Nix: The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5

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Nix
The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5
Candace Blevins

eXcessica publishing

N
ix
© July 2016 by Candace Blevins

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ll rights reserved
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T
his is a work of fiction
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T
his book is
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Dear Reader

N
ix originally appeared
in the
Ridin’ Dirty
anthology, and I was limited on word count when I wrote his story.

Novellas are hard for me to write, because I love to spend time delving into the characters and really fleshing them out. I’m getting the hang of telling a story in a whole lot fewer words, but I still prefer writing the long books I’m known for.

I hope you enjoy Nix and Tippy’s story as a quick, feel-good read!

Blurb

P
redator and prey

N
ix recently transferred
to Chattanooga from the Asheville RTMC chapter. The MC's new gun store needs someone to teach rifle classes, and Nix was a Special Forces sniper in the military.

T
ippy came
to Chattanooga to start her life anew. She's a shooter as well, and she won a silver medal at the Olympics, but she uses a different name now and tries to stay out of the limelight. Most deer can't function in human society, but she's found ways to navigate modern life without her deer freezing or running every time something startles her.

W
olves are fiercely
monogamous when they fall in love, while deer have trouble understanding the concept of exclusivity. Then there’s the fact wolves eat deer in the wild.

A
wolf
and a deer madly in love and living happily ever after has to be impossible. Right?

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1

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 in my mind.

She dropped to her chest and reached for her clit, and I warned, “I’m not even close to being done, blondie. If you get yourself off you’ll lose your edge. Stay like this for me, I’ll get you off before I blow.”

Her whimper went straight to my groin, and my cock grew impossibly harder as I slammed into her, over and over. I could feel her heat — she hadn’t been kidding about my fucking her raw the night before, and she’d
really
be feeling me after this morning. If her arousal dropped even a little, she’d lose the edge that made her want the pain.

With a sigh, I realized I should probably end this soon. Humans just can’t handle what a shifter can, no matter how much of a masochist they may be.

I shortened my cock and added as much mass to my girth as I thought I could get away with, and felt my own sadistic grin as she yelped at the pain of my spreading her asshole wider while I pistoned in and out of her beautiful bottom.

I reached around for her clit and teased the area around it before I squeezed it through her labia. Her arousal level skyrocketed and I inhaled deeply during my final dozen thrusts, and then pressed in and filled the condom deep in her ass as she jerked and spasmed through her own release, and we likely awakened every wolf in the building. Possibly some of the humans, too.

I collapsed beside her when we were finished, and she carefully removed my condom and carried it to the trash can beside my door.

“You done with me?”

Yeah, she had enough self-respect to leave before I told her it was time to go, and yet enough manners to make sure we were finished before walking out the door.

“Yeah, blondie. You got clearance to wonder around down here, or do I need to walk you up?”

“I have clearance to get myself out of the building.”

“You drive yourself here, or should I get a prospect to take you home?”

“I’m good, Nix.”

Hmmm, that was a lie, but should I call her on it?
Shit
, yeah, something wasn’t right and until I figured out the politics of where everyone in the club landed, I couldn’t afford to piss anyone off. Not even a sweet butt.

“Are you leaving ‘cause you got somewhere to be, or because your ass is sore and you’re afraid if you stay, I’ll take you again?”

“Does it matter?”

“I wouldn’t take your ass again, blondie. I know I did a number on you, but I also know you enjoyed it. I stopped you from gettin’ yourself off because I knew it’d be too much after you came. If you’re leaving ‘cause it’s time to go then we’re good. If you’re leaving because you’re afraid of what I might do if you tell me
no
? We aren’t. Club rules might say you can’t turn us down just ‘cause you aren’t in the mood, but I promise you that if you don’t want me to do something because it’ll be a
bad
pain — I won’t. I might do something else, but unless there’s a reason to punish you…” I shrugged, then remembered she could probably only see my silhouette.

I reached for my bedside light and turned it on. “My alarm is set for three hours from now. You’re welcome to sleep here until then, and I can drop you somewhere on my way to the gun store, assuming you don’t live an hour away.”

“I hear you teach rifle classes?”

“This isn’t a get-to-know-you-session. It’s an invitation to sleep a few more hours unless you have somewhere to be.”

“I have to be at work in two hours. Enough time to get home, shower and change, and get there. My car’s parked in the lot here. I’m good.”

I nodded. This time, she meant it when she said she was good. She’d just needed to hear I hadn’t used her with no thoughts to how she was handling it, apparently. I turned my light off as I told her, “Lock my door as you leave. Thanks for last night and this morning.”

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