towered over her six feet five inches of solid powerful muscle clad in nothing but dark denim jeans and it had her drooling. In one quick move he picked her up tossed her onto his bed and was on her before her head stopped spinning. His tongue was in her mouth and she could taste the remnants of herself on his tongue. Tex’s hands were all over her body, her face, her hips, her breasts, her sex he was driving her crazy. She was panting hard when she heard the rasp of the zipper on his jeans and then he was inside her. She barely had time to adjust to the feeling of incredible fullness before he began pumping in and out of her at a blistering speed. "Oh god Tex" she'd never been fucked like this until that moment and that sweet slow burn she'd loved so much with Trace was a fucking freight train bearing down on her with Tex. "You're so wet and tight" he grunted as he plunged in and out of her. She couldn't reply she'd lost the ability to form words the only thing leaving her mouth was a combination of loud moans and breathy whimpers. Then the train hit. Her muscles clamped down on his hard length seizing it and making it difficult for him to retreat or advance. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the first wave of intense pleasure hit. "Fuck. Ace" Tex began grinding deep into her. Her muscles spasmed around him as a cry finally left her mouth and that put Tex over the edge. He followed her into the abyss of pleasure with a roar of his own. Nikki drifted in a state of euphoria back into the dreamless dark.
Nikki woke to the sound of more voices in her room. "She was supposed to be meeting this guy at some warehouse in the old packing district to look at a bike. She rang Trace when he didn't show and then all we could hear down the phone were sounds of a scuffle so we road straight there and found her on the ground like that." Tex was talking to someone. "In other words you're not gonna tell me shit." Silence. "She could've fucking died Tex. You should've let me take her away when I had the fucking chance because clearly you two can't keep her safe." Tex's voice was low and full of menace when he answered "That was her choice." "That's bullshit, you begged her to stay. The two of you play her heart like it's a fucking game and she loves you both more than her own life and that's why she's here now. Now give me something." "I've already told you all there is to tell Alex." Alex? She thought she recognized that voice. What was he doing here? "The club is going to get you all killed." Nikki opened her eyes then. "Probably" her voice came out croaky "but then we all gotta die of something." Three sets of eyes were on her "Hey Alex." She looked him over. He was in suit pants and a business shirt no jacket, his badge hanging on his belt, his gun in a shoulder holster. He'd made detective awhile back and it looked good on him. "Hey Nikki. It's been awhile. How you feeling?" His voice was soft and full of genuine concern. She scoffed "Like I was shot and stabbed." "About that?" he raised his eyebrows at her. She closed her eyes. Yeah about that. Images flashed through her mind and her stomach twisted. "Don't remember much. Was supposed to look at a bike. Guy didn't show so I called Trace. Don't know what happened after that." She opened her eyes again to look at him. Alex was pissed off "You gonna feed me that shit too Nikki." She sighed. She was fucking tired and hurt all over "It's what happened." He continued to glare at her.
"So you don't know anything about your mother's house being burnt to the ground." What? Nikki looked up at him in surprise. The fucking thing had been standing when she left. "What do you mean it burnt to the ground?" The question hissed out between clenched teeth. Alex's face changed from accusatory to apologetic in a flash. "Shit you really didn't know. I'm sorry Nikki I just figured this was all connected." They burnt her mother’s house down? They fucking burnt the house down. Did they burn
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