Pulling up to the front of my house, I shut off my bike. The ride was uncomfortable after I got a glimpse of Kadence’s lace covered pussy as she climbed on the back. I’ve been riding with a semi hard-on for the last ten minutes. Kadence sighs and I feel a sense of gratification that she enjoys riding on the back of my Harley.

Getting off my bike, and before helping her off, I move in and crash my greedy mouth to hers. She melts into it as I push past her lips, her taste like a drug that I seem to crave after each hit. Pulling back, I help her off and take the helmet from her head. Snatching her hand, I drag her behind me, in a hurry to fuck her again.

“Let’s go inside,” I say, walking up to the front porch. Unlocking the door, I push her through, impatient to claim her. Slamming the door shut behind me, I spin her to the wall next to us and crash my mouth to hers, my tongue desperate for contact. Her hands come to my belt, just as wild as I am.

My cell rings in my back pocket and I ignore it, hungry for her touch. Pulling my jeans down, she laughs when she sees I’m not wearing any underwear.

“Laughin’ at my cock won’t make it happy,” I warn.

“You want me to kiss it better?” she asks in her husky voice. Her hand wraps around my hard cock, stroking me in her tight grip. My cell sounds again from the floor as she drops to her knees. Fuck.

Trying to block out the ringing phone, I hold my breath as I watch her pink tongue come out. She licks the drop of pre-cum collected at the bulging head of my cock. Jesus, that’s fucking hot.

My cell rings again and I ache at the thought that I might have to end this.

“Fuck, babe, as much as I want that hot little mouth around my dick, I need to get this. It must be urgent if they keep ringing.” Fucking better be or the assholes are gonna pay.

Taking a step back, I watch as her face drops in annoyance. Fuck, I’m with you there.

Picking up my pants, I reach in my back pocket and grab the offending piece-of-shit phone, just as it rings again.

“What?” I snap into the phone. Holding my hand out for Kadence, I pull her up, bringing her to her feet.

“We got problems,” Beau’s tight voice reports.

“Talk to me.”

“We got reports a Molotov went through Ink’s shop window.”

Kadence walks through the hall to the kitchen, and I follow.

“We only just came from there,” I tell him. Thinking back to Kadence standing in the front of the shop only twenty minutes ago.

“Yeah, Sy dropped that woman home, and is on his way back now. Meet you there?”

“Yeah,” I agree before hanging up.

Pissed that this has now ruined my chance of getting blown, I do my belt back up.

“I gotta go.”

“That’s okay. I'll just call a cab,” she tells me, reaching for her purse.

“No, you won’t,” I immediately snap. I need to be careful with my words here, but at the same time, I’m not prepared to get into it about her running again. “You’re gonna stay here and wait till I get back.”

“Nix, it’s fine.”

“Jesus, woman, I gotta deal with club business. I'll be back once I sort it out. Will you just do as you’re told for once?” I can feel myself starting to lose my temper as I watch her try to control hers.

“I’m capable of looking after myself,” she bites back. If I wasn’t worried about the shop, my dick would be coming to life at her firing up at me.

“I know you are, Kadence. It's not about that right now. I got shit I need to deal with. Just humor me, will you?” I ask her, not short of pleading. She looks at me quietly and must see I’m serious and not in the mood to get into it.

“What happened?”

“Fire at Ink Me.”

“Fire?”

“Yeah, a Molotov cocktail through the window,” I tell her and watch her pull in a sharp breath. Her face whitens, and I don’t miss the small flash of panic that she quickly hides.

“What is it?” I ask her.

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

I know it’s something but I don’t have time to get into it with her right now. Pulling her to me, I ask her one more time.

“Just stay here and wait for me till I get back? We can finish what we started.” Leaning down, I lightly brush my lips over hers. It’s nowhere near enough, but I’ll wait till later.

“Okay,” she complies, and I feel better knowing she will be here safe.

“All right, I’ll call you when I’m on my way home. Give me your cell.” Reaching into her purse, she pulls out her phone passing it to me. I program my number and call my cell so I have hers on mine. Angling my head to hers, I kiss her one more time, turn and walk to the door. “Make yourself at home, and don’t answer the door for anyone," I call out, opening the door.

“Yes, Dad” she calls back and I look back at the little minx.

“Woman, I’ll spank you for that.”

“Can’t wait,” she replies and I reward her with a smile, letting her know I’ll keep my promise.

Closing the door behind me and locking it, I head back to Ink Me, hoping the damage isn’t too much to deal with because I have one hot and willing woman in my bed waiting for me.

Chapter Thirteen

Kadence

Nix has been gone for over an hour and I’m starting to fall asleep. After snooping around downstairs, I made my way upstairs to his room. Remembering his large tub from our night together, I decide to run a bath. Running the hot water, I find some bath oil, pour it in and submerge myself, contemplating what I was going to do with Nix. His showing up at the tattoo shop sent a spark through me. I wasn’t sure after our last meeting how I would act, but ending up on the back of his bike to his bath was not on the list of logical outcomes. I know he wants more, more of what I’m not clear on, but I do know in the short time I’ve known the man, he won’t give up. After reasoning with myself on my actions for twenty minutes in the hot water, I am no better off.

Stepping out onto the fluffy beige bath mat, I reach for a matching towel. For a man, he has impeccable taste. I cover my body in the soft towel. Its smell reminds me of his body, and I catch myself breathing in his rustic scent. God, he smells good.

After searching through his drawers for something to wear, I find one of his T-shirts. The black club shirt looks worn but calls to me, so I put it on over my black panties.

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m supposed to be staying away but I’m obviously not doing well fighting off his advances. We both want each other, and we both can’t seem to keep our hands off each other, but I can’t help but wonder how much more he wants. I didn’t realize how much his presence calmed me. Having him sit next to me while Sy could see some of my scars made it bearable. I could sense his irritation when Sy kept pushing him. I thought it was funny for a bit, but when his eyes went to my scar, and then straight to me, I knew Nix was about to lose his cool. He doesn’t even know what happened, doesn’t know how I got so badly burnt, but he is already defensive over me. Before he could say something to Sy and make me feel uncomfortable, I reached out, his eyes finding mine, a silent promise that he would protect me. I felt it from just his touch, knowing in that moment I didn’t want to fight him anymore. This man has proven he will stop at nothing to get what he wants while sheltering me at the same time. Do I want to keep carrying on denying it? No. But the next steps are unknown for me. I can see myself getting lost in a man like him so I need to tread carefully. A man like Nix has proven he can give me what I’ve been missing, but I fear the moment he takes it away, I'll lose more than what I started with.

Turning his TV on, I climb into his bed, remembering the last time I was here. Visions of us lying naked, my head in his lap as he silently ran his calloused fingers along my skin, his mouth between my legs teasing me with his talented tongue while stretching me wide with his fingers, come easily. The scene leaves me hot just thinking about it. After leaving me wanting in the classroom, I refused myself any release. A punishment for allowing my body to react to him, but now, lying in his bed, the need coils through me, edging me closer to the height of urgency. My hand moves to the juncture of my thighs. I brush my fingers lightly over the lace of my panties, feeling the fever burn up in me. Just being in his bed has me craving him. Reaching for my phone, I send him a text.