’m…a little anxious about it, too. What happens if they hate me because they blame me for you nearly burning your kutte?”
He leaned over the center console and took her face in his hands, pressing a lingering kiss on her soft, warm lips.
“They won’t hate you, baby, simply because you mean so much to me. What matters to me, matters to the club.”
Her eyes widened, though there was still wariness there. “Are you sure?”
He smirked. “Yeah, baby; I’ve already gotten texts from all those assholes about when I’ll be bringing my ol’ lady by so they could welcome you properly.”
She gasped. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yup. That’s one of the reasons we’re here. I couldn’t hold the fuckers off much longer, and I wanted to meet up with Frost.”
She pursed her lips, her gaze caught on his, until she finally said, “Okay. Let’s go inside so Frost can chew your ass, and I can chat with Cilla, Stephie, and Emily. I need some pointers on how to deal with my biker boyfriend.”
He chuckled. “Don’t listen to a word those women say; they’re trouble.”
They walked into the common room hand in hand, and immediately they were surrounded by smiling fools, eager to bust his balls and monopolize his woman.
“Back the fuck off, assholes, give her some breathing room!” Locust snapped good-naturedly, actually fucking happy his brothers were showing Nadia what it meant to be part of the Unchained family.
Cilla and Emily came over, pulling his woman away from the rabble to the bar, where they’d probably make Tony number one mix her some pansy-ass, fruity drink.
“Locust! My office!” Frost bellowed. Locust grunted as his brothers all flinched, their expressions all saying the same thing, “Glad it isn’t me.”
Slapping Patriot then Tornado on their backs as he walked by, he cast a quick glance to Nadia, who was sitting in the corner with Cilla, Emily, and now Tasha, who’d been hanging around the clubhouse again after she’s been banned for six months after her twin betrayed the brotherhood. Tasha and Tornado, her twin’s ex-boyfriend, seemed to be getting close—but that was none of Locust’s business.
His business was waiting for him in Frost’s office.
He didn’t bother knocking on the slightly opened office door, pushing through, his gaze clashing with that of his MC prez, and the man who’d saved his life ten years ago. The man to whom he owed a life debt.
Thankfully, that too cheerful club girl wasn’t sitting on his desk this time, because Locust didn’t want to deal with that drama, too. As the club enforcer, he preferred his life as drama free as possible, so unless it had something to do with safety of the club or one of its members, he’d ignore it until it blew up in his face.
“Take a seat,” Frost ordered, not taking his eyes off Locust.
Locust did as he was commanded, taking the chair across from Frost. He sat back, giving off the air of a man without worry or care, but he did worry…he did care. But he wasn’t going to let Frost give him shit; Frost needed to take some responsibility for the clusterfuck that happened with Nadia and Ratchet. Thankfully, the patch over with the Bone Dogz was almost complete. The few members who’d traveled down from Erie to Wilkes-Barre, had returned to Erie to get their shit packed up and ready to move to the houses they were renting. From Locust. He owned the duplex he lived in, and two others on the same street. He also owned a condo in the Poconos he rented out as an Air BnB, and a small apartment complex in King of Prussia.
Frost’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“You want to explain what the fuck you were doing?”
He didn’t need to elaborate; Locust knew exactly what the man was talking about.
He answered honestly, “I was choosing my woman over the club.”
Frost seemed to freeze, like he couldn’t believe Locust just came out and said it. Suddenly, his face twisted into a sneer.
“Putting pussy over your duty to the club?” he asked, his voice dripping with menace, but Locust was beyond giving a fuck. He loved the brotherhood, would die for them, but there was a line he refused to cross again. He assumed that a man, married twenty-five years, would understand Locust’s choice.
Guess not.
Sitting forward, Locust met Frost’s gave head on.
“Maybe if you chose your woman over the club, you wouldn’t be lookin’ down the barrel of divorce.”
In a flash of red and black, all hell broke loose.
Nadia didn’t know how long she was sitting with the other ol’ ladies before the pounding, slamming, and shouted started.
She shot to her feet, her heart in her throat, as she peered down the hallway where James had gone.
“What the hell is going on?” Emily boomed, every inch of club queen coming to the fore. Her head snapped to Patriot who was standing behind his woman, his hands on her shoulders. “You know what the hell is going on in there?”
Patriot shrugged, not a single concern in his demeanor. As the club VP, Nadia assumed he’d be more agitated than he was at the sounds of his prez and his enforcer beating the shit out of each other.
“They’re working shit out, no need to worry,” he replied, then squeezed Cilla’s shoulder, before lifting his gaze to meet Nadia’s. “Let ‘em be. I know it sounds bad, but they need to get it out.”
“Get what out?” Nadia practically shrieked. “It sounds like they’re killing each other in there!”
Cluster sauntered up then, a half-eaten hot wing in his hand. “Nah, they’re just having a discussion. Long time coming, actually. Surprise it took ‘em this long to have it out. Lots of history there.”
Patriot and Emily both nodded at that, and Nadia remembered exactly what that history was.
Shit.
Sitting down again, she tried to drown out the sounds of battle, her chest aching with worry for her man. She hoped he didn’t hurt Frost too badly.
They all sat quietly, listening to the fighting, their gazes moving around the room, watching, waiting. Nadia’s gaze moved toward the two club whores sitting, heads together, in a booth furthest away from where she and the ol’ ladies were sitting. That wasn't coincidence. She knew the ol’ ladies had a problem with the club girls, and vice versa, but they were forced, by MC culture, to deal with it.
Suddenly, the sounds of fighting stopped, and Nadia shot to her feet once more, her heart and eyes seeking a single sign of James.
Eventually, both men emerged from the hallway, both with bloody noses, split lips, and stupid grins on their faces.
Nadia rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
Ugh. Men!
She hurried to James, who took her into his arms.
“Get the fuck out of here, take your woman on a trip. I don’t want to see you back here for a week,” Frost ordered, making James chuckle.
He saluted playfully. “Aye, aye, Prez!”
From the corner of her eye, Nadia noticed one of the club whores moving toward Frost, but Nadia wasn’t the only one who noticed; Emily did, too. But rather than say anything, Emily turned on her heel, and hurried from the room. Frost, whose attention had been on the other woman, turned to watch Emily walk away, a look of yearning and defeat on his face.
There was definitely trouble there, and Frost’s actions as of late probably weren’t helping the situation.
Saying goodbye to Cilla and Tasha, and the brothers, Nadia let James lead her from the clubhouse. Once they were in the truck, she turned to him.
“Take me somewhere, huh?” she teased.
He grinned, chuckling. “After our…discussion, Frost realized I needed to take some time to cement your place in my life, to make sure you’re tied to me, body, heart, and soul—forever.”
She slid her hand up his arm, to his neck, resting her fingers over the pulse beating there.
“You don’t need to take me away to do that, honey, but I wouldn’t mind taking a trip to that condo of yours.” It was in the Poconos, not far from where Elijah was staying at Mountain Strong. They could visit him, then spend the rest of the time making love and making memories.
He reached up and pressed his hand over hers, holding it to his warm flesh.
He turned to her, his eyes filled with devotion, and he smiled. He knew her plans, and he wanted to do it for her.
Nodding, he replied, “I’ll take you wherever you want to go, baby—to the Poconos, to Paris, to the moon….”
She laughed, her heart lighter and brighter than it ever had been. Tears of happiness filled her eyes, but she wiped them away.
“Yeah?” she rasped, her voice heavy with emotion.
“Yeah.”
Her body humming, eager for her man, she purred, “Then take me home and put your cock in me.”
The truck jerked forward as James stomped on the gas, and the air in the truck cab filled with the sounds of carefree laughter.