Incandescent

“Oh,” I say, feeling disappointed that he keeps having to run off.

“Hold that thought. Give me an hour and I’ll be back. I’ll eat you for breakfast and then I’ll feed you,” he promises, leaning back down and kissing me deeply. I sag against him, my body molding to his. Drawing back, he brings his arms around me, his embrace strong, his scent making me weak. His hands roam further down, the roughness of them grazing my bare skin. “Fuck, Kadence, you’re not wearin’ any underwear?” I shake my head and watch as a pained expression fills his eyes. “Make sure you wear panties if you leave this room.” His eyes tell me he’s not joking, but of course, I like to tease.

“Oh, really, Nix? I thought it would be a good idea to walk out wearing your shirt as a dress, you know, let all the boys get a glimpse of what I have.” His hand comes to my hair, tugging it in a sharp movement. I don’t know what feelings course through me more, the stinging pain coming from my head as it comes back at his pull or my throbbing pussy at the total act of dominance.

“Swear to fuckin’ God, woman. Do. Not. Push. Me.” His mouth attacks mine, his tongue showing me more than words can say. I guess teasing him like that would be a bad idea.

I lift my leg and hike it up over his thigh, drawing him closer into me. His hands cups my ass, lifting me up he walks me back, my shoulders reaching the coolness of the wall. My body is suspended between him and the wall. Keeping me steady, he moves his hips, his arousal finding the spot.

Matching his rhythm, I let myself build. A whimper escapes as he moves his mouth down the side of my face continuing down my cheek, slowly descending toward my neck. He nibbles and sucks at the softness of my skin right near my collarbone. My head in a haze, the closeness of his body, and him trapping me to the wall, leaves me panting for more. I reach down, working the buckle and button as fast as I can. My soft fingers dive in and wrap around his rapidly growing erection.

“Kadence,” he warns, my name coming out as a sigh.

His cock jumps at the pressure as I squeeze him in my hand, telling me he wants me just as much as I want him. His lips work their way back up to my mouth, while I pump my hand up and down his cock.

“Fuck, woman, don’t think I don’t know what your game is. If your hand didn’t feel so fuckin’ good squeezin’ me tight, I’d take you over my knee for the shit you keep pullin’.” He makes a sound, which comes from the back of his throat, before his mouth comes down hard on mine. I open, allowing entry as his tongue comes out stroking me to ecstasy. My movements become harder, faster, rocking in unconscious time against him. He pulls back, eyes full of desire, breathing ragged.

“Fuck it,” he laments giving into the pleasure. He carries me back over to the bed. Throwing me down, I bounce on landing. My hands go to my shirt, ripping it over my head. I have no shame. How I can go from hiding away embarrassed to ripping my clothes off in two nights? I have no idea. It’s like the need is taking over.

His body covers mine; the heat instantly has me craving more. My hands grip the sheets as his hot wet tongue circles my nipple and his fingers work the place I’m most desperate. With his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling at my sensitive clit, my head falls to the side as I feel the waves begin to build with each roll of my hips. His calloused fingers are rough against my bare core. Moaning his name, I reach down and grab hold of his hard length, keen to have him inside of me again. He moves his hand, taking it up to my lonely nipple while his mouth works the other.

Bringing his knee up between my legs, he pushes in, his upper thigh right where my burn is. “Rub yourself up against me,” he commands, as the momentum of rolling myself up against his thick thigh takes over. I’ve never dry humped anyone before, but the wild waves of pleasure hitting me right now is enough to make we want to savor the intensity of it.

“Eyes, Kadence,” he warns, moving his mouth onto my left breast. He looks up at me as I look down, our gazes locked. Goose bumps break out over my skin as his teeth latch onto my nipple, rolling the erect bud over the sharpness before biting down hard. The orgasm hits fast, starting from my toes and ripples through me. My grip tightens around him; grinding my hips against him as a tidal wave of enormous power sends me over in a final shattering release.

“Fuck,” he hisses before releasing himself into my hand, the warmth of his cum coating my fingers as I squeeze him dry. His approval, a harsh cry of raw masculine satisfaction, tells me his release was just as intense as mine.

“You’re go

I don’t know about horny teenagers, but the chemistry is intense for grown adults. Even masturbation between us is as hot as the real deal.

“You’ve made a mess,” I laugh, looking down at his pants, my hands covered in him.

“Let me clean up. I'm go

I lie naked, the orgasm aftermath still floating through my body. My limbs are heavy and relaxed, but the need to have him is nowhere near filled. Knowing that’s all I’m going to get, with Nix needing to sort out club business, I follow him into the bathroom.

After we both clean up, Nix makes me promise that I’ll wear my panties out in the club. I roll my eyes at his command but agree I’ll be on my best behavior. Kissing me senseless, he leaves me alone with a vow to be back and ready to take me again.

Flopping down on the bed, I let out a frustrated sigh at my now boring morning. I’m not keen on leaving the room without Nix, so I guess I could go back to sleep. My phone beeps next to me as I settle back in under the covers. I reach over and grab it from the bedside table checking the screen.

Unknown: Kadence, we need to talk. Urgently. You’re in danger. Call me. Zane

Zane. I freaking knew I saw him last night. What a freaking asshole, dipshit motherfucker. I should have gone looking for him and given the man a piece of my mind. Still in bed, I stare at my phone, emotions raging through me. I can’t understand why after three years, he finally contacts me. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. The urge to see him again and wanting to punch him in the junk is tearing me apart. I don’t know what to say, how to answer. I don’t have a chance to respond as another text comes through.

Unknown: If you don’t want what happened to our house to happen to Holly, you will meet me.

What the hell? Was that a threat? He is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. I can’t believe I was going to marry him. Rage now replaces any notion that he finally came back for me.

Kadence: What do you want, asshole?

I text back, already regretting it. Engaging with him will only spell trouble.

Unknown: Meet me down by our old house. At the park on Old Bay Road.

I contemplate not going, telling him to go to hell. I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to get out of the clubhouse, but the idea of Holly’s place ending in the same fate as mine makes me have second thoughts.

Shit.

Kadence: What time?

Unknown: One hour.

While texting Holly there’s a change of plan and I need her to meet me at the front of the Knights Rebels compound, I race around the room searching for my panties, skirt and shoes. My phone beeps again. I pick it up quickly to see if Holly can pull off my request.

Holly: On my way.

She’s so good to me. Ru