Nomad's Bride (Death Skulls MC Book 2)

by Rachel Cade

Noa’s tight hold lifted her off the ground. His smile was infectious, and she returned it as she leaned down to kiss him again.

  “Babygirl.” The word filtered between their lips; a warning.“Babygirl,” he said again against her mouth. Her feet were still off the ground and suddenly every plane of his body and the rough edge of his t-shirt easily pierced the silk dress she wore.

  He lowered her back down before releasing her. “We need to get back on the road.”

  Her husband grabbed her hand and quickly lead her back to his bike.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  **

  Lyndie playfully tapped her husband’s exposed arm when the “Welcome to Vegas” sign came into view.

  He turned his head slightly and though she couldn’t see his face due to the helmet, she knew he was laughing.

  Dusk hit the sky and the whole city was lit up like a Christmas tree.

  And her mood matched it.

  Just for a little while, all their problems could stay in Amber Falls and they could just be free to be together.

  “These were the reservations you were talking about?” she asked as they stood in front of Caesar’s Palace.

  “Yeah,” he admitted, looking down at her.

  On the edge of the sky, stars were beginning to creep out.

  “We don’t have a lot of time before we need to get back, but I wanted to tell you something.”

  “Okay.”

  He had to speak up due to the rush of fountain water.“Tin… he has to go out of town for a bit. He needs someone to be in charge while he’s gone.”

  “So, he asked you?” Her eyes widened as she reached for his arm.

  “Yeah,” he admitted.

  “What did you tell him?”

  Noa licked his top lip. A hell of a time to be tongue-tied. “I didn’t give him an answer yet. But he leaves in the morning. That’s why I wanted to get back by then.”

  She peered at him. “So what stopped you from answering him?”

  Noa’s deep sigh was drowned out by a loud horn somewhere in traffic.

  “I don’t want to let anybody down.” It was an honesty he rarely shared with anyone. For so long his life had just been about jobs and the road. But when she looked at him, it just made him want to be open. He could share his secrets with her just as he planned to share his life.

  Lyndie’s mouth twisted a little before she spoke. “If Tin asked you, he has to believe in you. He trusted you to come out here in the first place. I’m not sure how things in the MC go, but that has to mean something right?”

  Noa’s eyes narrowed as her words sank in. “You run from it, but it keeps finding you,” she added.

  “Mrs. Callas.” Noa dragged his head back. The bright spinning lights of the city took a backseat to her words.

  “Yes, Mr. Callas?”

  “You got a knack for putting things in perspective.”

  “I try.” Standing close, she looked up at him. “Are you ready to stop running?”

  Noa hooked his index finger around hers and let go of his breath and the tension in his shoulders. “I am.”

  The deep dimples on the sides of her mouth were heavy as an unbearably beautiful smile stretched across her face and was accompanied by a small hop.

  Noa reached forward with his other hand and plucked the tied ribbon from her waist. It slid off and he caught it tightly in his fingers to keep it from blowing away.

  “I’m ready for something else too.” He tugged her finger toward the hotel.

  *

  Lyndie looked up at the chandelier in the middle of the living room of their suite.

  Noa shut the door behind her but she didn’t hear his boots.

  “It’s a different room,” she pointed out with her back to him, unable able to contain her smile. Her feet didn’t even want to stay in her shoes.

  At the same time, her fingers itched to touch him, her eyes were trying to take in every inch of the room.

  “I know. It’s a better one.”

  From here, the entire Vegas landscape was spread out in front of them.

  It was like sitting on a cloud.

  “It is a better one,” she agreed.

  She flexed her fingers before balling them into a fist.

  “Are you nervous, Mrs. Callas?” he asked.

  His voice was still far away, he must have still been standing at the door.

  “I’m fine,” she lied, but kept her voice confident. Her eyes lowered from the skyline. “You said you were ready for something else.”

  He didn’t answer right away.

  “I was thinking about our wedding night. When I was waiting for you, I knew I needed to make it special. But I didn’t know a damn thing about being romantic.”

  She turned around.

  Noa was leaning against the door. The ribbon was hanging from his fingers.

  “You did a good job for your first try,” she answered.

  His eyes were so direct she felt pinned to an invisible wall.

  “Take off everything but the ring.” He didn’t move from the door.

  Lyndie let go of her breath and did as she was told. Her sensitivity was up, and the air-conditioned space only intensified it.

  Her knuckles brushed against her rib cage as she reached behind herself to lower her zipper.

  She kept her eyes on her husband as she pushed the dress and her panties off her hips and stepped out of her shoes, leaving it all in a pool on the floor.

  Noa pulled in his bottom lip before stepping away from the door. “You need romance tonight?”

  Sarcasm may have tinged his voice, but the closer he got to her, the more a proper answer eluded her.

  “A bunch of soft touches?” He moved so that his mouth caressed the top of her cheek as he spoke.

  Her nipples tightened in the cool air surrounding them.

  But a heat swept across her face as she looked up at him. “I just need you.”

  She reached up to touch his chest, and his forward movements startled her as he began walking.

  Lyndie stepped back to try to match his pace, barely able to look behind herself before she was falling back over the white couch arm.

  Her back landed with a thud on the cushion.

  Lyndie caught her breath and reached up from the awkward position, attempting to sit up.

  Noa caught her flailing legs and pulled her bottom over the couch arm, letting it rest on top of it.

  His body heat singed the back of her legs.

  “Open for me.”

  Lyndie had no idea what this time would be like, and her breath heightened with her anticipation.

  One of her thighs widened followed by the other one.

  Noa was staring down between her legs.

  “Just a little bit.” His voice was low.

  Her chest felt completely weighed down, and her nipples were so swollen they hurt.

  Noa’s index finger touched her clit briefly before skimming below it.

  “Just a little bit wet.” He was holding her ankle in one of his hands, his thumb slid over her heel. “We can change that, right?”

  “Yes,” she answered and let her head fall back onto the couch cushion.

  The feel of his tongue between her legs closed her eyes and parted her mouth.

  Lyndie shivered as she felt his tongue ring against her again.

  It was different from the first time. The only thing gentle was his hand curving against her where her hip and thigh met.

  Her raspy cry cut the air as he used deliberate strokes of his tongue to massage the sides of her clit. His soft lips occasionally grazed her inner flesh as he did it.

  It didn’t take long for the response to spill out of her body and that Noa laved on it. The weight of his head added pressure to the touch and all Lyndie could do was continue to cry out.

  Noa slowly licked the entrance to her body, holding her ankle in one hand and her hip in the other.

  “There it is.” She heard him bu
t his mouth was muffled by the flesh he was taking into it.

  He was going to take every drop.

  Lyndie squeezed her eyes shut and felt her toes curl tightly.

  Then his mouth was gone.

  A hard slap hit the side of her ass.

  Her eyes flew open. “Shit.”

  “Up, Wet Little Lyndie.”

  Breath hissed between her teeth and she snapped her thighs closed.

  Her husband was still between her legs but standing now and pulling his shirts over his head.

  Lyndie shut her eyes. “I was really close,” she complained.

  And his slap was stinging now.

  He undid the studded belt at his waist.

  “I know,” was how he chose to answer.

  “We need to go to the bedroom.”

  Lyndie didn’t move.

  Everything on her was either throbbing or aching.

  “I need to carry you?” It wasn’t really a question, maybe an observation.

  Lyndie took her foot and held it against his crotch, letting her heel run over the hard length of it. Noa pressed into it a little bit and she felt another mini shock between her legs.

  When she felt his breath quicken, she pulled her foot back.

  Noa sighed dramatically. “I should have known one day Babygirl would turn into Spoiled Lyndie. I just didn’t think it would be so fast.”

  She opened her mouth to object and found herself being snatched off the couch and tossed over his shoulder.

  “That’s okay, though,” he said. “We’ll work on that too.”

  **

  Noa plopped her forward on the bed, but she braced herself before she fell completely back.

  The bedroom was larger, done in red and white. There might have been a window behind her but the main thing she noticed was the four-poster bed she was at the edge of.

  Two fingers were under her chin, raising it to look up at him.

  “I wanted to get you a pretty room. But this,” he pointed up at the dark metal bars that connected to the posts, “is for me.”

  She stared up at them before meeting his eyes. “Okay.”

  Noa pulled the ribbon out of his front pocket.

  “Can you take these off?” Lyndie reached forward as she asked, placing her hand on the visible erection in his leather pants she couldn’t take her eyes off of.

  Her fingers closed around it a bit and Lyndie felt the throb growing between her legs.

  With some probing, the top button came undone.

  “Lyndie.” Noa wrapped the ribbon around the same wrist and used it to pull her hand back.

  “I was being gentle,” she added.

  She could hear his breath, low, steady.

  His other hand quickly grabbed hers and tied it.

  “Yeah, and what’s behind that button isn’t going to be gentle with you.”

  “I don’t want it to be.”

  Noa raised her arms up, tying them around the top bar of the bed.

  “I’m glad this thing is sturdy,” he observed as he secured the tie.

  Still sitting on the bed with her arms raised up, Lyndie breasts felt even more weighed down.

  “How does it feel?” he asked.

  Lyndie pulled at them, noting there was a little give and that the ribbon was soft and didn’t bite into her skin.

  She didn’t know if it would stay that way though.

  “It’s fine.”

  Noa leaned forward and opened her legs at the knees. “Good.”

  A featherlight kiss was on her chin, then under it before his lips and tongue slid down to the base of her throat. His warm mouth was on her neck as knuckles brushed her nipples.

  “You like tying me up so I can’t touch you?” she managed.

  “I like you being completely vulnerable to me.” He leveled off their eye contact as he answered her, then lowered it again to trail his tongue down the center of her chest. “And I think you like it too,” he added against the wetness on her skin.

  The tip of his tongue skimmed around her navel, and the ends of his hair caressed her thighs as he used his fists to push her knees wide apart.

  And held them there.

  Lyndie’s nails dug into her palm.

  Noa had pulled her clit into his mouth again and gently stroked at it with the point of his tongue.

  Once the shock coiled around her and she realized she couldn’t close her legs, she cursed out loud.

  She pulled at the tie again, whimpering while looking down at the top of Noa’s head shifting between her legs.

  Vulnerable, he said…

  Lyndie’s eyes rolled when he circled the metal ball completely around her clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

  Her lower half twitched and she felt like the nerve endings were going to explode, then his tongue slipped inside her.

  Her ass shifted her against the bed even though she had nowhere to go and her expression twisted like her bound wrists.

  His grip tightened on her when she was out of reach of his mouth.

  He pushed her forward against the sheets and devoured her with his mouth.

  Lyndie’s head dropped back. Noa pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his mouth into her, sucking and licking up every ounce of her.

  “Noa… Noa…” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

  Her hips lifted off the bed as she came into his mouth. Her muscles tightened and she couldn’t move as the orgasm whipped around her along with his tongue.

  Noa’s wicked ring swiped her crying body a few more times.

  “You feel better now?” he asked and his lips covered her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His hands moved over her hips and up her back, stopping below her shoulders.

  Lyndie had no way to respond.

  When Noa released the tie, she fell on her back against the soft bed.

  “You know we’re not done, Mrs. Callas.”

  “I know,” she answered softly against her closed eyes.

  “In order to make the most of the night, I have to make you come the most, and we’re only at one.”

  He was on the side of the bed, and his pants were unzipped.

  She was on the verge of catching her breath and used her words wisely. “You can take everything off but the ring too.”

  Noa tested the top bed post, moving it back and forth.

  At some point tonight, she was going to run her hands over each tattoo, tied or not.

  “You’re cute when you’re bossy, like your dimples.” To her complete delight, he pushed his pants and underwear down, leaving only his ring on just like she asked.

  Lyndie made her way over to him and used her bound wrists to stroke his erection.

  After watching her hand gripping him for a moment, she looked up at him to eye his facial expression.

  “There’s only going to be a few minutes of this.” There was a catch in his voice and she liked it.

  “I could probably do it better if my hands weren’t tied.”

  “But they are,” he countered, letting his eyes wander down her face to her mouth, “and they’re staying that way for the time being.”

  Lyndie bent down to his nipple, licking at the small pebble as the silver ring caressed her tongue. She didn’t know if she’d get another opportunity tonight.

  She heard the smile in his voice. “Me and you are gonna have a nice life together.”

  “I think so too.” He reached for the tie, using it to pull her hands back. She saw a brief flash of his teeth before he did.

  The veins rose out of the top of his hand gripped around the sash.

  “Lay down.”

  She did and he never let go, instead once she was on her back, he tied it to the bedpost at the top of the bed, raising her arms above her head.

  “I know I never told you this, but… your body is just something that needs to be worshiped.” He rounded the bed. “And it always will be from here on in.”

  She knew his words were true and she was re
ady for every second of it.

  The bed moved behind her as he climbed into it. A soft and rough hand smoothed down her thigh and bent it to turn her on her side.

  “Still a perfect bride, you know,” he spoke near her ear.

  “Thank you, Nomad.”

  The same leg he used to turn her he lifted at the knee to enter her.

  “Noa-” Air stopped somewhere in her throat.

  She knew he wouldn’t allow her to lower her leg but fought against him anyway.

  He offered no leeway and just thrust harder into her.

  Lyndie laced her fingers together as the force of his body shifted hers against the bed.

  She was still on edge from her first orgasm and on the verge of having another one.

  “Oh.” She turned her head, trying to bury it into the pillow. “Oh my God.”

  “Give me the second one, Babygirl.” His mouth was on her ear then into the side of her neck. “Come on.” His teeth grazed her skin.

  She knew she wasn’t strong enough to lower her leg from his grip, but her body kept trying.

  “Baby…” She barely recognized her voice. All she knew was where their bodies kept repeatedly joining. Her hands pulled hard at the ribbon, shifting the posts.

  “Shit!” Noa’s curse rang out with her scream. She came again, and this time she convulsed around his cock, still pushing deep inside her. “Take it, Babygirl, come on.”

  The last was muffled as he buried his face deep into her neck.

  Even as she came, he continued giving before finally lowering her leg, and she couldn’t move now even if she wanted.

  “Perfect,” he spoke against her shoulder.

  He gave her a few minutes to rest.

  “You okay?” he asked on his side behind her.

  Lyndie’s long sigh turned into a little chuckle. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

  Noa’s goatee tickled her skin. “We’ll be back in Amber Falls tomorrow.”

  Lyndie turned her head to get a better glimpse of him. “Yeah.”

  Her hands were still tied to the post.

  “I still love you, you know,” he said.

  Lyndie smiled. “I hope it wouldn’t evaporate that quick.”

  “I’ll give you anything you want.” His finger skimmed her lower lip. “I mean it.”

  She closed her eyes briefly, seeing him watching her from her peripheral. “It’s crazy how far you’ve been to somehow end up in our small town.” She licked her lips softly. “But I’m glad you did.”