“Gotta say darlin’, seein’ you in my shirt, in my club, is a major turn on.” He tugs on his T-shirt and I smile up at him, glad he isn’t angry. Going up onto my toes, I reach around his neck pulling him down so I can kiss him softly.

“I missed you in bed,” I say, feeling bold. I can’t help it. He brings it out in me and makes me feel comfortable. I'm weak when it comes to him, and I’m done fighting it.

“Did you touch yourself?” he asks, pushing further into me. I shake my head no and reach down, rubbing my hand along his bulging crotch.

“Don’t be a tease, baby. I gotta go back,” he groans, resting his forehead to mine, clearly as frustrated as I am.

“You wanna come and look around, or you feel more comfortable in here?”

“I’m pretty beat.” I’m not sure if I want to leave his room wearing what I am. He nods, and then kisses my nose.

“Okay, I got shit to deal with. Take your panties off before climbing in my bed, and I’ll meet you there later when I’m done.”

His request floods me with want, and he catches my flush.

“She likes it when I boss her,” he mumbles more to himself than me. I smack his chest and he grabs my hand. He’s right. I love it, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Can’t wait to have my tongue in your sweet pussy,” he teases, and I feel my stomach tighten in response. “Been dreamin’ about it every night for the last ten nights.”

My stomach does a flip on that announcement; the throb I’ve been fighting since he walked into the ink shop now beats erratically. I want him, badly. Leaning in, his lips come to mine one more time. His tongue swipes along my bottom lip, teasing me with his taste.

“Be back,” he says, stepping away. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” I hold his gaze before nodding my agreement. Then he’s gone, leaving me alone in his personal space.

Making my way to his bed, I consider disobeying his request, before thinking better of it. Images of waking up to his head between my legs leave me feeling ready and wanting. Stepping out of my panties and pulling his top over my head, I climb under his sheets. His smell blankets me. Burrowing further under them, I breathe them in. Breathe him in. Closing my eyes, I force myself to sleep before my sexy biker comes back to wake me.

Chapter Fourteen

Nix

“Tell me how the fuck they got in?” I ask my Sergeant-at-Arms.

“They went in through the back door and worked smart,” Jesse answers, still filling me in on the fucked-up bullshit the Kings have got us into.

“And the ink shop?” I ask as I feel the start of a headache coming on.

“Just the front.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The fuckers not only hit us at the tattoo shop right after we left, they got into one of the bars downtown, injuring one of my workers in the process. It was a warning; we just don’t know why.

Knights Rebels territory is protected, and those fuckers are just begging to create a war.

“You get a hold of T?” I ask Beau, trying to calm myself down so I can think straight.

“I put a call out, but still waiting for him to get back to me. Word is there was a shipment that got held up; some assholes intercepted it, and he was cleaned out.”

“You think they’re thinkin’ we’re responsible?”

“Don’t know why they would,” he responds. “Those fuckers have been in our town, know the way we run things. We don’t want their drugs.” I nod ‘cause I know he’s right, but why the fuck would they make a move against us?

“We secure the shop?” I look over at Sy, his usual pissed-off self more volatile than normal. He nods his head; no spoken communication needed. We're used to it.

“Get some eyes on Z, just to be safe,” I tell Beau. It’s not my weekend, but if there’s a shit storm brewing, I want him safe.

“Yeah, prospect is heading there now. I’ll head over after here.” I nod, hoping like hell Addison doesn’t cause shit. Last thing I need is her being a bitch to my boys.

“Right well, you know what we gotta do, keep our eyes open, and until we hear from T, or Intel comes in, let’s play it safe,” I say, standing from my chair.

“So Kadence?” Beau drawls, ready to move on to more pressing matters. I give him a look, warning him not to go there. “Fuck, boss, you got it bad.” Jesse shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“Don’t even start,” I warn them, even though they all start laughing.

“Should have seen him earlier, so pussy whipped already.” Sy shakes his head like he’s disappointed.

“Fuck you, Sy. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little act earlier.”

“What act?” Beau questions.

“Just laid claim, nearly come out of his skin at me touching her,” he tells them, laughing.

“You were pushin’ it brother, and you know it.”

“Couldn’t help it. That woman has a mouth on her. That night at the bar was nothing compared to what I’ve seen." He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll say, I think Nix has found his match, boys,” Brooks smirks, rising from his chair.

Jesse sits, watching me quietly; I can see the concern in his eyes, the unspoken words on his face. I know he has some connection with Kadence but he has nothing to worry about. I know how I feel about her, and after tonight, she’ll know I’ve laid claim.

“We got a problem, Jesse?” I come right out and ask.

“She told you about the burns? Everything she had to go through?”

“None of your fuckin’ business.” My temper rises a little; I don’t want to get into it with him but I will if I have to.

The guys stay quiet, the playful teasing a few minutes ago now tense. I’m not about to discuss Kadence and something that is private to her in front of them, and I’m getting pissed Jesse even brought it up. It pisses me off more that I don’t know what happened.

“Jesse, I know you’re lookin’ out for her. I get that, but I’m claimin’ her as my woman. She’s mine, therefore my responsibility. You can play the big brother act. I'll give you that, but don’t mistake it for anythin’ more. What Kadence and I discuss will only be between us.” He holds my stare, but I don’t back down. I stand by my word; it’s none of his damn business, and the last time I checked, we didn’t grow pussies and start braiding each other's hair wanting to talk about this shit.

“Your woman?” He smirks like I don’t have a chance. “Good luck with that one,” he laughs. Asshole.

“Fuck off.” I ignore him and walk out, leaving them all laughing with each other. Fuckers know that I’m a goner.

My woman? Yeah, I’m calling it. The moment she walked into my club, wearing one of my shirts with the club’s insignia on it, I knew she was the one for me. Now, I’ve just got to convince her. God, help me.

Finding one of the boys to pick her up was a hard one, especially after the fucking text she sent. I swear my dick must hate me with how much that woman makes it hard.

I chose the man least likely to try to hit on her, or not give her shit at least. Happily married, I know if Brooks fucked around on Kelly, there’d be hell to pay. Walking down the hall, I wonder if Kadence obeyed my order about the panties. I’ve seen the way she responds to my dominating side. Her eyes hold the battle she has within herself, and I love watching it, waiting to see if she is going to fight me or submit to me. It’s going to be fun seeing how far I can push her.

Quietly opening my door, I look to the bed and see her asleep on her side. Her left leg bunched over the sheet exposing her dark and raised scar. She went to bed naked like a good girl.

Making quick work of my pants, I toe off my boots and take off my cut. Once naked, I quietly climb in behind her. She stirs briefly, and then settles back to sleep. Her sleeping body, naked in my bed, and her dark hair splayed out over my white pillow strengthens my need to taste her. Pulling the sheet down, I expose her sexy little tits. I’m not a tit man. It could go either way, but her small handfuls are just perfect. It's her nipples that do it for me. The pert buds always respond to my touch. Leaning down, I take one in my mouth.

“You’re back.” She stretches, waking from her sleep as I release her from my mouth. Leaving a kiss on her nipple, I pull back and run my hand down her body, cupping her between the legs.

“I see you’ve been a good girl.” She smiles and nods her head. “I knew you could do as you were told,” I say, leaning back down thirsty to have my tongue around the pale pink buds again.

“Did you sort everything out with Ink Me?” she asks as I slide my finger into her slick wet heat.

“Yeah, the boys are on it.” My eyes watch her mouth gasp at my touch. The pleasure I’m giving her is written all over her face.

“Why would anyone do that?” Her question comes out unsteady as I insert a second finger.

“Babe, I’ve got my fingers inside of you. I don’t wanna talk about club business while I’m finger fuckin’ my woman.”

Her legs close together, trapping my hand between her thighs, my fingers still inside of her.

“One, I was just asking, Nix. You don’t have to be an ass, and two, your woman? When did I become your woman?”

“Babe, you became my woman when you walked into my club wearing my clothes straight from my bed.” I try to pull my hand out, but her legs tighten.

“Well, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice,” she retorts. Loosening her grip, I sense an argument coming on, and as much as having my fingers in her when we are about to argue could be hot as fuck, I remove them and sit up.

“You could have told Brooks to fuck off. You have no problem telling me to. You could have even hightailed it out of there after I left, but you didn't. You walked into my club wearin’ my fuckin’ clothes,” I remind her, glad that she didn’t run and stayed just as I told her. She sits up, pulling the sheet with her.

“Why did you stay?’ I ask.

“Because you asked me to.”

“Exactly!”

“What are we doing, Nix? What is this, because I thought we were just having fun and now? Now I just don’t know. I don’t want to label anything, but if this is going to be more than fun, I’m going to need to know.”

I laugh at her interpretation of what’s happening between us. “This is more than just fun, Kadence.”

Chapter Fifteen

Kadence

‘This is more than just fun,' he says.

The concept fascinates me but at the same time frightens me.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, woman. Your attitude, your body, from the moment I had you on the back of my bike, I knew I was in trouble. You feel it too, Kadence. I know you do. Stop denyin’ it.” He leans over me, stripping the sheet off my body.

He’s right; I do feel it. I just didn’t realize he was feeling it that much. Sure, he’s persistent, but I thought it was more about how amazing our night was, rather than wanting another slice of the pie.

“I want to know everythin’ there is to know about you, Kadence,” he declares, crawling over and covering his naked body to mine. “I want you in my bed.” He kisses my lips softly. “On the back of my bike.” His lips move to my ear. “I want to bury myself inside of you and stay there for days.”

Every word he speaks settles in a little further, and I grasp at them, savoring them, memorizing them. Is it smart? I have no idea, but listening to him admit he wants more from me makes me defenseless, leaving me open to want more of him.

“Nix, we’ve only known each other for all of three weeks. We’ve spent a handful of times together. Don’t you think this is moving a little too fast?”

“Fuck no,” he disagrees. “Kadence, just relax. I’m not askin’ you to marry me, woman. I’m just tellin’ you to stop running and let me in.”

“You’re telling?” I ask.

“Yes and if you don’t start listenin’, I’ll tan your ass like I did earlier last week.”

His reminder brings back memories and I cover my face with my hands. “God, why did I let you do that?” I ask, embarrassed at the thought of it.

He pulls down my hands. “‘Cause you wanted me to. You know it. I know it.” He holds my gaze, his eyes searching mine.

“Fuck, babe, it was one of the sexiest things I’ve seen.” He informs me, smiling. “No more fightin’, okay?” he asks, and I make my decision to let go and stop holding back to see where this thing between us goes.

“Okay, but let’s take it slowly,” I respond. I’m still not sure if I’m ready for his world, or his authority and the way I react to it. If this ends, when it ends, it’ll probably ruin me.

He laughs at my slow comment. “Kadence, I don’t do slow.”

“Well, you will if you want me.” I hear the lie in my own ears.

He shakes his head and leans in, nose-to-nose, his erection lying against my stomach. “Baby, I already got you.”

I can’t deny it. He's right. So I do the next best thing: I roll my eyes and backhand his hard chest. “Don’t be smooth. It makes you sound lame,” I say, not really meaning it.

“Lame? Kadence, lame is not what you were callin’ me the other night while I had you bent over your desk”

“Don’t be rude,” I say as heat floods my cheeks. I think about how I loved every second of his large calloused hand coming down on my ass. I throb just thinking about the sting of the slap, followed by the soothing of his caress while he teased my pussy. Just thinking about it now makes me wet.