Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Eager Kittens
N ova’s eyes opened and she panicked for a second as she sat up. She scrambled to find her phone. The battery wasn’t looking so hot at the moment. When she calculated just how much sleep she had gotten, panic hit her again. Last time she slept that much she had the flu. No flu this time. Just… outlaws …
She looked around the bedroom. Linc was nowhere to be found. The smell of leather and man hit her and she realized she had Linc’s leather cut on top of her.
She touched the back patch. The large logo for SOFRAW . She studied the stitching of the name…
Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West
Her jaw shivered for a moment. The bathroom door opened and out stepped Linc. Shirtless. Nova’s eyes lit up with excitement.
Did we have sex last night and I don’t remember?
That thought struck her hard. She felt a tightening between her legs. No aching though… which she definitely would have been feeling if Linc had been inside her.
“Morning, darling,” he said.
He walked to his dresser and found a wrinkled T-shirt. Only Linc could put on a dirty, old T-shirt and look so fuckable.
“How’s your leg?” Linc asked.
“Sore,” Nova whispered. “Not as much as my head though.”
Linc moved to the bed. “Yeah, darling, you mixed vodka, beer, and whiskey.”
“Don’t say that out loud. My stomach just flipped a little.”
“Let me check the ink, Nova.”
Let me … not much of an offering but rather a command. Nova swallowed hard. Linc took his leather cut off Nova’s body and put it on. Nova felt her body grow very tender. Her toes curled tight.
“Going to have to take your pants off, darling,” Linc said. “You wanna do it? Or do you want me to do it?”
Nova smiled, then unbuttoned her pants and slowly pushed them down. Her panties showing. Her legs showing. Linc touched the bandage on her leg and she jumped.
“Always ticklish,” Linc whispered.
Nova’s body felt red-hot. Linc tugged at the medical tape and it resisted against Nova’s soft skin. She watched Linc carefully.
As Linc pulled the bandage off, his eyes couldn’t help but look between Nova’s legs. Those panties hugging tight… He could smell her. Like a warm, sweet breakfast. The kind that could ruin your morning and your life.
Linc tended to the tattoo… Nova caught herself gripping the covers on the bed.
“Looks good so far,” Linc said. “It’ll scab and all that. We’ll just keep it clean.”
Linc walked away to get more supplies. That gave Nova a chance to let her jaw drop and let her roll her eyes to the back of her head. She was… dripping …
Her panties pulling against her body. She swore she could smell her own desire. Meaning Linc could smell her too. It made her cringe. Smell. She didn’t like the idea of that but it was reality. It wasn’t a bad thing. It was just… natural…
Linc returned and wrapped the tattoo up once more. He then touched Nova’s legs, lingering. Oh, fuck , Nova thought to herself.
Fucking hell… Linc thought to himself.
His left hand inched up her leg. Nova exhaled a slow breath and felt herself wanting to thrust against his touch. His hand crept up… closer… and closer… Nova blinked fast, more than ready… There was a knock at the door.
“Ready, brother?”
“Fucking Darrow,” Linc growled with a half grin. “Have to take care of some club stuff. Do what you need to do today, darling. Make sure you get some coffee and food first. Muffin’s breakfasts are legendary around here.”
“Muffin,” Nova whispered. “What a name.”
“Dude is seven-feet tall and he’s called Muffin. There’s a story behind it. I don’t have time now.”
Linc leaned down and kissed Nova on the lips. She felt like she was suddenly floating in the air.
“You’ll be safe and protected, darling,” Linc said.
Nova wasn’t sure what that really meant or why he said it. A couple seconds later Linc was gone. Nova groaned and felt her hips desperate to writhe, wiggle, and just plain fuck. Her stomach also growled with intense hunger.
At least one urge she could satisfy.
Maggie’s perky tits jumped across behind the bar, filling up a coffee mug for Nova. Weird enough the mug had the SOFRAW logo on it.
“Sugar? Creamer?” Maggie asked.
“All of the above.”
“Some vodka in it too? Best hangover cure.”
Nova smiled. “Two things for you, Maggie. Keep your vodka away from me. And keep your hands away from Linc’s dick. Deal?”
“That ink has you bolder now.”
“I’ve always been this way,” Nova said. “I usually contain my inner bitch. But I’m hungover, haven’t had coffee, and I’m not in the mood to find more cum crusted panties in Linc’s room.”
Nova added a little cream and a lot of sugar to her coffee. It tasted damn good too. Like heavenly good. Like ten-dollars-a-cup-at-some-fancy-coffee shop good. When Nova looked at Maggie, Maggie simply nodded.
“Muffin,” she said to Nova. “He gets freshly roasted beans and grinds them and does his thing.”
Nova shook her head, amazed that this giant biker named Muffin was able to do all this stuff… cooking, coffee, all that… And he chose the outlaw life.
Nova downed the first cup in no time. Maggie poured a second one.
Then Maggie said, “Hey, Mara.”
Nova turned her head and saw a woman entering the clubhouse. She was beautiful. Auburn hair pulled back. Bright, brown eyes. They almost had a yellow tint to them. Cat-like eyes. Thin lips, soft cheekbones, wearing a sweater type shirt with a wide neck, the left side pulled down over her left shoulder, showing off her bra strap. She wore denim shorts with cuts and frills dangling.
Nova was instantly jealous of the woman’s legs too. They were tan, long, and full. Nova caught herself staring probably far too long. The woman walked right up to the bar and sat down.
She looked at Nova. “ Deecee ?”
“Linc’s girl,” Maggie said. “This is Nova. Just got fresh ink last night.”
“Oh, wow,” the woman said. “Someone to tame Linc? Your vagina must get wet with whiskey then, huh?”
Nova didn’t laugh or smile.
“And you are?” Nova asked.
“Mara,” the woman said. She leaned closer to Nova and bumped shoulders with her. “Sorry for the attitude. I really hate coming into this place sometimes. Smells like alcohol and vagina. Just pisses me off in general. I’m not like these little sluts running around with their little tits jumping like eager kittens for attention.”
“Meow,” Nova said with a smile.
“Wow, what a bitch,” Maggie said.
“Am I wrong?” Mara asked Maggie. “Do you want to go down the list of how much biker cum you’ve swallowed from this place?”
Nova felt a little sting of jealousy again. She reminded herself that Maggie had only given Linc a hand job. Which was plenty more than Nova had given to Linc lately…
“Sorry, does this talk bother you?” Mara asked Nova.
“No,” Nova lied. “I’ve been around it before. Linc and I were close when we were younger.”
“Oh, Jesus, you were out of this and came back?”
“Personal issues,” Nova whispered.
“Ah, yeah. I get that. Sorry for my tone there. I just can’t imagine life outside of this hell.”
“Who are you… with…?”
Mara smiled.
“She’s Fitz’s old lady,” Maggie said.
“Hey, I hate that term,” Mara said. “I’ll come over there and rip your perky little nipple right off your chest.”
“Fitz,” Nova said. “You have his ink?”
“Yup,” Mara said. “You know how it goes. They stake their claim.”
“She was one night away from becoming a full blown deecee .”
Nova stared at Mara.
Mara nodded. “Yeah. Long time ago. I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Well, cheers to us then,” Nova said, lifting her coffee mug.
Maggie gave Mara coffee. Together, Nova and Mara touched mugs.
“Of course, Fitz didn’t come home last night,” Mara said. “Again, something I’m definitely used to, but I still tend to worry. How can I not? Even if I know he’s here and safe, he could have some whore like Maggie here riding his dick.”
“I would never touch Fitz,” Maggie said. “Not my type.”
“What’s wrong with Fitz?” Mara asked.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Nova said. “Everyone has their thing. Right?”
Darrow appeared from the side hallway of the clubhouse. He instantly froze when he saw Mara. He snapped his fingers and clapped his hands together.
And he just stared…
Nova watched as Mara stared right back at Darrow.
“Fitz is still sleeping,” Darrow said as he remembered how to walk.
“He’s alive?” Mara asked.
“Yeah,” Darrow said.
“I guess that’s all I need to know for now,” Mara said.
Darrow walked around the bar. He paused at Nova and Mara like he wanted to say something— not sure to who —but he kept going. He broke out into a quick jog and pushed the door open with force to exit the clubhouse.
Nova looked at Mara with a curious face.
“What?” Mara asked.
“That was interesting.”
“What was?”
“Really? The way you two were just looking at each other?”
Mara leaned toward Nova. “Hey. Watch your tongue. You want to start a war within the club? You want to see what that’s like? Words have a way of creating big problems that aren’t there. I’m wearing Fitz’s ink. Got that?”
Cold chills ran through Nova’s body. Everything with the motorcycle club had a way of always becoming very serious, very fast.
“Sorry,” Nova said. “I’m not thinking straight. Hungover. We good?”
“Yeah,” Mara said. “How about some whiskey in our coffee?”
Nova’s entire body jumped and she growled in her throat.
She felt like she was going to throw up.