Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) (10 page)

I took my seat on the other side of my father.

“Finally,” Charlie laughed.

“Okay, we have shit going on. The Devil’s MC is quiet, especially after your little run in, Jeremy. Too fucking quiet, if you ask me. We need to tighten security. We did have another chapter spot a few Devil three-piece patches coming over the state border. I am thinking to keep things safe; we keep everything locked up tight. So accommodate yourself for a possible lock down here. With old ladies, kids and all. We aren’t going to risk anything, or anyone.” Everyone nodded in unison.

My father slammed the hammer down on the block. As soon as I opened the door to leave, Nina was right there, trying to make herself look all of a sudden busy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I gripped the back of her arm and pulled her to the side.

“I was seeing if you were done soon. I’m bored.” She popped her gum.

“I don’t want to ever see you by that door again. Got me?” I glared down at her.

“Sure. Do you have a room here?” Christ, could she not get enough of my dick?

“Yeah babe, let’s go.” I escorted her to my room at the clubhouse, passing the back bar where Nicole was serving up a few of the guys. She was leaning over the sink, cleaning glasses. Her long ponytail hung down by her neck, the tips of her hair brushing her cleavage, which was hanging all out in the tank top she wore, swinging open as she moved her arms up and down. As she raised a sudsy hand to wipe her forehead, she looked up at me. Something crossed her face. I wasn’t sure if it was disappointment, hurt, or just plain pissed. Maybe all three, if that was possible. I continued down the hallway with Nina. Wishing she was Nicole.

As soon as I shut the door, Nina had ripped off her skimpy top. Her hot pink lace bra encasing her double D’s soon followed. Nice. She shimmied out of her shorts and matching hot pink thong. After shrugging out of my cut, I removed the rest of my clothes, and I laid out on my bed. Nina crawled up my body, resting her knees between my legs. She sat back on her heels and bent over me, taking my dick into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she cupped my balls with one hand and fisted the shaft of my dick. I gripped her hair as I closed my eyes. Nina relaxed her throat, taking me further into her mouth. She started to hum while she found her rhythm.

“Does that feel good, baby?” She said as she paused, looking up at me from my lap. I gripped her hair and pushed her face back down.

“You know how to suck dick, I’ll give you that,” I chuckled, tucking my hands behind my head.

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed. Shit, I was almost there, and Nina knew it too.

“Shit. Just like that.”

My thighs tensed under her hands. She took me all the way down her throat, and that put me over the edge.

“Fuck, Nicole.” My eyes rolling in the back of my head, starting to shoot my hot cum into her mouth, but Nina abruptly pulled away from me.

“What the fuck!” she yelled, throwing a pillow at my face. I blocked it.

“What! What do you mean, what the fuck?” I yelled at her.

“You son of a bitch!” She put her panties and bra back on.

“What the fuck did I do?” I asked, standing at the bottom of the bed, fucking pissed.

“Oh please, like you don’t know?” She slid on her shorts and grabbed her top, stomping out of the room. I grabbed a pair of briefs, nearly tripping through my doorway, pulling them up.

“Nina!” I yelled after her. She put her arms through her sleeves, and aggressively pulled her tank top down. Once we were out in the common area, everyone heard us yelling and was already awaiting our arrival, Nicole being apart of the crowd.

“You fucking just called me Nicole while I was giving you head!” I halted, speechless. Oh fuck. My eyes shot over to Nicole. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide.

“Ah shit. You know Nina…Nicole…they both start with N.” I scratched the back of my head, shrugging, trying to play that shit off. Nina stormed off to the back bar area.

A couple catcalls rang out, I grinned and shrugged. Turning to walk back to my room, I caught Nicole’s stare, her glare traveling down my torso. I knew if Nicole were even remotely interested in anything, her right eyebrow would raise up. She didn’t notice me watching her as I crossed the room, her eyes following my body’s every move. Come on, baby; get that eyebrow up for me. Two point five seconds later, that perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. Fucking right.

Nicole

Did I just hear that right? He said my name, while getting head from another broad. What a dickhead! I didn’t mean to gawk, but God has blessed said dickhead with a body like Gerard Butler in the movie 300. His tight black boxer briefs encased his cock bulge. Heaven, help me. I eyed his muscular thighs, and his tattoo “Moretti” in script along his lower abdomen. I don’t know why but hearing that he said my name during sex with someone else made me want him, although I really shouldn’t. Motherfucker.

“Stare much?” Jeremy yelled across the room to me.

“You fucking wish. Maybe you should have your club whores put their names on their forehead so you don’t confuse them with me.” He started to walk my way, and I stood my ground.

“Maybe. Maybe I like wishing it was you I was fucking.” His eyes bored down into mine.

Did he just really say that? I was left speechless.

“Nicole, speechless?” He gasped as he put his hand to his mouth, all dramatic.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Rolling my eyes, I went to turn away from him. He grabbed the crook of my arm.

“Ew, don’t fucking touch me. I don’t know where those hands have been.” I stepped away, swatting his tattooed knuckles away from me, resulting in his deep chuckle.

“Unfortunately, they weren’t on you, that much I do know.”

“What is wrong with you?” I eyed him. He’s acting funny. Oh my God, is he flirting? He eyed me up and down.

“Your top is cut too low, don’t wear it at the bar anymore. You’re basically giving these guys a free show.” Okay, back to being a dickhead.

“Yeah, okay. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. They are just tits, it makes no difference. They’re mine to show off as I please.” I crossed my arms.

“Well, someone might get the wrong impression.”

“Like who?”

“Hunter.” Jealous much?

“Well, I’ll have you know Hunter likes my tits just fine.” That did him in. He gripped my upper arm and dragged me down the hallway and toward his room. “I’m not going in there!” I held onto either side of the doorframe.

“Yes, you are. We need to talk.” He pushed my arms down to my sides as he pushed my body into his room with the front of his body. I sucked in a breath as I felt his warm skin make contact with mine. My body was humming. Down, girl.

“What are we talking about exactly?” I gave him an attitude, and I tried to make my feet heavy, so he was having a difficult time forcing me into his room. I eyed the messy bed. Gross.

Jeremy hooked his arm around the front of my abdomen, and pulled me tight against his hard chest. He pushed my ponytail off my neck, and rested his lips on my earlobe. A chill ran down my spine.

“What we are going to talk about is the fact that you think you can just say and do whatever the fuck you want.” His warm breath floated over my ear and neck. I could feel the tiny hairs move off my neck as he talked.

“It’s my mouth, I can say what I want to. It’s my body, I can do what I want with it.” My eyelids drifted closed.

“No. That’s where you’re wrong.” Jeremy’s hand gripped my hip, softly but firmly pressing his fingers into my flesh.

“How so?”

“Let me show you.” His lips made contact with my neck, and my knees went soft. My body slumped against his. I was under his spell. Jeremy spun me around to face him. I felt so small standing so close to his towering body. His body engulfed mine. Jeremy cupped the sides of my hips, and pulled me to him. His hardening cock was obvious as it pressed into my stomach. More like stabbing me.

“Jeremy, I…,” my voice trailed off, and he cupped the side of my neck, his thumb roughly grazing my bottom lip.

“Shut up for once,” Jeremy whispered as he looked down into my eyes. My hands smoothed up the front of his chiseled body. His warm skin was making me melt.  My hands met at the back of his neck. Pressing up onto my tip toes as he pulled me further up his body.

“Think this is a bad idea.” I finished my sentence.

“I don’t give a fuck, Nic.” His lips took mine. Jeremy was hungry for one thing, and it was me. A moan left the back of my throat as Jeremy’s hands roamed my body. His hands caressed my backside, getting his fill.  My mouth parted, allowing him access to me. He playfully licked my tongue, immediately going to my barbell. Then it was like a light bulb went off in my head. My eyes shot open, and I immediately tried to push him away.

“Wait, stop. I can’t do this.” I pulled back away from him. This is getting harder each and every time. God, that’s hard to do when he kisses like that.

“Why not? We’ve been putting off the inevitable, Nic. Let’s fucking do this.” He pressed one hand onto his hip as the other quickly threaded through his dark hair.

“One, you just had some bitch’s mouth on your cock. Two, Hunter. Three, I don’t have a three yet.” I fumbled with my words.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about that bitch, and fuck Hunter. And, until you have a three, I’m taking the lead on this.” Jeremy fisted the front of my tank top and pulled me into him, causing me to stumble into his chest. His handsome face was leaning down toward mine, my eyes closed and my chin tipped upward. Our lips fused together. Fast hard knocks sounded at Jeremy’s door to his bedroom.

“What the fuck?” Jeremy pulled way from me and yelled over my head, holding onto the backs of my arms, ensuring I stayed right where I was.

The door opened and Hunter was standing there. He was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. His eyes dropped to where Jeremy held onto me. Oh fuck.

“Nicole.” He pushed off the wall and walked into Jeremy’s room.

“She’s busy.” Jeremy’s jaw ticked as he rested his hand on my lower back, pulling me tighter to him.

“I was just leaving.” I said, pushing away from Jeremy, he looked down at me with a thick eyebrow cocked.

“The fuck you are.” Jeremy started after me. I held up my hands to back him off and walked to Hunter’s side. I saw Hunter look back over his shoulder as he guided me out of the room with his hand now on my lower back. I knew he was giving Jeremy a dirty ass look. As I always say, fucking pissing contest.

HUNTER

I take my eyes off of her for one damn minute, and he’s got his fucking paws all over her. I led her out back to a picnic table on the patio.

“We need to talk.” She sat on top of the table, dangling her tiny feet. Her trademark outfit of shorts and a burnout tank was so goddamn sexy. Her ombre ponytail hung over her exposed shoulder. Nicole’s blue eyes bored into mine, looking innocent as ever. Oh no, you don’t.

“I know that we do.” She took a deep breath as the breeze drifted by us. She swung her feet while she twisted her ponytail around her finger. Slipping my finger under her chin, I raised it up so that her baby blues met mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Hunter.” Her voice was innocent and small.

“And I don’t want to be hurt, babe. Seeing you two together, makes me want to kill someone. I know I haven’t claimed you as my property. But you and I, we have it all working against us. I can’t even compete with him. I don’t know what you have planned for yourself, but seeing as how he ranks in this MC, I won’t be able to kill him.” I chuckled lightly.

“So, what are you saying? You don’t want me anymore?” Sadness flickered across her face.

“I think the question is, what do you think I’m saying? You saying you want your cake, and to eat it too?” I tugged on her ponytail. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Nicole, it takes a hell of a lot to step down to that prick, let alone to not have you.”

“So that’s it? Him and I, we aren’t meant for each other. It doesn’t make sense,” she protested, hopping down from the table, looking up at me. She was a powerful little thing, and she stood her ground. I’ll give Nicole that much.