Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Things We Cannot Say Right Now
S lade kept to his word, leaving a fresh load of warm cum on the tattoo he put on Nelle’s ass. She had started to come when he felt his urge to come. It was damn torture pulling his cock out of her. Her throbbing cunt nothing but temptation.
As he finished, he tucked his cock away into his jeans, then told Nelle to go take a shower and clean herself up. He told her where to find some bandages and whatnot to cover her new tattoo up. Last thing she wanted was to get an infection on her ass cheek. Unless it was a woman doctor like Dr. Jess touching Nelle’s ass cheek, Slade would kill whoever it was looking and touching. Even in a medical setting.
Slade watched Nelle walk to the bathroom, naked from the waist down. His cum slowly beginning a clingy descent down her ass cheek, following the curve to the back of her leg.
His hands balled up into fists and he gritted his teeth. A voice in his head said, Don’t do it, Slade. Just don’t fucking do it.
Too late as Slade already began to walk toward Nelle. He grabbed her left arm and spun her around. She sucked in breath and her eyes went wide. He touched her face with his left hand. And he kissed her.
A deep, hard kiss. Not long, but just enough to remind her of who she was.
She. Was. His.
Slade then nudged Nelle into the bathroom, he turned and hurried the hell out of his bedroom. He knew that kiss was probably a big mistake.
But, damn, did Nelle have some kissable lips…
Maggie touched Slade on the right shoulder. “Congrats. She’s really amazing.”
Slade looked up and into Maggie’s sweet, sad eyes. There had never once been even an inkling of a promise that Slade would take Maggie and ink her. She was a fun fuck and nothing more. Great at giving blow jobs. Loved her nipples bitten. And had a great cunt. That was it.
“Thanks,” Slade said. “Didn’t know you two were best friends.”
“Not even close, but I saw the way she acted with Nova and with Mara. She’s tough. And smart. And she cares.”
Maggie walked back behind the bar. Cyrus sat to Slade’s left.
“No time to slow down, Prez ,” Slade said. “A lot of moving pieces here around us.”
“Nah, not that much,” Cyrus said. “Let’s see, what do we have today? SS13 still trying push yellow bunny into town. We’ve got an enforcer who was shot a couple times patched up in the back. Two dead women, shot to death, and the locals turning on us, thinking it’s our issue. Oh, and then there’s the rat. Someone at our fucking table trying to take us down. Not much, huh?”
“Yeah, well, there’s still the mystery behind Nelle,” Slade said.
“What’s your plan, brother? I’m surprised you inked her ass.”
“Had to,” Slade said. “Have to keep her close and keep her comfortable. She can’t run now. She can’t hide. She knows her place.”
“Fuck that,” Cyrus said. “Do you think I’m blind? I see the way your eyes light up and the way that bulge in your jeans tightens.”
“Kind of like when Dr. Jess is around with you, huh?”
Cyrus’s lip curled. “Run your mouth like that again and you won’t be eating pussy for weeks.”
Cyrus pushed away from the bar and walked off. Slade knew he was one of the few who could call Cyrus out, get under his skin a little and not end up with a bullet between the eyes. Plus, the last thing Slade needed on his plate right now were thoughts about feelings. Fucking feelings led to problems.
End of the day, Nelle wore his ink. She was protected. She was safe. And Slade had a warm cunt to play with whenever he wanted.
He downed what was left of his beer and nodded at Maggie for another. He swore for a second that he saw Maggie wiping a tear away from her eye.
See? he thought to himself. Feelings lead to problems…
Maggie brought another beer and didn’t even bother looking at Slade. He downed that beer quicker than the first, almost wondering if he did so on purpose so he could get Maggie closer to him to talk to her.
Bee with the C cups brought Slade the next beer, which told him all he needed to know. The clubhouse door then flew open and in walked Linc, raging with anger. Nova trailing behind him, unsure what to do.
Linc grabbed a pool stick and smashed it off the pool table, breaking it into pieces. Next was the pool table itself. He lifted it up and tossed it against the wall.
Priest grabbed for Linc’s shoulder. Priest was cleaned up of all the blood, but not for long when Linc turned and popped Priest in the nose with a hard fist.
“Linc!” Nova cried out. “Stop this!”
After wiping blood from under his nose Priest looked ready to kill. Cyrus came from prayer, looked around, and told Priest to get a drink and ordered Linc into prayer.
Doors slammed, glass shattered, all of which to Slade was just a normal night in the clubhouse. His mind rushed right back to Nelle. He wondered just how fucking stupid of a man he could be. Leaving her alone in the bedroom. Leaving her to herself to shower. Alone. The water hitting her body. To hell with the notion that this cum would have to be washed off her freshly tattooed ass cheek.
See? Stupid decisions and feelings all mix together…
Slade caught his mind and stopped it right there. He did not have feelings for Nelle. Nor would he ever. There was a…
Slade glanced back and saw Nova still standing in the middle of the clubhouse floor, looking rattled.
“Hey, Nova, come over here,” Slade said.
When Nova realized it was Slade who had said her name, she felt relief. Not much though. There was never a true sense of relief in the outlaw world. Just pockets of being drunk, horny, and maybe the occasional smile.
Slade ordered Nova a drink and she sat down.
“He wants to fight everyone,” Nova said.
“We all get like that.”
“What can you tell me about Javen?”
The name made Slade freeze. Chills touched his spine. He swallowed hard. All of which he didn’t mean to do in such an obvious way in front of Nova.
“So it’s that important…” she whispered.
“You know there are certain things I cannot and will not talk about.”
“You want to know why your VP wants to kill everyone right now?”
“Why’s that?” Slade asked.
“Something happened with Javen.”
Slade grabbed for Nova’s right hand. He squeezed. He didn’t mean to do that. Any of it.
“Is he hurt?” Slade growled.
“See? You know him. Fuck this place. Fuck you all for your secrets.”
Nova pulled her hand away.
“It’s not my place,” Slade said. “Give Linc a chance with it.”
Nova nodded. “Okay. He means a lot to Linc. And to you. So I’m assuming he’s part of the club somehow. And he’s in prison. Well, what happened today? I guess Linc had been dealing with a lawyer on Javen’s behalf and things went bad. I don’t know if there was a chance at a hearing or parole or something? I don’t know what any of this is. But Linc got a phone call from the lawyer and it wasn’t good. So he lost his mind.”
“Fuck,” Slade said.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“That’s all I can say,” Slade said as he stood up. He towered over Nova. “You need to be there for your man. No matter what. You’ll know when he wants you to know.”
“Sometimes I really hate this fucking place, Slade,” Nova said.
Slade nodded. “Sometimes I really hate this fucking place too.”
Slade found Nelle freshly showered, looking more beautiful than ever. The urge to walk up to her, grab her and kiss her…
“How’s your ass?” Slade asked.
“You tell me,” Nelle whispered in a flirty voice.
She turned and pushed her pants down, showing off her bandaged ass cheek.
“Looks good from here,” Slade said.
“The ink is for protection and comes with a promise of that,” Slade said. “As far as everything else, cards are on the table, sweetheart. There’s a lot you haven’t said yet.”
Nelle nodded. “I know, Slade. People look at me and just assume things. I’ve been told I’m beautiful my entire life. My sisters too. And that means what? That life is easy? That life is fair? That there are no worries? I’m sure you can paint some of the picture yourself here, Slade. You’ve seen the way I am. How I react.”
“I don’t need a guessing game right now, Nelle,” he growled.
Nelle sucked in a breath and her cheeks turned red. She wasn’t sure how many times she heard Slade say her name but it had a good sound to it…
Her inner thighs trembled. Slade could see this happening from a mile away. It made no sense to him. Someone this beautiful and this intense… like she hadn’t been touched ever.
He stood to reap the benefits of that though. Even if a voice in his head told him not to just keep fucking her. That was damn impossible. Slade touched her hips.
“Maybe I should just fuck it out of you, sweetheart,” Slade growled. “Fuck you until you can’t stop talking.”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Slade. That’s why I’m here, right?”
Slade’s cock pulsed. He lowered his mouth down toward Nelle’s. Just as his lips brushed against hers, his mind racing with all the ideas and plans he had for her wet, hot cunt, a loud thud slammed against his door.
“Slade!” Darrow’s voice bellowed. “Visitors! Hot! Fucking level thirty. Code ninety-nine. Fucking war!”
Slade swung his right hand as gently as he could, throwing Nelle toward the bed.
“Stay here,” he yelled, then turned and ran toward the door.
Someone was at the clubhouse… looking to start a war.