Unbroken (Forgotten Rebels MC #1)

by Beth D. Carter

  “Don’t matter,” he finally said. “My reasons are my own, but she will be coming with me.”

  For a long moment, Wick simply studied him. Kix didn’t mind. Hell, if it had been his sister, he’d be checking out the guy’s integrity as well.

  “If she says yes, I won’t stop her,” Wick finally said. “But you have to keep her safe. And if at any point you two don’t work out, you send her back home. Don’t turn her into club pussy.”

  “Deal,” Kix replied. He didn’t even have to think twice on those terms. “By the way, what was the asshole’s last name? The fucker who killed your family.”

  “Stafford. Tyler Stafford.”

  Kix nodded his thanks and filed the name away before heading outside. The call he wanted to make, he didn’t want anyone overhearing. He pulled his cell phone and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and quickly lit one. He took a deep drag on it before placing the confidential call.

  It was answered at once. “You secure?”

  “Yeah,” Kix said. “All’s good on my end.”

  “Excellent. So, what do you want, little brother?”

  Kix exhaled a lungful of smoke. “Good to hear your voice too, Jeffrey. Can’t I call just to say hello?”

  A derisive snort echoed through the line. “I don’t think you can even spell the word.”

  “I’m crushed,” Kix said. “Truly.”

  “Spill,” Jeff ordered.

  “I need a location on a man.”

  There was a small pause. Then Jeff sighed. “If I give you a location, is this person going to end up dead?”

  “Don’t ask me that.”

  “Damn it, Chris,” Jeff snapped. “I appreciate you respecting my wishes to separate our lives, but my career is over if my superiors know I supply you information when you need it.”

  “This is important, Jeff,” Kix said. He threw his cigarette down and stomped on it. “I’ve met a woman, and I’m going to claim her as an old lady. But eight years ago, this man by the name of Tyler Stafford killed her family in front of her. She’s in hiding because he stalked her. I just want to know where he is now, to make sure she stays safe.”

  “Jesus,” Jeff muttered. Kix heard some typing on the other end. “I take it this happened in Missouri?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Let me see. Oh,” Jeff said a moment later. “Tyler Stafford was convicted of the murder of Officer Jane Scott. He actually died in prison two years after his conviction. Shanked to death, with no witnesses.”

  “Payback for the officer, no doubt,” Kix said. “Someone got revenge. Well, this news is certainly anticlimactic.”

  “And no dead bodies to stumble across.”

  “I can assure you, Jeff, if I had gone after the asshole there wouldn’t be a body left to find.”

  “Probably not something you should tell a homicide detective,” Jeff said dryly. “So I’m going to have a sister-in-law?”

  “If I can convince Piper.”

  “Be sure to invite me to the wedding,” Jeff said. “Take care, Chris.”

  “Bye. And thanks, Jeff.”

  The call disconnected. Kix smiled as he pocketed his phone and then headed back into the clubhouse.

  Jeff was older by a year and a half, and once upon a time they were as thick as thieves. But somewhere along the line their lives diverged and each took a different path. Still, it didn’t lessen the fact that they were family, or that they loved each other.

  But all thoughts of Jeff fled as he hurried up the stairs. He had a beautiful woman to kiss awake.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kix wanted to tell her the nightmare was over, that she was free from the past, and yet the closer he drew to the bedroom where he knew she slept, the more doubts assailed him. If she knew the danger was gone, would she bolt? Flee, to start living a life that had been denied her until now?

  He opened the door and saw her in bed, naked limbs twirled in the sheet and barely covering her gorgeous body. His dick instantly hardened. Shit, he needed to get closer to her. He needed to taste her.

  He walked to the bed and leaned over, breathing her in. Reveling in her heat. Her silky smooth skin.

  “Piper,” he whispered against her neck. He couldn’t help but run a hand over her ass. She opened her luminous dark eyes and they went soft as she smiled at him. “I want to lick you and eat you until you come on my tongue. Will you let me pleasure you, baby?”

  She whimpered and her hips surged upward in wordless agreement. Excitement surged through him, making his hands slightly shake.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he crooned.

  His hand left her butt and slid up her rib cage until he found the curve of her breast. He cupped the shape, molding her to his palm as he gently squeezed. Her nipple pebbled under his fingertip, the tips pointed in invitation. He bent his head and closed his mouth over one, lavishing it with his tongue and teeth, tugging tenderly until she lay beneath him writhing. Her nipples were ripe little berries, made redder by his sucking.

  She lay under him and he took a moment to look at her. She was gorgeous. Her body wasn’t the stick-thin malnourished type so many women favored, thinking men liked to fuck skin and bones. Although she was naturally slender, she was soft and round in all the places a woman should be round. Real breasts. Man, he loved real breasts. And an ass he could grab and hold onto as he rode her.

  Kix worked his way down her body, taking a moment to lick her belly button. As he continued his downward path, he bypassed the apex of her thighs, where he could smell her musk beckoning him. God, he wanted nothing more than to sink his steel-hard cock into her wet cunt and pump her until they both splintered apart. All he wanted to do was claim her.

  Possess her.

  No other man had known her and he damn sure didn’t want some other asshole sniffing around thinking she was free. Because she wasn’t. She was his, and suddenly, it all became crystal clear. Regardless of the fact it’d only been a few days, he had found her. The one. So he was going to make damned sure it was all about her pleasure and the orgasms he was going to give her. He shifted his body until he was kneeling on the floor and he had pulled her body to the edge.

  “Open for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, enticing her.

  Exerting a little pressure, she slowly relaxed and let her legs open. He got his first glimpse of her pretty pussy, all plump and swollen with her desire. Moisture glistened around the curls covering the hood. He ran a finger gently through them, barely brushing against her slit, and a moan erupted from her lips.

  “Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured. Then he kissed her, right on the spot he’d just touched and her hips jerked up, bumping against him.

  “Kix,” she breathed. “Oh, please.”

  “You taste so damn sweet, baby.”

  He pressed his tongue against her again, as far as it would stretch, dipping a little into the slit. She moaned again and the little sound took him over the edge. He had to fully taste her now.

  “I’m going to stick my tongue in you now,” he told her. “I want you to come so I can lap up your cream. Let yourself go, baby, as many times as you can.”

  Using two fingers, he spread her until he found her clitoris, and then proceeded to lick her. As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively. But he loved it. It gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire. He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat. She bucked against his hand.

  “Kix!” she cried.

  “Fuck, you taste like honey,” he moaned, blowing against her weeping core and causing her to shiver. “So good. I could eat you every night.”

  He pushed another finger inside and took her little clit between his teeth, sucking hard.

  “Kix, please!” she begged. “I need…”

  “I know what you need, baby. I want to give it to you. Let go, Piper. Come f
or me. Give me your cream.”

  He began licking, up and down, driving his tongue in and over her nub. He worked her, until her little cries were echoing all around. Her body tightened beneath him and he could feel her quivering around his fingers. He blew against her again and immediately she broke apart.

  He had never seen anything more sensual, more desirable, than Piper in the throes of bliss. When her body finally relaxed and she sagged back onto the blanket, he eased up his torment but he didn’t withdraw from her body.

  Putting his hands under her knees, he pushed back her legs and scooted up until they hung over his arms. Then he dropped his head over her wet pussy and began his attack anew. He flicked her clit in quick, repetitive motions, making her scream in pleasure. Her cream ran and he lapped it up. He sucked on the little bundle of nerves and she splintered apart again. She tasted so damn good and he loved having her come apart in his arms. Damned if he wanted to stop.

  When she collapsed he finally pulled back and let go of her legs, wiping his face on the blanket. He was so fucking hard that it was actually painful to kneel in such a position. He winced as his pants refused to budge and adjusted his dick. Hell, it wouldn’t take long at all for him to come. In fact, one good rub against the restraints of his pants and his jizz would be making a messy deposit. Need urged him on, and he quickly divested himself of his pants.

  Kix crawled between her thighs, brought her legs around his waist, and plunged into her depths until he was fully seated. She let out a moan filled with passion, and it took him right past the edge of sanity. He pumped into her body, drowning in the glorious feel of her silken walls gripping his cock like a vise. Higher and higher he coiled, unable to comprehend anything else except the woman beneath him. He worshiped her body, loved her, until his climax burst upon him in waves. He cried out her name and wrapped his arms tightly around her as he shuddered out the last of his orgasm.

  As he drifted in the dream world afterglow, he realized too late that once more he’d forgotten to put a condom on.

  ****

  Something tickled her nose and Piper struggled against the bands of sleep that lured her to return. Again, the tickle, and Piper opened her eyes to see Kix lying next to her, head propped up with one hand as he brushed the ends of her hair over her nose.

  “Good evening,” he murmured.

  “Evening? Good lord,” she said as she rubbed her eyes. “I haven’t slept so deeply in…well, a long time.”

  “That means you needed it.”

  He pushed a lock of hair off her cheek. Their eyes met, held. Her belly quivered again in delightful anticipation.

  She touched the diamond tattoo next to his eye. “What does this mean?”

  He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “Rebelliousness and audacity. Wealth. Take your pick.”

  “Diamonds are also unbreakable.”

  “There’s that too,” he said. “And black diamonds are not truly black. They actually contain a lot of dark inclusions that give them their dark appearance.”

  “So you’re saying you don’t have a black soul?”

  “Nope. Did I just ruin my bad boy image for good?”

  She giggled. Piper couldn’t believe she actually giggled. “No,” she said. “You make me feel light hearted.”

  He hesitated for a moment and then linked their fingers together. “Then you’ll feel really good when I tell you that you don’t have to hide anymore.”

  She wrinkled a brow. “What do you mean?”

  With a sigh, he sat up. He gestured for her to follow so she wrapped the sheet around herself as she crossed her legs and waited for him to elaborate.

  “I have a contact in law enforcement,” he said.

  She nodded. She figured he did, if he could buy off the Highway Patrol.

  “I called him and asked if he could look up Tyler Stafford.”

  Her good mood vanished in an instant.

  “What about him?” she asked in a soft voice. Part of her wanted to know and yet, part of her was still the frightened young girl who had run away.

  Kix took hold of her hand and linked their fingers. “He’s dead. You’re free, Piper.”

  At first the words didn’t register. Free? No, she would never be free of the nightmare. The burden. The shame. But then the first part of his sentence finally filtered through and everything froze. The breath in her lungs, the space around her…even her heart, it all just stopped for an infinitesimal moment.

  “What?”

  It was the most coherent thought she had. Her heart jumped in her chest and for a moment she thought she might be having a heart attack. Piper grabbed her chest as she pushed off the bed, not knowing where she was going or what she was doing, only that she had to move. Kix grabbed her around the waist and held her tight. Piper fought, but it was as if she stood outside herself, watching what she was doing.

  Why was she fighting Kix?

  “Piper!” he yelled and shook her hard.

  Her head snapped back, and it was enough to ground her and pull her back together. She slumped in his arms and stared up at him in wonder.

  “He really is…dead?”

  Kix nodded. “You have nothing to fear anymore, Piper. He was killed, shanked in prison.”

  She took a deep breath and warmth flowed back into her body. Her knees went weak and she collapsed. Kix tightened his arms around her and dragged close to his body. Piper wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, taking comfort from his strength.

  “It’s over,” she said and felt him nod against her. “Oh my God. I don’t know what to think. What to feel. Are you sure, Kix? Was your contact legit?”

  “Yes,” Kix replied. “Completely sure.”

  “Well then,” she said and took a deep breath. “I’m not quite sure what to do now. I’ve never really thought about leaving here, but I suppose I can now.”

  “I want you with me, Piper,” he said.

  “Behind the walls of another club? I don’t know, Kix. I have to think about this.”

  He tensed and pulled back to look down at her. “I wouldn’t shut you up in the club, the way you’ve been living here.”

  “It was my choice to stay behind these walls,” she said, a bit defensively. “Wick agreed. It was for my protection.”

  He frowned. “As my woman, I would still protect you. I’m just saying you wouldn’t be confined to the clubhouse. We could even get a house, live away from the Brothers.”

  She held up a hand. “Wait. What are you trying to say? You want me for your old lady?”

  “Yeah. Why not?”

  Incredulity poured through her. “Why not? We’ve known each other for three days, Kix. That’s ridiculous.”

  He folded his arms over his chest. “Why is that ridiculous? The most important parts between men and women, we now know work for us.”

  “What? That we’re compatible sexually? I’m sure you’ve been satisfied with many women.”

  “Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t cheapen this, Piper. You know what happened between us was amazing.”

  “Great sex doesn’t mean I’m ready to be an old lady!” Piper rubbed her temple. She couldn’t think. How could she think, when he stared at her with those bright green eyes that urged her to drop her sheet and invite him back to bed? She shook her head to clear it because she could barely believe Tyler Stafford was dead and gone. “I need some time. I can barely breathe.”

  Instantly he walked away from her, all the way to the other side of the room. While she was thankful that he seemed to go with her wishes, she suddenly missed his warmth. It confused her.

  “Okay, Piper,” he said. “I’ll head downstairs and let you get washed up. Let you think. The party should be starting back up this evening. You’ll be there?”

  She bit her lip. “You want me there?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Okay. Then I’ll see you later.”

  Kix looked around the room, glanced at the bed, and
finally gave her a lop-sided grin, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Then he turned and left the bedroom, even though it was his room, not hers. Still, she felt relieved when the door closed behind him. Not because she didn’t want him, or wanted to escape, but because it was too damn tempting to let her heart rule her common sense.

  And she was very much afraid her heart was already invested in Kix Rockwood.

  Chapter Twelve

  By the time Piper came downstairs, the party was once more in full swing. Old rock-n-roll music poured through the speakers and the pumping bass line throbbed through her chest. It drowned out the clacking of the pool balls from the game being played in the corner. The television was on mute, playing a porn flick. No one needed to hear the fake screams and moans of the woman who was being banged by three men. Out of habit, Piper went to the kitchen to rustle up some type of food for the men, but stopped short when she saw two strange women fixing sandwiches.

  “Um, excuse me,” she said and both women stopped what they were doing to glance at her.

  The skinny woman closest to her held up a jar of peanuts. “Where do I find more of these?”

  Piper blinked. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Trix and that’s Jane,” she said. “We were brought here to serve food and keep the alcohol flowing.”

  Trix was an obviously fake blonde, if her dark eyebrows were anything to go by. She was tall, rail thin, and the sallow hollowness under her eyes gave a hint that she might be addicted to the product the Forgotten Rebels sold. Piper had her doubts that Trix should be handling the food.

  Piper glanced at the other girl. Unlike Trix, she looked healthy, but the coldness in the woman’s eyes projected a wall of attitude that Piper found disarming. She didn’t like having two strangers in what she considered her domain.

  “By whom?” she asked.

  Trix frowned. “By Wick.”

  Hell, it wasn’t that she enjoyed making food, but it was her job. If she was no longer useful to the Brothers then her protection could be taken away.

  “Damn it,” she muttered. “I take it you were also brought in to entertain the men. So go do that.”