Wicked Embers: Rebel Souls MC #1

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2.o Rachel

“You’re being ridiculous!” Jamie shouted at me. Rolling my eyes I ignored her.

“Leave her alone,” Chrissy came to my defense.

“I just don’t understand why you won’t call him.” I saw Annie shoot her a look, begging her to shut up.

It’d been almost a week and a half since I met Nathan. Jamie had been asking me every day why I wouldn’t text him.

“It’s her decision.”

“You’re the one who said to let him fuck me and get rid of him,” I reminded her.

“That was before you said, and I quote, he blew your mind.”

He had.

“It was just sex,” I said. Really amazing, hot, sweaty sex. In a public bathroom. The craziest I’d ever had sex with one of my ex’s had been the couch.

“Then why can’t you stop talking about him?” Jamie accused. I watched Chrissy and Annie exchange glances. They were used to our banter. We were more like sisters than friends and we weren’t shy about expressing our opinions. But we could also fight like sisters.

Pursing my lips I stared back at her. I didn’t have an answer. I could deny it but she was right.

“I told you. No more relationships.”

“I’m not letting this go,” she said stubbornly. “You even saved his number in your phone before tossing his card. Because you knew you’d want to call him.” I took a deep breath before downing the rest of my third glass of sangria that Chrissy made for us to enjoy by her pool.

“Will you just drop it already? No more relationships because I have no desire to be told for a third time I’m not wife material.”

The alcohol worked like truth serum, forcing my mouth to say the words before my brain could think better of it. Tears flooded my eyes as I fought desperately to blink them away.

Jamie’s face softened instantly. “You are wifey material,” she said sternly. “You dated Jackson from the time you were seventeen until you were twenty-one. He ran because he thought you wanted to get married, but you didn’t. That’s not your fault. It’s his. He wanted to sow his wild outs or whatever the fuck bull shit he spewed when he broke up with you. And where did that get him? Two baby mama’s.” She snorted taking a sip of her drink. “And Joe?” She snorted louder this time. “Four years with him to find him in bed with his neighbor from across the hall? And for him to throw that garbage at you about not being wife material? Bull. He’s just an intimidated little boy. You’re a forensic accountant who regularly works for the most powerful law firm in the county. One of the top in the whole damn state. Working for one of the best attorneys,” she paused to tilt her glass at Chrissy.

I worked freelance for almost every one of Chrissy’s cases and occasionally for a private investigator but those jobs were usually dirty, blurring the lines between right and wrong. I liked being on the right side of the law.

“He can’t handle you not being the damsel in distress he needs to feel good about himself. Fuck him,” she said finishing her drink.

“True or not it still makes me question if they’re not right. They both said the same thing.”

“Fuck ’em,” she said again.

“Although I disagree with her language,” Annie commented, shooting her secret girlfriend a look that made us all laugh. “She’s right. Your worth as a woman isn’t in any way attached to how they see you.”

“Take a chance,” Chrissy encouraged. “Love can be found in unusual places.” Annie and Jamie practically swooned at each other and I’m not sure they’re actually even trying to hide it anymore. Chrissy smirked at me before hiding it behind her glass.

“Whatever. I’ll be back,” I said, heading inside to the bathroom.

Walking into Chrissy’s house was always mesmerizing. It was newly built and completely modern. Jamie hadn’t been exaggerating her success. She was the newest addition to our group of friends. When I was twenty-two and freshly graduated I started working for her and she fit perfectly into our group. She was four years older than the rest of us.

Walking into the half bath downstairs, which despite it only having a toilet and a sink was still bigger than my bathroom at home, I turned the faucet on as cold as it would go. I splashed my face and neck, letting it cool my nerves.

I couldn’t get him out of my head and it was driving me crazy. It was just supposed to be sex.

Stopping in the kitchen I grabbed four bottles of water before heading back to the pool. As soon as I sat down my phone beeped.

Nathan: Can’t wait. I’ll pick you up at seven

I felt the color drain from my face as I scrolled through the message thread.

“Jamie!” I screeched. She just smirked at me, shrugging as if it’s not a big deal. “That’s a total violation of my privacy.”

“You’ll thank me for it someday.”

“You couldn’t have stopped her?” I asked Chrissy and Annie.

“You know how she gets,” Annie said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Be mad at me all you want. If you don’t enjoy this date I’ll drop it. Forever.”

“There’s witnesses to that statement,” I threatened.

“Scouts honor,” she said, crossing her heart. Ignoring the fact that that isn’t the scout symbol, I let it go, sighing heavily and sitting back in my lounger.

I guess I was going out with Nathan tomorrow night.

The next day after work I went straight home to get ready. As angry as I still was with Jamie, I was also thankful. I wanted to see him again.

I showered quickly, washing off my workday. Stepping out I let my hair fall out of the clip that held it and began to curl my hair in soft waves. Next was my makeup. I kept it lighter than what it had been when we went to the club, bronzing my cheekbones, a light coat of eyeshadow and two layers of mascara and adding a light gloss to my lips I was finished.

Walking to my closet I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans with rips on the knees and thighs. I filtered through my tops and settle on a red satin top with spaghetti straps and a low cut. I completed the look with black boots and a leather jacket.

At seven o’clock on the dot the intercom to my apartment rang.


“It’s Nathan,” he called.

“Be right down,” I said into the speaker. I grabbed my purse from the counter, leaving a light on in the kitchen for when I got home. The door locked automatically behind me and I nervously headed for the stairs.

When I opened the entrance I saw him leaning against a powerful bike, legs crossed, aviators hiding his gorgeous eyes. He was dressed similarly to when I met him at the club. Tight jeans, only these are grey, blue button down and a leather jacket.

He looked sexy as sin.


And it shocked the hell out of me how much it turned me on. Both of my exes had been as straight laced as they came.

“You look gorgeous,” he smiled widely at me. That same sexy smile he gave me in the club bathroom, dimples adorning both of his cheeks.

“You look nice too,” I smiled shyly at him.

I hope he liked this version of me. The me he met at the club wasn’t the real me. That was the alcohol fueled, heartbroken me.

“You okay to ride?” He gestured to the beast of a bike beneath him.

“I never have,” I said tentatively.

“If you don’t want to I can call us a cab.”

Sweet. Caring. A stark contrast to how dangerous he looked.

Biting my lower lip I tried to summon my courage. He smiled softly at me, his hand reaching out to pull my lip from my teeth.

The gesture was strange, too intimate for a first date. But this wasn’t a usual first date. Usually you found out a guy’s name. Then a date. And then sex. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay,” I nodded, summoning my courage. Coming closer he put a helmet on my head and fastened it. Straddling his bike he fastened his own helmet before reaching his hand out to me. I took it, allowing him to pull me towards him. He pulled my hand to his shoulder. Kicking my leg out, my hand clutched his shoulders to keep myself steady as I settled myself onto the bike.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Hands here,” he said, pulling his hands around his waist. “Three taps to go faster, two to slow down and one to stop if you’re gonna hurl.” He said the last part on a laugh and I swallow harshly.

He started the bike and the roar of the engine is almost deafening. My eyes clenched tightly closed as he pulled away from the curb and into the light evening traffic. When he stoped at the first red light I finally dare open my eyes. Removing his left hand from the handle bar he placed it over my hands that were digging into his shirt. I relaxed under his touch. When the light turned green he put his hand back on the bar and hit the throttle.

I forced my eyes open and took in the sight of the downtown scenery whirling by us. It was exhilarating. I tapped his chest. Once. Twice. A third time. I couldn’t see him smile but somehow I knew he was as he pulled back on the throttle and increased his speed.

By the time he parked the bike outside a little tapas place I was in love with the freeing feeling of riding on the back of his bike. He put the kickstand down and held the the bike steady while I climbed off. Unbuckling the helmet, I handed it to him.

“And?” He smiled at me before setting the helmets down.

“I loved it.” He didn’t reply but graced me with yet another panty dropping smile. And hell if he didn’t know what it was doing to me. Taking my hand he guided me into the restaurant. “Hi,” he smiled at the hostess. It wasn't the same smile he’d been giving me but she still swooned.

Couldn't blame her for it either.

“Reservation for Meyer.” She guided us to a booth close to the back. As I sat I realized I’m completely hidden from the other guests. She explained the menu but I’m only half listening. I couldn’t stop staring at him.

“What?” I asked when he pulls me out of my trance.

He chuckled softly. “What do you want to drink?”

Oh. I blushed having been caught ogling. “Red wine please.” She wrote it down before scurrying away. “Have you been here before?” I asked.

“No. I don’t come to the city often,” he says.

“Oh right. Your card says your tattoo shop is in Rikersville. You do all your work yourself?”

“No. I just put the seed money in. My buddy Ink is the artist.”

“Ink?” I quirked a brow.

“Nickname,” he shrugged. Not like it’s not fitting. “What do you do?” He asked as the waitress brought our drinks. “Mind if order for us?” He asked before I could answer his question.

“That’s fine. I’m not picky.”

He rattled off a bunch of items. The waitress didn’t write anything down. I’d be impressed if she could remember it all. “So,” he said when we were alone again. “What do you do?”

“I’m a forensic accountant.”

A strange look crossed his face but I couldn’t place it. “You like math?” He smirked at me.

“I do. But forensic accounting is much more than that. I usually work with Chrissy, one of my friends from the bar. She’s a divorce lawyer.”

“So you expose cheating husbands who try and hide money from their wives?”

“Now you're catching on,” I said with a wink. Using the lull in the conversation I continued. “I feel the need to tell you that what happened at the club-”

“You giving me the best head I’ve ever had? Or me fucking you in a men’s room?” His voice was so low, dark and smokey and already turning me on.

“Both. I don’t normally do things like that.”

“I know.”

“How?” I furrowed my brows. I had very clearly done them with him.

“You don’t seem like the type.” I went to speak but he cuts me off. “Can I make a couple guesses?” I nodded. “You’re moderately fresh off a breakup. I’m guessing some idiot ended things with you. He’d have to be to let you get away. Your friends dragged you to the club, forcing you to let lose. And then I came along.”

“That’s about it.”

“Look, Rach,” I immediately love the nickname. “Even if it was a nightly thing for you I wouldn’t judge you. I’m not that type of guy. If you’re single you can do what you want.”

“And if I’m not?” I asked, the desire to be his taking over me.

“Then you’re mine. And I don’t share.” My face flushed and I had to clench my thighs together at his words.

I wanted to be his.

He slid out of the booth and came to sit next to me. Instinctively I scooted over, but he used the motion to get as close to me as possible. I was pressed against the wall and his large muscular thigh wass pushed against mine. “Do you trust me?” He whispered.

“Yes.” He pulled a blindfold out of nowhere.

If he murdered me I was going to haunt the shit out of Jamie for making me do this.

“Relax,” he whispered, my thoughts apparently written on my face. “If you want to take it off at any point just say so. But I’m going to feed you.”

“Okay,” I managed to get out. He wrapped the blindfold around my neck, securing it, but it wasn't overly tight.

“Good?” I nodded.

My other senses were heightened. I could feel how close he wass, feel the heat radiating from his body. I heard the waitress walk up. She didn’t comment on my state. Platters of food were set on the table and Nathan said a quiet thanks before I heard her walk away again.

“Ready?” He asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Open,” he said. Tentatively I opened my mouth. I was expecting a fork, but instead I felt his fingers. Taking the offered bite from him I licked his fingers as he pulled away. I didn’t miss the groan.

“Prosciutto and melon.” He hummed in agreement and I heard him take his own bite.

“Open,” he said again. I felt his fingers at my lips again and take the offered bite.


“You’re good at this.” I laughed; his words seem strange.

“Can I have some wine.”

“Sure.” I felt the glass at my lips as he gently tilted it back. I was surprised he didn’t spill any. “Open,” he said after I’d swallowed. “Head back.” I felt the shell of something at my lips and then something slippery in my mouth. I swallowed.

“Oyster.” He hummed again.

“That’s it for the appetizers. Did you want more of something?” I shook my head no, my voice suddenly gone.

Nathan repeated the process of feeding me with the main tapas. There was paella, which he somehow still managed to feed me with his hands. Rolled salmon and the other cold fish were easier to eat off his fingers. He popped a few potatoes into my mouth and I have to ask for water because they were spicy. He chuckled lightly at my expense and I loved the sound. The last bite was a piece of steak with chimichurri sauce. I had to hold in a moan as I licked the sauce from his fingers.

The entire time he fed me his other hand rested on my thigh. I had no idea how erotic being fed could be. The blindfold definitely added to the suspense, having to use all my other senses but sight, unknowingly letting him slide food onto my tongue.

“Just dessert,” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his lips against it and I knew he was doing it on purpose, lighting every nerve ending I had on fire. I heard the waitress clear the table before setting more plates down. “Open,” he said for what has to be the hundredth time tonight. He slid in a bite of tiramisu and this time I couldn't hold back my moan.

I was nearly panting with need for him.

“Delicious,” I murmured. He didn’t comment. I felt his fingers at my lips and opened without being told. The custard fell into my mouth around his fingers so I’m sure to lick them clean as he pulled away. “Crème brûlée.”

“You’re good at this.” I laughed loudly as he repeated his words.

“It’s not hard.”

“Still.” After a few moments passed, where I assume he was enjoying his own dessert he said, “last bite.”

Eagerly I opened my mouth. As he placed whatever it is in my mouth he didn’t pull his fingers away but let them rest in my mouth. The flavor of the smooth, chocolatey cream mixed with the masculine flavor of his fingers was intoxicating.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. He let out a low rumble, from deep within his chest before removing his fingers. “Delicious.”

“Very,” he said, and I could feel the smirk on his face. Even with the blindfold I had no trouble imagining those dimples that would be the death of me.

He pushed the blindfold up to my forehead and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the lighting in the restaurant. When my eyes adjusted I found his grey-green ones, looking at me. They were filled with lust. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he picked up a chocolate truffle and popped it into his mouth. I watched as he found pleasure in the taste and swallows.

I had to kiss him.

He must have had the same thoughts because he closed the distance before I could even attempt to. His hand was anchored on the back of my neck while the other still rested on my thigh. I moaned at the first contact, my entire body on fire from the sensuous way he fed me our meal. Opening my mouth I invited him in. Nathan wasted no time swirling his tongue against mine. The satisfied groan he let out had me clenching my thighs together in need. I didn’t know how long his kissed me for but when he finally pulled away I was breathless, my chest heaving as I sucked in much needed air.

He pulled away, sliding out of the booth. Standing at the head of the table he took out his wallet and placed two hundred dollar bills on the table. Before I could protest that I asked him out and should pay he was taking my hand and helping me out of the booth. The restaurant that was crowded when we got there was near empty.

Back at his bike he placed the helmet back on my head and fastened it. When it was my turn to climb on I managed to do it with more grace than the first time. He pulled away from the curb, picking up speed as he headed to my apartment.

I was sure he knew as well as I did that he was coming inside.

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