Soldiers of Chaos- Chaos Abounds: Book 1 in the Soldiers of Chaos series (8 page)

His hand moved to cup her breast his thumb circling her nipple slowly drawing it out. Then his finger joined his thumb and he rolled her hardening nipple between them causing her clit to tingle and her muscles to spasm. He backed away from her slightly and smoothed her lips with his thumb. Then he removed both their shirts. He paused to lightly touch her bruised stomach then returned to his slow loving of her mouth with his. She kept her hands firmly buried in his hair and her eyes closed willing herself not cry. She felt him fidgeting with his jeans then the brush of his naked skin against her bare legs. Then the next thing she knew her panties were gone and Trace's weight was settled firmly between her thighs his hard length brushing against her moist folds. His mouth left hers and she felt his eyes on her face as he positioned himself. "Please baby" he whispered to her his tone pleading with her but she couldn't look at him, she just couldn't. He'd see how fucked up she was on the inside and they'd never let her go, him and Tex, they'd spend the rest of their lives trying to fix her. She didn't want to be weak, weak in this world was the equivalent of dead. He sighed again in defeat and slid into her slowly bringing his mouth back to hers. He worked himself in and out of her in an unhurried pace till the ache between her legs matched the ache in her heart in its intensity. They were both breathing hard and she could feel the sheen of sweat that covered their skin. She was so close to the edge when he whispered her name gently and lovingly against her lips. A tear slid out of her still closed eyes and her body answered his call falling hard over the edge clamping down on his generous length. His own body responded to hers as he thrust hard and deep, groaning quietly into her neck. Before she could collect herself his name slipped past her lips on a sob and Trace's arms immediately slid under and around her crushing her into him. Fuck no.

She drew in a deep breath and squashed those feelings back down inside her. In, out, deep and slow. It was only once she had her shit together that she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Trace's face changed instantly. She knew that look well, regret. She'd closed herself off to him. He squeezed his own eyes shut and dropped his head, when his eyes came back to her he was all business and it was her turn to feel regret. He slid out of her slowly and rolled onto his back next to her. "Tex told me what happened. You gonna tell us who they were?" She stared up at the ceiling alongside him. She shook her head "No." "You gonna tell us where you were exactly not just in town but which club?" "No it's over, taken care of" at least she hoped it was and she had no reason to doubt that Marcus would've dealt with it. "By some guy who stepped in?" she felt his head shift towards her. "Yeah" she turned back to him "I'm fine Trace, I'm alive and kicking. Those guys didn't know who I was and they won't be showing their face on the strip again." Of that she was fucking certain because if she ever saw them again she’d be prepared and she would not be playing nice. He wasn’t as convinced, she could tell and she was revving herself up for a fight, but he just shook his head and pulled her to him. "Go back to sleep you look like you need it." She was sure she did. Nikki curled back into Trace and fell asleep drifting straight back into a repeat of her dream and those green eyes.

1 week later.

Saturday night again and Nikki showered and dressed for a night out short dress and heels, smoky eyes, glossy lips and sexy messy hair. All this was now wasted as she sat in the clubhouse at the bar. Her shoulder was aching from a full on week of work and the reoccurring dreams were keeping her drained and on edge. The tension between the boys and King and Reaper was not improving and something was happening tonight, something serious. Tex and Trace had rolled out with a heap of the other brothers and she wasn’t invited but she wasn’t always. That wasn’t what bothered her. What bothered her was that Tex and Trace who had always been up front with her about club business hadn’t told her shit about it. This alone told her it had something to do with Bridges too. The name did something to her insides. All that ugly dark in her sprang forth whenever she heard it or thought it. She wanted to hurt someone or something. Because of the stuff going on the boys had been scarce so she'd spent more time on the workshop floor with the bikes then she did in the office. Good thing the boys had taught her well. In fact Tex and Trace taught her pretty much everything from how to pull apart and put together a bike, to how to kiss, to how to fight, to how to drink, to how to fuck, to how to shoot. Of course they claimed she had a natural affinity for all those things and she should the shit was in her blood. All of it. Especially the bikes, the kissing, the drinking, the fucking and the shooting. Yeah all of it. She was after all the daughter of a Soldier of Chaos and not just any Soldier, she was Reaper Jones's daughter. He lived and breathed the life, the bikes, the bitches, the crime, the cash but most of all the killing. It was everything to him, so much so that Nikki definitely came somewhere well down the list of his priorities. He’d followed through with the basics when she was young and she’d clung to the hope that the presents and the money were his way of showing he loved her but she was grown now and she figured that shit was obligation and nothing more. Might not have been the worst thing, the guy was not father material. In reality he was scary as shit, not many people crossed the club solely because of the promise of the vengeful hand of Reaper Jones, even the more hard-core members of the club gave him a space that reflected the fear he instilled in others.

So shoulder aching, mind swirling with memories of Sheila's mangled dead body, the feel of being shot and cut, the feeling that filled her as she tortured Roach. Her skin crawled and she knew she needed to get the fuck out of there. The more she sat the more she thought and the more she thought the more she felt and the more she felt the more she longed for something to balance it out, violent things. Over the last week that thought had been accompanied by some other worldly green eyes. But she couldn't escape. The boys were out sorting shit out, and some kinda dangerous shit, without her. So here she was sitting in front of a prospect they'd left behind to babysit her. They hadn't left her unsupervised all week and if it couldn't be one of them poor Brodie got pulled in to watch over her. Did she need that shit? Fuck no, she did not. But she was where she was and the opportunity to disappear hadn't hit yet. Plus she didn't want to get Brodie in trouble. After spending a good portion of the week working in close quarters with him she learned she kinda liked him. He made her laugh a few times with his outrageous flirting and sexual overtones which had caught her off guard. "Hit me" she'd decided that shots were where it was at tonight. "So Brodie when you joined Chaos did ya think you'd be pulling babysitting duty on my ass?" Brodie grinned huge, beautiful white teeth against some gorgeous dark skin and she had to admit given another time and place it would’ve caught her attention. "I didn't know your ass was part of the deal" that grin turned sexy in about 5 seconds flat and she realized that her way out had just presented itself. "It wasn’t but you sit and get on the drink with me and we'll see if I can’t sweeten the deal for you a little" she gave him her best I wanna mount that right there look and his eyes turned real dark and his smile dropped to a smirk.

Several drinks later the tunes were cranking and the sexual tension was crackling. Brodie and Nikki were on the dance floor grinding away arms around each other his lips at her neck her wispy breath in his ear. He had one of her legs wrapped around his hip and he was doing his damnedest to simulate what fucking him would be like with every movement of his hips. It would be damn good, she could tell, but she knew better than to shit where she ate. She wasn’t interested in anything that might’ve been remotely healthy and she did not want to bring a brother even a prospect into that shit. He backed her up to the nearest wall and picked her up both of her legs circling his hips her dress riding up. He ground the bulge in his jeans right into her lace panties growling low in her ear sending a spasm through her pussy and she nearly changed her mind. Then his phone rang. He ignored it. He pressed her into the wall with his body and his hands went up her dress. Then Nikki’s phone rang. She ignored it. He yanked down the cups of her bra freeing her breasts. He took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger rolling them around and her breath hitched. Then his phone rang again. This time he didn't ignore it. He let out a frustrated growl and placed her gently on the floor. He picked up his phone and flipped it open his eyes on Nikki "Yeah...... She's right here." She knew then it was either Tex or Trace checking in on her and that pissed her right off. Time to execute this plan.

She adjusted her bra then slowly removed her dress while Brodie watched his eyes fixed on hers. "We're just having a drink and listening to tunes." Nikki undid her bra holding it to her breasts she removed one arm then the next. "Not gonna happen" his voice was husky and he cleared his throat eyes still on her. Nikki turned giving him her back then held her bra out with one hand dropping it on the floor and heading down the hall to the bedrooms at the back of the clubhouse. "No worries. Nikki's after another drink. See ya later" his phone clicked shut and his footsteps followed her. She headed for the third room on the right. It was her unofficial residence when staying at the club. Inside was a simple set up cupboard, bed and a small ensuite bathroom. Her salvation was in there attached to the bed frame and she was heading straight for it. Nikki flicked off her shoes and in just her panties she headed straight for the bed. Brodie grabbed her waist just as she reached it and twisted Nikki round to face him. He groaned "Fuck you are gorgeous." "And you are wearing too many clothes" she told him. He toed off his boots ripped off his cut and his shirt while she worked his belt and jeans. Brodie pushed her back onto the bed and she slid back into position while he divested himself of the rest of his clothing. Nikki caught a glimpse of his manhood before he climbed over her and god damn if she wasn't impressed and perhaps even a little sorry that she wasn't really gonna take that ride.

He settled between her legs and went straight to work on her nipples his tongue swirling and his mouth sucking. God that's good. Ok head in the game Nikki, head in the game. She pulled his head up and brought his mouth to hers. Then she rolled into him pushing him onto his back grabbing his hands and placing them either side of his head. Now for the tricky part. She kept her arm positioned against his hand and stretched out her fingers curling around cold metal. The clicking sound of the cuff closing over Brodie’s wrist spelled victory. She pulled away from him sitting up. His eyes flicked to the cuff then back to her face his gaze was hot enough to melt rock. Poor Brodie. Nikki threw her leg back off him and his face changed instantly as he realized what she'd done. "Nikki?" his eyes went fierce with anger "Uncuff me now." So not happening. "Sorry Brodie not gonna happen. I'm sick of this bullshit. I’m out." He went straight for a low blow "That worked out real well for you last weekend didn't it." The look she shot him was darker than midnight and he frowned at her. "Look Nikki just let me go and I’ll take you out wherever you wanna go we'll have some fun yeah?" Right, fun. She didn’t need fun, she needed destructive "No Brodie." "You're gonna regret this Nikki." She glanced down at his naked body and sighed "I'm pretty sure I already do." At that some of the anger left his eyes but she was done worrying about it. She left the room sliding back into her clothes. She grabbed the Mustang’s keys from behind the bar and headed out the door.

Tex stood around the truck in the warehouse yard surveying the area around him. It was dark, the glaring orange lights of the yard glinted off the chrome bull bar of the truck irritating him every time he looked at it. He could've been out with Nikki throwing back drinks and grinding on the dance floor, hiding in a dark corner of some seedy club his hands up her dress his tongue down her throat. He got hard just thinking about her. Who was he kidding with the just? He never just thought about that girl. He'd seen the dress and heels they'd left her in, they screamed at him to take her right there in the clubhouse. He'd watched her swallow hard when she caught his gaze then she'd very quickly avoided it. He'd wanted to get to the bottom of that shit, the shit that was going on in her head, as much as he wanted to bottom out inside her. Instead a last minute call from King had him and Trace pulling escort duty on this shipment. The truck was fully loaded now with their latest shipment to go north. They had an hours ride to get the shipment from the depot to the property where they stored it. The drive was a winding route through back streets and lonely dirt roads. They tried to change it up so they never went the same route never the same time. He looked around at the unusually large contingent they had travelling with this load. There were two vans that would hold three brothers each and four of them riding bikes. Normally they'd have a van with a few guys in it pulling up the rear then a couple of brothers on bikes taking point. The last shipment picked up a tail. The bikes had dropped back to do some recon on the car tailing them and it had run. They peeled out after it and left the van to follow the truck. They lost the tail car and so they had no concrete idea who the hell was scoping them out. Tex had an idea about that though, Bridges.

He felt it in his bones. There was more shit at play here than they knew about. What happened to Sheila and Nikki that shit didn't sit right and it wasn't cos they hurt Nikki. It just didn't make sense. Why would Reaper and King take that course of action without bringing it to the table or even warning them that they might cop heat? Why the hell would they pick Sheila as the target for retaliation? It was clear to everyone and anyone she had fuck all to do with the club in fact she was lucky MC hadn't put a bullet in her themselves given the shit she put Nikki through. Then there was the small question as to whether it was Bridges at all. Tex didn't have that doubt but King still did. It just felt wrong. The only one who knew the answer to those questions was Bridges. And getting to him was nearly impossible. Not just because King didn't want them stirring that hornet's nest without concrete evidence but because the guy had his shit locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Tex was stuck between his need to pursue the bastard behind hurting Nikki and his loyalty to his Pres. Trace jogged over to him "We're good to go." Tex ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh "You checked in with Nikki?" "Yeah she and Brodie are apparently having a drink and listening to music." Tex shook his head "In other words she's getting smashed and dirty dancing and he's eye fucking her." Trace grinned "He certainly sounded distracted." The thought of Nikki in that tiny dress and those sky high heels swaying and gyrating suggestively had his cock throbbing again. He would beat the shit out of Brodie if he laid one finger on her. "Right let's get this shit done."