CHAPTER SEVEN
Nevada
I pull up in front of the potential storefront and park. Wizard is waiting for me inside. The thought of him sends butterflies dancing around in my belly. Things have changed so much between the two of us since the night at camp. Smoothing down my skirt, I take a deep breath. He makes me feel like a teenager with her high school crush. With one last check in the mirror, I exit the car and walk to the address he sent via text.
The sun feels amazing on my skin and I tilt my head to enjoy the rays. The life I’m living now is leaps and bounds from the old days. It’s full of sunshine, happiness, and purpose. Some days it felt like it’d been months since I saw the sun when I worked the nightshift. A light breeze blows my skirt around my knees. I catch a glimpse of myself in the display window and smile. I look downright respectable in a black pencil skirt and white button up blouse.
At my school, it’s all about dressing for success as they groom us to enter the world of gems. It’s been fun switching things ups. I can’t remember having a chance to experiment with clothing, make-up, or jewelry. High school was all about blending in and avoiding torment. Kids were cruel and people made assumptions based on your background. They thought bikers were a group of drunks who did nothing but have orgies in the clubhouse and stay bombed. Which automatically made club kids like me whores. Never mind all the fundraisers we have, or the money we give to those who need it in our community.
I walk up to the door.
Wizard is there with a sultry smile and enough heat in his eyes to melt my panties off. He opens the door and lets out a low wolf-whistle. “Looking good, rabbit. I like the outfit.”
Heat fills my cheeks. “I came straight from class. This is a great location.” I glance around the large store imagining cases. “I can already picture where the cases would go, and we’d have plenty of room to display the odds and ends most pawn shops offer.”
“I agree. I figure that space along the back of the wall, closest to the back room, could be used for the jewelry display. I want to make it separate from the day-to-day transactions. We can keep a man posted back here at all times.”
“That’s sound logical.”
“I’m good at problem solving. Enough business for right now. I haven’t seen you since this morning.” His voice is gentle and his eyes are soft as he snakes an arm around my waist.
I step into the shelter of his arms, tilting my head back to accept his kiss. He traces the seam of my lips and I open eagerly. Our tongues tangle. Streaks of excitement race through my body. Dampness gathers between my legs and my nipples peak. When I push my chest into him, seeking relief, he moans. The sound echoes through his chest, vibrating my body. My center pulses. We come up for air and he studies my face.
Little by little, he’s been opening up to me and I’ve seen a softer side of him. What was once a childhood crush has grown into something I haven’t completely figured out. I know he’s committed to our relationship, but he’s still cautious. Moments like this, when he watches me with those all-seeing eyes, I can all but see the wall he keeps up between us.
“What is it?” I ask breathlessly.
“You’re happier now, I can tell. I like you happy.”
Those four words melt me.
All of the care and concern he’s poured into me is nourishment to a starved soul. He’s the sun and I’m a flower soaking up the rays. I’ve never felt more important than this. Even now, he’s focused on me, intent on what I have to say. I sway toward him and he wraps an arm around my waist.
“You have a good day?” he asks.
“Yes, did you?” I tilt my head back and get lost in his eyes.
“It’s better now that you’re here.”
I glance down.
He chuckles. “Still so shy.”
The heat expands to my collarbone. “I’m not,” I protest.
“No, then what is it?”
I shrug my shoulders.
He places a finger under my chin and forces my gaze to meet his. “You don’t have to hide anymore, Nevada. I see you. I’ve always seen you.”
I lick my lips, suddenly in desperate need of moisture and courage. The words are stuck in my throat, yet I force them up. “And I’ve seen you,” I whisper, then hold my breath.
His eyes dilate. “And do you like what you see?”
I nod my head, unable to speak around the massive lump clogging my throat.
“You want to take this final step with me? Because once we start, there’s no going back. You won’t have any one on the side, and I won’t go back to the role of benevolent caretaker. I’ve been holding back, Nev. I’m done with that now. Phone calls be damned.”
“I don’t want you to,” I say breathlessly. The stop and start has me ready to spontaneously combust.
“What do you want? I need to hear you say it. ”
“You to be my man in every sense of the word.”
He grins. “Then, that’s what you’ll have.”
I watch as he moves closer until my visions blurs and I blink. His lips press against mine, soft and cautious. I sigh and let go of the worry. Wizard has done nothing but take care of me since I got my property patch. I trust him. My body molds to his as he moans and pulls me closer. The hard planes of his body wake a sensuality inside of me I’ve only just begun to explore. This is a man worthy of all I have to give. He traces my lips with the tip of his tongue and I part my lips. When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth my eyelids drift shut as we learn the taste of one another. He’s a smoked spice. Addictive, he incites fires and makes me burn from the inside out.
My panties grow damp and I moan as my core throbs. I’m not a prude, but the boys my age have always been clueless, awkward, and looking for conquests. None of them came close to making me feel like this with one simple kiss.
He tilts his head and delves deeper with his wickedly skilled tongue.
I was wrong, there’s nothing simple about what’s happening between us. A million sensations meld together. My brain is a hazy space, clouded with thoughts of Wizard. His beard is soft and tickles my skin. I giggle.
He pulls away and licks his lips. “Your flavor should be bottled and sold, Nev. But I’m not the type to share.”
“I know that, Wizard.”
His eyes darken. “I want to hear you say my given name.” His voice is husky and full of sin.
I know I’m in trouble, because I’m ready to climb aboard the sin wagon with him and take a ride. “Gage.”
He growls and my heart clatters against my ribcage.
“This is going to happen, Nevada. I wanted to take it at a pace you’re comfortable with. I’m a patient man, but I’m also selfish and tired of being interrupted. This is your last chance to back out.”
Behind the bravado, I can see a hint of fear. I’m humbled that I affect him so profoundly. I’ve seen him fell many men with one blow. The images of our limbs tangled as he drives deep inside of me steals my voice for a long moment, then I answer him, “I’m sure, Gage.”
“You’re sure of what?” He brushes the side of my face with his thumb. I smiled. Always wanting me to say it out loud.
“I want to belong to you…completely.” The words strike a chord within me. My whole life I’d done my best to be beholden to no one, and in a matter of months, this man had become essential enough to take me out of my comfort zone. He’d done more for me than anyone blood kin or otherwise. I want what we’ve built permanently. I need the look in his eyes to remain. His gaze bathes me in everything good in the world. Like I’m something worthy of being placed up on a pedestal. Cared for with a steadfast determination and a gentle hand. He’s had his ribs bruised, and his mouth bloodied for me and hadn’t batted an eyelash.
“Then you will.” He places a kiss on my forehead. “However, we need to work, and I need to stop before I take this further than it should go right now.”
I take a deep breath to calm the raging fires he’s started. You’d never know that a man who could be so quiet held so much intensity inside. I’m honored to witness this side of him. He walks away and I study the way the blue jeans hug his firm ass. A heat flash runs through me and I follow him across the length of the store.
***
“All right, let’s call it. We’ve done enough property viewing for the day. I think this is our place,” Wizard says.
“I won’t argue with that.” My mind goes through the mental list I keep running to stay on track.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“What I’m going to make for dinner.”
“I thought we’d skip home tonight and head to The Pit.”
My mouth forms an O. We’ve been low key about our recent developments. This will be like shouting at the top of our lungs we’re an item.
“You got a problem with that, Nev?” His eyes turn icy.
I shake my head. I don’t want to make him doubt me. I know how hard it is for a biker to open up. In some ways, I need to prove my loyalty to him. “None.”
“Good.”
“I’m not dressed for riding.”
“It’s okay, I like the way you look all dressed up.” He stalks toward me and cups my ass in his massive hand. “You have to get used to me in public, Nev. I don’t care who is watching or where we are. I’ve waited a long time to be committed to someone. I going to touch you when, where, and how I want and you like. Everyone else be damned.” He nips my ear.
The words and the feel of his hot mouth makes me shudder.
“I want to show you all you’ve missed out on. The world is your fucking oyster, babe. You run at the head of the pack now. All those other bitches can bow down at your feet. I’m yours, same as your mine. I know my rabbit has claws, ‘cause she’s a fighter.”
His words awaken something wild in me. The power he offers is intoxicating. We might live in a man’s world, but the Old Lady has her importance. She’s more than a pretty face and willing hole. She’s the backbone. The one who provides comfort and loyalty, along with advice to the new girls and hotheaded Prospects. They were my surrogate mothers. The women I grew up looking up to, and now I was one of them. Pride fills my chest. I’m happy with where I am. It’s a foreign feeling. I hold on to it with both hands.
I’ve never been one for nerves, but right now my heart is in my throat. Wizard cuts the engine and I take a deep breath. We’re headed into The Pit. The local bar and grill is the KOC go-to. I’ve been here a million times before, but never as his Old Lady. I climb off the back of the bike and he slings an arm around my shoulder, bringing me to rest against him. We enter the building and we’re greeted by rock music. The tables are teaming with members from our crew.
Heads turn, and all eyes are on us.
I spot my father at the bar and my anxiety spikes. We haven’t been in the same space since the claiming party. Wizard squeezes my hip. I take a deep breath, and make sure my face is schooled into an expression of disinterest. Weakness is something to be exploited. A lot of the women who are the club property daydream of catching a brother like Wizard. So, I have to be sure to let them know up front I’m in control and confident in my relationship. We don’t do dainty damsel in distress acts here.
I stand a little taller, then meet the eyes of the Sweet butts and club property giving me the stink-eye. The rules have changed. It’s time for everyone to know that.
My father glares.
Wizard turns us away and leads me to an empty table in the back. After ushering me into the booth he slides in beside me.
Stone walks over and knocks on the table with his fist. “How’s the store hunting coming along?”
“Right on track, P. I think we’ve found our place.”
“I can see a lot’s moving forward.” Stone smirks.
The knowing look in his eyes makes me blush. He’s been waiting on this.
Wizard wraps an arm around my waist and cups my breast.
I shiver. The fact that Stone is standing there should bother me, but instead it’s a turn on. There’s something about having someone watch Wizard give me pleasure that has my panties soaked and blood racing through my veins.
“I brought Nev here to show her off.”
The new nickname fills my belly with warmth. My nipples strain against my bra and he pinches one, causing me to whimper.
Stone chuckles. “I’ll let you enjoy yourselves.”
“Let me see those greens, baby.”
I glance up.
Wizard moans. “So full of need for me.”
Trixie approaches the table with an extra sway in her step. The buxom blonde is barely squeezed into her blue jean skirt and a tiny white T-shirt. “Hey, Wizard.” She angles her body, giving him the perfect view of her overflowing silicone purchases.
Anger surges inside of me and I want to scratch her eyes out. Disrespectful bitch.
“You blind as well as forgetful?” Wizard’s eyes ice over as he turns to glare at her. His lips curl back from his teeth. “Show my Old Lady the respect she deserves.”
“Before you piss me off,” I say. I can’t let him fight my battles. It’ll make everyone think I’m kept, because I can’t fend for myself. The very thought pisses me off.
“Oh, you think I should be worried about that?”
“I know you should,” I growl.
Wizard looks at me and back to Trixie.
“The only thing you’ve ever been good for is a quick fuck, suck, or service, or a more menial task. He’s got my mouth and my pussy now. So, the only thing you can do for him is get his drinks and food.” I’m pushing things with my proclamation, but I have a feeling Wizard won’t mind the claim laying. I turn my attention to Wizard. “Are you hungry, babe?”
“I could eat.”
“What would you like?” I ask.
“Cheese burger, fries, and a beer.”
“Did you hear that, Trixie? You can get him a cheeseburger, fries, and a beer. Matter of fact,” I lean forward over Wizard and hold up two fingers, “make it two.”
Her face is beet red and her muscles look tense.
I want her to come at me. It’d be grounds for dismissal. You don’t disrespect an Old Lady, let alone attack them.
“You heard her, Trixie,” Wizard says.
I give her a sweet smile.
She spins on her heel with a loud huff, and tosses her hair over her shoulders.
“Nice to know you got claws and a mouth on you.”
“I wouldn’t be Chaos if I didn’t.”
He shrugs. “I wondered. You’ve always been so quiet.”
“Because I know how to keep my nose out of business that isn’t mine. I know the rules and I abide by them. I’ve seen too many women get fucked up for not doing that.”
“Smart. That’s why you’re mine.” He grips a handful of my hair and pulls me to him.
I lose myself in the texture and taste I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of. The secret is out. We’re official and the law has been laid. I’ve never been this happy. I have a solid place in Chaos now. It’s the first time I feel like I fully belong anywhere.
***
Wizard
I’m numb as I stumble into the house. Shit went sideways with the gun trading. It happens. Especially when they send someone green to make the trade. Now, I have to wonder if it was a veiled insult, or an underhanded way to cause drama between us. I’d already been in a foul mood, because it was last minute and ruined what should’ve been my first night with Nevada. For whatever the reason, three bodies are being disposed of, two of my men are laid up, and blood splatters are on my jeans, vest, and I’m sure, my shoes. The guns were never bartered, and now our dealings with the Wreckers is tenuous. I’ll be in meetings up to my neck tomorrow. But at this time, I’m home to dispose of evidence and lick my wounds.
“Wizard?” Nevada walks out of the living room with a blanket around her shoulders.
I know she’s been waiting up for me on the couch. The small shit she does makes me smile. It changes a man, knowing he has someone waiting back at home for him to return.
“Bad night, Nev.”
Her eyes grow wide and she scans me. “What do you need?”
“Bag everything but my cut and boots. I’ll clean those off while you start the burn pit. I suddenly feel like S’mores.”
She nods her head.
Right now is business. Once we’re done, I want to lose myself in her. I strip down.
Her eyes are hungry as they take in my form.
“After we settle this, Nev, the only thing I want is you. We’ve been dancing around our attraction. That ends tonight.”
She swallows and her eyes widen.
“Are you scared of me?”
“No, I’m nervous.” Her voice is low and shaky. “I’ve never done this before. What if it’s not good?”
“Baby, I can promise you it’ll be good. That electricity that flows between us ain’t your everyday connection.” My dick is instantly hard. The thought of being the only one who’s ever been inside of her has had me territorial for weeks. This is my woman, my pussy, and I’ll be damned if anyone is ever going to get a piece. “Now come here and let me make you feel good.”
She looks up at me with dilated eyes.
“Tonight I intend to make you mine in every way. No more interruptions or overthinking.”
The visible tension eases from her body.
A lot of the guys make a big deal about of virgins. They don’t want to break them in and have them get attached, or take the time to teach them. I’ve always been a patient man. I’m looking forward to molding my girl’s pussy to fit only me. I’ve spent weeks finding out what pleases her while I teach her to please me. I snap myself out of my stupor, step away from the pile of clothes, grab my vest and boots, and then hurry to the bathroom. Nevada is ripe for the picking. I can barely look at my woman without wanting to take her up against a wall. I shut down the thoughts and focus on getting clean.
A half hour later, everything is clean from under my nails to the tips of my toes. The bathtub gets a bleach down. I clean off my vest and boots, then soak the washcloth in bleach. There’s a reason I always keep white towels and washcloths around my house. You learn a few things when you’ve been doing this as long as I have.
I emerge feeling squeaky clean and dress quickly in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I leave my cut hanging over the back of a chair to dry and rush downstairs. I don’t like loose ends.
Nevada stands from the couch. “I got the fire built with the bag on the bottom.”
“Good girl.” I’m impressed. “I’m going to take care of this, you go get yourself ready. When I come up to the bedroom, I want you waiting on my bed.”
She halts and those big greens look at me as her cheeks flame.
Grinning, I walk outside and start up the fire, watching the evidence go up in smoke. In the morning, I’ll dump the ashes into the river. No roads to lead back.
I mentally prep myself for what’s to come. She doesn’t need me coming on like a freight train. I want to make this good for her. The hardcore shit can come later. Unlike every other time, I’m playing for keeps. I want her so hooked on my cock, I’m the only thing she sees. Nevada is fast becoming an obsession and I do nothing in halves. The last time I tried to go the relationship route I was young, stupid, and barely patched. The bitch screwed me over, saving us both from a loveless union.
I focused on the club and fun after that. Now, I’m dating a girl young enough to be my daughter and I’ve never been surer about anything. When the plastic burns off and nothing but scraps remain, I douse the fire with the hose. My dick is straining against my pants and pre-come is all but dripping from my tip. All she has to do is look at me with those innocent eyes and I’m ready to go. I roll my shoulders, lock everything up, and slowly ascend the stairs, ready to unwrap my present.
She’s sitting on my bed in one of my old Chaos T-shirts.
I moan. “Nev, baby. You have no clue how good you look in my clothing.” I stalk over to the bed.
Her face is flushed along with her delicate collarbone.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and run my hand up along her smooth legs.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly. A whimper slips from between her full lips.
“Don’t be nervous, Nev. I’m going to take care of you. You believe me?”
She nods her head.
“I need to hear it.”
“I believe you, Gage.”
I lean in and nip at her bottom lip. “I could devour you and still hunger for more. You’re that fucking delicious.” I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck and we sink into the familiar tongue play. She’s sweet and soft. I run my hand up her leg, massaging her inner thigh. She clamps her legs tight and I smirk against her lips, pulling away.
“Open up for me, baby.” I kiss my way down her neck. She pushes her legs apart and I caress her panties. “So wet and hot. I can feel you through these pretty black panties.”
She whimpers and I press into her clit, making her wiggle her hips.
“You want some relief, baby?” I watch her, starving for her genuine responses.
There are no porn star moves, fake screaming, or stage performances. Just pure enjoyment and wonder at the way I make her feel. “Yes, please.”
I move my thumb in small circles. Her muscles loosen and she bucks her hips. “That’s it, baby. Focus on how good I can make you feel.”
Her breath is coming in pants. She grabs my forearms. Her eyes are filled with surprise and what I think is panic.
“Let it happen, baby.” She digs her fingernails into my flesh. I relish the pain because I know I’m making her feel.
“G-Gage.” Her body trembles.
“That’s right, baby, I’m right here with you.” I increase my speed.
Her back arches, and my name leaves her lips on a moan, “Gage.” Her body visibly convulses.
I gentle my touch, easing her back down. She’s beautiful in the throes of passion with her full lips parted, eyes half-lidded, and her face lined with pleasure. Her wetness covers my fingertips. My mouth waters. “I have to taste you, Nev.” I push her legs open and crawl between them.
She props herself up on her elbows and watches me with those bewitching eyes.
I slide her panties aside and lick a path up her slippery slit. Her flavor explodes on my taste buds. I can’t get enough of the honey between her legs. I thrust my stiff tongue into her tight sheath and explore her walls.
“Gage.” She grips a handful of my hair and burrows my face deeper, caressing her sensitive nub with my nose.
I eat her like she’s my last meal. I want to tell her to put her legs over my shoulders, but I’m too full of her pussy and I’m not willing to let go until I have her cream filling my mouth. She thrusts against me like a wild thing and I love every minute of it. She long left behind the controlled demeanor she’d adopted over the years. The walls between us have tumbled down until only one final barrier remains.
“Gage, I… I’m going to.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan against her and she lets go. I swallow her down and clean her with gentle swipes of my tongue.
She falls back, limp and sweaty.
I ease back and trail a line of kisses down the inside of her thighs. I sit up and lean back on my heels.
She looks up at me in a daze and blissed out.
Fuck yes. This is how I want to see her daily.
I lick my lips, savor her remnants, and brush the strands of her hair sticking to her face back behind her ear.
Her breathing evens.
“You back with me now, beautiful?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
The sensual sound does funny things to me. My cock twitches. “Do you know how good you taste?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Then let me show you.” I lean down, supporting my body weight with an arm on either side of her as I press our bodies together. She kisses me eagerly and I know the shyness has begun to melt away. I’m cradled in the curve of her body, between her open legs, and my dick wants to be coated with her wetness so badly it’s painful. We break for air and I nuzzle her neck. I pull back, grab the hem of the shirt, and slowly peel it up.
The pulse in her neck is going crazy.
Her legs are long, lean and the curve of her hips has me ready to drool. I ease the shirt over her slim waist and reveal the perky medium-sized tits I swear were made to fit in my palms. I always thought of myself as a breast man, but with this woman, it’s the entire package. “Lift your arms.” She immediately follows my directions and I fling the shirt behind me.
“Wait.”
I freeze.
“You’re still completely dressed.”
I grin. “Why don’t we fix that?” I’m out of my clothes and down to my boxers before she can change her mind. “Better?”
“Much.” Her eyes are full of curiosity and her hands are clutching the sheets.
“You can touch me, Nev.”
“Oh my God, we’re finally doing this.”
I chuckle. “Damn straight we are.”
Her hands tremble as she runs her hands up my chest. I can sense the shyness she first came to me with creeping back in.
I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “If I start hurting you I want to know immediately.”
“G—”
“No. I know you, rabbit. You pretend you’re okay when you’re not. You want me to stretch out that pretty pink pussy?”
“God, yes.”
“Then you’ll agree to my terms.”
Her lips purse and she gives me a glare. “Okay.”
“That’s my girl.” I run my fingers over the side off her neck, bite her bottom lip and tug. She moans. “What are you waiting for baby? Touch me.”
It’s like a spell has been broken. She scraps her nails over my chest, leaving goosebumps in her wake. The sly look that enters her eyes makes my dick jerk. The newly gained confidence is sexy as sin. She knows how to handle. My muscles flex in response and she pinches my nipples. Ripples of pleasure flow through my body. I return the favor.
The throaty moan that slips from her lips makes me growl. “You’re so fucking perfect.” I watch her come to life as we tease each other with pinches, pulls, and rough caresses.
Her hand trails down and pauses at the elastic waistband of my boxers, slips inside and grips my base. I groan.
“You always make me feel so damn good, baby.”
She pumps up and down, gripping me tight.
I can’t help but thrust my hips forward. “Shit yeah, like that.” I fuck her fist, imagining it’s her hot little pussy. “I could come just like this. See how hard you make me?” Her strokes get faster and her eyes began to smolder. I’m watching a girl become a woman. I clear my throat. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to finish in your hand and that’s not what I aim to do.”
I pull away and slip the soaked panties down her legs; they join the clothes littering my room. I remove my boxers and my cock stands at attention. Palming the base I kneel on to the bed. Propped up on her elbows she watches my every move.
“Can I come inside of you and make you mine officially, Nevada?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“You know I want to hear it, babe.”
“Yes.”
I slide between her wet folds. Her heated liquid coats me as I begin an easy pace, paying careful attention to her swollen clit. Her thighs quiver and I know it’s time. I nudge her entrance, and retreat over and over again. Her pussy flows like a river and her walls hug my tip like her very life depends on it. Sweat slicks my back and coats my skin. I’ve never been in a woman so fucking tight. I’m straining to hold back. Her moans are music to my ears and her loosening muscles are an answered prayer.
Our gazes meet. “Touch yourself, Nev. I want to see you.”
She eagerly responds, reaching between us. A cocoon of intimacy wraps around us. Her gasps and my moans blend together to create a song uniquely ours. Her body begins to shake and I push forward, piercing her maiden head. She cries out, and I know the pleasure is mixed with pain.
I hold still as she whimpers. “You okay?”
“Mmm hmm.” Her face is pinched and her lips are pursed.
I nuzzle my nose with hers and capture her lips, devouring her to pull her mind away from the pain.
She deepens the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck, sinking her fingers into my hair.
I slowly begin to move. “You feel so good, rabbit.”
“Y-you too.” She offers up a small smile.
I know now that she’s going to take what’s left of my heart. There’s no rush as we climb. I have something worth taking my time over. With every push into her willing body, I shed some of my numbness. Inside of her, I’m alive and feeling a million different sensations at once. She’s a rollercoaster ride bottoming out my stomach and increasing my heartbeat. Her walls shudder around me.
“Let go for me,” I growl.
She digs her nails in to my back and obeys.
Colors burst behind my lids as she comes undone. I pull out, paint her belly white, and collapse beside her. I turn my head to face her and we let the bliss resonate between us as we come down, eyes focused on one another. This was more than sex or a satisfying arrangement. It’s the start of the most tangible experience I’ve ever had with a woman.