Roxy changed Gio, bringing him back to me.
“You see my new shirt, Daddy?” Roxy sang. I looked down at him; he wore a Condemned Angels onesie that had writing on the back that said, “Big Brother.” My eyes shot up to Roxy, and she was beaming ear to fucking ear. Here we go!
“We’re pregnant again?” I laughed while standing up with Gio in my arms.
“Yes, baby, what do you expect when you can’t keep those hands to yourself?” I gave her a slow smile.
“These hands?” I pulled her to my chest, palming her ass- giving it a quick smack. “That’s a two way street you’re traveling down.”
“True.” Roxy bit her full bottom lip, before wrapping her arm around my neck, and the other around my arm holding Gio.
“I fucking love you.” I kissed her hard as Gio started to clap.
JEREMY
After returning to the club for Church, my father and Charlie seemed to be on edge this morning. This should be good.
Moretti, my father, has been the President of the Condemned Angels MC for as long as I can remember. Roxy and I grew up and into this club. Charlie, my Godfather and VP of the MC have been by my father’s side for thirty plus years. We all took our seats around the large oak table.
“We have a fucking problem.” Moretti let out a long breath.
“What is going on?” Chase and Hunter leaned further in on the table.
“The Devil’s MC. I’ve been hearing shit. Ryder’s brother, Jax, is back in town.” The Devil’s MC were right across the state line, in Sand Point, Idaho. Too fucking close to Forks if you ask me.
“So what the fuck do we do?”
“Right now, nothing. Just be on high alert. I’m sure Jax is going to be planning something for us, or me at least, seeing as though I was the one who put a bullet in his brother’s head. No riding out on your own. Make sure you always have a Prospect with you. We can’t afford to take any chances. Even with the patch over- our numbers are strong, but I’m not willing to lose a Brother. We will meet again soon once we have a more detailed plan of what we are going to do. Keep your eyes peeled.” Moretti slammed down the gavel on the block, ending Church.
Sitting at the bar while having a midday beer, Nicole breezed right on in. Fucking wearing her workout gear. Tight ass black spandex shorts and a loose t-shirt that had the arms cut off and either sides cut out so that you could see to the bottom of her ribcage on either of her sides. She ran her hand through her long hair; her glowing tan skin was fucking screaming for me to touch it. Her sports bra was hiding part of a tattoo. What do we have here? I looked away before I found any more interest in where her tat began and ended on her body.
“Hunter, are you ready to go?” She walked up to him as the Prospect at the bar ran an appreciative glance over her toned body.
“Yeah.” He quickly downed the rest of his beer.
“Where are you two headed off to?” Chase raised his eyebrow.“I need a hand with some shit around the studio. New poles are going in and I need some furniture moved around. You want to help?”
“Any half naked chicks swinging around them?” I chimed in.
“Um, no,” she snarled over at me. Giving me that eye roll. For fuck’s sake, I wanted to see those eyes rolling back as I plowed my dick deep into her pussy.
“I can’t, Nic. Roxy is off to our doctor’s appointment today. I have to see how my other bambino is doing.” Chase puffed out his chest, lucky bastard. If he weren’t already set by having the first boy grandchild, he’d score even bigger if their second child was another boy. Should have probably been me bringing in the first grandchild, but what can I say- that shit isn’t in the cards for me.
“Well, let’s go then, Hunter.” She put her aviator sunglasses on. Fuck me, she looked good. All the time she’s been spending outside at my pool has given her a perfect glow on her skin, setting her blue eyes off.
“Alright, hold your horses.” Hunter winked over at me, and started to guide Nicole out of the clubhouse with his hand on her lower back.
“Motherfucker,” I mumbled under my breath. I then thought of our Church meeting and decided it was best I crash their date, I mean help keep watch of their little duo. “Hunter! Wait up.” I trotted over to them.
“You in?” He beamed over at me.
“Yeah. After Church and all…” I trailed off. He gave me a knowing nod and walked Nicole to his truck. I followed in my dark gray Nissan Titan. I just put muddin’ tires on her, so it was an extra hike up to the cabin.
We rode over to Nicole’s studio, Dancing Bare. We hauled out furniture so that the equipment company could come in. One of the installation guys was taking a liking to Nic. He stared at her backside as she squatted down to pack up a box.
“Like what you see?” I walked up behind him and patted his shoulder. Kid looked young, early twenties. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with a woman like Nicole.
“Hell fucking yes. Look at her body, hot as fuck.” He nodded, while he rubbed his hands together. I could see him undressing her with his eyes and I fucking hated it. The grip I had on his shoulder tightened, to the point where I made him wince in pain.
“Do you not see the fucking cut on our backs? She’s property of the Condemned Angels, I suggest you fuck off before you lose those fucking eyes. Don’t ever fucking look at her again. You hear me?”
“Yeah, fuck.” The young guy wriggled out of my grip and made a beeline to their truck.
“Why did you do that?” Nicole straightened her long legs and pushed her hair back over her shoulder.
“Kid was more into your ass than doing his fucking job.” I looked down at her.
“Can you blame him?” She flirted, batting her long ass lashes, smirking up at me.
Before I could answer, Hunter cleared his throat. “Nicole, I have to run. Chase needs a hand. You ready to go?”
“I have to finish up some things here and test the new poles out. Jeremy, you can give me a ride back to my car at the clubhouse, right?”
“Um, yeah. That’s fine.” I looked at my watch then took a seat on the plush purple velvet couch. Hunter eyed me up and down, and then gave Nicole a kiss on the check.
“Call me when you get in, alright?” He moved a strand of hair out of her face.
“Yeah, I will.” Nicole beamed up at him, tugging on Hunter’s wrist. She stood up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. She did that shit because I was right there. Motherfucker! I felt my jaw clench and I looked away to try and keep my temper down. I fucking told her off that day. I swore her out of my life. Of course, I never fucking listen to myself.
After Hunter left, I waited as patiently as I could for Nicole to finish up. She set up her iPhone docking station so that she could play some music. Guns N’ Roses’ “Paradise City” came blaring through those speakers. A smirk played on my lips as I sat up on the couch and rested my elbows on the tops of my knees.
Nicole sauntered up to the pole, and took a high grip and tugged on the pole- testing its durability. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around the pole as she spun around. Her right hand held onto the bar as her body rolled and her left arm reached up over her head and did a slow lasso motion. Nicole kicked her right leg up as her head fell backwards, splaying her hair out behind her. She repeated the same set of moves on the opposite side.
Nicole held on as she scissor- kicked her legs and spun herself around to the front of the pole. The front of her body rolled up against it. She galloped around the thick metal bar to give her enough momentum to spin around it with one hand. Swinging her legs straight out in front of her. Nicole’s right knee hooked around the pole as she spun sitting up. Climbing up the pole she went, locking her legs crossed over each other, then she let go of the bar, letting her arms fall behind her. And my jeans just got tighter. I tried to discretely adjust myself on the couch.
Still hanging upside down, Nicole scooted down so that her fingertips grazed the floor. One of her feet stayed locked behind the pole as the
other fell back to the floor, opening her legs into a split toward the ceiling. Good fucking God! She let her other foot come back to the floor, and she flipped her upper body up so she was sitting on her knees straddling the pole. Nicole swung her head around causing her hair to go wild. I found myself licking my lips.
She held onto the pole while getting to a standing position, she did a series of acrobatic swings. Holding her arms perpendicular to the pole, Nicole straightened out her arms while hooking one of her heels around the bar up over her head. She dropped upside down and downward, almost to the floor. Nicole untangled herself and she slowly crawled up to me on her hands and knees. Coming over to me like she was ready, ready for me to take her.
I grabbed her by the upper arms and brought her to my lap, Nicole immediately straddled me, and it felt like fucking home between her thighs. And fuck, she teased me with those fucking hips. I gripped her hips through her skintight shorts. I knew she could feel what she was doing to me, she felt the bulge in my jeans as she grinded her eager pussy onto me. The song ended and she was out of breath, her hair sticking to the side of her mouth. She moved it away with her finger and looked up into my eyes with that look. I know that look, and I’ve seen it many times before, the look of desire. That same look in her eyes when she told me to take her, take her virginity.
Instinctively, I pulled her further into my lap, so that her hot core was flush against my abdomen. Her small hands braced on my shoulders. Nic’s small gasps encouraged me to go further,as she hasn’t protested yet- and she better not either if she knows what’s fucking good for her. My hands traveled up her back and gripped the nape of her neck. I pulled her face down to mine. I snaked my tongue out to lick her mouth, and Nicole held onto my jawline, while she placed two fingers on my lips.
“I think the poles are good.” I felt her warm breath on my face.
“I’d say so, baby.” She lowered her lips to mine, over her fingers. I felt the edge of her lips graze mine, driving me fucking wild. Gripping her hair, I pulled her face to mine and I kissed the shit out of her mouth. I wasn’t taking it slow with her, it has been years since I had her under me, and I needed her there, now! I flipped Nicole underneath me on the couch; her legs falling open, which allowed me to rest my weight on her. My fingers and palms felt their way around her tight body. I thumbed her shorts, right at the crease of her ass. Sneaking my fingers in there, I came in contact with her damn panties. Pushing them aside, I brushed my fingers over her anxious cunt. A throaty moan left her lips. Teasing her entrance with the tips of my fingers, her hips rocked upwards, my girl’s eager pussy. Just when I thought I had Nicole where I wanted her, was I ever fuckin’ wrong.
“Jeremy…I can’t, we can’t.” Nicole quickly pushed off my chest and struggled to get out from underneath me.
“What are you fucking talking about Nic? This isn’t the first time it’s happened.” I sat back on the couch, and cocked my eyebrow at her.
“I know it isn’t. And you damn well know how that ended up.” Nicole gave me a glare as she adjusted her shorts and stood up. Goddamn, she looked good.
“That was for-fucking-ever ago, Nic. When are you going to grow up? Get past that shit, it’s in the fucking past, okay?” I yelled at her.
“Have you forgotten what you told me?” Her blue eyes went sad.
“No.” I ran my hand through my hair, and then I cupped my chin as I rested my elbows on the tops of my knees. I sat on the couch and watched her face and neck blush. Of course I haven’t forgotten that shit. I told her I fucking loved her, and I still do.
She stood above me with her hands crossed in front of her, waiting for me to say something else, but this conversation was fucking over. Nicole grabbed her purse and I pushed off the couch to stand.
I adjusted my dick, getting ready for blue balls, and followed her as she locked up the studio.
Nicole
Good Lord! I thought to myself as I waited for Jeremy to come out to his truck. The warm summer sun didn’t help with cooling me down any. That was too close. I heard the lock pop up in the truck doors. I promised myself years ago that I would never feel like that for him again. After he hurt me. How can I fucking put that shit on the backburner? I damn near forgot all that shit, as I was about to spring my pussy on him like a damn moth to a flame! I went to reach for the handle but felt him behind me.
“It’s a little higher than the last time you were in here.” I felt his warm breath move the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine. Really, body? Who shivers in the summer? I felt Jeremy gently grip my hips, hauling my ass up into the cabin. His large hand palmed my ass.
“Is that necessary?” I looked over my shoulder, down at his gorgeous face.
“Was that private dance really necessary?” I felt my heart plummet into my stomach. Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed the handle and went to slam the door shut on him, but he stopped it. Before he could say something, we heard a rumble of bikes in the distance, which were getting closer by the second. I unbuckled my seatbelt, hand on the “oh shit” handle, ready to jump down, when Jeremy put his palm up to stop me.
“Jer-” He cut me off, as he listened to the revving pipes. His brows knitted together, and he seemed confused.
“Shh.” He put his finger to his mouth. Right as a bike crew came barreling down the street of my studio, Jeremy quickly swung my legs around the front of the seat and slammed the truck door shut.
I watched from inside the dark tinted glass as five bikers pulled up to Jeremy, all of them were wearing Devil’s MC cuts. Oh fuck. I went to scramble to help him, but Jeremy shot a half look over his shoulder, which told me to stay the fuck put.
The one who got off his bike first was quite good looking. Tall, shaggy ear-length blonde hair that was slicked back; his leather cut showed off his incredible arms and tattooed sleeves. Who was this?
“Jeremy Moretti.” He threw his cigarette butt to the side as he walked up to Jeremy.
“Jax.” Jeremy took his stance by my side of the truck, folding his arms in front of him. I backed further toward the center console as I saw the man eyeing the truck. Holding my breath, hoping that these tinted windows were dark enough. I felt as though he could see right through to me. “Can I help you? You’re a little far from home, aren’t you, boys?” Jeremy asked as he released his arms and put his hands into his front pockets.
“I think you know why we are here.” Oh shit. I scrambled for my purse, but then looked up at the glove box. I opened it to find Jeremy’s .45. Yes, thank you, God. I checked the clip and chamber.
“Nope, couldn’t think of a reason why you’re in Condemned Angel’s territory.” Jeremy sounded confident. He wasn’t backing down. My breathing hitched when the remainder of bikers kicked their foot stands and joined Jax’s side. Jax practically ran up to Jeremy.
“Ryder, that’s why I’m fucking here!” Jax shouted in Jeremy’s face, while his fist pounded down on the door, causing me to yelp. Jax’s head snapped up above Jeremy, I slapped my hand over my mouth. Jax went to reach for the passenger door handle, but Jeremy shoved him away. Five men immediately started towards them. Jax motioned for the other men to back down, pulling a gun on Jeremy. He pointed the barrel of the gun at the same spot where he was shot before, the bullet hole still stood out on his cut.
“Looks like you already pissed someone off here.” Jax pointed to the hole.
“I can’t recall if it was before or after your brother was shot in the fucking head.” Jax hit Jeremy across the mouth with his gun. Jeremy tackled him down to the ground. They were scrambling to get on top of one another. Fists flying. Jax had Jeremy down on his back, his white shirt fisted in his hand. Jax was throwing too many blows to Jeremy’s face, and his bad shoulder. Jeremy groaned and called out in pain. Oh fuck! I kicked open the passenger door and before any of the other club members could react I put the barrel of the gun to the back of Jax’s head. He froze.
I kept two hands on the grip, holding my stance.
“Back the fuck up, motherfucker!”
Jax’s head fell forward with laughter. “You got a bitch backing you up?”
“No, you got a bitch about to fucking empty an entire clip into your skull. So I suggest you back the fuck off him.” I pressed the gun further into his hair, flush against his skull. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins.
“Alright, alright.” Jax threw up his tattooed hands, and turned around. My breath caught as his handsome face looked down my body. His eyes were stunning. Piercing blue eyes. He winked and blew me a kiss. “Let’s go boys. This one is in heat.” Jax and his boys mounted their bikes. “We will be seeing you real soon, Moretti.” They rode off. I kept my gun pointed in their direction, until I felt Jeremy’s hand cover mine on top of the gun.
My chest heaved with jagged, uneven breaths.
“Relax, Nic. They’re gone.” He lowered the gun and took it out of my hands. Jeremy put the safety back on, and tucked the .45 into the back waistband of his jeans.
I went to say something, but my mouth wasn’t working. My arms lowered to my sides and I stared down the street where the Devils’ bikes were parked just seconds before. Jeremy turned me towards him by my shoulders, his mood suddenly changing.
“Do you know who the fuck you just threatened?” He roughly shook me, bringing me back to the current moment.
“What? He had you on the fucking ground, I thought he was going to fucking kill you, Jeremy, and that’s all you have to say?” I looked up into his gray eyes. He was pissed.
“That’s the fucking brother of the President of the Devil’s MC, the same President we fucking killed to get Roxy back.” He shouted in my face.
“No fucking shit!” I yelled back at him, gripped his cut and shoved him away.
“You’re either stupid or fucking crazy doing that shit. You should have just stayed your ass in the fucking truck!” He pointed his hand to where the truck sat.
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