Page 24 of Pain (Kiss of Death MC #6)

“Your turn,” she said when I finished, taking the soap back. Her small hands worked over my chest and arms, cleaning the cuts from the fence with careful precision. “These aren’t too deep, but they’ll need antibiotic ointment.”

“After,” I growled. “Need.” Great. I was reduced to one-word sentences. But sweet God in heaven, the woman’s touch was driving me insane!

Her hands slid lower, soap-slicked and sure as they wrapped around my cock. “What do you need, Pain?” She sounded as on edge as I did, her voice husky with lust.

“You,” I managed, my hands bracing against the shower wall as she stroked me. “Just you.”

The water sluiced over us as Nadine sank to her knees before me, the sight nearly stopping my heart. Her honey-colored hair was darkened by the water, plastered to her skull and neck as she looked up at me through her lashes, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Careful of your face,” I warned, but the words died in my throat as she took me into her mouth, her lips stretching around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the tile. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with just the right pressure. I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, not guiding, just needing the connection as she worked me with her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. The sight of her on her knees, water cascading down her perfect body while she took me deeper nearly undid me. Her gray eyes didn’t move as she stared up at me.

She hummed around my length, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system.

Her tongue slid along the underside of my shaft as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass.

She used one hand to grip the base of my cock while cupping my balls with the other, gently massaging until I almost lost my mind.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer like this. Not with this all-consuming need burning through me like wildfire.

“Up,” I growled, gently pulling her up. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed with desire as she stood before me. “Turn around.”

She complied without hesitation, bracing her hands against the shower wall. I pressed myself against her back, my cock sliding between her thighs as I wrapped one arm around her waist.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” I murmured against her ear, nipping at the lobe to let her know I meant business.

“You won’t,” she breathed, pushing back against me. “Please, Pain. Fuck me.”

I slid my hand between her legs, finding her already slick and ready. The hot water continued to pour over us as I teased her entrance, circling her clit with my thumb until she was trembling against me.

“Now,” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Goddammit, now!”

I couldn’t deny either of us any longer. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her. She was tight and wet, and so silky soft I never wanted to leave her sweet pussy.

“Move,” she gasped, pressing back against me. “Please.”

I pulled back slowly before thrusting forward again, setting a rhythm that had us both panting. My hands roamed her wet skin, one gripping her hip while the other came around to tease her clit. She arched into my touch, her moans echoing off the shower walls.

“So perfect,” I growled against her neck, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “So fucking perfect, Nadine.”

Her response was lost in a cry of pleasure as I hit that spot inside her that made her legs tremble. I could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around me with each thrust.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Come for me.”

She shattered with a scream that would have woken the dead, her body convulsing around me as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

The force of her orgasm triggered my own, and I buried myself as deep as I could, resting one forearm on the shower wall, the other arm securely around Nadine’s lithe body.

We stayed like that for long moments, both of us breathing hard as the hot water continued to cascade over our bodies. I pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder, tasting the sweet droplets on her skin.

“You okay?” I murmured against her neck, my voice still rough from the intensity of our coupling.

She nodded, leaning back against my chest. “More than okay.” Her voice was soft, satisfied. “That was exactly what I needed.”

I carefully pulled out of her, turning her in my arms so I could see her face. The bruise on her cheek was darker now, but her eyes were bright with contentment and something deeper -- love, trust, complete surrender to this thing between us.

I turned off the water and snagged a towel I’d tossed over the top of the shower. I dried her, then myself, then tossed the towel to the shower floor before carrying her to our bed.

I laid her gently on the bed, propping pillows behind her. The bruise on her face looked worse in the bedroom light, and I couldn’t stop myself from ghosting my fingers over it.

“I’m getting you some ice for that,” I said, my tone brooking no argument this time.

She caught my wrist. “Five minutes. Just hold me for five minutes first.”

I relented, settling beside her and pulling her against my chest. She fit perfectly, like she was made to be there. Her honey-colored hair was damp against my skin, and I breathed in the clean, fresh scent of her.

“You scared the shit out of me today,” I murmured against the top of her head.

“I know.” She traced patterns on my chest with her fingertip. “I’m not sorry I went for the birthing kit, but I am sorry I scared you.”

“I know you’re not sorry.” I sighed. “And you shouldn’t be. Besides, I didn’t really mean it.” When she raised an eyebrow, I sighed. “OK, I only partly meant it. I was being stubborn and stupid.”

“And squeamish,” she added with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“That’s not goin’ away anytime soon.”

She shot me a mischievous smirk. “Nope.”

I pulled her closer to me, settling her against my chest so I could catch the scent of her hair with every indrawn breath. “Rest, baby. One hour, then we’ll go to the clinic and see what we need to do about the cuts and scrapes.”

“Mmm…” Her breathing was already evening out and I had to grin. She lay against me, trusting me completely without hesitation. Her trust was not something I’d ever take for granted.

“I love you, sweet girl,” I murmured against her hair. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Her reply was slurred in sleep and she didn’t move.

I watched her sleep for a while, the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath my hand. Each time I looked at her face, even with that ugly bruise, peace settled over me. She was here. She was safe. She was mine.

When her breathing deepened into true sleep, I carefully extracted myself from beneath her and went to the kitchen. I wrapped some ice in a thin towel and brought it back to the bedroom, gently placing it against her bruised cheek. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

I settled back beside her, helping her to settle back onto my chest once more.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Knuckles.

“Yeah?” I answered quietly, not wanting to wake Nadine.

“Silk’s been handled. Permanently. Thought you’d want to know.”

I took a breath, closing my eyes and trying to feel bad about the fact we’d had to kill a woman. Even if I hadn’t been present, it was still a death in defense of the club. And we were a solid unit. “Thanks, Knuckles. I know Silk betrayed more than just me and Nadine, but I still appreciate it.”

“No thanks needed, brother. You’ve got a good woman. Keep her happy.”

“Is there anything you need my help with?”

“We got it all taken care of for the moment. Though…” Knuckles trailed off thoughtfully.

“What do you need?”

“Well, it’s not me. It’s Tillie.”

The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. “What about Tillie?” I asked the question slowly. The words felt like they were dragged out of me because I knew without a doubt I did not want to know what he needed me for in regard to Tillie.

“Well, Xavier said she’s decided she wants a home birth.

She said she tried to get a midwife but she was so late in her pregnancy, none of them wanted to do a home birth.

But Xavier says Tillie is freaking out about it.

She said the classes she took suggested tomato-based foods to help start her labor or some shit.

I kind of stopped listening after a while.

But, what he wants to know is, would you be opposed to a spaghetti dinner the night before she’s supposed to deliver? ”

The second I comprehended what Knuckles had said, I gagged. Twice.

Nadine let loose with peals of laughter while Knuckles practically roared over the phone. I had no doubt the man was bent double with one forearm on his knee while he scrubbed the tears from his eyes.

“Spaghetti? Who the fuck told you? Was it Nadine? Someone’s gettin’ a beat down!” I hung up on Knuckles, knowing that was the wrong thing to do but doing it anyway. Now he was free to tell the whole of the compound sooner rather than later.

“Pain, it’s hospital lore! It’s grown every year in the community. I heard five different versions of your OB rotation while I volunteered. It was funny to get your version of it, and I can’t decide if you downplayed it or if there really was spaghetti coming out your nose.”

I gave her what I hoped was a steely look but was probably disgruntled, sullen. “Yes. There really was spaghetti coming out of my nose. But, by God, I handed that mother her baby. I think there might still be a picture floating around somewhere.”

“Oh yes, there is.” Nadine nodded eagerly. “I’ve got it on my phone if you want me to share it with you.”

“All right, I give up! You win!” There was no way I could keep a straight face anymore. “That was the funniest moment in my medical career. We all made fun of me. Including myself.”

“That’s what I was told. It sounded like you got along with all your coworkers.”

“I did.” I sobered slightly, a smile still on my face at the fond memories.

“I honestly never thought I’d ever come close to being as happy as I was during that time in my life.

” I kissed the top of her head. “But this moment right here? It trumps all of them. My brothers. My woman. Me. All of us sharing a laugh. You made this happen, Nadine. I’d have come home and been fine.

But having you with me now is the very best thing to ever happen to me in my whole entire life. ”

“Wow.” She cleared her throat. “That’s, um, a lot of words.”

“And she’s still giving me shit.”

“Tell me you don’t love it and I’ll stop. I’ll take everything you say seriously and never laugh at you.”

I snorted. “No, you won’t.”

“No,” she said with a firm nod. “I really won’t.”

“Christ, we’re gonna have so much fun together.”

Nadine looked up at me, love shining bright in her eyes as she smiled that beautiful smile of hers. “I’m absolutely counting on it, Pain. I’m absolutely counting on it.”