Incandescent (21 page)

“Gotta tell ya, babe, as much as I like seeing you barefoot in my kitchen, I’d much prefer to have your naked body layin’ next to me when I open my eyes for the day.”

“You’ve got to eat, Nix.”

“I was gonna eat you,” I confess, leaning in and brushing my lips against hers. She rolls her eyes and smacks my chest, a move she seems to have perfected, and it seems I’ve grown to like it, a lot.

“Don’t be vulgar,” she responds, and it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“How many times do I have to prove to you that you love my dirty mouth?” Leaning down I kiss the softness of her lips, I can’t seem to get enough of her mouth. “And you love my dirty mouth on that pretty pussy of yours,” I tell her and kiss her again, stopping her from arguing with me. “Come back to bed,” I plead. She melts into me, but the smell of burning bacon brings her back.

“Shit,” she shrieks, turning around, trying to save our breakfast. See, eating her would be much easier.

“What’s your plans for today?” I ask, walking over to the coffee pot, frustrated that I’m not getting her back to bed.

“I don’t know. At some stage I’m going to have to go home. I have to work tomorrow.” I’m happy she doesn’t fob me off, wanting to rush home. The last two months have been fucking amazing, but we’ve been going at a slow pace. I want more. I want her in my club, by my side. No more hiding. I understand we need to tread lightly with school, but my patience is wearing thin.

“We’re havin’ a club BBQ this afternoon, a family affair. I want you there,” I tell her, watching her closely for a freak-out. She looks up at me, not showing any tells to what she is thinking, so I continue. “Z’s gonna be there. It's my four days startin’ today. You okay with that?” I push, hoping she doesn't argue and we can just go about our day. We have a date in bed, my mouth buried in her pussy.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” she challenges, turning away to break an egg into the pan.

“Why not? You know what I want, Kadence. I’m not in the habit of fuckin’ around. If you’re with me, then you’re with me. I’m not sneaking around at night anymore. I want you in my club, around my people. I’m done hidin’ us from Z.” I lay it out it for her. I’m thirty-seven years old. Three years ago, no way would I be saying this, but Kadence is different, and I’m a man who knows what he wants, and by God, I want this woman. This perfectly scarred woman, who pushes my buttons and argues over every damn thing, I wouldn't want her any other way.

“You with me on this? I ask her again, watching her break a second egg.

“Can I bring Holly?” she asks, still avoiding my question.

“Jesus Christ, Kadence,” I growl, walking up to her, and turning her around to face me. “Tell me you’re with me on this.”

“Do you think this is moving too fast, Nix?”

“Fuck no! You know me, Kadence. I don’t mess around. I had you in my bed after one date. I like to move fast,” I claim. She knows this and, besides, two fucking months is not fast. She’s fucking lucky I’ve waited this long.

“And what happens when you’ve had your fill? Don’t you think Z will be confused?” She turns back around to remove the eggs off the heat, saving them from burning like the bacon. What the fuck? Is this what she thinks I’m doing, just getting my fill?

“Jesus, woman, don’t you get it? How can someone so beautiful and smart as you, be so clueless? Every time we’re together, I feel it more. Stop fightin’ it and start embracin’ it. You know this shit deep down and I know I’m never gettin’ my fill of you, ever.” I pull her to me, away from the stove, and then turn her and walk her back to the counter. “If you don’t tell me you’re with me, I'll take you right here and now until you agree.”

“You can’t just fuck me into submission, Nix.” My hands come to her waist turning her around to face the counter. I don’t even respond to her statement. I will fuck her into a yes.

“Keep your hands on the bench and don’t move them,” I demand, my voice taking on the deeper menacing tone she seems to like. Ripping her lace panties down her legs I watch as she nods her head, her legs slightly spreading, letting me know she wants this.

I move my hands under the hem of her shirt, sliding them higher to cup her breasts. Her nipples pebble under my fingers, her arousal my main mission.

“Tell me you like it when I fuck you into submission, Kadence,” I demand, squeezing her pert nipples hard between my thumb and finger. She nods in agreement, but I want words. Dragging my hand down her body, I run it along her raised scar and feel her tense under my touch. I ignore it, not giving her a chance to freak out. She’ll soon realize that when I tell her I find every inch of her beautiful, I mean it. I drag my finger along her wetness between her legs, asking the question again, “Gonna need words. Tell me you love it, Kadence.”

“I love it, Nix.” My name's delivered breathlessly, just how I like it. My dick jumps at the sound.

“Good girl, now you want my cock or my mouth?” My fingers find their way into her, pumping her slowly.

“Cock,” she pants as my fingers work her harder, pumping my frustration at every obstacle she puts up for me.

“You comin’ to the BBQ today, Kadence?” I ask her, using my free hand to pull my boxers down my legs. My erection springs free, throbbing and waiting to slide into her heat. Wrapping my fist around it, I give it a few tugs, relieving the tension building in me. She’s panting, meeting each of my finger thrusts.

“Yes! God, yes, Nix. Just fuck me.”

“Good girl.” I place my lips to her shoulder, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin. “Now you know what I told you about that pretty mouth and what the word fuck coming out of it does to me.” I remove my fingers, trailing them along her smooth skin back up to her nipples while lining up my neglected cock to the heat of her pussy. I’m so glad she agreed to let me take her bare. The feeling of her snugness is like no other.

“You ready?” I ask her, my hands shaking in anticipation. She pushes back, her tightness gripping my hard length.

“Fuckin’ impatient little thing, aren't you?”

“Quit fucking talking and fuck me, Nix,” she grumbles

Jesus, her dirty mouth is the biggest turn on.

“Oh, Kadence,” I grunt out with each hard thrust. “I’m gonna fuck your greedy pussy all right,” I say, bringing my hands to her hips, my fingers digging in, ready to show her just how hard I can fuck her.

***

P
ulling up to my old house that Addison and I once shared, I always get a sense of dread that I’m about to walk into one of her setups. Normally, it’s either her forgetting she’s still in her nightgown or asking me to fix something around the house, trying to get me to spend time with her. I have no clue why she pines over me when we haven’t been with each other in years. That ship sailed a long time ago.

Z races out, his backpack slung over his shoulder. Opening the back door, he throws his bag in and then slams it shut.

“Bye, sweetie,” Addison calls out from the front door. He ignores her, climbing up into the front seat.

“Hey, bud, how you doin?” I ask, looking over at him.

“Hey, Dad,” he smiles, looking like he’s excited to be coming with me today.

Pulling out, I notice Addison still standing there in her nightgown at one pm. “Your mom sleep in today?” I ask, pulling out of the driveway without acknowledging her.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking down at his iPod. After a few minutes of driving in silence, I decide I’m gonna come right out and tell him about Kadence.

“So, bud, I wanted to talk about something that’s important. You think you’re up for that?” I ask.

“Sure,” he says, looking up from the game he's playing

“Well, I guess there’s no other way to say it other than, I’ve been seein' someone,” I say, waiting for a response. I’m not sure what sort of response, but I’m expecting something.

“So you’re not getting back with Mom?” he asks a little too excitedly. Okay, not what I was expecting.

“No, bud, why would you think that?” I ask, wondering what shit Addison has fed him.

“Mom said you guys were getting back together.” He looks at me confused.

“Shit, Z, I’m sorry, bud, but we’re not,” I tell him truthfully. Fucking Addison is spinning her shit again.

“Good,” he states.

“Good? You okay with that?” It’s now my turn to look confused; the kid is confusing me now.

“Yeah, Dad, I’m okay with it.” A smile breaks out over his face.

“Okay, so if you're cool with that, I hope you’re cool with who it is then,” I say, testing the waters.

“Do I know her?”

“Yeah, bud, you do. Miss Turner and I have been seeing each other for a little while now,” I let him know, watching him closely.

“Cool.” His excited voice bounces off the windshield.

“You okay with that too?”

“Hell yeah, that’s wicked, Dad.” He smiles over at me.

Well shit, there you go.

“She’s coming to the BBQ today. I want you on your best behavior, okay, bud?” I ask, knowing he’ll be good; he always is when he’s at the clubhouse.

“What do I call her?” he asks, already thinking ahead.

“Let's just start off as Miss Turner, and we’ll let her lead us as to how we’re gonna handle it. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good, Dad,” he beams up at me. “Is she gonna be my new mom?” His enthusiasm is flowing out.

“Jesus, Z, calm down,” I laugh. “You already got a mom to start with, and Kadence and I are a long way off from that. Let's just see how it goes, yeah?”

“Okay, Dad,” he sulks. The fella is getting way ahead of himself. I hope he calms a little and doesn’t scare her off. It was hard enough getting Kadence to the clubhouse today. I’d hate to think what she’d do if she heard Z start talking about that.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“I really like Miss Turner. She's funny and pretty.” I smile over at him, agreeing with him. “And when you are ready, can she be my mom?” The question throws me a little, not the part about me being ready, ‘cause I can see myself getting there. It's the prickly feeling I’m getting that he wants a new mom.

Pulling up to the clubhouse, I file it away for when we have some one-on-one time. Something is not sitting right with me.

“Let’s just get through the BBQ today, and then we’ll talk. Okay, Z?”

“Okay, Dad.” He nods and opens his door excited for our afternoon. I’m prepared for this; ready for Kadence to be more a part of my life, a part of club life. I just hope today doesn’t push us back.

Kadence

W
e pull up to the compound just before four p.m. After Nix had his way with me on the kitchen counter, proving how hard he could fuck me, we had breakfast and then spent the rest of the morning in his bed. After he had fed me lunch, he brought me home in his big-ass truck. I missed the bike, but I knew he was on his way to pick up Z so I didn’t complain. Holly was home, but that didn’t stop him from kissing me senseless, before leaving me to go pick up Z and get ready for the club BBQ.

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. I’ve said all along, I’m not sure where this thing between us was going, but the turning point for me was the night I told him about my burns. I never considered that letting him in and revealing that part of me could bring us closer together, but it has. I feel like we are at a new phase in our relationship, but I also feel like I’m in way over my head. When it’s just Nix and me, I feel comfortable, happy and content, but taking it further, letting Z see this part of us, freaks me out. How do I act? What if he hates this?

“So is Sy going to be here?” Holly asks, pulling me out of thoughts of Z having a massive fit about us.

“I’m sure he will be, Holly,” I tell her as she slowly makes her way up the long gravel drive of the Knights Rebels compound. My head is already going through every scenario and I’m freaking the fuck out.

“Do you know what you are getting yourself into, Kadence?” Shutting off the engine to her beat-up Honda, she turns to look at me.

“I have got no idea, Hol, but there’s something there. Nix has made me realize how much in the past I’ve been living,” I tell her, turning to face her. “I don’t know where this is going, but I’m ready to move on. I'm ready for some goodness.”

She smiles, reaching for my hand. “I’m glad, babe. If anyone deserves it, it’s you. Now, let's go have us a hot biker BBQ,” she cheers, getting out of the car, her short skirt and tight tank sure to capture some of the guys’ attention. I opted for jeans and a tank.

Walking up to the front door, I notice a few more bikes in the compound. My hands sweat knowing we’re moving into new territory, and I’m not sure if my heart is ready for it. My head screams, telling me it’s a good thing, but my heart is second-guessing if introducing us to Z is the right thing to do.

“Come on, woman. Suck it up,” Holly says, noticing my reservations before dragging me through the door, apparently eager to see inside the clubhouse.

Leather and smoke assault my senses and I drag a breath in, my body remembering the scent as all Nix. I’m beginning to love this place. Music beats out of the surround speakers making the framed pictures hanging on the walls next to us shake slightly. Children, women, and their men fill the room, their voices fighting to be heard over the music. Holly takes me straight to the bar, ordering us two Coronas from Hunter.

“This place is great!” Holly marvels, taking a drink from her beer.

“Kadence,” Jesse calls from behind me. I spin on my stool to face him. He leans down and kisses my cheek. “Good to see you here, darlin',” he whispers to me, a slight grin on his lips. Jesse steps back and then looks over my shoulder. “I don’t think we’ve formally met,” he drawls. I turn back to Holly, watching Jesse bring her hand to his lips. Real smooth.

“Holly, this is Jesse. Jesse, this is my best friend, Holly,” I do the introduction without much enthusiasm.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He moves in close and I have to laugh. I think all these men have it bad for themselves, but Jesse takes the cake. The guy is the modern-day Casanova.

“Hi.” She barely gives him a glance, not affected by his blatant flirting. Holly’s disinterest doesn't deter Jesse. His play is only taken to the next level when he reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair from her face.