Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (6 page)

Pulling my mind out of my brief memory lapse, I make my way back to bed. I don’t know why hearing my full name triggers memories, maybe it’s because my dad always used it—he made it filthy. Up until I was thirteen, I was Aidan Nixon. Now, I’m just Ade Nixon. Stepping into the shower, I let the water run down my head.

Fuck!
Kalie is fucking out-of-this world-beautiful. I’ve never seen a woman with such raw, natural beauty. She doesn’t even realize how bloody outstanding she is. I lean my head against the glass door, rubbing my hands through my hair, and before I know it, I’m stroking myself at the thought of her eyes looking up to me. I squeeze around my dick, thinking about those sweet, plump lips wrapped tightly around my cock. Her head bobbing up and down, and then just as I blow my load all over the glass, I think of those fucking eyes looking right up at me.

Those fucking eyes, they had me in a second.

“Fuck,” I groan, turning the shower off.

What the fuck was that about?
I haven’t jacked off since I was thirteen.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walk out to my room and get changed. After throwing on my clothes, I gather my shit, ready to make my way back to Westbeach. I need to put myself under as many bitches as I can to get over this weekend. Kalie is going to haunt me forever—good fucking thing I’ll never have to see her again.

I wake up to Carter’s annoying fucking alarm going nuts in his room.

“Carter!”
I scream from my bed, trying to put my pillow over my head. I just want to go back to sleep and dream about Ade again. Spewing profanities, I get up out of bed and storm into Carter’s room.

“Carter! Your fucking alarm is killing me!”
I yell, walking to it and smashing it on the ground.

I look to the bed and see he’s yet again, not alone.

Rolling my eyes. “Carter, I’m serious about the
falling off
thing. However, if it doesn’t fall off, I might just cut it off. Sort your fucking alarm out. I don’t shake my ass in front of MTV cameras all night to have to wake up to your psycho ass alarm.” Storming off back to my room, and on my way there, I walk past the bathroom mirror and see my crazy hair all over the place. I groan just as I hear Carter laughing loudly.

“Shut up, Carter. You have no idea what the struggle is like with thick hair.”

He laughs again before yelling, “Sorry, baby G, the only thick thing I’m experienced in, is the cock.”

I slam my door, hard. I love Carter so much it hurts. But right now, I could slice his eyeballs open with a skillet knife.

What can I say, I love my sleep
.

I slide back into bed, closing my eyes ready to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted. But after tossing and turning and trying to go back to sleep, I realize can’t.

“Fuck my life,” I moan getting back up out of bed in a little bit of a better mood.

I know I need to call Vicky, see what’s going on with the wedding. I’ve seen Pipper a few times, but they were all times that she had come to The Hills, I haven’t been to Westbeach in years.

“Fuck,” I put my head into my hands.

I should have known that this was bound to happen. I was hoping I would at least have a boyfriend by now.

Can you hire wedding dates?

If not, I’m going to start a company.

You could make a small fortune out of that.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I say to
Gretchen
.

Gretchen
is walking pussy. She means less than shit to me, but sometimes she gets her wires crossed.

“Ade, don’t be mean,” she pouts while placing her arm back across my chest. I scrunch up my face in disgust. I hate pouty, whining bitches.

I remove her arm and discard it over her side. “Get out, you know how this goes.”

“I’ve been doing this same song and dance with you for years, Ade.” She rolls her eyes and gets out of the bed. “One of these days, baby, you’ll see that I’m right for you. For this life,” she responds, pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail before she shimmies her skinny ass back into her tight leather mini skirt.

I laugh, getting up and throwing on my jeans. “I will
never
make a whore my old lady. Get that through your over-peroxided head.” I look at her with a glare. “Get out!”

She storms off, not even bothering to put the rest of her clothes on.

Making my way down to the bar, I need to find Zane. The last mission he had me on didn’t end well. I pull out a seat next to him at the table.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“Not good,” I reply, lighting up a cigarette.

“He pissed me off. So I cut off his dick and shoved it down his throat, and then
I
shot him.”

Zane looks over to me. “It was meant to be a clean kill, Ade. What happened to
clean kill
.”

I look at him, blowing out smoke. “That became irrelevant once I found out that he raped a fucking sixteen-year-old girl. Fuck that, he got that shit easy.”

Zane laughs, shaking his head. “Pull it in brother.”

I stub my smoke out and look up to Ashley, our barmaid. She’s been working for us for a few years now, no one has touched her, and we won’t. She’s too good a cook and bartender to let her go, but the girl has killer legs, though. She walks up to me in her tight little top and tight skirt. I bite down on my bottom lip and lean back on my seat, tilting my head to try and get a better look.

“Beer,” I say, slowly dragging my eyes up to meet hers, hooded with need.

She looks and smiles her broad smile at me. “Hey now, don’t be giving me those ‘come fuck me’ eyes, Ade Nixon. There’s only so much of that I can take before a girl breaks all the rules.” She winks and makes her way back to the bar. I’m still gazing at her with a smirk when Blake comes to sit at the table.

He laughs. “Bro, can you keep it in your pants for one whole week?”

I tip the bottle up to my lips. “I have no intention of doing that. Not all of us are whipped, so I don’t
need
to keep it in my pants,” I say while looking at both him and Zane.

They both laugh before Zane says, “Really? I seem to recall Alaina whipping you and I both, at the same time.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Touché. How is my girl?” I ask, smirking at him.

I love playing this game with him. It’s always been too easy to work him up where Alaina was concerned. He and I have both loved her from day one—which never happens for either of us—but he was
in
love with her. At first, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but that was before I recognized the bond she and I held. It was more of a brother and sister bond. One where the brother will occasionally eye fuck you every now and then. It then turned into one of my favorite things to do when I saw how worked up Zane would get.

He narrows his eyes, throwing me a disgusted look. “Back down, Ade.” I laugh, tipping my drink to my lips.

“She’s fine. Landon is keeping her on her toes, though.”

His face lights up, talking about Landon and Alaina. Landon is Zane and Alaina’s son and he’s one fucking cute little dude.
Because he looks like his mother
.

“I’ll come around and see her tonight,” I say taking another pull of my drink.

Blake shakes his head. “I wouldn’t. Vicky has her on all sorts of duties. She’s turned into a mad woman planning this wedding. I thought that was what bridesmaids were for,” he answers shaking his head. I see his face change, turning into a full Blake smirk.

“What Blake, spit it out,” I say looking directly at him.

He laughs a loud roar of a laugh, clutching his stomach. I look to Zane, who looks like he may just hit Blake if he ever laughs like that again.

“Brother, you are in for a treat.” He takes a long pull of his drink.

“Kalie is a bridesmaid.”

Well, that wiped the smile off my face.

Fuck
.

“Get this one!” Phoebe yells from the other side of the store.

I look over to it and scrunch up my face. “Phoebs, I don’t want to look like I’m one of his whores.”

Her face drops, along with the short skimpy dress she’s was holding her hand. I walk over to her and pat her shoulders. “I’m sorry, what I meant to say was that it’s a little short. I don’t want to flash my vag to a whole club of bikers.”

She laughs, putting the dress back on the rack. “No, you’re right. Maybe I should get it,” she answers, while admiring it on the rack.

I step in between her and the dress, shaking my head. “Nope, no way. Your brother is bad enough with you being around bikers…let alone, dressed in
that
around bikers.”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s literally the most annoying brother in history. He could even give Jacob a run for his money, and Jacob is fucking bad.”

I laugh while we are walking out of the one hundredth shop we have been in today.

“That’s true. Jacob loves his sister. He’s been a bit better since Blake, though,” I say, pulling my glasses down over my eyes.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m bringing Slade to the wedding.” She smiles, in awe of her boyfriend.

“Is this the first time Blake is going to meet him?” I ask, stopping in my steps.

She nods her head. “Yes, I’m a little worried about that.” She raises a single finger in innocence.

I laugh. “I’d be more than a
‘little worried
.’ At least, he’s not a biker. And, at least, he’s not Ryder Oakley.” I laugh, shaking my head.

Her face drops to a frown. “Yeah, I guess.”

Not many people know about Ryder and Phoebe’s hot affair they had a couple of years ago, it ended quite badly so it’s a good thing Blake doesn’t know about it. Ryder Oakley is the biggest rock God of our time. Not only can the man sing, but he can play any instrument that’s placed into his hands. He’s the complete package. All tall, tattooed, muscles, and with the most sultry eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s a big-time player, though, always with different women, and the paparazzi follow his every step.

“We’ll get some lunch, and then I need to hit the gym. I’m dragging it out for as long as I can before I need to be in Westbeach.”

She laughs. “Oh boy, this is going to be good. I’ve heard that he’s been a little bad with the ladies lately. I think you have nothing to worry about.”

She’s referring to Ade.

I pull the door to our favorite café open. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

I hope he doesn’t remember me. What’s the chances of him remembering me? He’s probably been with hundreds of girls since then.

Dropping my shopping bags on the table, I twist my hair up into a messy top bun while I make my way into my room to throw on some workout clothes. My job alone would give any woman enough workout time, but all the extra exercise I do is for the sole purpose of eating more. You know energy in vs. energy out and all that.

“Carter, you home?” I yell while I strip down to my bra and panties, replacing my black lace bra for my sports one.

“Damn girl, if I were straight I would be tap’n that ass,” he says, leaning against my doorframe.

I roll my eyes. “You and I both know that isn’t true. I’m so scared about tomorrow that I’m going to sweat all my problems out at the gym.”

He walks in to help me with pulling on my tight tank top. “Why are you going so early? Isn’t the wedding this weekend?” I pick up my yoga pants and jump around, trying to get them past my fat ass.

“Yes, but Vicky is having a meltdown and begged me to come down earlier to help with all the things she needs help with. Also, it’s the hen’s night on Friday and there’s no way I’m missing that.”

I bend over to pick up the mess from clothes I left on the floor and Carter smacks my ass before replying, “And…what if Beyoncé called and she needed you on her video?” His eyebrows are raised.