NOMADS The Box Set

by Erin Trejo

  “Do you realize the power that you have over me?” I ask throwing his question back at him as he smiles.

  He leans down to brush his lips over mine. His kiss is slow and passionate. I can feel that his cock is hard and ready for me when I lift my leg and hook it around his hip. He moans and slowly slides inside of me. My hands wrap around his shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. In and out. In and out. My nails skim over his flesh and his groans send me higher.

  “I’ve never fucked anyone without protection Skye,” he whispers as though I needed to hear the words.

  “I trust you,” I tell him.

  “Fuck me.”

  Keaton rolls us over so that I’m on top of him. I’m straddling his hips. I roll my hips and throw my head back as I can feel him so much deeper this way. I don’t know where my head is at, but all I need is to feel him. Nothing else matters to me but Keaton.

  “So fuckin’ sexy,” he says as he wraps his hands around my waist and guides me down.

  I feel so full of him that I never want him to stop. When we hear the shots fired we both jolt. I climb off of him quickly as a little scream escapes my throat. Keaton’s on his feet pulling his clothes on in record time. His bare chest glistens with sweat and if I didn’t’ hear the sound of gunshots I would lick every drop off of him.

  “Stay the fuck in this room,” he points at me and orders.

  I’m already pulling my clothes back on as he speaks. I’m shaking my head.

  “No way in hell.”

  “Skye,” he snaps.

  “You might as well kill me to keep me in here. I’m coming with you.”

  71

  Keaton

  This girl is fucking stubborn as hell. If I didn’t hear more shots being fired and them getting closer, then I would have spanked her fucking ass. Instead I’m passing her one of my guns and making sure she stays behind me.

  “Don’t make a fuckin’ sound,” I hiss at her.

  She rolls her eyes at me and fuck do I want to be back inside of her. This shit had better be good.

  We creep down the hallway pressing against the wall when we hear it.

  “Oh dear sister.”

  Skye gasps behind me. I turn to look at her and mouth her brother’s name. She nods her head as her face drains of all color. I’m about to shove her back into her room when he rounds the corner.

  “There you are,” he says with a smile on his face and a gun in his hand. It’s aimed at me as he says, “And the pain in the ass that I can’t seem to get rid of.”

  “Why are you doing this Antonio? I told you before that I didn’t want this,” Skye screams next to me.

  The awkward standoff we’re in could easily turn deadly. His gun is aimed at me. My gun is aimed at him. Skye is losing herself in her emotions.

  “Yes, you said that, but dad didn’t seem to agree with you. Everything was for you sister. Everything. Where did I fit in?” he asks stepping a little closer before continuing. “That’s right. I didn’t. I never have because I wasn’t competent enough to take over. At least that’s what dad said before he died.”

  A sob escapes Skye before I can reach her. I pull her into my side and keeping her behind me as much as possible.

  “You killed him?” she asks pulling away from me quickly.

  The gun in her hand points directly at her brother. She’s shaking. Even if she did fire she’s likely to miss.

  “He meant nothing Skye. You know that as well as I do. Now all I need to do is take care of you,” he says as if he’s having a normal brother/sister conversation.

  “You won’t touch her,” I growl.

  His eyes light up with amusement as he looks at me.

  “Bikers. I thought it was amusing that dad would hire such trash and filth to watch over her. You did manage to go slumming a little bit though didn’t you sis?”

  Anger rushes through my veins. The thought of carving his heart out of his chest is flashing before my eyes.

  “He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be. You could have had it all Antonio. I didn’t want it,” Skye yells again.

  “Do you honestly think he would have let me have it with you still alive? He wouldn’t,” he snaps.

  The heat in his eyes is all I need to see. This is going to end badly. He’s unhinged and I’m barely hanging on by a thread.

  “Let’s just handle this quietly shall we? Biker? How much do you want to just walk to the fuck out of here?”

  He must have lost his goddamn mind. His eyes dance over my face before they fall to my chest and back.

  “Oh please. Don’t tell me you actually have feelings for her?”

  When his eyes meet mine he must be able to see the war brewing. I want to lie and say no just to keep her safe, but what’s the point?

  “You won’t touch her. You want her? Kill me,” I aim for him head and he aims for my chest.

  We stare each other down and without a second thought I move. I pull the trigger as I shove Skye to the ground. Pain shoots through my body as I slam into the floor. My vision blurs as I try to blink her back view. I can hear Antonio groan from the other side of the room. Skye shoves me off of her and climbs to her feet.

  “Skye,” I call her name as I sit up in a haze.

  The room spins and my stomach rolls. I lean against the wall trying to pull myself up off of the ground. I can hear her walking towards him and my heart races. If anything happens to her I will fucking lose myself.

  “Skye,” I yell again, but she doesn’t answer me.

  All I can hear is her laughing.

  “You tried to have me killed. You blew up my fucking car. What kind of little shit does that? What kind of brother are you?”

  Her scream echoes through the otherwise quiet hallway.

  “Fuck… fuck you. I hate… hated you. Never wanted… a… sister.”

  I can hear Antonio gasp as he says the words.

  “Well, I wanted a brother. I thought you loved me. You helped me get away from all of this, but now I see that it was all just part of your plan. You never gave a damn about me.”

  My vision finally clears enough that I can turn my head to look at her. She stands over him with the gun pointed at his chest. Her hands are surprisingly not shaky now. Her face is fierce. I shove up and hold the bullet hole that is in my chest and walk over to her.

  “Skye give me the gun,” I tell her but she shakes her head.

  “How could you? You helped me Antonio. You let me go,” she cries as tears spill down her cheeks.

  My chest clenches. I hate that she has to do this, see this, and most of all feel this.

  “Kill… me…” he rasps with a smirk on his face.

  He’s dying anyway. I can see the amount of blood he’s lost on the floor pooled around him. She holds the gun steady and raises it to his head. My heart lurches. She can’t kill him. I won’t let her.

  I slowly move toward and place my hand on her shoulder. She takes a deep breath as if she’s been holding it in this whole time.

  “Don’t do it Skye. You’re lettin’ him turn you into everything you ran away from. That’s the person you never wanted to be. Don’t do it.”

  My hand tightens on her shoulder as her body slowly begins to tremble. Her sobs come freely and her hand begins to shake.

  “He killed my dad. He tried to kill me,” she screams breaking my heart a little more than it already is.

  “I know, but you aren’t like them. You’re better than this. Don’t let him change you,” I’m practically begging her.

  I need her to hear me. She lowers the gun and cries. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her into my side.

  “Coward,” he hisses from his place on the floor.

  I raise my gun and aim it at his head as his nearly lifeless eye stare into mine.

  I smirk and say, “She’s the best person I know. Me on the other hand, I’m a killer. I always have been. No reason to taint her soul when mine is already black.”

  I pu
ll the trigger and his blood splatters. Skye cries into my side. Her body is shaking.

  “Skye?”

  When I hear him call her name we both jolt.

  “Dad?”

  She pulls away from me and runs toward the end of the hallway. I’m right behind her although not as fast as I’d like to be. Having a bullet in your body really pulls the energy out of you. I step around the corner and find Skye on her knees next to her dad. My breathing is coming heavier and heavier as I try to focus.

  “You okay?” he asks breathlessly as he glares up at her.

  She nods her head and her long, dark hair falls around her shoulders. I can hear sirens in the distance, but I can’t stop looking at the perfect scene in front of me.

  She leans down and hugs her dad tight. A sense of peace engulfs me as I stumble back and hit the wall. I slide to the floor. The blood loss is causing me to be weaker than I am. My vision blurs once again.

  “Keaton,” Skye screams.

  I feel her hands on my neck and see her eyes burning into mine. I give her a slight grin before everything slips into darkness.

  72

  Skye

  “This is stupid. I’m not even the one that got shot,” I snap as I look over at him.

  “So?”

  “So? So why am I being punished?”

  Anger works its way through me as I glare at him. He chuckles and shakes his head.

  “You just can’t wait, can you?” he asks in that damn sexy tone of his.

  I hate that he can make my body react to him with just the sound of his voice. I want to choke him, but I don’t. I love the asshole too much.

  We’ve been at his house in South Carolina for a few months now. I love it here. I thought that I liked Georgia, but being this close to the beach and being able to hear the waves crashing against the shore at night just calms me.

  After dad died there wasn’t much left for us to do. I thought about sticking around, but for what? Everyone was gone and I had to move on with my life.

  My life with Keaton. I’ve always known that.

  “The doctor said that I needed to heal and rest,” Keaton teases.

  I giggle as I lay down. I rest my head on his chest as the sun beats down on us as we watch the water.

  “I need you Keaton. I’ll do all the work.”

  “You’re such a fuckin’ hornball. Do you ever not want my cock?” he teases me.

  “Well, I remember that one time you were being an asshole and I didn’t want it.”

  “Lies. All lies. Why are you always lyin’? If you really want this cock, then ride it and make it quick. Brick, Ruby, and Davis will be here soon and I’m pretty sure they don’t want to see my cock,” he says playfully.

  “Fine. I’ll just wait then.”

  “You know I love you, right?” he asks.

  I look up at him and nod my head. My chin is resting on his chest.

  “I love you too.”

  “I wanted to ask you somethin’. I know we talked about kids and all that shit, but we never really talked about it. You still want kids Skye?”

  I know why he’s asking me. After what happened with my dad and brother I sort of got lost in myself for a bit. I hated the thought of having kids and then having something happen to one of us. It took me some time to get over that and I’m still not sure that I fully am.

  “I hate the things that wander around in my head Keaton. I don’t my kids to ever have to feel what it’s like to lose a parent. That’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

  Keaton nods and leans forward to press his lips into mine.

  “I get it. I’m okay with whatever you want babe.”

  “I want you,” I whisper.

  I sit up, pull his shorts down his thighs, and pull mine completely off. Keaton watches me with fire in his eyes. I straddle him and slowly lower myself down his length. I close my eyes as pure sensation washes over me.

  “Skye,” he says in a warning tone.

  “Trust me Keaton,” I whisper.

  I open my eyes and smile down at him.

  “Fuck me,” he grumbles as I roll my hips to take him deeper.

  Everything in our world is perfect. The enemy is gone and we’re together. I don’t know how long Keaton will be happy just being here with me.

  At some point I will have to face the reality that he might want to go back on the road, and I will adjust to that. I haven’t told him yet, but the thought of traveling the world on the back of his bike is exciting, but for now I just want to be here with him. Right here in his arms.

  “Harder babe,” he growls shoving me down his length with his good arm.

  “Oh just fuckin’ kill me.”

  Keaton and I both laugh when we hear Brick’s voice. This is it. This is us. As much as I’d like to kill Keaton at times, I always trust him.

  And of course he can fuck me like a champ.

  The end.

  BOOK 4

  RUN TO ME

  73

  Lynx

  She’s more than just a friend. We both know it. I watch her smile while we’re out with our friends, although I know that smile is forced. Inside, she’s slowly dying. She’s slipping through the cracks of a fucked-up legal system. They claimed to not see it, but I do. Every time she climbs in my bedroom window. Every time she cries in my arms. Every time I slip inside of her. I never knew that someone could become such an important part of my life but she is. Harper Gemston. She is everything yet doesn’t know it.

  “You gonna stare at the bitch all night?” I cringe when my dad says the word.

  “Watch your mouth, old man,” I growl low in my throat. I hate when he gets like this. It pisses me off. In seconds, he has my cut bunched in his hands, slamming me against the side of the clubhouse.

  “Watch yours, boy. You know who the fuck I am or do I need to remind you?” His eyes burn holes through me. He wants to fuck my world up and I may let him. My life is complicated. I don’t care what happens to me most days. I hate this place, this club. I want nothing more to do with them, but I grew up here. How the hell do you get away from that? The only family you’ve ever known.

  “You keep puttin’ your hands on me and we’re gonna have problems,” I grunt.

  “You two knock it off. I don’t know what the problem is between you but it needs to stop,” Vic, our VP, snaps at us. My dad chuckles and backs away, lowering his hands. He sneers in my direction before storming back inside.

  “What is with the two of you?” Vic asks as I pull out a cigarette and light it up.

  “Who the hell knows? He never has liked me.”

  “You’re his kid. He has to like you,” he adds.

  “Like fuck. He thinks I’m the reason mom’s dead. Always has. You of all people should know that, brother. Don’t matter now, right?”

  He cocks his head to study me, wondering where I’m going with this.

  “Meanin’?”

  “Meanin’ I put in for Nomad status. I want out of this shit. I want away from him.”

  “Jesus Christ, Lynx! You think he’s really gonna let that go through?”

  “That’s what I got you for! Make him let it go through, Vic! It’s either that or we’re gonna end up killin’ each other one day and you know it,” I hiss. We all know it. It’s in the air. Like a fucking chill that you can’t shake. We all know it’s inevitable. Vic runs his hand through his shaggy hair as he watches me.

  “This is gonna turn into a shit show, Lynx.”

  “I know that. Just do what you gotta do, brother,” I tell him before moving toward her. She doesn’t look up, not until I’m almost on top of her. Her head turns, her long red hair falling over her shoulder. Her eyes lock with mine and the air is sucked from my lungs. God, this woman is perfect.

  “You okay?” she asks sweetly.

  My heart pounds in my chest. This is what she does to me. I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. She tastes like home. Everything about her screams it.

  “No.
I just…I just need you, Harper.” Her eyes sparkle as she smiles up at me. If it wasn’t for her, I would have left this place a long time ago, but she needs me as much as I need her.

  “Come on,” she says, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the side of the clubhouse and back through the tree line. Once we reach her favorite spot, she pulls me against her. Her lips claim mine, and for once in my life, I give into her. I let her take control. My lips slowly caress hers as she moans and pants. Her body is pressed against mine.

  “Happy Birthday, Lynx,” she whispers before stepping back. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small box, holding it out to me. I smirk at her, reaching for it.

  “You didn’t have to get me anything, Harper. You’re all I want,” I remind her, watching her cheeks turn pink. She’s pure perfection in her own fucked-up way.

  “I know. Open it,” she urges.

  I shake my head and pull the tiny bow off before pulling the lid from the box. My heart beats a little faster as I look at it. A necklace with a motorcycle hanging from it.

  “Harper.”

  “Flip it over,” she says softly.

  I lift the charm in my fingers and flip it over. Inscribed on the back it says, With you always. I bring my eyes back up to meet hers and I lose myself. Right there in her green eyes, I lose me. No one has ever given a shit about me the way she does. I reach for her, holding her around the back of her neck, dragging her lips to mine. This kiss is heated but also gentle.

  “Thank you, Harper.”

  “I’ll always be with you, Lynx.”

  I sigh, knowing the truth. She’s mine and always will be.

  “What do you see in the future?” she asks, intertwining our fingers. I lick my lips and give her all my honesty.

  “You. Us. I see us.”

  74

  Harper

  Lightness settles in my chest. Lynx is everything I could ever want. His way of life is scary at times, but I’ve known him for years. He isn’t as bad as everyone thinks. He does what he has to do in order to stay alive. We all do.