Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) (8 page)

“Get out!”

“No.” She avoided eye contact with me, and backed herself into the furthest corner of the cage.

“Nicole! Get the fuck out, now!” I yelled out over the music. That’s when I could tell she wasn’t her usual self. Her pupils were dilated; she was slightly lethargic, and had flushed cheeks. “What are you on?” I remembered all too well what she was like when she used to pop pills. She tried to bury the pain from her life at home with popping pills and getting into trouble.

“Nothing!” She lashed out at me; her dark eye makeup was smearing down her face.

“Are you fucking serious, Nic? Nothing, my ass. What did you fucking take?” I reached in the cage and grabbed her elbow, pulling her out as she fought against me. I ducked down, and put my shoulder to her stomach as I threw her over my shoulder. I immediately stormed to my office.

“Put me the fuck down, Jeremy!” She kicked her legs as she tried to prop herself up on my belt on the back of my jeans. Almost taking those shits down as I walked. Reaching my office, I kicked the door shut and plopped her down on my desk. I pushed my leather chair back as I pulled her to the edge of the desk and stood between her legs.

Nicole slapped and pushed at my chest, cursing me. Grabbing her wrists, I roughly lowered them to her lap, pinning them there with one hand.

“Fucking listen to me,” I yelled at her. Nicole seemed to calm down, I wasn’t sure if it was her or the drugs.

“Fuck off.” I pulled her face up so I could see her. Nicole looked up at me, with an innocent face. She licked her swollen lips, letting her eyes drift close, her head tipped back slightly.

“Nic.” I pushed the hair off her face, running my hands down the sides of her neck, shoulders and arms, and finally to the sides of her hips. She looked so fucking vulnerable. A small moan fell from her lips. She was enjoying my touch.

“E?”

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed, her body swayed with the bass of the music that was thudding through my office. Her white leotard had become slightly opaque with her sweat; I had to fight to keep my eyes on her face.

“Derrick?”

“Does it matter? It was just for fun.” That shit pissed me the fuck off.

“Fucking Derrick. Fun? Was it fun when you were overdosing on a bottle of Oxy? Was it fun when I found you on the bathroom floor, giving you CPR ‘till an ambulance came so they could rush you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped? Tell me, Nicole, what is so fun about that?” I gripped her shoulders, pulled her off the desk, and slammed her back up against the nearest wall.

“Shut up!” She slapped me. I stood there quietly, and then started to shake her roughly by the shoulders, trying to get her down from the high.

I paused. “You’re fucking stupid!”

“Tell me something I don’t know!” She stopped fighting me. Her blue eyes went sad. “Can you let me go so I can have Hunter take me home?”

“Hunter?” I pulled my face back from hers and gave her a look of disgust.

“Yes. He cares about me. You don’t. End of story. ” She pushed off the wall and away from me. Nicole leaned a hand on my desk to take her heels off.

“Nicole,” I started after her, mad at myself for being so rough with her. My fingertips grazed her arm.

“Don’t. I have had enough of your fucking games, Jeremy.” She jerked her arm away from me as if I’d burned her.

“Fucking games? You think everything is about you, don’t you?” I spun her around to face me, seeing the tears pool in her eyes.

“To be honest? Yes. I. do.” She jammed her small finger at my chest, and I caught it in my hand, fisting it around hers. I pulled her to me so she was flush against my body. Fucking Christ, she felt like she was made to fit me.

“Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?”

“Because you still love me.” Slowly, she blinked, and then let her glazed over eyes stare up at me, reminding me that she wasn’t fully herself yet. Before I knew it, she was reaching for my jaw, and I was leaning down to meet her face with mine. I felt Nicole’s warm breath on my face as our lips grazed each other. Her deep breaths made her tits press against my chest. Christ, I need her. Moving over her, I caught her lips with mine. Dominating my way past her lips to her sweet tongue, and fuck, if I didn’t enjoy hearing that small gasp for air before I claimed her.

There was a knock at the door before it opened. We broke apart; both of our heads faced the door.

Nicole

“There you are.” I heard a woman’s voice. Her head of blond hair poked through the door. My eyebrow cocked up, as I pulled away from Jeremy.

“Nina,” Jeremy growled as he released me, walking towards her.

“Who the fuck is she?” Nina pushed the office door completely open.

“Don’t you worry about who the fuck I am, bitch! Who the fuck are you?” I started to charge her, and then Jeremy was between us- holding us each an arm’s length apart. He could only hold us off for so long. Hunter then came rushing to the office.

“Nicole.” Hunter looked pissed, fists clenched, jaw set and his testosterone flaring.

“Hunter.” I immediately stopped what I was doing; the high quickly wore off me.

“Yes, thank you, please come get your bitch; I just caught her all over my man!” Wait, my man? Who the hell does this bitch think she is? My head snapped back in that, “oh no, she didn’t” position.

“Shut the fuck up, you cunt!” I yelled back at her, ready to fucking rip her tits off and shove them down her throat.

Just as I was mere inches from grabbing her, I was picked up and thrown over Hunter’s shoulder. Jesus Christ, I have fucking legs, people.

“Put me down!” I pounded on Hunter’s back as he walked me to the locker room. Once in there, he tossed me onto the black leather couch that sat along the sidewall. Gross, this was where my nephew was conceived. I immediately shot off the couch.

“What the fuck, Nicole!” Hunter yelled at me, running his hands over his head while he paced the room.

“What?” I yelled back at him.

“Are you fucking him?” Hunter stopped in his tracks, his arm motioning over to the door.

“What! Are you fucking kidding me?” I saw Hunter’s muscles bulge under his tight V-neck shirt. His neck was growing red. God, he looked hot when he was pissed.

“You heard me, are you and Jeremy fucking? Because if you are…”

“No.” I threw my hands on my hips.

“Then why are you in his office, alone with him? And that chick saying that shit? Do you know how that shit looks?” Hunter glared me down.

“I know it doesn’t look good. He wanted to talk about Derrick giving me E tonight. He was pissed. We do have a long history. We damn near grew up together. I was at Roxy’s house almost every day when we were kids. I had a lot of seriously fucked up shit going on growing up and it came to a head before I went to college and Jeremy helped me. He saved my life in more ways than one. And, before you even ask it, no, we are not, and nor have we ever fucked!” I didn’t realize how riled up I was getting. My feet had brought me right up in Hunter’s face. His death stare bore into my eyes; we were so close that we could have had a damn eyelash war.

Before I knew it, Hunter grabbed me by the waist, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his solid torso; our lips were hungry for one another. He turned us around so my back was against the wall. He groaned into my mouth. My nails dug into his scalp and shoulders. One of his hands braced himself on the wall above my head. I squeezed my thighs tighter- holding onto him. Hunter ripped his mouth away from mine.

“If I ever,” He slammed his hips into mine, making me feel his hard cock against my center. Hunter pulled away.

“Find you with him,” He pumped his pelvis into mine. I gasped as he pushed the air out of my lungs. His hand on my ass drifted over the crotch of my leotard, Hunter’s fingers pushing the thin fabric aside.

“And if I find out that his fucking hands have been on you,” Another thrust, they were getting hard, God, it hurt, but felt so fucking good. He inserted two fingers into my eager pussy.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” He ground his body into mine. Rubbing the part of his jeans that covered his zipper onto my now throbbing cunt. I could feel myself growing wetter. I dropped my head back on the wall, closing my eyes and letting my mouth fall open. His thumb stroked my clit.

“And don’t you ever take that E shit again, do you hear me?” Hunter nipped my neck, bringing me out of my trance. Just as I was about to climax, he withdrew his fingers. My eyes popped open and my head hinged forward.

“What the hell, Hunter?” I literally tried to hump his hand.

“Do you hear me?” His eyebrows shot up as he pinned me with his stare.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He reached behind his back and released my crossed ankles, causing me to immediately drop my feet to the ground. “Now, I’m taking you home. Get your shit and let’s go.” He walked out of the locker room and waited outside.

“Jesus, you could have at least let me cum first!” I grumbled as I grabbed the fabric at my frustrated crotch and snapped it back into place. Fucking men, always trying to make a point.

HUNTER

As I drove us home, we were completely silent. I had a million fucking things going through my head. I knew Nicole and Jeremy had a past, but I didn’t realize it was that fucking extensive. I pulled up to his house. It felt so fucking wrong to be dropping her off at his house and his fucking bike was in the driveway, just fucking great.

“You’ve been looking for a place?” I glanced over at her as I put the truck in park.

“Yeah, I have been. I almost have enough saved to get my own place.”

“Look, if you need some money…” Her small hand went up to stop me before I could proceed.

Nicole

“Hunter, I appreciate your help. But this is something I have to do myself. I’ve busted my ass with the dance studio and at the club so that I can get what I want. I’m almost there. Please don’t take away my pride and offer me money.” He simply nodded.

“Goodnight.” He leaned over the center console and gently kissed me.

“Night.” I smiled up at him. He stayed in the driveway until I made it in safely.

I walked into the kitchen, making sure I locked that stupid fucking door. I grabbed a glass of water, noting Jeremy’s cut sitting on the kitchen table. He never left it there. Odd. I shook my head, and grabbed it. Folding it in half, then in quarters. My fingers skimmed over the bullet hole, thanks to me. Also, the hole sat right above his stained patch, also, thanks to me.

Releasing a long breath, I took the vest downstairs to the laundry room and spot treated his patch. A couple rinses and ten minutes or so later, it was good as new. Satisfied with my good work, I placed the folded cut on the kitchen table. I loaded the dishwasher, wiped the counter down and headed up for bed. As I tiptoed my way up the staircase I heard moans. Christ.

“No, he didn’t!” I thought to myself. In all the time I’ve lived with Jeremy, he’s never brought a girl home. And it better not be that bitch from the club. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, his bedroom door opened. I froze in place. Jeremy exited the room with only a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. In the dim lighting of the hallway I could see he had a tattoo right below his bellybutton, and his sweet v-cuts leading down to his…oh my.

Jeremy’s head shot over to me as soon as he heard the floorboard creak under my bare feet.  Our eyes met.

“Hey.” He nodded in my direction.

“Hey.” I started to make my way down the hallway.

“You all right?” His hand rested on the knot on his towel. My eyes fought to stay focused on his face.

“Just dandy.” I gave him my smartass comment, as I walked past him. He quickly grabbed the crook of my elbow, turning me towards him.

“Nic,” he whispered.

“Jeremy, don’t forget to grab more condoms!” I heard her voice, and Jeremy winced. I grabbed Jeremy’s hand by his pointer finger, and pulled him off and away from me. He leaned his head back to the ceiling and took a deep breath. My guess is he didn’t want me to find out he had someone here.

“Yeah, don’t forget them,” I snubbed at him as I walked to my bedroom.

“What the fuck?” I heard him grunt as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

Now, I wanted to pop a squat on that fucking leather cut that I just cleaned.

I closed my bedroom door, leaning against it. I tossed my bag on the ground and quickly got changed into a pair of black boy shorts and a burned out Condemned Angels MC tank top. I climbed into bed, frustrated as fuck. Why was I letting him get the best of me? Why did I give two flying fucks about him, especially after he blew me off and has been a huge dick to me since then? If I could only let my deep rooted feelings for him go. Stupid me. God, this must be how Roxy felt with Chase. I tried to clear my mind of Jeremy as I fell asleep.

“Nic?” Roxy’s panicked voice ran through the house. I felt sick, disoriented. I wanted to open my mouth to answer her, but nothing came out.

I heard loud footsteps pounding up the stairs. My body lay heavy on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.