Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Touch, Touch, Bang, Bang
N elle found herself still shaking even after getting dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror and her face screamed post orgasm glow . It was more than that though. Her body ached.
Never before had she had a man use his fingers that way. That fierce. That aggressive. Hitting her G-spot with such force and perfection. Her ass and legs hurt from clenching as she came. She never came that hard, ever. She never… released like that either … That whole myth-versus-reality thing and now Nelle knew it was totally true.
Not to mention she could feel Slade’s cum stuck to her back. Yeah, he used a towel to wipe off what he could, but everyone knew that stuff clung. She needed a hot shower to properly wash away the evidence. There was no time for that. Slade wanted to have a heart to heart talk . The whole price of admission thing…
Nelle stepped out of the bathroom, able to summon something that resembled confidence. It was just her version of self-preservation, that’s all. All she knew. How she survived for as long as she did.
Look how well it turned out for Thalia and Calista, right?
When Nelle saw Slade standing with his arms folded, a bottle of whiskey dangling between two fingers, she shivered and blushed.
Slade’s mouth… and tongue… She had already come so wonderfully hard and yet she wanted more. She wanted his cock inside her.
“No need to drink if you’re going to throw up again,” Slade said. “First thing you’re going to do is tell me exactly why you’re here. You were running that pretty mouth of yours while I ate your cunt.”
Nelle nodded. That much was true. She had never experienced a man going down on her so good that it acted like some kind of truth serum.
“My sisters are dead, Slade,” Nelle whispered. “I’m sorry it happened in this town. I didn’t know about the motorcycle club. I mean that. I never meant to pull you all into this.”
“The thing is… it’s too late for that. My VP could have been killed. Bullets flying at him and his girl.”
“Nova,” Nelle said. “I met her.”
“When did you meet Nova?”
“At the bar. I had coffee and then I left.”
“You escaped. You slippery thing. Beautiful and tortured and all that. Driving me fucking insane, sweetheart.”
Nelle wasn’t going to lie to herself or the situation. She and her sisters had been born and blessed with being naturally beautiful. Nelle knew that. But to hear it from Slade though. To see the look in his eyes.
“Who the fuck are you really?” Slade asked.
Nelle took a deep breath and walked toward Slade. She plucked the bottle of whiskey from his hand and took a small sip. No chugging. No vomiting.
“I’m not a bad person, Slade,” Nelle said. “But I’m far from innocent. I never asked for it. I never wanted it. My sisters and I were just born into it all. Forced to live a life we didn’t want. I was the oldest. We had no mother. She left right after…” Nelle felt her throat tighten. “Three girls and she left…”
Thalia and Calista were so tiny. So little. Not old enough to really know a thing about family. But I knew. I fucking knew! My mother sat me down and told me she was leaving. She told me she couldn’t take us with her!
Slade ripped the whiskey bottle from Nelle’s hand and placed it behind him.
He touched her face. “I’m not looking for a tear-filled interview here, sweetheart. I just need to know what I’m up against.”
“I shouldn’t be here then,” Nelle said. “I shouldn’t have come back. I just…”
“Fuck,” Slade growled. “You’re afraid, Nelle. You’re terrified. You’ve never had someone take care of you before or protect you.”
“Are you offering?” Nelle asked with a nervous laugh.
Slade’s hand inched to the back of her neck and he pulled her toward him.
“What if I am?” Slade whispered. “Huh? Think you’re ready to handle what that means? You think my tongue sliding in and out of your cunt is it? Or my hot cum sticking to your fine ass is it?”
Nelle shook her head. “Slade…”
“I’m not here to be your fucking friend,” Slade growled. “I’m not here to be your savior either.”
“But here we are. Are you going to toss me out there to be passed around? Is that what you want? You want Monte to stuff his cock into me?”
Slade grabbed at Nelle’s hair and pulled. He towered over her, curling his lip. Nelle could play games too. Dangerous games. She was good at it. She knew it.
Slade was quickly finding out. Hurting Nelle was not an option. At all. But to fuck her… hate fuck her… Strip her again and throw her down to the bed and get on top of her and just…
“Fuck,” Slade growled.
Nelle took a big chance and touched the even bigger bulge waiting between Slade’s legs. Through his jeans. Even after spilling all that cum on her back, he was thick and stiff once more.
“Is that it, sweetheart? You want me to fuck the truth out of you? Huh?”
Nelle’s teeth chattered. She wanted Slade to fuck everything out of her. The truth. Her pain. Grief. Everything.
Just as Nelle started to nod, ready to give her entire self to Slade ( look, if he wanted to touch ‘back there’ and play, fine… and if he wanted to take his cock and fuck her ass… fine with that too ) a thud hit Slade’s door.
“Brother! Open up! Emergency!”
“Fuck,” Slade growled. He yelled, “What kind of emergency?”
“Virus has been shot!”
Slade quickly tossed Nelle to his bed and darted for the bedroom door. He opened it to find Darrow standing there, covered in blood. Smears on his face. His leather cut bloody, white T-shirt under it soaked with blood. Hands…
“Where the fuck is he now?” Slade asked.
“Prayer!” Darrow yelled. “I carried him to the table. He’s bleeding everywhere!”
Slade pushed by Darrow and ran through the clubhouse. Maggie and the other deecees were scrambling, getting bottles of vodka and towels. The outlaws’ disinfectant right there for you.
Slade spotted Amos and Dolph standing near a pool table, shock on their faces. He tore open the doors to prayer and the scene looked like a fucking massacre. Virus on his back, missing one boot. His shirt ripped open. Blood everywhere. Priest looked over his shoulder as he held a hand down against Virus’s ribs.
“We need help!” Priest roared. “We need Dr. Hazel!”
“Call’s been made!” Linc yelled back.
“Just apply fucking pressure everywhere!” Monte added.
“How many times has he been fucking shot?” Slade asked.
Fitz pushed by him, holding a bottle of vodka and a white towel that would soon be permanently stained crimson.
“Three,” Fitz said. “Ribs, hand, and leg. The leg is the scary one. He can easily bleed out.”
“Who the fuck…”
“Want to conduct a full interview, Slade?” Cyrus growled as he rushed into the room. “Or do you want to fucking help?”
“I’ll help,” a voice said.
Every outlaw except Virus looked toward the open doors. When Slade saw Nelle standing there, he lost all train of thought for a moment.
“You can suck his dick when he wakes up,” Priest said.
“Maybe,” Nelle said.
That pissed Slade off…
“But I can help,” Nelle said. “I have experience with this. At least until a doctor gets here.”
Slade felt Cyrus looking at him, looking for some kind of approval. What the hell was Slade supposed to do? If Nelle had no purpose other than a warm cunt to fuck, she was no better than Maggie. Slade refused to think about Nelle being passed around from outlaw to outlaw like a bottle of whiskey…
He walked toward Nelle and stared down at her.
You fucking foolish woman, he thought. You went from the lion’s den into the lion’s mouth!
“She’ll help,” Slade called out.
Virus let out a painful groan.
Nelle touched Slade’s chest. “I promise… I can help…”
Slade didn’t respond.
Sweetheart, you better prove your worth or else you’re going to end up like your other two sisters…