Nix: The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5 by Candace Blevins

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    N ix

    I awakened with a start , my body ready for a fight until I realized what had brought me out of sleep.
    A warm mouth on my cock.
    Memories of the night before came to me — Duke handing me the Chattanooga patch, the wild party celebrating my move from Asheville to Chattanooga, and then the parade of women I’d fucked throughout the night.
    I wasn’t sure which one I’d brought to bed, and I inhaled to see if I could remember her by scent.
    Human, and her scent was familiar but I couldn’t put a face to it.
    I propped up on my elbows and looked down at her, my wolf sight showing details a normal human wouldn’t see in the dark. The RTMC private rooms are downstairs with no windows, so the only light came from the digital clock on my nightstand.
    Her wild blonde hair reminded me who she was, though I didn’t remember her name. She’d been adorably plump with a sweet smile, and an ass that needed fucking.
    And now, her tongue worked my cock as her head bobbed up and down with just the right amount of suction, and I sank back onto the bed with a groan. The scent of her arousal grew as my cock throbbed in her warm mouth, and I resisted the urge to flip her over and pound her. I wanted to relax and enjoy her mouth and oh-so-skilled tongue a little longer before I hammered her into the mattress.
    Two minutes later, memories of her tight ass were too much and I sat up and quickly rearranged her on all fours before I stuck my hand in the still-open coconut oil container on the nightstand. She groaned in protest as I slid oiled fingers into her ass, and I reminded her, “You came while I fucked your ass last night, blondie. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
    “Sore, Nix. You fucked me raw.”
    She pushed backwards and impaled herself on my fingers as she talked, and I chuckled silently to myself. She might be sore, but she still wanted it.
    “Your ass was made for fucking, blondie.”
    I sat up, aimed my cock at her asshole, and she pulled away.
    “Condom, Nix!”
    Fuck . I wear them religiously when I’m in pussy, but wolves can’t catch or carry diseases, so I don’t worry with them when I take someone’s ass.
    Unless the owner of the ass insists.
    I’d shared her with Dawg and Ghost last night, and then I’d fucked someone else a while before bringing this sweet ass to bed. Even drunk, she’d remembered the condom, so I didn’t bother trying to convince her I was clean. I grabbed a condom off the nightstand, tore open the wrapper, rolled it on, and pressed into her ass.
    I’m sure I went too fast, but she took it like a pro and I gave a long, low groan to let her know how good she felt squeezing my cock.
    Her body shuddered as she tightened around me and then tried to relax. I smelled her pain, but it was sweet instead of bitter, and blended well with the spicy scent of her arousal.
    There are a couple of kinds of women who hang around an MC. Some don’t think very much of themselves and will give their body to anyone who’ll pay attention to them. Others have their shit together and respect themselves; they just like rough sex. I knew almost nothing about this woman — I didn’t even know her name — and yet I was pretty sure she fell into the latter category.
    I pounded her ass with no regards to her pleasure for a good twenty minutes. If her scent had changed to show she wasn’t enjoying herself I’d have done something different, but as long as she seemed okay, I was only in it for myself. The guys had assured me she was safe to fuck, and I was only going to fuck women who were part of our world from now on.
    My dick had gotten me kicked out of Asheville and I wasn’t going to make the same mistake here. I missed my brothers in Asheville. I’d grown close to the Chattanooga chapter, but I wished I hadn’t fucked up and had to move.
    But I also wasn’t interested in a relationship. I’d probably learn this bitch’s name at some point, but until then she’d just be another blondie