Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gnawing Away
W hile Linc paced the clubhouse listening to Priest fill everyone else in on what just occurred, Nova drove just blocks away. Every few seconds she checked her mirrors, more than a little paranoid that her stunt gained her a follower with law enforcement.
She finally made that last turn toward the motorcycle club compound. Virus opened the gate for her with nothing more than a head nod. Nova felt accepted. And guilty as sin.
She parked her SUV and looked for Linc’s motorcycle. She saw it parked and she exhaled with a little bit of relief. The moment she opened the clubhouse door and rushed inside, it was like time suddenly froze.
Everyone look at Nova. Everyone. Everyone at the bar. Everyone in the clubhouse. The deecees who were serving drinks or walking around topless. Monte was bent over, ready to sink the eight ball and close out another win over Warren. Both bikers eyed Nova. She never experienced such an intense feeling before in her life.
Linc was nowhere to be found at the moment. That worried her. That’s when Cyrus walked forward. His massive feet in his massive boots, each step louder than the previous one. A towering figure. A monstrous biker. The President of SOFRAW .
Nova looked up at Cyrus. Cyrus looked down at her.
“You know how much I hate lawyers, Nova?”
She shook her head.
“I hate lawyers. I really hate them. And if it wasn’t for you, I’d be sitting in a cell right now, waiting to deal with lawyers.” Cyrus turned and gently placed an arm around Nova’s shoulder. “This one is fierce. She’s one of the bravest and craziest women I’ve ever met. She saved this club today. All of us. Now someone get her a fucking drink. Now!”
Cyrus’s booming voice shook the bottles behind the bar. In a matter of seconds there were drinks lined up at the bar for Nova. Beer, whiskey, and plenty more.
Every single member of the club nodded at her. It was total respect. Nova caught herself almost beaming with… pride.
Pride…?
Pride!
Because I helped a bunch of ruthless outlaws escape getting arrested? Nova asked herself.
Linc then appeared. As soon as he saw Nova he threw the bottle in his hand over the bar. By the time it hit the floor and shattered, he was halfway running toward her.
For a second Nova didn’t know what to do. The look in Linc’s eyes… Linc heard the little voice in his head telling him to be cool.
Too fucking late.
As soon as he reached Nova, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him.
“What the fuck were you thinking, darling?” Linc growled.
Nova sucked in a breath and felt a dam of emotions crack and break loose. Linc picked Nova up and began to carry her across the floor. Holding her so she had to look down at him. As she stared, she knew he was pissed.
Like… really pissed…
Nova could tell Linc was so pissed she feared something bad was going to happen. It was the first time she ever felt that way near him. She refused to buy into it though, meaning she allowed Linc to carry her to his room.
Inside, Linc kicked the door shut as hard as he could. He then tossed Nova to the bed. He turned and punched the door, splintering the wood.
“Linc!” Nova cried out.
He spun around. “Don’t! Are you kidding me, Nova? You showed up there? You followed us? That was club business.”
Nova climbed up on the bed, shaking. She wanted to be the same height as Linc. She wanted to go eye to eye with this outlaw and put him in his place.
“I saved your ass!” Nova yelled.
“Nobody asked you to do that! You could have been hurt! Killed! You could have gotten arrested!”
“But I didn’t! And you know what? Fuck you, Linc!”
His eyes grew three times their normal size. His nostril flared wide. His lip curled.
“That’s right,” Nova said. She raised her shaking hands and pushed at Linc. “Fuck you. I was a hero today and you know it.”
Linc grabbed her wrists and pulled. Nova tumbled forward off the bed. Linc caught her. She wrapped her legs around him. There was a pause.
Linc then tossed her back to the bed. Then he grabbed Nova and spun her around. He pulled her back off the bed by the back of her jeans. His hands quickly undid the button on her jeans and his hands moved even quicker to strip her jeans and panties down her legs.
Nova gasped and found herself being bent forward on the bed. Linc nudged at her and she climbed onto the bed. On her hands and knees. Her ass in the air.
“Fucking bad girl,” Linc growled.
Nova felt the skin stinging collision of Linc’s hand to her right ass cheek. She let out a yelp and looked back. Her face was on fire.
Did he just… spank… me…? Nova asked herself.
She heard the sound of the zipper on Linc’s jeans. A second later his cock pressed between her legs. Nova panted and groaned. She arched her lower back, giving herself to him.
Linc pulled at her hips and thrust forward, burying his cock deep into her. Nova let out a loud cry. Pressure, pleasure, instant stress relief, yet the unnerving waves of adrenaline pumped throughout her body.
Linc fucked her. Hard. Fast. Nova felt like she was being used. Punished. But it felt so fucking good. Being taken by Linc from behind like this. Feeling him slam forward. Feeling his strong grip on her hips, pulling her back. Not an inch of her depth went untouched and unexplored by Linc’s cock. She found herself at the pinnacle of her pleasure, ready to explode.
Linc pulled himself out of her at that moment.
“Fuck!” Nova yelled.
She thought that was her punishment. Getting her this far and stopping.
Nope.
Linc dropped down. His hands pulled at her thighs. She felt Linc’s wild tongue thrust into her pussy.
Eating me from behind!
Nova caught herself jumping and rocking back, wanting more from Linc. His tongue slipped its way to her clit and he began to fuck her throbbing nub. Nova grabbed for the sheets on the bed and squeezed tight as she started to come. Feeling Linc’s tongue slapping back there, back between her legs, savoring all her warm gushes.
Linc pulled at Nova’s right leg, wanting her jeans and panties completely down and off. One leg set free and that was all Linc needed. He flipped Nova over to her back and was right on top of her.
“Fuck, Linc,” Nova purred. “If this is my punishment then I’m going to be bad all the time.”
Linc grabbed Nova’s mouth. Firm. But not hard. He lowered his mouth and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He then thrust his cock into her pussy. Slow, steady, deep. Every inch of him buried in her tender, plump cunt.
All Linc wanted to do was be mad and hate fuck Nova…
… but somehow he could only manage to care about her and feel love for her.
Linc passed the joint to Muffin and thanked him for the smoke.
“Always baking with me, brother,” Muffin said with a wink.
Linc went back inside the clubhouse to find Slade looking for him.
“Prayer,” Slade said. “Now. Right fucking now. Cyrus is losing his mind looking for you.”
“What’s this about?” Linc asked.
“No clue, brother. Everyone is at the table. Waiting for you.”
Linc and Slade hurried into prayer. It was far from a full table. Linc’s eyes went right to one particular seat that would have been empty no matter what.
Nico’s.
“Nice of you to join us, VP ,” Cyrus said.
Linc sat down. He quickly noted the look on Priest’s face. Something was definitely wrong.
“What is it?” Linc asked.
“Today,” Cyrus said.
“Look, I know you all cheered Nova on. But I took care of it behind closed doors. She can’t do that kind of stuff.”
“Her stupid heroics kept us out of jail today, Linc,” Cyrus said.
“I think someone needs to talk to Chief Dick and ask what the fuck was going on too,” Slade said. “Before things get out of hand.”
“Things are out of hand!” Cyrus roared.
“Slade is right about Chief Dick. It doesn’t make sense,” Linc said, shaking his head.
“Ask yourself how and why,” Priest said.
Linc looked right at Slade. Truthfully Linc hadn’t had a second to himself to process the day. He leaned back and touched his chin.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
“Making sense?” Slade asked.
“Just say it, Prez ,” Linc said. “Say it.”
Cyrus leaned forward and touched the table. It was the worst case scenario for any motorcycle club. The kind of thing that tore a club apart. Stuff said that could never be taken back.
Linc waited patiently. Priest snarled. Slade looked down at the table, shaking his head.
“Nobody knew about today except us,” Cyrus said. “We had prayer. That was it. Yeah, some of the guys out there knew we were on a ride. Something was going down. But details? Exact time and location?”
“ Prez ,” Linc said.
Cyrus nodded. He then stood up and grabbed his chair and flung it across the table. It skidded and slid and took out Custer’s chair. Cyrus touched the table again and curled his lip. He didn’t look at anyone when he spoke the club’s now biggest problem.
“We have a fucking rat in this clubhouse.”