Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) (13 page)

I held onto the condom as she raised herself off of me. If she’s going to be mine, I need to make sure she is protected so I can feel her with nothing between us. She headed to the bathroom to clean herself up; I followed. As we completed our nightly routines of getting ready for bed, we both were standing in the hallway; her hand went straight to her hair. I could tell what she was thinking before she even opened her mouth.

“So…” Nicole trailed off.

“So what?” I raised my eyebrow at her.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” She all of a sudden turned from me and started to walk down the hall. Did she really just do that?

“Babe.” Nicole paused and turned on her heel.

“Bedroom is this way.” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder to my room.

“I just figured…” She looked back towards her room.

“Figured what? Get your ass in there before I put you there myself.” Nicole walked up to me with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Figured I wasn’t your property, so I’d sleep in my own bed,” Nicole shrugged as if it were nothing. She has got some fucking balls. The mouth on her, I wanted to do so much to it. Smirking to myself, I ran my hand down the front of my face.

“Fuckin’ women. Then you do what you want.” Turning away from her, I almost made it to the doorway to my room.

“Well, fine then- put it like that. I might wake up in the middle of the night and want to fuck, so I’ll sleep in your bed. Saves me the walk.” She really just said that? Before I could even protest, she whizzed right on by me. Guess she told me.

JEREMY

Waking up this morning, I didn’t know if my body was sore from yesterday’s events at the club house, or from Nicole. Damn nympho. I do believe I have met my match in bed. I felt Nicole roll over and snuggle into my side, her bare leg draping over my thigh. Fuck if this didn’t feel right. I could remember all the nights with Roxy and Nicole as teenagers, having their damn sleepovers, their damn gossip and PJ parties. Yeah, I’ll admit I kept an eye on Nicole. Probably a lot longer than I should have, but fuck, how could I resist her.

I thought back to that one night the girls were at a bonfire.

It was one of the first times Nicole was out since all that shit had gone down with her parents, and her overdose. Nicole’s boyfriend of the time, whatever the fuck his name was, had too much to drink. He forced himself on her, ripping Nicole’s shirt and bra strap in the process. As soon as Roxy called me, I rode my bike faster than the speed of light to find a mascara smeared face Nicole, holding her own hand and the dickhead on the ground. She had decked him, broke his nose and dislocated her pinky finger. She was a fighter. I was fucking proud of her, but after I dragged his ass to the bonfire pit, I grabbed the end of a log that wasn’t fully engulfed and burned the back of his hands. I remember him and the surrounding people screaming for me to stop. I marked him so that every time he saw his hands, he’d think of the time he put his hands on an unwilling girl, he’d remember me, and the promise I made to him,
“If you ever think, look, touch, or talk to Nicole again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

After that little charade, I told Roxy to head home, that I’d take care of this mess and Nic. She left without a second thought. Roxy knew better than to question me. After everyone cleared out from the campsite; there was Nicole, standing there, frozen. She stared at the blood on the dirt, she was quiet. Then those baby blues looked up at me, and I’ll never forget that look in her eyes, desire. I reached down for her fist that she was clenching in her left hand.

“It’s dislocated,” I told her as I inspected her fingers.

“I’d rather that than something else….” She trailed off. I knew she didn’t love the guy, so she must have been talking about her virginity. Thank fucking Jesus. Nicole stepped closer to me; I was still holding onto her. Quickly, I pulled her finger straight. Nicole yelped out and the tears pooled in her eyes. She clasped her hand to her chest, as she stared up at me.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Not just for tonight, Jeremy, but for everything. For saving me, Jer. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” Nicole lowered her hands and took a step closer to me. My breathing deepened. She was stepping into unmarked territory. This was the first time she had ever said anything about that night, which was almost a year before this conversation.

Reaching out, I cupped her soft face, and leaning down I grazed my lips against hers. Then she did it, Nicole popped up onto her tiptoes and kissed me hard. Taking me by fucking surprise, I gripped her hair and broke our connection, the both of us gasping for air.

“Nic, if you don’t stop, I sure as fuck won’t be able to.” I clenched my jaw, praying she wouldn’t stop.

“I don’t want you to stop, ever.” She pulled me down to her, our mouths colliding. That night, I took Nicole down to the riverfront. Under the stars, and in front of God, she gave herself to me. From that fucking moment, Nicole was mine.

Holding her small wrist to my chest, I ran my thumb over the bruises from where she was bound. My jaw clenched. I replayed yesterday’s scene in my mind, over and over again. I could understand Charlie making my decision for me; however, my plan was just to straight up kill Jax. Plain and simple. Fuck no, I wasn’t choosing between my father and Nicole.

What I couldn’t wrap my brain around was how Nicole acted. This was the same girl who held him at gunpoint, was it not? And what was Jax’s original plan that he mentioned? I ran my hand over her temple, smoothing her wild hair away from her angelic face. What did Jax want with her? To get to me? I’ll get to the fucking bottom of this shit. Nicole doesn’t need this. She’s a good girl.

My cell phone was going off, Chase’s name flashing across the screen. I answered it in a whisper, not wanting to wake Nicole.

“Brother?” Chase was making sure I was on the other end. I squeezed my way out from under Nicole, and slid on a pair of briefs before heading downstairs.

“Hey. I take it you two heard?” I walked into the kitchen, and started to make a pot of coffee.

“Yeah, Roxy is a mess. She’s pregnant, man- I can’t stand to see her like this, Jeremy. This is the last thing we fucking need.”

“Fucking-A. We have the services set up for this weekend. There are a lot of chapters coming out this way to say their goodbyes. We need to be on high alert with everyone being here. I don’t fucking like this shit.”

“What do you mean, why such a high alert? What happened with Jax?”

“I…” I trailed off.

“You what? What did you do, Jeremy?”

“I let him go.”

“You did what?” Chase shouted into the receiver. Wincing, I put the phone back to my ear.

“Hear me the fuck out.”

“Hear you out? Do you know how much you’re risking? The club, Roxy, your nephews, Nic, and whoever else that other girl is, if you care about her?”

“Nina apparently is Jax’s sister. Jax has some other reason to be at the clubhouse, but he found Nicole first.  Speaking of her, she is the reason why I couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t let me.”

“Of all people, why would she defend him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think it was so much as defending him than protecting me. Something doesn’t feel right. Nicole isn’t telling me something. I can tell she’s fucking holding back on me.”

“Well, get your shit together, we need to get to the bottom of this shit and you need to be thinking with the right head.”

“Listen, I’ll deal with that shit later, right now I can’t rest until Jax is gone. Permanently. I don’t need him hanging over this club and my family. I will not fucking allow it. After we put Charlie to rest, we ride.”

“I’ll catch up with you later, brother.”

Hanging up the phone, I saw Nicole standing in the doorway, wearing one of my Condemned Angels shirts that I wore to the gym. The sleeves were cut off, and the open sides exposed the curvature of her hips. Her long amazon-woman hair made her look fuckable. I thought by the way she rode my cock last night that shit would have broken off in her. Palming my groin, I saw her biting her bottom lip, as she read my mind. Sauntering up to me, Nicole hooked her pointer finger, motioning for me to come forward.

“Promise me something?”

“Anything.” I gripped her ass, brining her to me.

“Please, leave it alone, Jeremy.” I stepped back from her.

“What did I fucking say last night? It’s MC business, Nicole, something that doesn’t involve you. You’re not my property- so whatever is going through your mind, forget it. God, you’re just as nosey as that bitch, Nina.” I shook my head, turning around- placing my palms on the sink.

“What did you just fucking say to me?” Okay, maybe that was a little harsh, but shit, Nicole needed to back the fuck off.

“You heard me, Nicole. Stay the fuck out of it. I don’t know how else to get it through that skull of yours.” Next thing I knew, Nicole pulled me around by my arm and I caught a right hook on my chin. She ripped my shirt off her body, balled it up, and shoved it against my chest.

“Fuck you, Jeremy!” She turned her back to me, walking away, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer cheeky panties. Rubbing my chin where she just decked me, I felt my dick jump. I think I’m in fucking love.

“You already did!” I yelled after her.

Nicole

Motherfucker! I couldn’t believe he just compared me to her. Slamming the door shut to the bathroom, I shimmied out of my panties and walked into the shower. Images of us from yesterday flashed through my mind. Furious at Jeremy, I grabbed my razor and cream. Quickly lathering my leg, I quickly shaved my legs. Just as I pumped more shaving cream into my palm, I felt a breeze. Trying to ignore him, I went about what I was doing. I felt him against my back.

“Fuck off, Jeremy.”

“Babe, you need to check yourself. If you’re going to be mine, you need to fucking respect me.” This made me laugh out loud.

“Yours? So, now you want me? Scared of actually having an Old Lady who won’t take shit and tell you how it really is without candy coating your dick?” I spun around to him and poked my finger into his muscular pectoral. The shaving cream slid off my wet hand onto his chest, and away with the stream of water. Sweet Jesus, why do men look better when you’re mad at them?

“You keep poking me with that finger, I’m going to find a new home for it.” I cocked my eyebrow up.

Before I could protest, Jeremy took my razor from me, turning me back around, as he pressed himself to my backside. Taking my right hand into his, he guided my hand down the front of my body. Jeremy’s left hand came up and cupped my left breast, thumbing my nipple. It pebbled immediately under his touch. I pushed my ass back into him, feeling his hardening cock against my lower back. A groan at my earlobe encouraged me to push harder against him.

Our hands drifted together towards my aching center. Of course I was ready for him.  As I cupped my own mound, he extended my fingers lower, overlapping his middle finger over mine. Bending over me, he bent his knees to get leverage. Guiding both of our fingers inside of me. My head fell back onto his shoulder. Jeremy kissed that sweet spot on my neck, causing my knees to go weak, and butterflies to bloom in my lower abdomen. As he moved our hands together I rotated my hips against him.

“Nice and wet for me, baby. How you should always be.” Removing both our hands, Jeremy gripped my hair, forcing me to bend forward. Bracing my fingertips on the built-in seat, I rose up onto my tiptoes, allowing him the perfect angle. Hard and fast was Jeremy’s pace this morning, and fuck no, I didn’t mind. Jeremy dug his fingertips into my hips as he pounded his way into me. Water splashed down my back and over my shoulders, my sopping wet hair swung back and forth with Jeremy’s rhythm.

“Right there,” He grunted as I felt him swell inside me. My knuckles turned white from my death grip. Christ, the man could fuck. Looking between my legs, I saw Jeremy go up on his tip-toes, I knew he was there. Pushing my ass into him, I felt him pull me into him as he held still, emptying himself into me. Feeling the warm liquid seep down my leg as Jeremy pulled out of me. I felt empty without him. After I straightened my back, Jeremy was filling his hand with my shaving cream.

“What are you doing?” I tilted my head back under the showerhead.

“Just shut up and turn around.” His empty hand spun my back to his chest. He smoothed the cream onto the flesh above my pussy. Delicately he shaved me, such an intimate gesture that he was showing me. Who knew the big bad biker had a soft side? I peeked over my shoulder to see him in deep concentration. So fucking cute, I cupped the side of his head and gave him a tiny peck on the side of his chin, resulting in a side smirk. Holding in my squeal, I bit my lip and allowed him to finish.