I sit up in bed, breathing heavily. I had another dream. Memories have begun to come back like flashes. I smooth my sweat-soaked hair back from my face and glance at the clock. 6 a.m. Yeah, I’m not getting back to sleep. Shoving the covers down I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Images of Nevada laughing dance in my head. I grip the sheets and mentally swear, as I wonder for the millionth time how she’s doing. Her relocation was swift. In a week flat, she was off in Vegas working for a boutique that sold gems.
I’ve missed her every day since. Not that I’ll admit it.
Every time I try to uncover our past, my head hurts and I end up trashing a room. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I got my cast off a few weeks back and my body is responding the way it used to. A few more weeks of physical therapy and I’ll be right as rain. After turning on the shower I slip off my boxers.
We’ve been hunting the 45ers and Fuse for a month. They think they’re under the radar, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. We’ve been waiting for the right time. The day I remembered what he tried to do to Nevada I wanted to storm over and burn his house down with him inside. That’s when Stone spilled everything. Now I’m ready to help him exact my revenge. His blood is mine to spill.
His name brings a blind rage that’s become my fuel when shit gets rough. Retraining your body to do what it’s always done while dealing with massive chunks of lost time and spontaneous confusion is by no means easy. It’s like being mentally unstable. If I never heal, its par for the course, again it’ll be too soon. Knowing something and experiencing it are two different things. I step inside the steamy shower and let the spray massage my tense muscles. Rolling my neck, I try to work through the unraveling twine of my mind.
Once we ride tonight, the 45ers will be a thing of the past. That’s the easy part. But that still leaves Nevada. It’s been months and s
he’s still haunting my dreams and constantly in my thoughts. Ignoring it won’t make it go away. Given the way we left shit though, I can’t say I think she would greet me with open arms.
Like having the odds against me ever mattered. I’m a man who likes a challenge, especially when the prize is worth it. The visuals in my head tell me Nevada is more than worthy. I grit my teeth and tilt my head down beneath the water. I don’t like being vulnerable. The shit isn’t in my vocabulary. Weakness will get you fucked up, run over and screwed. I never really trusted any woman the way I’m thinking about trusting Nevada.
She was there for me, even when I had no clue what she’d come to mean. What more proof can I ask for?
I pour some body wash into my hand and scrub vigorously. I hate this emotional shit. It’s never been my forte. My vision blurs slightly. Pain bursts through my skull and I’m thrust head long into a memory.
“I want to please you,” Nevada whispers as she rubs her hands across my chest in the shower.
“You do. Can’t you tell?” I take her hand and move it down to my half-mast cock.
She wraps her hand around me and strokes. “You make me feel so good. It’s amazing, like flying after being grounded all of my life.”
The slow, slick stroking of my cock has my spine tingling.
“I want to make you come apart.”
“Oh, yeah? Keep doing that.” I nod at her hands. “And that’s exactly what you’ll get.”
“I want to do better than that.” She releases my swollen dick and kneels in front of me.
My heartbeat kicks into overtime. She rakes her nails down the tops of my thighs, and I hiss. My dick jumps.
She grips the base and circles her tongue around the head. Her eyes burn into mine as she slowly takes me into her mouth.
My fingers itch to bury in her silken strands. I hold back, letting her learn me with her mouth. “That’s right, baby, take as much of me in as you can.”
She takes me deep, and coughs when my cock tickles the back of her throat.
The vibration travels up my nerve endings, increasing my pleasure. I pull out and push back in.
She hollows her cheeks and twists her wrists.
“Shit.” My control snaps and I thrust in her mouth. She takes it like a champ, sucking and bobbing her head. I curl my fingers in her hair. She hums. The vibration travels straight down my spine. My balls draw up. “I’m going to come, Nev.”
She sucks harder and tingles begin at the base of my spine. I explode, filling her mouth with my warm liquid. She swallows down as much as she can, slurping and licking me clean. I wipe the corners of her mouth and she catches the wayward drops on her tongue.
“How can you be so fucking perfect, Nevada?”
“Only to you and for you, Gage.”
I return to the present with a gasp. Fuck! I have erotica playing in my mind on a loop. I shake my head to clear it. Sexual attraction isn’t a reason to get bent out of shape. I can’t afford to be soft right now. I’m not going to read into the attachment I’ve formed after teaching her about the birds and bees up close and personal. Satisfied with my reasoning, I finish my shower and get dressed.
We’re going to ride tonight and I’ll tie up the last of my loose ends. You don’t fuck with me or Chaos and expect to come out unscathed. The thought of Fuse betraying us sticks in my craw, but I’m not shocked. We’d been watching his slippery ass for months. I’m out of the shower, dressed, and on the road in twenty minutes. It feels damn good to have my lady beneath me, the wind in my hair, and the open road all around me. My brain’s messages seem to be flowing just fine, and this is the only place I never feel misplaced.
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