Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
A Whole Lot of Meow
N ova enjoyed her outlaw escort back to the clubhouse. This time the gates opened with ease. No drama. Nobody pulling a gun on her. This time she belonged. It gave her chills, understanding (for the most part) just who these type of people were.
Virus and Dolph climbed off their motorcycles and waited for Nova.
“I’m fine,” she said to them. “You guys worked hard today. You should go have a beer. I’ll be right in.”
“Let us walk you in,” Virus said.
“I think she gave orders,” a voice said. “She’s inked. You want to challenge her?”
The voice was Mara. Nova looked to her right and smiled. Virus and Dolph backed off and walked away.
“Thanks,” Nova said to Mara. “They were following me all day.”
“Leeches.”
“They beat people up and took their money and gave it to me.”
Mara laughed. “That’s one way to make money. Not something to really retire on though.”
“Is there anything that resembles retirement around here other than death?”
“Nope,” Mara said. “Death is the last ride. And we’re all going to face it.”
“That makes me want to feel so happy about life.”
“That’s why we drink,” Mara said. “Can I buy you one?”
“Buy me a drink?” Nova asked.
Mara winked. “Let’s go make those little perky tit sluts pour us drinks. Then we can grab our outlaws by their fat dicks and drag them away to fuck them all night.”
“Well then,” Nova said, swallowing hard.
“Oh, come on. You and Linc…?”
Nova nodded. She wasn’t lying. This version of Linc though? She hadn’t had him. Yet.
“What about you and Fitz?” Nova teased.
Mara took Nova’s hand. “A dick is a dick. Gets hard. Slides in. Shivers, shakes, and sprays.”
“Now that’s one way to describe sex,” Nova said.
She laughed to avoid what felt like some kind of tension coming off Mara. Not everybody lived the perfect dream life. Especially in this life. It was violence, death, drinking, and sex.
As soon as they entered the clubhouse, Nova had an even weirder feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was completely off right now. She blamed it on Mara’s comments about her sex life with Fitz. Nova went toward the bar. Mara followed. Maggie bounced over.
“Whore,” Mara said.
“Hello to you too,” Maggie said.
“Get us drunk,” Nova said.
“Yeah, I bet you need it, huh?” Maggie asked.
“Why would I need to get drunk?” Nova asked.
Both Nova and Mara saw Maggie’s eyes move for a split second. Mara turned first. As Nova turned her head, she heard Mara say, “Fuck.”
Nova looked and did a double take. Linc was back at the pool tables in the corner of the clubhouse. Sitting down on an old leather couch, his feet up on the pool table. Two deecees danced, fully naked, rubbing against each other.
A third deecee stood way too close to Linc. Standing there in a black thong. Topless. Oddly shaped round breasts. Definitely fake.
“What the fuck?” Nova growled.
“It’s the life, girlfriend,” Mara said. “They have their main course and then side dishes.”
“I don’t fucking think so,” Nova said. She stood up. “I did not sign up for this.”
“The ink on your skin says otherwise,” Mara said. “But, hey, you’re inked and that slut isn’t. That means you’re in control. You want to go over there and slice her fake tits off? Do it.”
Nova looked back at Maggie. “Give me a shot of whiskey right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Maggie said.
“Better yet, just give her the damn bottle,” Mara said.
Nova nodded in agreement.
One big gulp later, Nova’s eyes burned and teared up. She then charged across the clubhouse. As she closed in on the deecee , Linc took notice. He could have easily pushed the deecee out of the way, jumped up and gotten in front of Nova to tell her nothing was happening. Nor would anything happen. But the look on Nova’s face made Linc grin. He slipped his hands behind his head and waited for the show to start.
The show started with Nova pushing the deecee from behind.
“Fucking whore, get away from him!” Nova yelled.
That got the attention of everyone in the clubhouse. The deecee turned and swiped her right hand through the air, fingers curled. Her long fingernails dug hard into Nova’s left cheek. An instant burning feeling was followed by the feeling of blood seeping. That’s when Linc jumped up.
“She’s fucking inked!” Linc yelled at the deecee . “You can’t touch her!”
Nova didn’t give a damn about rules. She dove at the deecee and punched her in the jaw. The deecee’s head flew back. Nova then threw a left uppercut and punched the deecee under her right breast. That made the deecee scream. Nova wasn’t done yet.
She clawed at the deecee ’s face and drove her back, slamming her body against the wall. Nova punched her in the stomach and the deecee fell straight down to her butt, screaming for help. As Nova wound up for a kick to the deecee ’s face that’s when Linc jumped in to stop the violence.
He wrapped his arms around Nova. She wasn’t having it. Linc picked Nova up and threw her over his shoulder. Nova screamed, wanting to get back to the deecee and keep hitting and kicking her. She was the easy target now for all the pent up annoyance in Nova. Her brother disappearing. Her mother being a burned out drunk. Struggling to survive. No time to write her dream novel. Delivering orders when she could to people who refused to treat her like a human. And now being tied to the motorcycle club. Everything was so fast.
Nova felt Linc’s right hand wrapped around her waist, cupping her right ass cheek. Holding her against him.
“Get her the fuck out of here,” Linc yelled to Slade. “She clawed my Nova. That bitch is gone. For good. She comes around here ever again she gets a fucking bullet!”
Hearing the tone in Linc’s voice made Nova stop thrashing and thinking. She was suddenly turned on. The boldness of Linc’s voice. The depth. The command. The fact that when he spoke others listened.
“You can put me down, Linc,” Nova said. “I’m good. I’m calm… ish …”
“Fuck no,” Linc bellowed. His grip on her right ass cheek got tighter. “I’m not putting you down until I get you into my fucking room alone.”
Nova’s toes curled tight and her teeth began to chatter. She never had a pissed off outlaw throw her down on his bed before.
There really was a first time for everything.
Linc did just that. He threw Nova down onto his bed. Nova bounced and kicked back on the bed until she reached the pillows.
The first thing she thought about were all the other women who had spent time in this bed. Minutes. Hours. Days. More. She couldn’t help but think about Maggie… just a couple nights ago, sneaking into the room after Linc was shot, reaching into his pants, pulling out his cock, and jerking him off. At some point, Maggie took off her neon-green thong and used that too, stroking Linc until his cock spilled hot cum all over her thong.
“You look livid, darling,” Linc said.
He reached down and Nova slapped his hand away. “What the fuck, Linc?”
“What?”
“What the fuck have you become?” Nova cried out. “This is who you are? This is what you are? I knew you were on the other side of things. That’s fine. But this? Look at this life! Look at me!”
“Look at you…?”
Nova felt something break inside her. A second later she had her pants off. Kicking them off with force and aggression. So hard that she kicked her shoes off too. Planting her socked feet on the bed and lifting up, grabbing for the bandage on the tattoo and tearing it off. It stung. It itched. Nova plopped her ass down to the bed.
She pointed to the tattoo. “Look! Look at this! What was I thinking? Just look at me, Linc. A fucking tattoo with your initials. Oh, and you should see the money I made today. Hundreds of dollars in cash.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
“Yes!” Nova yelled. “Your bikers beat people up! Do you really think that’s not going to come back and haunt me? I’m going to be kicked off the apps. There goes my side income. But, wait, there’s more!”
Nova pointed to her cheek. Linc’s jaw tightened.
“Yeah,” Nova said. “Go ahead. Get angry looking. I’m the one with scratches on my fucking face. By some fucking whore. What the fuck, Linc? What if I wasn’t there, huh? What would have happened? Would you have let her climb on you? Would you have chewed on those rubber tits like a dog with a toy? Or would she have just sucked your dick?”
“Are you done yet?” Linc asked.
“Fuck you!”
Linc almost jumped on the bed. Hands next to each side of Nova.
“That’s enough,” Linc growled. “You said what you wanted. Now I say what I want. You were fucking warned, darling. I told you from the second you wanted my help what it would be like. You want to worry so much about where my dick goes… keep me fucking interested and then you have nothing to worry about.”
Nova gasped. “You fucking bastard.”
“That’s right, Nova. Be mean and dirty.”
Linc touched her inner thigh. She gasped and looked down for a second. She knew she could easily slap his hand away. Get rid of his touch. Linc moved down and nuzzled his nose to hers. Nova shivered and purred.
“You don’t want the old Linc, darling,” he whispered. “You already fucked him. You already had him. You want this version of me. The one who will protect you. The one who will kill for you…”
Nova groaned and opened her mouth. Linc’s tongue thrust in a second later. An intense, deep kiss ensued. Nova melted into the bed. Her hips thrust. Linc’s fingers pressed between her legs. Just like before he peeled her panties to the side and dipped a finger right into her.
“Fuck,” Nova said as Linc kissed her.
“You haven’t seen or felt a thing yet, darling,” Linc warned.
Just like that their sweet kiss ended. Nova looked into his eyes and for a second she saw the eyes of the old Linc. The sexy bad boy. The one who made her feel love and pleasure for the first time ever in her life. That was a fast second.
Linc was now hard. Outlaw. Mean. A killer. In a movement Nova didn't expect, Linc brushed his lips against her left cheek, where that fake titted deecee scratched her. Then Linc moved fast. Really fast.
Down her body. Between her legs. Nova grabbed the sheets and sucked in a breath. Linc used his right hand to grab the front of her panties and pulled. As Nova’s hips lifted, down went her panties. Linc tore them off her and threw them across the room.
Nova realized right then her panties were now just part of the memories and evidence that laid waste in Linc’s room. She didn’t care. Her body ached. Her sex felt tender. Wet. No. More than wet. Soaked. Dripping.
Linc leaned forward and used two fingers on his left hand to spread her lips wide. Nova felt herself clenching for a second. That gave Linc a show. Staring at her wet, pink, throbbing cunt.
He moved in for a taste. Nova felt Linc’s strong tongue press against her sex, sliding and curling, entering her. She thrust her hips and groaned. She tried to remember the last time a man went down on her. It was embarrassing she couldn’t remember…
Linc’s tongue went deep, exploring, curling and twisting. Nova’s jaw dropped and stayed that way. She looked down and saw nothing but Linc’s massive, muscular back, pressed against his T-shirt and his leather cut.
She stared at the SOFRAW name and logo. Getting tongue fucked by an outlaw. Getting eaten out by the only guy she ever loved. For some reason right then she thought about the fact that she was still wearing socks. Nova almost laughed. Then Linc’s tongue touched her G-spot.
Nova’s body declared that Linc was officially a God with his tongue skills.