“Fuck, baby, you sick?” Nix asks from behind me, his voice still full of sleep.

“Go, Nix. You don’t want to see it let alone smell it,” I moan, my head still in the bowl. He ignores me of course and pulls my hair back as I empty my stomach into the bowl.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he places a cool washcloth over my forehead.

“You feelin’ better?” he asks after a few minutes of reprieve.

“Yeah, I think I got it all up,” I say, standing to wash the funk out of my mouth.

“I’ll get you something to eat,” he says, walking away. The thought of eating after what I just threw up makes me dry heave, but I don’t argue. I already know he won’t listen. Cleaning up and making myself presentable, I make my way to the kitchen.

“Kadence,” Jesse booms from the table as I walk straight to the coffee machine.

“Shhhh,” I whisper, turning away from him. I don't know how in the hell Jesse can even be up and about this morning after the things I witnessed last night, let alone be in a happy mood. He laughs louder, seeing how I pulled up from last night.

“Fuck, girl, you sure know how to party with some of the big guys,” he laughs into his coffee cup.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” Sy smirks from the door. “Didn’t think we would see you this morning,” he says as he makes his way to get his morning coffee.

“Ease up, guys. It was my first clubhouse party,” I whine into my coffee.

“Here, baby,” Nix says, passing me a piece of dry toast. “Eat,” he demands, pointing to the spot next to Jesse.

“Gah,” I grumble, sitting down next to a smiling Jesse.

“You did good,” Jesse nods. I don’t know how he thinks I did good. I got drunk off my ass and now I’m paying for it.

“He’s right. You did do good. Told all those bitches who was boss,” Nix laughs and I drop my head to the table.

“Can we not talk about it?” I ask, hoping they’ll drop it.

“Hell, no, that shit was funny,” Brooks says as he walks in to the kitchen. “I knew you had it in you,” he winks, walking past me.

“You were so hot, going all possessive over me,” Nix whispers into my ear.

“Is it really like that at every party?” I ask, hoping it’s not. I don’t know if I could handle knowing these skanks are trying to get into my man’s pants. They all laugh, not answering my question.

“Don’t worry. You made it known not to fuck with you,” Nix says, putting me at ease.

“Though she hasn’t met Chrissie yet,” Brooks adds.

“Oh, yeah,” Jesse laughs, making me worry more.

“Who the fuck is Chrissie?”

“Forget her,” Nix says, putting me at ease. “The bitch will hear how you laid Tina out.” At the mention of Tina’s name, the boys all start laughing. I feel kind of bad that I did that, but I was sitting right there and the woman just rubbed her tits along his arm. Hell the fuck no. I don’t know what came over me. Okay, that’s a lie. I know what came over me; my temper getting the best of me. Once Nix told her to fuck off, she still didn’t listen so I had to do something to get her to listen. I wasn’t expecting to have to pull her off him. I’m mortified while the guys think it’s epic. Great, now I’ll never live this one down.

“Next time I see her, I’ll tell her I’m sorry.”

“Like fuck you will,” Nix warns. “The bitch had it coming. Forget it, Kadence. She’ll now know not to fuck with you. You wanna survive in the club against women like her, they need to know you won’t back down.” All the boys nod, agreeing with him.

“Okay,” I say, taking a bite of my toast. I didn’t really wanna say sorry anyway.

“Eat up, baby. We’re going for a ride,” he says, watching me slowly eat my breakfast.

“Where?” I ask, not sure I can handle a ride today. I need a bed, a bucket, and some Tylenol.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, not telling me.

“I hate surprises,” I say, swallowing large bite of toast.

“You’ll like this one.”

“Dinner at your place tonight, Prez,” Jesse says, standing from the table.

“I’ll bring the beer,” Brooks says, also standing.

“I’ll get the steaks,” Beau adds, walking in and joining our conversation.

“I’ll bring myself,” Jesse laughs.

“Make sure you have a fucking shower before you turn up,” Sy says, standing next to him. “You fucking stink like sex and pussy,” he says, shaking his head. The thought of Jesse smelling like that has me standing from the chair and racing to the bathroom to throw up the half-piece of toast I just consumed, leaving the guys laughing their asses off. Assholes.

***

The sunlit clouds drift across the blue Nevada sky. Commanding my eyes to stay open, I take in the sight of them. Fresh air fills my lungs with every sharp breath I take. My heart beats furiously out of my chest at that the thrill of what we’re doing. The chance that we could get caught in the middle of the day heightens the level of adrenaline coursing through me. He’s building me with every swipe of his finger and every flick of his tongue. I force myself to stay quiet, biting down on my arm as the desire to cry out becomes too much.

“Don’t hold it in, Kadence,” Nix growls from between my legs, his grumbles vibrating my pussy.

“Nix,” I pant, wanting to explode, but the thought of getting caught holds me back.

“Babe, you either come on my mouth, or you come on my cock. Either way you’re comin’,” he dictates before dragging his rough tongue through my soft flesh again.

Shit.

His finger enters me again, finding the place he knows will take me over. A blistering heat swells from my core, slowly gathering momentum as he works my clit and massages my G-spot. The yearning to sensor myself long forgotten as the wave of encompassing pleasure spreads through me. I thrash my head, back and forth. My thighs squeeze shut, locking his head between my legs. His strong hands go to my knees pushing them apart as he continues to assault my most sensitive place.

“Nix,” I cry out as the heat sears over my whole body; the most marvelous sensation prickles at my skin as my body begs for it never to end. Seized by a rush of awareness so intense, I scream out with unabashed abandon.

Nix slows his talented tongue as the wave subsides, the last of my orgasm rolling through me. My hangover long forgotten, I marvel in the aftermath of my orgasm.

Oh, God, did I just let him do that in a public place?

Sitting up from the picnic blanket, I push down my skirt and watch Nix lick his fingers clean. He looks so freaking delicious kneeling in front of me with his chin covered in my arousal and his eyes shining with a devilish glint.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you go off like that,” he states, coming back up to me and capturing my mouth with desperate urgency. The taste of myself mixed in with his taste, unfortunately, turns me on more. Jesus, I need him again.

My hands come around his neck; falling back down to the blanket, I pull him with me. His weight crashes to me. The hard pulse of his arousal in his pants rubs against the inside of my leg.

“Want me to take care of you?” I ask, smiling against his lips.

“Oh, baby, you’ve got no idea what I have in store for you.” He smiles wickedly before moving back up to his knees and hiking my skirt back up to expose my bareness. He took my panties off when we sat down for our picnic, pocketing them and told me I was not getting them back. Typical Nix.

“You’re gonna get up and you're gonna turn around and show me that sexy ass of yours.” He says it so calmly like we’re in the privacy of our bedroom and not out in the open

“No, Nix, someone will see us,” I flat out refuse. We’ve already done way too much today, and we're lucky we haven’t been caught yet. I look around seeing if anyone has stumbled upon our little hiding place.

Last night, when I was drunk off my face, I made a comment about public sex. Somehow, Nix thought fulfilling that one thing I’d yet to do would go to the top of his list. I wasn’t too keen to try, but after him convincing me, or should I say just taking me, I now know that it is indeed very hot.

It’s been three weeks since I opened up about the fire, letting him in to understand my whole ordeal. I knew for us to move forward, I had to let him in, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. I don’t know if we’re moving too fast, but we’ve spent every night together at his house, in his bed and even a few nights at the club. Even the nights he had Z, he wanted me there, me only agreeing if I snuck in after Z went to bed and leaving before he woke. Every night, he proves to me just how much he thinks I’m beautiful, how much he craves me, and every night I feel like I’m giving him a little more of myself.

His eyes find mine, anchoring me to my spot on the picnic blanket he brought along for our impromptu picnic, Nix told me we were going for a ride. He didn’t tell me we would be stopping for a public sex session.

“Yes, Kadence,” he argues, reaching down to release his erection from his jeans.

“Geez put it away, Nix.” I look around again, making sure we're still alone.

“The only place I’m gonna put this,” he stops to look down at his hand stroking his rigid shaft, “is in that tight pussy of yours.”

“You’re such a romantic,” I accuse, but the action he’s doing draws me in, mesmerizing me.

“You want romance, baby? You want roses and sweet nothings whispered to you as I worship your body gently?” The smoothness of his words caresses me. The image of him fisting himself still captures me.

“Well, it would be nice,” I lie, knowing I love his dirty mouth. No other man has been able to get me ready with one sentence.

“Fuck that. I’m hard and fast and I’m anythin’ but fuckin’ gentle. Now get on your knees and point that sexy ass in my face.”

“Do you even have a condom, Nix?” I ask, looking up from his cock.

“Don’t need one,” he states.

“Is that right?” I cock my brow at him, just waiting to hear this one. We’ve always used a condom, and as much as I want to say yes, we haven’t had the talk about it.

“I’m clean, babe, and I’ve seen those pills you take. Today, I fuck you bare,” he answers my worries, while still bossing me.

“Do I even get a say? Geez, Nix, could you get any more caveman? Me fuck you bare, woman.” I roll my eyes at him.

“I fuckin’ love it when you’re a smartass, makes me wanna fuck you harder.” He smiles, still stroking himself. Fuck, why does that turn me on.

“Why don’t you ask instead of demanding me all the time?”

“Hmm, that’s not fun, but let me try,” he smirks, leaning in and kissing my parted lips.

“Kadence, I’m gonna take you raw. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and you’ll scream so loud, you’ll be lettin’ the fuckin’ birds know how much you love my cock, and then you're gonna sit here with my cum leaking down your legs while we eat lunch, okay?” he says it so calm, like the thought of it is perfectly normal.

The corners of my lips start to lift and I try to hold in my laughter.

“Nix, that was worse.”

“What? I thought that was good. I like that idea.” He acts like he’s offended. “Okay, how about, babe, please let me sink my thick cock into your tight pussy and feel your snug heat like I haven’t before. I want to feel you tighten around me for the first time with no barrier, Kadence. Then when I finish, I want to watch my cum spill from your cunt while I eat my lunch.”

“NIX,” I yell, “don’t say that word. It's gross.”

“Nothing gross about it, babe,” he smiles, kissing me again. His tongue seductively reclaims my mouth.

“You gonna let me fuck you bare?” he asks against my lips. This time the question is tender and intimate, all teasing aside.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You’ll always have a choice, Kadence. I’ll just let you know when you make the wrong one.” His eyes sparkle with mischief and I give in to his dirty yet sweet words. Wrapping my legs around him, I feel the warmness of his cock at my center. I embrace his smoothness as he tenderly enters me. The connection of our bodies on a deeper level suspends me for a moment, the touch of his skin, the warmth of his body all brings me apart.

Does it frighten me that we seem to be getting in so deep with each other? Yes, but I can’t fight it. We can’t get enough of one another, the attraction heightened by every moment we spend with each other. I’ve known this man for seven weeks, and every day he tears at my perfectly constructed armor. To say I’m not feeling anything for him would be a lie.

“Kadence?” he whispers as our bodies move together, his rhythm intense with each slow, deliberate thrust.

“Yeah?” I answer as I feel myself begin the climb. The heat that gathers from the base of my spine rapidly builds momentum.

“You ruin me, woman,” he breathes, before taking my mouth in his. I want to tell him he ruins me too, more than I care to admit, but right now, it’s like the warmth he’s filling me is enough. It’s building quietly inside of me waiting to devastate me.

Closing my eyes, I let the sweet depth of his movements take over me, knowing more than anything that this man has the power to devastate me. I’m just not sure I’m ready to admit that to him, let alone myself.