Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

Nevada slips her arms through and shrugs it on.

“Wizard and his old lady, Nevada!” P yells.

Cheers and feet stomping fill the air. The music is turned back on and I know they’re waiting for us to kick the shit off with a dance. I wrap my arms around her waist and palm her ass cheeks. They’re firm and lush. I’m instantly hard as a rock. My body doesn’t give a shit how my mind feels about her.

She gasps sweetly.

Her pouty pink lips have me thinking dirty thoughts as we move together.

Our gazes lock.

Her eyes are as round as quarters, but she doesn’t pull back.

The rest of the room could go up in flames for all I care. The heat pouring off her sears me, and her purity entrances me. Her responses are real and raw. I want to soak in them. After so long, I’m feeling again.

The song changes and bodies start to pile on the floor.

“The tempo changed,” Nevada says.

“I’m fine right where I am. How about you?”

She tightens her arms around my neck. “Me too.” Color returns to her cheeks.

At her sweet blushing and response, I laugh.

She presses her face against my chest.

I tangle my fingers in her hair. It’s soft and thick, completely different from the girls around here. The biker bunnies have over-processed, ratted out, bleached blonde messes which the fake tanned bunnies call hair.

We continue to grind together. Alcohol has lubed the wheels. As the end of the night rolls in, I’ve grown used to the sensation of her body pressed against mine. My eyelids feel like lead and Nevada is swaying on her feet. “Let’s take this to my room,” I whisper into her ear.

Her shoulders tense.

“To sleep,” I reassure her. When things change between us, which I’m starting to fear they’re bound to, I don’t want there to be any doubt in her mind about why. I steer her through the petering crowd. When we reach the entrance of the hallway, I glance back and catch Hulk’s death glare. I nod my head. Tomorrow, we’ll meet head to head, but tonight I’m flying too high to be brought down. I unlock

my door, flip on the light, and guide her inside.

She’s asleep on her feet.

“Get undressed and get in the bed.”

She looks at me with those wide green eyes, and bastard that I am, I can’t help but get hard. I walk over to my dresser and take out a T-shirt. “Use this.”

She clutches it to her chest.

Moving past her I sink onto the bed. I take my time untying my laces and removing my boots.

She scrambles into the bed under the covers.

I hide my smile. I like her coyness. It’s a refreshing change to the fakeness of women around here. I hang my cut, toss my shirt over into a corner, and let my blue jeans follow. The room is all but spinning as I shuffle to the bed and collapse on the side closest to the door. Her hair flows across the pillows and tickles my face. The floral scent, along with her warm weight, lulls me to sleep. Her breathing events out, and moments later, I’m letting the abyss of sleep suck me under.

Chapter Four

I set out three outfits, roll them into a neat bundle, and enclose them in my long hiking socks. We’re doing a family camping trip. The KOC likes to stick to our roots. It’s a throwback to the days when bikers lived on the road, camping in the woods and working odd jobs to replenish the cash flow. We’ve come a long way from the days when we were formed by vets. It’s the first real outing we’ve had since our party.

I won’t lie, I’m nervous. We’re both still learning our place in the relationship. We see more of each other, now that I’ve stopped working at Golden and began gemology school. It’ll take me six months to get certified. We’re busy looking at properties and putting together a crew. We’ve got a few of my favorite girls from Golden recruited, and some of the prospects Wizard likes for security. I’m not naïve enough to think this is purely for profit. All of the stores are a front in one way or another, but as Wizard loves to say, that’s not my business.

I line my small satchel with my three outfits. One for each day, a spare just in case, a pair of flannel pajamas and knee high socks. It gets cold at night, and unlike most of the girls, I won’t be sharing a sleeping bag. I move to the bathroom connected to my room and fill a small clear bag with travel-sized toiletries. By now, I know the drill. I shove it into the satchel, toss it over my shoulder, and head downstairs.