Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) (9 page)

“Nicole!” Roxy yelled down the hall, she must be in my room. The room where I found out my father had killed my mother; he found out that she had been having an affair with the President of a different MC, and that I wasn’t his daughter. He wasn’t my father. After he strangled my mother to death, and made her “disappear” before I got home, he shot himself, in front of me, after his confession.

“Jeremy, the bathroom door is locked.” The door handle jiggled.

“Move!” The door kicked in, and Roxy’s screams and cries filled the bathroom.

Jeremy rushed over to me, checking my pulse.

“Stay with me Nicole.” His voice rang in my head. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, darkness.

He had grabbed the bottle out of my hand, OxyContin. Twenty pills now were on their way to my stomach, hopefully to end my misery and pain. Jeremy performed mouth to mouth on me while Roxy dialed 9-1-1. I’m alive, because Jeremy brought me back.

Nicole

Waking up, I had the worst cottonmouth. Fucking Derrick- I should kick his ass for giving me that shit. I have been clean for years, why I decided to take that was beyond me. Blinking my eyes, I heard a thumping. What the hell? I stilled in bed, trying to make out the sound. Thump, “Oh God, Yes!” Thump, “Right there, Jeremy!”, thump, thump, thump! Oh mother of God. I threw my head back, bunching my pillow up and over my ears. Just when I thought it was over, I released the tension in my muscles, then I heard it… a series of smacks. I wouldn’t have pegged Jeremy for a spanker. A tingling sensation ran through my limbs and straight to my abdomen just thinking about it. This freaking vagina has a mind of its own!

An image of me bent over on Jeremy’s bed while he was handing out lashes with his large calloused hand, making my ass go pink sent a zing straight to my clit. Goddamn it! As much as I hated to admit it, hearing Jeremy’s grunts and groans was turning me on. Shaking the image from my mind, I closed my eyelids. Canceling the noise out of that cunt face, I slipped my hand down the front of my body. Sliding my fingers over my skin, I separated and stretched my legs out. Giving myself enough room to work with. Before I could even give a second thought to it, I licked my lips and went to work.

I felt my dampness on my fingertips, running my middle finger down the center of my wet pussy. Sliding between my folds, I fingered myself, and then spread my wetness onto my clit. I went to work on my aching nub. The louder Jeremy got, the faster I massaged my clit. Clitoral orgasms- my favorite! With my opposite hand pressed down on my abdomen, I pressed my heels deep into the bed, flexing my toes. 

Just as I heard Jeremy’s grunts, my orgasm came over me. My body convulsed around my own hand, my knees clenching together as I rode it out. I didn’t realize the moans that escaped my own mouth. I slapped my hand over my mouth, praying to the Gods I wasn’t heard.

After my muscles relaxed, I let out a satisfied breath, and scurried out of my bed. Glancing in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and eyes a little hazy. Giggling to myself as I put my hair up in a messy bun and headed for the bathroom.

As I was walking down the hallway, Jeremy exited his bedroom, heading toward the bathroom. My eyes slowly traveled up his body. Jeremy was barefoot, a tattoo of a cross was on his right calf, and his black briefs hugged his muscular thighs. An aftershock went straight to my crotch. Clenching my inner walls, I continued my journey up over his very nicely sized package, to his deep v-cuts. Lord, my knees are going weak! I clenched my fists tightly. With a body like his, that should be a crime. Jeremy wore an intricate tattoo sleeve on his left arm, which curved up and over his muscular shoulder.

I watched his traps flex as I bit my bottom lip. His strong square chin was covered in a short, well-groomed goatee. I knew there laid a dimple so deep that I wanted to lick so badly. Finally my eyes met his gray ones, underneath his dark hair and lashes. There he was standing with a satisfied smirk on his face. Fucker. I avoided eye contact as we both were walking down the hallway from either ends, towards the bathroom.

“Nic.” He slowly licked his lips. Hearing him say my name did things to a girl. Things like, making me want to rip our clothing off and jump his bones.

“Jeremy.” I crossed my arms in front of me, covering my nearly exposed ta-tas that were probably visible through my burnout tank. His eyes dropped to my chest, lingering for a while, as if he had x-ray vision.

“My face is up here, you know?” His eyes shot up to mine, and he smiled. That damn smile was going to be the death of me, “By the way, thanks for the lovely wake up call. Real classy, Jer.”

“Anytime, sounds like you enjoyed yourself as well.” He chuckled, adjusting the band of his briefs. I swallowed hard, as my eyes dropped to where his hands were. The outline of his fading hard on was perfectly outlined in the tight material.

“Excuse me?” I tried to act dumb.

“You heard me. I heard you mewling as you were coming, all the way down here.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder towards his bedroom door.

“You must have heard that twat moaning beneath you.”

“Nah, I know your moans anywhere. Sounds like someone’s a little jealous.” He started to walk up to me, and I stood my fucking ground.

“You wish, buddy.” I pushed at his chest with my hand- God, his naked chest felt so good, firm and lickable. Jesus, focus, Nicole!

“Then prove it.” Jeremy tipped his chin towards me.

“Prove what?” I arched an eyebrow at him.

“Prove that you weren’t just getting your fingers wet.” Jeremy backed me up against the wall.

“And, how would I do that?” My head tipped up to keep eye contact.

“Show me your hands.”

“That wouldn’t prove shit. You won’t see anything, if I was even doing anything.” I tried to tuck my hands into my armpits, but Jeremy grabbed my right wrist.

“Oh no, not see. Smell.” He tightened his grip with the last word of his sentence, as if he could read my mind that I was going to attempt to pull away from him. I struggled against him, but he brought my fingers up to his nose, and inhaled. Jeremy’s eyes fell closed, savoring my scent.

“Let go.” I felt my cheeks burn as his eyelids flew back open and up to me. A smile spread across his handsome smug face.

“I fucking knew it.” His victorious smile made butterflies explode in my stomach. I batted at his bare chest, struggling to get my wrist free.

“Fuck off!” I hissed at him. Jeremy held my gaze and he pressed his thumb into my palm, opening my fist. He kept eye contact as he put my fingers in his mouth and tongued off my own juices. I was embarrassed, but oh-fucking-well now. My body was betraying me, feeling his talented tongue move over my fingers. My knees buckled, as I tried to shove him away. Jeremy caught my flying fist, and pulled me to him. I couldn’t tell you who was first to kiss the other. But I was tonguing Jeremy’s mouth, right after he was just fucking some hoe bag down the hall. Realization came over me. I yanked my hand away and shoved Jeremy away from me, slapping him across his face. He laughed and sucked on his fingertips, like he had just enjoyed a scrumptious meal. Well, who needs a fresh pair of panties? Me!

“Just what I remember you tasting like, perfection.” He walked past me into the bathroom. I turned to go back to my room. Slapping my palm against my forehead. Stupid, Nicole, real fucking stupid. I snatched up my towel and again headed for the bathroom, hoping that Mr. Free Sampling was done.

As I reached for the door handle on the bathroom, the door opened inward. The cunt.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Nina stood there staring at me in disbelief, popping out her hip, clutching the towel to her fake ass tits.

“I fucking live here, what are you doing here?”

“I’m with Jeremy, if you couldn’t figure that out already.”

“Obviously, now get the fuck out of my way.” I shoved past her.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” She went to lay her glossy red nails on me.

“Nina!” Jeremy yelled up the stairwell. Her hand stopped mid-air. I’m sure he was standing at the bottom of them to ensure we didn’t claw each other’s eyes out.

“Touch me, and I’ll break you, bitch. Don’t fuck with me. Just know that I’m onto you. ” I slammed the door in her face after making my parting shot.

JEREMY

After my run in with Nicole, I quickly took a piss and made my way to the kitchen- with a big fucking grin on my face. She tends to do that to me. Why I’m trying to make her jealous with Nina, is beyond me. As I spotted my neatly folded cut on the kitchen table, the first thing that caught my eye was my now squeaky-clean patch. Fuck, Nic.

I let out a long breath. If that wasn’t a way to an MC man’s heart, then I don’t know what the fuck is. I looked around the kitchen, spotless as usual. The entire house is always clean. My laundry is always folded and set on my bed; the house always smelling like fucking baked goods or a nice home cooked meal. You would have never guessed that a biker lived here. Chuckling to myself, I took a clean mug out of the dishwasher that I’m sure Nicole set on the four-hour delay last night. Her little habit, always yacking in my ear to conserve energy by running the washers at night. We act like a fucking married couple. Christ. 

Then I heard the footsteps on the ceiling, Nicole was probably headed back to the bathroom. We should fucking talk this shit out. But with Nina here…

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I heard Nina’s whiney voice.

“Oh shit.” I walked to the bottom of the staircase, leaning one arm on the banister and one foot on the bottom step. Waiting for them to settle it out. As soon as the arguing stopped, I figured either they were making out or Nicole was choking Nina out. I chuckled at the latter image.

“Nina!” I called for her. Minutes later, she came downstairs dressed in one of my black t-shirts, which was now knotted on her hip bone, along with the jean cut off shorts she was wearing yesterday.

“Yes?” She put her hair up in one of those messy but cute looks. She sat at the table with a fresh cup of coffee.

“I need to head to the clubhouse, have Church. You hang out and play nice- would you?”

“Sure.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Why does she live with you?” My coffee mug paused at my lips. It’s too fucking early for this shit.

“She’s my kid sister’s best friend. We go way back, alright? She’s here. She stays. Don’t ask again.”

“Whatever. So the clubhouse, who’s all there?” Nina got up, putting her dirty mug into the kitchen sink. She is definitely no Nicole.

“Everyone. Sunday is Church days. Meeting for all of us, MC members only, no associates whatsoever.”

“I see. Well, what are we waiting for?”

Heading into Church, Hunter and I were trying to enter the room at the same time, bumping shoulders. We both stared each other down. This motherfucker. I wanted to smack that stupid smirk he had right off his face.

“You get control of Blondie last night?” He smirked at me. This motherfucker had balls, sidling up next to me. He had an inch or two on me, but I definitely had him in weight.

“You know it, and maybe Nicole too since you so kindly dropped her off.” I couldn’t help myself. That’s when the first punch was thrown. Everyone sitting at the table at Church let us duke it out for a couple of minutes before ripping us off each other.

“You fucking stay away from her,” Hunter yelled, splashing my shirt with red blood.

“If she can keep her paws off me, Brother. She will always choose, come back, and rely on me. Either accept it or move the fuck on, Brother.” We bumped chests.

“She isn’t yours, never was and never will be.”

“Why don’t you let her decide that?” I wiped my busted lip, licking the blood.

“Alright, pissing war is over, let’s fucking go. Take care of this shit another time, son. We have too much shit to cover.” Moretti called order. Hunter and I stared each other down for a few more seconds. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I clenched my fists at my sides, I felt as though the veins in my forearms were about to explode.