by E. C. Land
This shit ain’t easy on either of them.
“Motherfucker, so you’re giving up your rights, not telling your ol’ lady any of this shit, and we have to deal with the Dragons Fire MC who are now threatening your daughter with Boss,” Shadow growls, summing up what our Prez has informed us.
“Yep,” Stoney glowers.
“I don’t like this shit,” I mutter. “Those fuckers are being fuckin’ sneaky trying to play clubs. Something’s not adding up. Like I said before though the ranks aren’t adding up. There’s no way in fuck the man wearing the Prez patch is the actual Prez.”
“What if we asked what’s his name if we can show his girl some images of these men? See if she can identify any of them,” Venom suggest.
“Not a bad idea,” I state, nodding my head.
“I’ll make the call,” Stoney grumbles, pulling out his phone.
Things are about to heat up and not in a way I want them to that’s for sure.
Chapter Thirteen
Cara
After Nerd and the rest of the guys went into one room they called church, I wasn’t quite sure of what I should do. I didn’t want to just sit around waiting impatiently while nervous as can be about being here, so with it being really early and no one else up besides those who were in the room with Nerd, I went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
I didn’t know what I was going to make until I started mixing. At first, I thought pancakes then it hit me. Biscuits and gravy. Not just any form of this but homemade.
Coyote used to tell me when I was learning to cook that I made the best he’d ever eaten. So here I am standing at the stove browning the sausage while the first batch of biscuits are in the oven and the second ready to go in when they’re ready.
“What smells so divine in here?” Rachel asks as she comes in the room carrying Sebastian in her arms and Luca and Corinne toddling behind her holding hands.
It’s funny seeing Rachel and Stoney’s twins together. Luca always has his eyes on his twin as if he didn’t, she might disappear.
Rachel told me one day when I’d been watching them, that he gets mad if you try to move him away from his sister whenever it was nap time, so it was best they stay in the same pack ‘n play. I thought it strange until she explained what happened when they’d been four months old. Luca must still sense the time he’d been separated from Corinne and in his own little way refuses to not be without her.
“Biscuits and gravy,” I state going back to making sure to chop the sausage up fine as it sizzles in its own grease.
“Awesome, normally it’s fend for yourself if Momma B or I aren’t here to cook,” Rachel mutters as she puts Sebastian in a highchair across the room. The twins move to sit at the little Toy Story table near where their mom is standing.
“Oh um, I’m sorry. I hope this is okay, me cooking breakfast. No one was up and I didn’t want to sit in the main room by myself. And all the guys seemed tense and I just figured a nice meal when they got out of church would help ease the tension,” I ramble.
“Cara, anytime you’re here feel free to cook if you want. I’m not going to be against it, especially if it tastes as good as it smells. The guys are going to enjoy it,” Rachel says as she moves to a cabinet and grabs a box of cereal. “Now I know Luca and Corrine are gonna want to eat what your fixing, this one here won’t.” Meaning Sebastian and his picky ways.
“Well, the first batch of biscuits will be ready any minute,” I announce while stepping back in order to open the oven door to check that I was right. Nice golden color. Yep, they’re ready. Grabbing an oven mitt, I reach in and pull the pan out and turn to put it on the island counter.
“Oh, take your time,” Rachel murmurs.
“Okay, it won’t be long before everything is done.” Which I’m right. The biscuits only take seven or so minutes to rise and cook through.
I quickly slide the other batch in and close the oven door. Stepping back in front of the oven I make sure the sausage is done before going about draining the grease. Once I’m done with this task, I go about getting the ingredients for the gravy together. This part, though tricky, is easy long as it’s done properly. Adding pepper in as I stir, I’ve just about got it to its consistency when the kitchen doors open.
“I fuckin’ knew I was smelling that shit soon as the door to church opened. Fuck,” Coyote chuckles as he enters the room.
“What smells so fuckin’ good?” someone says at the same time.
“Fuckheads, watch your mouth,” Stoney grumbles as he walks in behind Coyote and the other guy to see his wife and kids in the room. “Hey, Doll,” he murmurs with a grin in place as he moves in her direction.
“Hey, honey,” she whispers, not really meeting his gaze full on. I’d noticed this but hadn’t said anything. It wasn’t my place to question what was going on with her; however, I knew whatever it was had to be bad.
“Fuckin’ A, biscuits and gravy,” Shadow grunts as he steps into the room. I knew him through is ol’ lady, Luna. She was a teacher at one of the schools. You’d never take her for a teacher with how shy and quiet she is.
“Not just any biscuits and gravy, brother, it’s homemade. Cara don’t go half ass on this shit and it’s the fuckin’ shit.” Coyote says.
“Do you all have to cuss so much around my kids?” Rachel asks as Stoney chuckles and wraps his arm around her waist.
“Sorry, Rach,” several of them mutter at once.
Through the crowd, I spot Nerd pushing his way through. “Can a man get to his fuckin’ woman?” he growls narrowing his gaze on me as if assessing if I’m okay or not.
“Not if this food is as good as it looks. We might have to steal her from you,” the guy with Whip on his cut states.
At this my heart begins to race and I take a step backward.
“Shit,” Nerd mutters as he passes Whip making sure to smack him upside the head.
“Ow, what was that for?” Whip snaps.
“For being a dumbass,” Coyote states speaking for Nerd.
My vision becomes clouded by the time Nerd gets to me. “Easy, babygirl. It’s okay. Take a deep breath and come back to me,” he murmurs, pulling me against his chest.
“Shit, sorry, Cara,” Whip grumbles.
A phone beeps breaking through the heavy silence filling the room. “What the fuck does Fuse want? He never texts me,” Tracker grunts out. “Fuckin’ hell, I’ll be back.”
“You okay, babygirl?” Nerd asks while Tracker leaves the room.
Nodding, I tilt my head up to meet his gaze. “I’m okay,” I whisper.
Before anyone else can say anything Tracker storms back in the room. “Whip, your sister’s name, Brielle?” he asks cautiously.
Turning to look at Whip, I notice his shoulders go straight as he meets Tracker’s gaze. “What about Brielle?” he demands.
“Fuse just informed me, her and her boys are at their clubhouse. She’s been stabbed. Was discharged and Ryder brought her to the club,” Tracker informs Whip.
“Motherfucker. I gotta go,” Whip announces, striding out of the kitchen as if his heels were on fire.
“Venom, you and Cane go with him. He doesn’t need to ride by himself,” Stoney orders.
“You got it, Prez,” Venom mutters.
Cane nods his head and turns to leave the room.
“It’s never quiet around here, is it?” I ask quietly to no one in general, but I received several chuckles in answer as Nerd kisses the top of my head.
“Nope, babygirl, it’s never a dull moment around here.”
Chapter Fourteen
Nerd
In the past two weeks, something within my woman has shifted. Cara has grown far more comfortable with me. In bed rather than me curling into her, she now curls toward me, resting her head on my chest.
Cara also I found enjoys kissing. So much that I have to put a stop to it since I know she’s not ready to go further. And it can be a strain on my self-control.
Enough
of a strain that I end up jackin’ off in the shower more often than not. Every time it’s with visions of my woman. Like right now with an arm braced against the shower wall, stroking myself, thinking of the way Cara would sound as I brought her to climax. To feel her softness as I took her there. Better yet to have her mouth wrapped around my dick while I fucked her mouth. Groaning, I feel myself about to explode as I think about her tongue swirling around the tip before I come on her chest, marking her as mine.
Opening my eyes, I watch as my release goes washing down the drain as the water sprays over my body. Shaking my head, knowing that this wasn’t going to be enough, it never is, I go about finishing up scrubbing my body and washing my hair.
Rinsing off, I shut the water off and get out. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist and move to the bedroom. Cara left earlier this morning to go babysit her nephew, Cody, at her brother’s, so I wasn’t worried about freaking her out.
As I step into the room, I immediately stop when I find Cara standing in the middle of the room staring at me. Eyes wide as they roam up and down my body, mouth slightly apart.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Babygirl?” I call her name to get her to meet my gaze.
“Um, I . . .” she stammers, bringing her eyes up to lock with mine.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Um.” Yeah, she’s nervous as fuck right now.
“Cara,” I murmur, taking a step toward her, studying the way she swallows and drops her gaze back to my chest, and licks her lips.
Shit.
My dick stiffens at the sight of Cara sticking her tongue out to wet her lips.
“I . . . I . . . Um, my brother called said Tinsley wasn’t feeling good so I didn’t have to babysit today,” she whispers, her gaze still locked on my chest.
“Yeah?” I question, testing the waters to see where my woman’s head’s at.
“Uh, yeah,” she sighs, finally looking up to meet my gaze once again.
“You trust me?” I didn’t have to be anywhere right away. I was gonna head to the garage the club owned and help them catch up on a few things while Cara was babysitting.
“Yes,” Cara nods.
“Close your eyes,” I command and step away from her as she does what I tell her to.
After my talk with Shadow and Cane, I’d done some research and found one of the best ways to help her overcome her fears is to heighten her senses by taking one away.
Going to my dresser I slip on a pair of sweatpants and grab one of my bandanas to use. Making my way back over to my woman, I come up with my game plan on what we’re going to do for now. “I’m going to put something over your eyes. I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and at any time you feel uncomfortable and become overwhelmed I want you to say peppermint,” I state firmly as I move around her.
Cara nods, her breathing becoming heavy.
Stepping directly behind her, I reach around her and secure the bandana in place. “I’m going to lift you up, babygirl, and put you in the middle of the bed. Head on the pillows body on top of the comforter, okay?” I state this intending to tell her everything I do to her body.
“Okay,” she rasps breathlessly.
Without saying anything, I do as I told her I intended to do, laying her with her head on a pillow in the middle of the bed. Climbing up, I stretch out alongside her, bracing myself up with one arm as I use the other one to stroke along the edge of her cheek and neck.
“You’re beautiful, babygirl,” I whisper. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want but if your good with it, I want to take your jeans off.”
Cara stiffens slightly then relaxes once again and nods her head. “Promise you, Cara, nothing I do will hurt you.” Pushing myself up, I lean into her and press my mouth to hers. She immediately opens in invitation for me. Fastening my lips with my woman’s, I move until I’m settled between her legs. Trailing my hands along her body, I reach the button of her jeans. Breaking our kiss, I pull back until I’m sitting on my heels looking down at Cara.
I don’t remove my gaze from her face the entire time. I release her jeans placing a hand on either side of her as I grip the material in my hands and slide them down her body as I move with them. I finally move my eyes from her face taking in the sight of Cara’s chest rising and falling. By the time I lock on the part of her I’ve dreamt about the most, I’m surprised by what I find.
“Babygirl,” I groan. I was focused on her face I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Um,” she whispers, nervously.
“Fuckin’ hot, Cara, wanna tell me why you’re not wearing any panties?” I ask.
“I don’t, um, I don’t like the way they feel,” she states, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth as she does this.
Shit.
My woman has been sleeping next to me without wearing panties this entire time.
Fuck me.
“Babygirl, I’m going to eat this pussy,” I inform her as I settle myself between her legs and inhale her sweet muskiness. “Fuck, you smell so fuckin’ good, Cara.” And the fact she’s completely bare is a bonus. I’d seen the wax kit in the bathroom, so I knew she would be.
With my eyes locked on her face, I swipe my tongue through her slit and watch how her mouth parts, a silent gasp leaving her body. Yeah, my woman liked that. Time to bring her to orgasm, let her feel the difference and know what I give her will erase everything those fuckers did to her.
Chapter Fifteen
Cara
Holy Moly.
I hadn’t expected it to wash over me the way it did let alone enjoy it so much. Honestly, I thought I would begin panicking the moment he’d pulled my jeans down and seen I was commando. Ever since I was sixteen, I’ve hated wearing panties. They felt weird to me, always had. The only time I wear them is when Flo comes for an annoying visit and I’m not talking about the Flo who talks about insurance.
With what I experienced just now my mind is blown. I’ve never had that. Granted Josh and I came very close to going the distance the night my brother stormed in threatening Josh at the same time embarrassing me. This, what Nerd did, was something no one ever did.
The orgasm washes through me and I’m gasping for air as Nerd continues his assault, lapping at my entrance, groaning against my skin. I thought I’d freak at having him blindfold me and not being able to see him but hearing him, sensing him as he touches me.
I didn’t expect us to do any of this but when I stepped into the room and heard him groaning in the bathroom, I could almost picture in my head what he was doing. Shoot, since he kissed me, I’ve dreamt of him doing far more to me than this. Granted it makes me nervous at the same time.
“Mhmm, babygirl, I love the way you taste,” Nerd murmurs and I whimper feeling him back away. I follow his movements even while not seeing him as he moves to stretch out beside me.
Nerd trails a hand along the skin of my inner thigh, over my core, up my stomach, over my shirt, gliding between my breasts until he reaches my face. As he cups the side of my face his fingers slide underneath the bandana, pulling it up over my eyes.
Blinking against the brightness of the room, I focus on Nerd as he stares down at me. A grin in place but something in the way he looks at me speaks more volume than anything else.
“Nick,” I whisper his name.
“Love the way you lite up for me, Cara. I wanna see it again, but I know you’re not ready for more right now. So, what’s gonna happen is we’re goin’ to get you into something comfortable and have a lazy day where we spend the day doing nothing but watching movies or whatnot. However, I have one thing to ask you,” Nerd states.
“What’s that?” I ask, liking his plan.
“I want you in nothing but one of my tees while we do this.” Oh wow, he . . . he . . . wants me . . . oh wow.
“Okay.” I find myself murmuring without hesitation.
“Good, let’s get you up and I’ll get you a tee,” Nerd grins as he climbs off t
he bed bringing me with him.
Nerd releases my hand long enough to open the draw to his dresser and pull out one of his shirts. “Take your shirt off. Leave your bra on if you want to though, babygirl,” he commands turning toward me.
Sucking in a deep breath, I focus solely on him as I grip the hem of my shirt and bring the material over my head. Dropping the shirt to the floor, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall as well.
I wait for Nerd to say something about my body. I know I’m nothing compared to some of the women he’s been around. Sure, I had been blessed with a C cup and enough ass to fill a pair of jeans. My blonde hair is one of my favorite things about my features but everything else is nothing special.
“Don’t know what’s going through your head, Cara, but I gotta say when the time comes, I intend to savor every inch of you,” Nerd rasps as he pulls the bottom of the shirt down over my head.
Putting my arms through the sleeves, I let the material fall into place coming down near to my knees.
“Nick,” I ask quietly as I lick my lips nervously.
“Don’t be scared of me. I would never hurt you, babygirl. Never. You made your choice in choosing me and I’m not about to let you down. Not ever. Love you, Cara.”
Tears prickle my eyes and I close them while stepping into his space. Placing my forehead to his chest, I press a kiss against his skin as I make a decision, I knew I would never regret. Because in the end Nerd is right. I made the choice and I trust him. Trust him enough to do what he’d just done, and I want him to finish what he started. I want to be his completely. The only way to do that is to show him I’m ready to follow his lead.