Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series (3 page)

“What Tex? You
wanna take the pan head?”

Jesus she could be so frustrating sometimes.

“No I do not want to take the rebuild on the fucking pan head.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

She glanced at him quickly then turned back to the computer screen.

“About what just happened out there?”

Nikki peered at the screen and started clicking on random things. She was really doing a half assed job of this nonchalance thing, he could tell.

“Look Tex you’re single you can do what you like. Who you sleep with is none of my god damn business same as who I sleep or slept with is none of yours. Now there’s a pan head out there calling my name so I’m going to get my gear on and get to work.”

She left her randomly clicked order form and ducked into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

This is what they’d been reduced to shouting matches, emotional warfare and locked doors. Tex took a step toward the bathroom but Trace grabbed his arm stopping him from pushing his case through the closed door.

“Leave it Brother. You’ve done enough damage. Let her work it out then talk to her later. And word to the wise you better freeze that skank Melanie out, the same way the rest of us are. Cos she just screwed you good and I don’t mean the time she spent on your dick.”

Tex sighed and hung his head. Trace was so right.

“Right, which job are you taking?”

Trace glanced out into the workshop.

“Better to put some distance between the two of you for today so you take Preacher’s bike it’s set up on the other side of the shop. I’ll take the Night Train.”

Tex nodded and headed out into the shop.

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Nikki waited until Trace and Tex’s voices had gone quiet. She hated this shit. She wanted to throw some stuff around, break something and scream the walls down but she couldn’t. She wasn’t giving in and going back to that place. She was all about keeping her shit tight. More like holding on to her shit by the tips of her fingers. She could feel the darkness smoldering away inside her just waiting for the right trigger, or the wrong one, to cause a major explosion.

She needed to shove that shit deep and refocus, try to get her life back. The last thing she needed was to lose her shit. If it happened at the wrong moment it could cost her everything, the club, the boys, her life. She needed to find a way to soothe the beast and to control it. Her thoughts immediately went to Cole. She couldn’t do that anymore either. Nikki screwed her eyes shut and took several deep breaths. She buried those feelings behind the wall and opened her eyes. Now she needed to get busy and quick.

Chapter 3

Nikki could hear the music coming from inside the club as she exited the workshop. The boys had closed up shop and left a couple of hours ago. Trace had tried to drag her out but one look at Tex and she needed more time out. She’d buried herself in that engine rebuild until it had leached most of the energy out of her. Now she was ready to go home. Instead she was headed across to the club house because if she didn’t make an appearance there’d be questions asked and she just couldn’t put up with it.

A cold wind blew across the forecourt waking her up some.  A movement at the corner of the clubhouse caught her eye. Nikki glimpsed a cut as someone slipped into the shadows around the side of the building. Nothing unusual about seeing a brother wandering around the clubhouse but this felt weird. Maybe it was the unnatural stealth of the movement or the shiver that moved through her body but something was off.

Instead of heading for the door Nikki ducked around the opposite side of the building. As she neared the rear corner of the clubhouse she heard Reaper’s voice.

“So
what’s the results?”

There was silence and then he spoke again,
“How much longer will I be able to shoot?”

A short pause,
“And riding?”

What was he talking about?

“Right. You sure there’s no other explanation?”

A string of profanities poured from Reaper’s mouth. A loud thud like fist on brick accompanied his rant.

Nikki leaned back against the wall and listened as his footsteps moved away from her and the side door of the clubhouse slammed shut.
She was thoroughly confused. What could be wrong with him that he wouldn’t be able to shoot or ride? She hadn’t noticed he was unwell but then why would she? It’s not like she socialized with him or even worked with him really. Her phone buzzing drew her attention.

*Hey Baby girl get your head out of that engine and come inside. I’m so lonely in here even Tex is starting to look attractive*

It would appear from that text the boys were quite a few drinks ahead of her already. She had better get in there and show her face or they
’d send a search party out for her. She sighed and pocketed her phone. Time to get in among the chaos.

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Trace sat at the bar bourbon and coke in hand. He watched as Tex sunk himself to the bottom of another bottle. He had some skank rubbing herself all over him. That was not a great look after this morning but at least it wasn’t Melanie. That’s what happened when emotions ran deep, sometimes you got carried away.

A cold breeze swept through the room bringing Trace’s attention to the main door. Nikki stepped in to the room. God she was beautiful. Even though she was rolling in her cut she never looked like a bikie moll. Her legs stretched up from her ankle boots to her short tight black skirt and Trace wanted to wrap them around his body. Her blouse was light and floaty and rather feminine for her. The top buttons were left undone revealing the creamy valley of her cleavage. His mind filled with images of his mouth on her skin and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight was the night.

She spotted him and headed straight for him a soft smile on her face.

“From grease monk
ey to sex goddess in thirty seconds,” he exclaimed as she perched on the chair next to him.

Her smile brightened. “It took a bit longer than
thirty seconds. I was already on my way over when you messaged me.”

“You want a drink?” he asked her.

“Sure.”

Trace flagged the bar bitch to grab Nikki a drink and when he turned back he noticed her attention was elsewhere.

Trace followed her line of sight and spotted Tex. The bird he was with earlier was now working hi
s lap despite Tex’s obvious disinterest. He gave it five minutes before she was out of Tex’s lap and on her ass on the floor.

“He didn’t mean to hurt you, you know?”

“I know. He doesn’t think before he acts,” she shrugged, “It’s just him.”

Her gaze came back to him and he could detect the hurt hiding behind those beautiful eyes. It was always there. Some days it was less obvious than others but it never really went away. He wanted to rescue her from it.
But he couldn’t do it on his own. He needed to get that idiot to pull his head out of his ass because the only way they were going to bring Nikki back was if they worked together. The two of them had to look at this thing between them and Nikki from a different angle. Right now though, it was about him and her.

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Trace reached up and caressed her cheek gently. His soft and gentle touch was a familiar relief. Nikki closed her eyes hypnotized by the repetitive stroke of his fingers on her skin.

“Come to bed with me?” H
is words were soft and seductive.

Nikki’s eyes screwed tightly shut
. She needed every ounce of herself to keep her shit locked up tight and she just didn’t know if she had anything left for anyone else.

“
I don’t think I can give you what you want Trace,” she answered him her voice full of regret.

He continued to stroke her f
ace softly and Nikki felt his body heat shift closer to her.

“I’m not asking for anything other than this moment. Let me take you away for a little while.”

She wanted to go away for a while, to leave all the shit behind
and spend a night back in her old life. Trace’s lips brushed gently over the skin of her neck, his breath caressing her flesh. She wanted so badly to give in and let his gentle touch take her to another place and time.

“You need this Nikki.”

She needed a lot of things.

“I need this,” the longing in his voice came out loud and clear.

She’d never been able to say no to Trace or Tex. Not if it was something they truly needed. She wasn’t going to start now.

Before she could answer him Trace’s lips gently brushed against hers. His tongue swept out tentatively seeking entrance to her mouth. She parted her lips and his tongue stroked against hers slowly and purposefully. The room around them began to fade away but more than that the constant hum of the monster deep inside her seemed to dim. Her hands travelled from her lap up to his face and into his hair. She clung to him praying this moment of peace would last.

Suddenly he stood between her legs his arms encircling her waist. Nikki felt the press of his body against hers. The evidence of his need rested against her sex. He rocked into her applying a delicious amount of pressure to her clit. She moaned quietly into his mouth and his hold tightened on her. Trace’s lips disappeared and the chaos around them invaded her senses once again.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

Was there any other answer to that question?

“Yes.”

Trace helped her from her stool and lead Nikki through the crowd.
As they were moving through the party Nikki felt eyes on her. Her gaze went straight to Tex. He was trying his best to discreetly dislodge the slag on his lap. She was too drunk and too busy trying her hardest to fuck him with her clothes on to take any notice of his efforts and he was clearly becoming frustrated. The next second Tex upended the bird and she landed on her ass on the floor. Nikki shook her head and turned away. 

She set her gaze to the rest of the room. Just before they entered the hallway she caught a glimpse of Reaper. He was standing in the far corner of the bar away from everyone. His eyes seemed to be on her for only a second before he returned his attention to his drink. As he lifted the bottle to his lips Nikki was sure she caught the slightest tremor in his hand. Then they were out of sight.

Trace led them to her room and closed the door behind them. Nikki watched as he removed his boots and his cut laying it on the dresser. He threw her that dazzling hundred watt grin and in spite of everything it still had the power to still her heart. She couldn't help but grin back at him. Then his shirt was gone and her gaze was refocused on the lean muscle of his chest and stomach. He had the physique of an athlete. Sleek and toned with the ripple of abs and a hint of the v.

Trace stepped forward and swept her hair back from her face. With one hand cupping her cheek and the other at her waist he resumed his gentle slow kiss from earlier. Nikki let her eyes close as she began to respond to Trace. He guided her backwards gently lowering her to the bed. As her head hit the soft cushioning of her mattress she felt her shoes disappear and Trace's mouth disengaged from hers.

"Lay back and relax baby girl."

He nuzzled at her neck as he slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His mouth traced a path down to her cleavage where he nibbled at the swell of her breasts. Nikki could feel the warmth of his breath through her lace bra as hi
s mouth hovered over her. She knew if she opened her eyes he'd be watching her face intently with those baby blues. He'd be waiting for her to react, to give him an indication of the right path. Nikki took a deep breath forcing her breasts to rise up towards Trace's waiting mouth. That was the indication he'd been waiting for. His mouth latched onto her nipple and suckled at it through the lace.

As the wet lace rasped across her nipple Nikki let out the breath she'd been holding. The rush of air was accompanied by a slight moan.

"Music to my ears
," she could hear the smile in Trace's voice.

His mouth travelled down her stomach while his fingers busied themselves with the button and zip on her skirt. He slid the material down her legs discarding it somewhere on her bedroom floor. Trace began to massage her tired muscles starting at her calves and working his way up. The movement
s of his hands were accompanied by light teasing kisses.

Nikki's body began to soften under Trace's touch. Some of the tension she now carried with her every day began to leach out of her. She forced her mind to empty and to concentrate on his touch alone. His mouth made contact with her inner thigh in a warm wet teasing kiss and began to make its way up. The ache inside her built as he teased her. His warm breath caressed her moist heat and she sucked in a breath anticipating the contact she was craving. His mouth moved away over to her other thigh to start the climb again.