Tripping Nitro (Charon MC, #6)

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by Khloe Wren


  “Okay, I can figure out most of those jobs, but what does a sergeant-at-arms do?”

  “I’m basically responsible for the safety and security of the club―”

  “Whoa. Wait, you’re the sergeant-at-arms?”

  I grinned at her. “Yeah, baby. Scout’s the president, Bulldog is the VP, Keys is the secretary, Arrow the treasurer, and I’m the road captain and SAA.”

  She looked impressed, and I had to admit, it did wonders for my ego and pride.

  “So you’re basically the cop of the Charons?”

  And just like that, my glow was dimmed. “I wouldn’t say it like that. Ever. Please don’t tell people I’m a cop. MCs don’t like cops as a general rule, probably got something to do with the fact we don’t always play within the law.”

  She came up to my front and wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t need to defend your distrust of cops to me, Nitro. Trust me, after all these years of them ignoring me when I’ve needed their help, I’m not exactly a huge fan of law enforcement myself.”

  I held her a little tighter at her words. I couldn’t believe the cops had been so dismissive of her case.

  “We do have friends down here at the local station that we call on when we need to. I might reach out, or get Scout, to ask if they know why your reports were discarded so quickly. Something smells about that situation, and it might help pinpoint who is after you.”

  “I had wondered over the years if my stalker was a cop.”

  I nodded and pulled my phone out to text Keys. “I’ll tell Keys to look at any police who shifted from Bridgewater to Houston around the time you left.”

  With a strained smile and a sigh, she pushed away from me.

  “Show me the rest of this place?”

  Following her lead, I let the subject drop for now. I took her hand and led her out into the backyard.

  “Here’s where we spend a lot of evenings. We get the bonfire going and sit back and relax. We’re planning on building a cubby and some play equipment over there now that we’ve got more kids coming along.”

  It felt like a damn baby boom in the club lately. Had to be something in the water. I tightened my arm around her waist. I’d taken her bareback and she could be pregnant right this moment. That fact had me grinning like a fool. Creating a life together would be the ultimate bond between us.

  “What’s that look for?”

  Her tone was more than a little suspicious.

  “Nothing at all, babe. Just feeling good.”

  Feeling in the mood for a little fun and games, I grabbed her and tossed her over my shoulder, ignoring her shriek, and gave her ass a slap as I carried her inside, then upstairs to the bedrooms. Knowing the door would be unlocked from Keg coming up earlier, I pushed my way in and kicked the door shut behind me, being careful not to let it hit Cin. After giving her ass another tap, I set her on her feet. Then, before she could open her mouth, I wrapped my palm around the back of her neck and slammed my mouth over hers.

  Whenever I was anywhere near Cin, my cock was on alert, but right now it was fucking hard enough to pound nails. With my free hand, I pulled down the zipper on her jacket and started to shove it over her shoulders. She followed my lead and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Breaking the kiss, I made fast work of stripping her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.”

  Cupping her breasts in my palms, I alternated between kneading them and tweaking her hard little nipples until she was squirming for me.

  “You’ll be my old lady, won’t you, Cin?”

  She groaned and wrapped her fingers around each of my forearms, but when she didn’t try to push me away, I kept tormenting her body.

  “Tell me yes, babe. Say you’ll be mine.”

  Arching her back so her breasts pushed further into my palms she moaned before licking her lips, and with hooded eyes, looked up at me.

  “I’ve always been yours, Johnny.”

  With a broad grin stretching my lips, I gave her nipples one last tweak before I reached past her to grab her cut off the chair there. I slipped it up one arm and with a gasp, Cin froze for half a second before she moved to help me slide it on her fully. Once it was sitting as it should, I took a step back, and wanted to take a fucking photo.

  “Fuck me, babe. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Biker boots, tight as fuck jeans and my property patch were the only things covering her sexy body. My cock was throbbing with want now and I made fast work of stripping out of my own clothes as she stood there running her hands over her new cut. Since she was so focused on her cut, and not me, she didn’t realize I’d stripped until I stepped up close to her, making her jump.

  “Need to be inside you more than I need to breathe, babe.”

  As fast as I could, I had her jeans unbuttoned and shoved down over her hips, her lacy panties going the same way. Leaning her over the bed, I ran my fingers over her slit, testing to see if she was as desperate for me as I was for her.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet. You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

  “Uh huh.”

  Pulling my hand away, I lined up my cock and slammed home, groaning when her channel clenched hard around me. With her jeans holding her legs together, she was tighter and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last long, especially when I looked up to see the back of her cut. “Property of” was written on the top rocker, while “Nitro” was written on the bottom one. And it had my cock jerking, on the verge of coming already, seeing her wearing my property patch.

  “Love you, Cindy.”

  I paused for a moment to lean down and nip at her shoulder before I kissed the same spot. Wrapping her braid around my hand, I tilted her head and took her mouth, dancing my tongue with hers, letting my body cool off just a touch. Once I felt more in control, and didn’t think I was going to blow any second, I released her mouth, and ran a palm over her hip and up her torso. When it was resting between her breasts, I lifted her upper body up so she was kneeling in front of me. She leaned back and wrapped her arms around my head, digging her fingers into my hair. The position had her tits thrust out and the cut fell to the sides, framing them. Lifting my hands, I shoved the leather further out of the way and pinched at her tight, little tips. In response, her body clenched down on mine and I couldn’t hold back a second longer. Shifting my hands to firmly grip her hips, she fell forward onto the bed, putting her hands out to catch herself, as I started a hard fast pace, thrusting deep inside her. She mumbled between her gasps but I didn’t catch any of the words. My mind was spinning as my focus zeroed in on her―on us―on where our bodies were joined.

  Cindy

  Every thrust he made into me had my nipples rubbing against the rough inside of the leather of my cut. He’d worked them into tight little peaks earlier and they were so unbelievably sensitive now every slide of the leather over them sent sparks of arousal through my system. I was going to explode. I tried to hold it off, to prolong the torturous pleasure.

  While Nitro had stripped himself naked, he’d been too impatient to strip me completely. The moment he’d shoved down my pants and spun me around, I’d gotten slick for him. His desperation for me was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced. His tight grip on my hips didn’t allow me to move much from the waist down, but my hands were free. As I spiraled closer to the edge, I tightened my hold on the bedding as my body burned hotter.

  “Please, Johnny...”

  “What, babe? What do you need?”

  I couldn’t form words anymore, all I could do was whimper as I sat right on the edge. With a low chuckle that sounded more than a touch evil, he moved one hand around until he could reach my clit. A moment later, he flicked it and my orgasm shot off like a fourth of July firework. I screamed out his name as I bucked and came. My vision went white as a strong climax rolled through my body.

  When my mind came back online, I was naked and nestled against an
equally naked Nitro on the bed, his large hands stroking my back and arms as he nuzzled his face against my hair. My hands were pressed against his pecs, and I flexed my fingers for a moment, before I pushed myself away from him a little so I could look up into his face. He was looking down at me with a lazy grin and a spark in his gaze and I realized in that moment how much I loved him. And this wasn’t like the love I’d had for him as a teenager, this was a stronger, more potent kind of love.

  It was a love that scared the shit out of me and froze my tongue when I knew I should tell him how I felt. He’s told me, and it must be hurting him that I haven’t returned the words so far, but I just couldn’t seem to get those three little words to pass my lips yet.

  “Kiss me?”

  “Always.”

  He leaned down and I closed my eyes as his lips brushed against mine, once, twice, then his tongue licked over my lower lip. Opening for him, I moved my tongue so it was dancing with his. Warmth curled through my body until I wriggled against him, feeling his cock harden against my stomach.

  With a groan, he pulled back. “As much as I’d love to stay here all day and keep making love to you, I’ve got to get over to the bar and sort out that paperwork and shit.”

  Since his face was out of my reach, I leaned in and nipped at his chest, before I gave it a lick. He growled, and wrapping my braid around his hand, he pulled my face away from his skin.

  “Feeling frisky today, babe?”

  He bit at my jawline then kissed me hard and fast once more before releasing me and rolling over. He held out a hand to me once he was standing.

  “C’mon, up you get.”

  Taking his hand, I allowed him to help me stand up. Once on my feet, he handed me my panties.

  “No shower?”

  He gave me a slightly feral grin. “I’m feeling a little possessive right now and like the idea of knowing you’re wearing me on your skin.”

  I rolled my eyes, but slipped my panties on. He’d obviously cleaned me up while I’d still been out of it, so it was just a little sweat. I got a lot sweatier at a derby game, so didn’t have an issue letting Nitro have this one.

  Within ten minutes we were both fully dressed and heading back downstairs. As we walked through the main room, I pressed my nose to my shoulder and inhaled against the leather. Hmmm, always did love that smell. Back out by the bikes, Nitro took my jacket and packed it away in one of the saddle bags while I attempted to get the helmet strap done up. It was harder than it looked without being able to see what I was doing, especially since it was a completely different buckle from my derby helmet, but I got it sorted by the time Nitro was ready to go.

  He’d rolled his bike out of the line-up so I had more space to hop on. With a hand on his shoulder, I put my foot on the peg and lifting myself up, settled on the warm seat behind him. The sun had heated up the leather of the seat and it was warm enough I could feel the heat through my jeans. The moment I had my palms up under the front of his shirt, he revved the engine and took off, with two other bikes following behind us.

  A few minutes later he pulled up in front of a café. I couldn’t see anything that looked like a bar near it and I frowned as I swung my leg over the back of the bike and dismounted as the two bikes with us pulled up beside us.

  “This isn’t the bar.”

  He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a quick kiss.

  “Nope, it’s not the bar. Figured we’d make a pit stop to grab something to eat before we head over to Styxx. This is Marie’s Cafe. Marie is Scout’s old lady, and there’s always a few of the Charons in here. Especially now she’s pregnant.”

  That had me pausing in my steps. Scout had looked to be old enough to be a grandparent, not a father. How old was Marie?

  “Don’t look like that. Their story isn’t so different from ours, but Marie didn’t run off. It was Scout who emotionally abandoned Marie, even though neither of them ever actually left town. Thankfully, they finally got their shit together and now they’re happily married with an adopted daughter and another child on the way. You’ll like Marie.”

  Mac slapped Nitro on the shoulder as he walked past us.

  “Yep, only took them, what? Twenty years to stop torturing themselves. My old lady, Zara, works here as well. And my little lady should be in here too.”

  Nitro guided me through the door before I could respond to Mac and I found myself in a cozy looking cafe.

  “Dada dada!”

  “Hey there, baby girl, I’m coming for you.”

  There was a playpen in the corner that held a young girl bouncing on her butt, reaching out toward Mac as he walked over to her. The second he was close enough, he scooped her up and she squealed in delight.

  “Already a daddy’s girl that one. Hi! I’m Zara, Mac’s old lady and that one’s momma. You must be Cindy.”

  I glared over at Nitro for a moment, without much heat. “Does everyone in Bridgewater know my name?”

  He looked a little sheepish, but it was Zara who laughed and answered my question.

  “Can nearly guarantee everyone in the club does. You’ll discover, Cindy, nothing spreads quite like a rumor in an MC.”

  Mac came over to us with his daughter bouncing in his arms and jabbering away in baby talk. He leaned over and gave Zara a kiss.

  “Hey, babe, she been behaving herself?”

  Zara laughed again. “As much as she ever does. Little spitfire, that’s what you are, aren’t you, Cleo?”

  She grinned over at her mother like she was an angel, but you could see it in her eyes she had a spark in her that I was sure meant she tested her parents constantly.

  Zara clapped her hands. “Right, well, ya’ll find a table and I’ll bring over a round of coffee. Did you want anything else?”

  “A couple slices of whatever pie Marie has going would be great. Gotta introduce Cin to Marie’s Cafe properly.”

  With a shake of her head and another chuckle, Zara headed off to the counter as Nitro guided me over to the table nearest the playpen. Mac came with us and the closer we got, the louder Cleo got.

  “Whoa, baby girl. I’m not putting you down.”

  It wasn’t until he sat with her sitting on his lap that she settled down. Clearly she really didn’t want to go back into the playpen if her daddy was around.

  “She knows what she wants, huh?”

  Mac grimaced a little. “You could say that. This one is gonna keep us on our toes, that’s for sure. Only six months old and already trying to rule the world.”

  A pang of envy hit me as I watched Mac lean over and grab a toy zebra out of the pen and hand it to his daughter. What kind of father would Nitro be? Would he be attentive like Mac was? There was something about watching the big, tough biker being so sweet with his daughter that had me wishing for things I wasn’t sure would ever be possible. We’d had unprotected sex again today, but even if I did manage to become pregnant, I had no idea what my stalker would do about it. Would he finally come after me? Try to hurt the baby? Or would he come for Nitro?

  My stomach rolled and when Zara slid a large slice of apple pie in front of me, I winced, not sure I could stomach even a mouthful of it, even though it looked and smelled delicious. The moment she’d set my coffee down, I dumped some sugar and cream in, gave it a quick stir then lifted it to take a mouthful. The brew helped settle my stomach but the nasty feeling of what my stalker could do to hurt Nitro or me remained in the back of my mind.

  Chapter 11

  Nitro

  Something about little Cleo had set off Cindy in a big way. I saw her shut down and pull away as she watched Mac playing with his daughter. Did she realize I’d taken her again earlier without a condom? We really needed to have another conversation about that. She’d passed it off as no big deal after the first time, but I was starting to think that wasn’t truly how she felt. I let her be while Zara delivered the pie and coffee, and frowned when she jumped on the dark brew like she needed it more than air. Mac caught
my gaze and raised an eyebrow, I shrugged in response. I had no clue what was up.

  “Well, Miss Cleo, let’s go see if we can find something for you to eat that won’t make as much mess as a piece of pie will. Maybe find Gramma so she can come meet Cindy.”

  I appreciated him giving me a moment, especially when Cindy didn’t seem to notice them getting up and walking away. I reached out and stroked my knuckles down her cheek.

  “Cin? What’s up? Talk to me.”

  She blinked a few times as she took another mouthful of coffee, then after carefully placing the cup down she turned to face me, and the devastation in her gaze hit me like a punch to the gut.

  “What if you’ve gotten me pregnant? What will my damn stalker do when he finds out? Will that be what sets him off and makes him come after me to hurt me? Or you? Will he do something like make you wreck on your bike?” She shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “I can’t lose―”

  Her voice broke and she covered her mouth with her hand. I scooted my chair back and pulled her into my lap so I could cuddle her in against me.

  “Even if you’re already pregnant, we’re going to deal with this fucker before you start showing enough for him to know what’s going on. I’ll keep you safe, Cindy. And I’ll keep myself safe. I’m not a teenager anymore, I’m a fully trained SEAL, baby. We don’t go down so easy. And you? You’re a fucking roller derby girl. I’ve seen how rough that shit gets. You won’t go down without a fight, either.”

  I hated that she was so skittish, but I couldn’t blame her. I’d wondered myself how this bastard would react to finding out she was pregnant, if she was in fact pregnant. He was clearly unstable, and my coming back into her life had rattled him. Burning down Retro Funk was a very impulsive thing to do. I was quite sure it wasn’t a well-thought-out plan, but rather a knee-jerk reaction to finding out I’m still hanging around. Hopefully that meant he made mistakes and we could catch the fucker.

  “How about we start using protection again until we get your stalker dealt with? I want to take away the things that are stressing you out, not add to them.”

 

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