Khan Part I (Midnight Syn MC Book 1)

by N. Tetterton

  “Never be sorry for that.” He brings his face close to mine and I have to control my breathing.

  “Why did you say that you’d be there waiting to make sure he never got me back?” My words come out in a whisper but I force them out.

  “Because,” he says as he leans into me before picking me up, sitting me down on the dresser, and leaning into me even more he kisses the crook of my neck and his left arm comes around my body pulling me close to his so that he is now standing between my legs, “I would never,” he places the next kiss slightly above the last one, “let you cheat,” he mumbles it against my skin and it causes all the nerve ending in my body to be on edge, “but if he fucked up,” he places another kiss following the same trail he has been taking, “all bets are off.” He mumbles places the last kiss just below my jawline and I tremble underneath him, he pulls back his face and looks at me with the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen, and says, “Cause I won’t stop until I get you.”

  I try to lighten the mood a little bit, “And what if I don’t want you.”

  “Do you not want me,” he asks me, leaning further into me and planting his hands on both sides of my hips, but not kissing nor touching any of my body. “Does your body not react when you see me?” He asks, letting only his breath touch my skin. “Does your pussy not get wet when I’m this close to you?” I want to say no to all of the above statements I really do, but I can’t. So instead, I don’t say a word. I just sit there. Trying to think of one witty thing to say back to him. As his face is mere inches from mine. “Baby, just tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you and I’ll leave you alone.” I turn my head just enough which is enough for him to take as an answer. His lips are on mine quickly, they are hungry as he presses into me, scooping me off of the dresser and spinning us before laying me onto the bed. He lifts my shirt off of my body, pulling it over my head trailing kisses down my chest, between my breasts, and onto my stomach. But as he trails his kisses back up my body all I can think about is seeing him shirtless. I pull at his shirt and he laughs. “Give me a second.” He says as he gets up and removes his jacket, where I see guns in a holster clipped in.

  “Dax?” It comes out as a question. And he stops what he is doing and looks at me. I’m sure that my eyes have questions and he sighs as he takes them off. And places them with his cut. He pulls his shirt up over his head and exposes the Kevlar vest which he pulls off and places it with his shirts, lastly, he pulls off the white t-shirt which sits underneath his Kevlar and turns back to look at me.

  “Sorry, I should have left them in the truck.” He mutters as he struts back over to me and covers me with his body once again. Feeling his skin on mine causes me to not be able to think clearly. I cannot help myself as I reach for his belt and flip it open. Before I can even move his pants, mine are already sliding down my legs. I kick them off and he stands up kicking off his boots and letting his pants fall down to the floor leaving him in only his black boxer briefs with a very promising bulge. He turns around to me and I gasp as I’m sure he can see my eye bulge out slightly. “Like what you see?” He raises his eyebrows and then I look away. I have never seen a man quite like him… at least closeup and in the flesh. Brad was never this fit and… what am I doing? How could I have just left my husband and now have a nothing man nearly naked in my bed?

  As if he can sense my hesitation he looks at me, “princess, you okay?” He mutters as he comes closer to me and sits down, next to me. “I’m sorry,” he mutters looking down, “I was kind of spun up from tonight and pushed it too far. I know that you just split up.” He mutters as he slides up to the headboard and motions for me to come to him. He places me into his side and I nuzzle my head into his chest. I can’t help but run my fingers within the divots of his muscles he flinches at first and then lets me fall into a pattern of tracing his abs. Until I get to the lower “v” lines as I start to run over them with my fingers he takes a sharp gasp and then smacks my hand away. “Oh princess, you can’t keep doing that.” And I look up to him with innocent eyes and he laughs, “You keep doing that, that’s going to keep happening.” He says pointing down to the expanding bulge that continues to grow. “I have no problem sitting here just like this and talking or falling asleep or whatever, but you keep doing that and it’s going to drive me insane.”

  “Where’s Ella?” I ask him as he lays drawing small lines on my arms with his fingertips.

  “At home.”

  “By herself?” I ask him and he laughs, slightly.

  “Not really. My house is very close to the clubhouse. There are always people at the clubhouse.” I nod my head. Wondering how close is close.

  “She doesn’t stay at the clubhouse?” He laughs loudly and then quickly stops.

  “Absolutely not, I’m sorry to laugh like that. I keep forgetting that civilians don’t understand.” I look at him questioning. What could he possibly mean about understanding?

  “Women aren’t allowed?” I ask him which causes him to laugh again.

  “I mean there are… ol’ ladies.” I guess he catches my questioning look, “it’s a term of endearment. It’s what we call women that the guys are in a serious relationship with.”

  “But only them” and he shakes his head again.

  “Not really.” His face falls and he leaves it like that.

  “Then what?” I can feel him uncomfortably wiggling underneath me now.

  “There’s Roxy, she takes care of everything around the clubhouse.”

  “But no one else?” I can’t help but ask him.

  “Well, there are some girls that hang around.” And it all makes sense to me then.

  “Oh, so the dancers from the club?”

  “Um, well, different from them as well… there’s kind of an expectation with the girls who hang around the clubhouse.” And I look at him, understanding.

  “Oh,” I mutter and let the topic die off. “What’s the whole story behind the name?” I ask him, to question him. Only he just shakes his head.

  “You’re not ready for that one just yet.” I look up at him cutting my eyes. “Okay, fine. I’m not ready to tell you that one yet.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, I just got you right here and I’m not ready for you to leave yet…” he trails, looking over to me like he is honestly speaking. He stiffens up and looks over at me, instantly changing the subject. “I have no idea what I’m doing with Ella.” I hear his tone in his voice and can’t help but wonder what he’s beating himself up over.

  “What do you mean?” He sighs and pulls away from me just a little.

  “I’m just worried that I’m not doing something right.” And I laugh shaking my head. “What?”

  “Dax, the sole fact that you’re asking that question means that you are doing better than the majority of parents that I have met.”

  “How so?” He looks at me questioning.

  “A lot of parents that I talk to, especially now, at this school in particular, since a lot of them have money, like more money than one person should, they think that whatever they do is the best. That their child should never and could ever need anything that they are not already doing. They think that they are the perfect parent. So, when their child asks for something or is showing signs of anything and I tell them. They pretty much tell me I’m fucking stupid and full of shit. Yet you, someone who has only had custody of a child for mere months. Who went from living a completely carefree life to now having to worry about someone else all of the time. Actually asks, listens to her, worries about what you’re doing and the impact that it has on her.”

  “I wouldn’t say completely carefree. With the club…” I can’t help but hold my hand up stopping him.

  “That’s a little bit different. Now you have a person who is impacted from nearly every decision that you make whereas before those decisions would only impact you.” He nods his head.

  “Is that why it’s so terrifying?”

  “I dunno, the only thing that I
can tell you is it’s the reason as to why I haven’t had kids yet.”

  “Yeah, me too,” He laughs and adds, “yet, that somehow didn’t stop me from getting one.” And I can’t help but laugh harder, “Shit, I shouldn’t say that. I love Ella, always have. Half of the time she has taken care of me.” I laugh to myself, “Seriously, when my ex-wife and I split and Ella’s mom took off. I moved in with them for a few years, you know to help out. Can’t tell you how many times I would wake up hungover as hell and she would have laid out water and Advil, or brought breakfast.”

  “You and Oz are close?” I ask him and he laughs.

  “Yeah, he was my mentor.”

  “How are you handling him getting arrested?” He doesn’t answer my question, which is all the answer I need and instead he lets the moment pass. His eyes are closed as I look up at his face and before I can stop myself my mouth starts moving.

  “How’d you get this scar?” I ask him as I run my fingertips along the left side of his face, right along his cheekbone. He closes his eyes for a second, leaning into my touch before smiling.

  “Oh, you noticed that?” He asks in a way that makes me laugh like most people don’t see it. I nod my head as I roll my eyes, “Um,” he pauses and then breaths again, “it was just a fight I got into, it was a long time ago.”

  “You get into a lot of fights?” I can’t help the words as they leave my mouth thinking back to the blood on his hand earlier.

  “Try not to, only try to get into them when they are justified.” He shrugs.

  “Was this one justified?” I can’t help but ask.

  “Absolutely,” he pauses and laughs a little, “it actually turned out to be one of the best times I’ve ever had.” I can’t help but let my jealousy flare up as I shift uncomfortably, “it's not like that. One day I’ll tell you all about it, but it’s late and you need sleep.” His voice grows quieter as he speaks.

  Right before I feel myself fall asleep I feel his breath even out.

  …but the whole time all I could think about was licking the lines to your peen ravine.

  When I wake in the morning I hear Dax’s phone buzzing in his pocket from the other side of the room. We are still laying in the bed and my head is still on his chest. I nudge him a little bit and his eyes flutter open. “Your phone’s ringing,” I whisper to him and he nods his head.

  “5 more minutes,” he whispers back rolling over to face me, wrapping me in his arms, and nuzzling into me. I giggle as whiskers tickle my face and I catch a smile forming on his face… which is followed by a groan as his phone continues to buzz from the other side of the room.

  “Go, get it.” He moves out of the bed and into the bathroom with his phone in hand, closing the door behind himself.

  I get up from the bed, grabbing some clothes, to walk into the kitchen but when I open the door I find Lucy standing much too close to the door. “Luc?” I mutter and she stands up suddenly

  “What?” Her eyes are wide.

  “Were you trying to…” I say pointing from where she stands to the door that I just came out of.

  “What? No.” She says as I hear the bathroom door open and Dax walks up to me with his shirt in hand.

  “I have to take off,” he says coming around the into door way. And looks to Lucy, and smiles, “You must be Lucy,” he says sticking his hand out and she stands not saying a word standing and staring at him. I cough out breaking her concentration.

  “Oh, yes. It is so good to se-meet you” she says and he chuckles for a second. Then shoves his arms through the holes of his shirt and slides it onto his body. “Noooo,” Lucy whispers from the hallway and I hear him laugh under his breath from behind me.

  “I’ll see you in a little bit,” I say to her as I come back inside my room and look at him. “Everything okay?” I ask and he nods,

  “Yeah, just the backlash from last night’s meeting that I knew would happen.” I watch as he presses his feet into his shoes and he slides his cut onto his body.

  “I’m sorry about Lucy,” I say pointing to the door. Grinning he looks down at the ground for a second.

  “It’s fine, there’s really no point to put forth the effort if I wouldn’t be okay with a reaction like that.” I look at him and he shrugs. “What?”

  “Taking that hasn’t been the first time that someone has reacted like that.” He grins, shaking his head. I’m not really sure how I would be able to handle that.

  “I do recall a whimper from someone in my shop a few weeks ago when I put my shirt back on.” He winks at me and I can feel my face flame. He picks up the kevlar and the holsters and we walk to the door. “I’m sorry I have to leave so early, I really wanted to take you to breakfast. I will see you soon.” He leans in and places a kiss on my lips and then out the door he goes. I watch as he walks to his bike, leaning against the doorframe. And feel Lucy’s presence as he stuffs his kevlar and holster into his saddlebag on the bike.

  “Is that a gun holster?” I hear Lucy ask.

  “Yeah,”

  “Why did he have a-, “ she asks without

  “I have no idea.” And she laughs a little. With one last look back he smirks and starts the bike and pulls off.

  I close the door as I turn to look at Lucy. “Holy fuck, I didn’t know that real men, like in real life could actually look like that.” I laugh a little bit. Last night seemed so normal. We did nothing but talk and cuddle and laugh, but if nothing was wrong and we did nothing wrong then why can’t I keep from feeling bad? Why do I feel like a terrible person? I’m trying to fool myself if I try and pretend that I don’t know the reason.

  ❖

  That afternoon, I know why I feel so bad. After hours of thinking, the evening is falling and I find myself driving up to Sirens knowing that it’s a Saturday night and he most likely will be here. I see the same blue and black bike that was sitting outside of my house this morning sitting in the parking lot and strut inside. I try to keep the imitation out of my mind as I walk inside of a club with half-naked girls trying to talk to the man who I just spent all night with mostly naked on my bed.

  I see a very intimidating man looking at me as I walk in. His face looks angry even with the blonde hair that sits on his head and the bright blue eyes… as he standing blocking the entrance in all black and his eyebrows arch when I walk into the door. “Um, excuse me?” My head cocks back as his words register which causes him to smirk, “Are you lost?” He asks me which causes me to smirk.

  “Is Khan around?” I ask him. Which causes confusion to form on his face as if to ask me who the fuck I am, “My name’s Bil-“ he stops me and nods his head waving me to follow him back into the employees-only area. The back of the club is a lot nicer than I would have thought that it would be.

  I see the small kitchen which looks pristine, I stop kind of amazed by it. To which my escort leans in and says, “Khan’s very particular about how things get done. Everything has to be clean. Exceptionally clean or he losing his shit about it… can’t really blame him though. In most bars, you don’t want to see their kitchen. I used to work in a couple.” He shivers which makes me laugh a little bit. “Come on.” He nudges me down the hallway. When he stops, I’m still preoccupied with looking at everything around, “Khan, I fou-“ because I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going but more to the surroundings of the club, I run smack into his back, more specifically my eyebrow hits the bottom of his shoulder blade, that’s how tall he is. This causes him to cut off his sentence. He glances behind him and glares at me as I reach up and rub my eyebrow. “I found someone looking for you.” I can hear the humor in his voice as the words come out. He moves back and lets me walk into the doorway.

  “Billie?” My name comes out in a complete shock, yet excited tone which causes me to smile, “Wha-what are you doing here? Come in.” He motions to the chairs in from of his desk. I walk into the room and sit down. The large man closes the door behind me.

  “He’s intimidating,” I mumble causin
g Dax to start laughing and nods.

  “Yeah, he’s a pretty fucking big and scary guy… names Fury.” I laugh a little. “A secret though he normally isn’t as scary as he looks.”

  “Seems fitting.” I get uncomfortable which Dax manages to pick up on immediately and looks at me curiously.

  “Come here.”

  “Huh?”

  “Come.” He motions for me, with two fingers, and for whatever reason my feet betray me moving me around the desk as he sits me on his desk so I’m looking down at him. “Better. Now, what was it that you came out to a place like this to see me?” His word makes me laugh and I look down again and pick at my nails, “I’ve seen a lot of women, and when they do that it’s never a good sign. So spill.”

  “Last night,” I pause and he seductively, smiles, “Stop you’re making what I have to say even worse.” He forces his smile to turn into a scowl which makes me laugh again, smacking his chest. “Stop.”

  “Okay, what is it. You’re making me a little nervous.”

  “I can’t do that again… yet… again… yet.” I can’t decide which word I mean and shake my head after every change of the word until the last yet.

  “We didn’t do anything.” He whispers to me, “Dear God, it’s worse than I thought.”

  “What?” I look at him confused.

  “Had it been so long since you had sex with him that you forgot,” his face lights up with excitement then he adds, “Or did he just convince you that’s what sex was?” I’m not sure if it’s the playfulness in his voice or what he’s saying that makes me laugh more.

  “Shut up, I’m serious. I know that technically we didn’t do anything,” he nods his head to confirm my point, “but the whole time all I could think about was licking the lines to your peen ravine.”

  His entire head jerks in his confusion as he says, “My what?” I roll my eyes and tug at his shirt raises it up just slightly so that the lines which form the ‘v’ can show. His laughter erupts louder than I have heard it before. “Sorry,” he mummers as he wipes the water which is sliding down from his eyes away. “I’ve heard it called a lot of things before, but never heard it called that before.” Little fits of laughter come out afterward like aftershocks of an earthquake until after minutes he finally calms himself down. “Okay, serious now. Even though that was-,“ he giggles again, “a crazy hot image of you doing it yet a hilarious name for it. I understand what you mean. When you say not yet…”