Behind Blue Eyes (3 page)

“You’re an asshole!” Pipe yelled to him.

“I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but Nuke, I’ve changed. I really have.”

“You left a dead woman that you claim to love on the sidewalk!” Pipe reminded him.

“I was trying to get us help. I couldn’t lift her, I’d been shot,” Holden quietly replied.

“What do you want from me?” Nuke grimaced, regretting already that he was asking the question. He couldn’t let Holden and his idiotic behavior cause harm to his mother and sister. Even though his family didn’t like him, he still wasn’t going to let something bad happen to them if he could stop it.

Holden would have smiled if he hadn’t been in so much pain. “I know that you deal with men like Kordell all of the time. Go to his house and reason with him for me!”

Nuke bit down on the inside of his jaw. “How much money you take from him?” He had a little over fifteen-thousand stashed away. He and Jasmine were saving to buy some land where they could build a house. Until then, they were still living in his trailer. His Uncle Jim had worked on the plans for the future house. He was going to help them build it, along with members of the club when the time came. That was a long way away. He had to get more money and there was no way in the world he would wipe out the rest of their savings to help this loser.

“He thinks I stole a hundred grand, but I didn’t! I swear!”

Kevin let out a long whistle. “Go ahead, Nuke, write little bro a check.”

“Yeah right, if I had that kind of money, I’d…”

“You’d stay at home and keep Jasmine chained up all day,” Pipe interrupted with a laugh.

Nuke turned up the corners of his mouth and nodded in agreement.

“I’m not asking for money. I just need for you to deal with Kordell for me, please.”

“He begs like a bitch,” Medic said as he walked back into the room. “I called Fincher; he’s on his way over.”

“Good.” Nuke nodded. “And just how do you expect me to DEAL with Kordell?” He turned his attention back to Holden.

“I…I don’t know. Just do what you people do!”

“Did you just say, ‘you people’?” Pipe stomped up to him.

Holden had nowhere to run to, even if he could run. “I meant no disrespect. I just mean…come on, cut me some slack! I’ve been shot!”

“Stop being a pussy. Most of us have been shot or stabbed at one time or another!” Medic said. “You’re not dying! I did a damn good patch job on you.”

Nuke snickered as he turned to Medic. “Set him up in one of the storage compartments. Post Ice outside. Ask Tech to check into Nick Kordell. Send the rest of the prospects and the hang arounds home ’til after the body’s been removed.”

Holden let out a loud grunt to get the attention back on him. “In the storage compartments? Why can’t I go with you to your place, Nuke?” Holden attempted to move by Pipe but he was thrown back up against the wall.

“Because, Holden, I don’t like you.”

Medic then grabbed Holden by the upper arm and hustled him out of the room. Kevin twisted around to face Nuke. “Do you believe him?”

“He’s desperate, that’s for sure!” Nuke replied. “However, that little bastard doesn’t know how to tell the truth.”

The deeper the love

It was after seven a.m. when Nuke finally arrived home. He walked to the bedroom and gently pushed the door open, peeking inside. Jasmine was sound asleep with her hand on her cell phone; she was wearing one of his shirts. It made him smile, but it also bothered him that she constantly worried about something bad happening to him. She always slept with the phone on the bed when he didn’t come home. That didn’t happen often. He tried hard to not go on runs that took him away for more than a few days. She went to rallies with him and the club, but when it came to certain club dealings, he shielded her from them as best he could.

She was breaking one of his rules. He liked her naked in bed. Still, he smiled at how sexy she looked lying there in bed with his shirt on. They had a bond that only the two of them could understand.

Easing his way into the room, he placed his cut on the arm of the chair in the bedroom. He quietly edged his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

He was mentally exhausted and irritated at his brother. Things never went well when Holden was around. Admittedly, he’d tried over the years to have a relationship with Holden and his sister. After the last incident with Holden, he’d stopped. It wasn’t worth the effort. They had their opinion of him and he had his opinion of them.

He returned to the room and climbed underneath the sheets. He scooted over and wrapped himself around her body and tried to calm himself down. It helped that she didn’t have anything on underneath his shirt. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair. The smell of her always brought him comfort. He’d often joked that the smell of Jasmine was better than any psych medication he’d been on.

The events of the early hours of the morning were on constant replay in his mind. The pieces of the evening involving Holden didn’t add up. Nothing with his brother ever turned out well.

Nuke started to caress Jasmine’s stomach and she stirred. His hand drifted up to her breasts and he began massaging, teasing her nipples, making them hard. He kissed her shoulder as she began to stir more.

She soon awakened underneath his touch. “Baby,” she said as she turned over to face him. “Is everything okay?” Her voice was groggy. “I was worried about you.”

He opened his eyes when she turned over. He held her gaze as he whispered the word,
“no.”
His fingers brushed through her messy hair and then lightly he caressed her frowning brow.

“Is it something you want to talk about?”

“No…I don’t know.”

Her lips softly kissed his. “I can see it written all over your face and body, you’re wound up tight. I hate to see you like this.” Jasmine touched his cheek. She knew that sometimes she had to give Nuke his space before he decided to open up, if he decided to open up, but she still always offered an ear of support. He knew without a doubt she’d keep anything he said to herself.

“You’re wearing my shirt in bed,” he said with a real smile, changing the subject.

“Your shirts are comfy and I love the way you smell. Have you slept at all?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“No. It’s so much going on, Jasmine,” Nuke moaned as he rolled over onto his back. His tone was flat and almost defeated.

She scooted over and took her spot in the crook of his arm. She said nothing; she just laid there listening to him breathe as she caressed his chest and stomach. He hadn’t fully grasped his new position in the club. Nuke liked flying under the radar until he felt the need to be seen.

The Sergeant-at-Arms was responsible for ensuring that the bylaws of the club were not violated.  He was also responsible for seeing that the orders were carried out in an appropriate manner.  Nuke was in charge of the safety and security of the club and all of its members, especially the club president Mitch. It was a heavy burden for him to bear and he was still fighting tooth and nail against the role, but Mitch wanted him in the position. He had “plans” for him is what he always said when Nuke got into one of his moods. Mitch, much like Jasmine, knew that you just had to let Nuke be and sooner than not he’d come around and always do what needed to be done in any situation.

They laid there for an hour. He was so still she thought he was asleep until she looked up and saw his eyes wide open. His mind was working a mile a minute. “You should try and get some sleep. Do you want me to make you something to eat first?”

“No, that’s okay.”

Jasmine started to say something else but decided against it. She gave him a tight hug and just lay there in his arms.

“My brother is here,” he finally said. “He’s the guy that they found shot in the boneyard.”

“And the woman that died, who was she? Can you tell me that?”

Nuke didn’t say anything for a moment. He let his fingers glide up and down her shoulder. “His girlfriend, or so he says. I don’t know what to believe.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She rubbed his chest. She could feel his anger pulsating though every muscle in his body.  “What . . . what did you do with her?” She was learning to cope. That was what Amy had schooled her on. Her way of coping was facing the reality of the situation.

“I had Medic get in contact with Fincher. He’ll make sure she’s found somewhere else.”

“Why is your brother here? Is his life in danger?”

“He claims he wants my help. That some guy believes that he stole some money from him. Holden was banging the guy’s wife, too. That’s the woman who was killed.”

“Who shot them, that lady’s husband?”

“He says he doesn’t know who shot them. I think he’s full of shit. Something’s not right about his story and the fact that he showed up here at all is odd.”

“You have good instincts Nuke; use them. What is your gut telling you about your brother and what’s going on?”

“It’s telling me that he’s lying.”

She’d never met Holden or any member of Nuke’s biological family except his Uncle Jim, who lived in town. She’d talked with his mom and sister a few times on the phone, but she didn’t have any desire to meet Holden at all. She had heard more about him than she needed to know.

Nuke continued, “I got Tech checking into the guy he named.”

“Is he asking you for money to pay that man back?”

“He says that he doesn’t want any money. That all he wants is for me to do is DEAL with him; like I’m his fucking attack dog.”

Jasmine kissed his chest. “You’re more like a cute, cuddly, naughty puppy!” she chuckled. 

“Whatever!” Nuke tried hard to fight back a laugh but he lost. “Jasmine, you’re probably going to meet him later on today. If he makes any advances toward you, you tell need to tell me. If he does or says anything inappropriate, you need to tell me. Just don’t tell me if you think he’s hotter than me.” Nuke cracked half a smile.

“You know I’d tell you, baby. Plus, no one is hotter than you,” she said with a huge grin on her face.

He gently tilted her face up to his. He stared longingly into her eyes. “I don’t trust Holden.”

“If you don’t trust him, baby, then I don’t trust him.”

He felt his cock stir just from the passionate look in her eyes. He rolled back over and gripped the collar of the T-shirt she was wearing. “What should I do about this?” Nuke’s voice was firm but seductive.

“What?” Jasmine said softly. She could tell from the look in his eye and the hardening of his cock what he wanted. “It’s comfy. I couldn’t fall asleep until I put it on. I’m sorry I broke your rule.” She reached down and touched his cock.

“You get me so fucking hard,” Nuke laughed. “You need to be corrected, baby, and I really, really need to punish you.”

“I deserve it. I’ve been a bad girl,” Jasmine responded quietly.

He pulled the collar of the T-shirt down and exposed her huge tits. Her nipples were already hard. They were poking out and begging for attention.  He moaned out loud as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue across her nipples before he slapped her tits hard several times.

Jasmine yelped and bit down on her bottom lip. Nuke looked her in the eyes as he roughly captured her breast for several minutes longer. A million things were going through his head that he pushed to the back of his mind. He wanted her and that was the only thing he was going to focus on.

He released her and slid out of the bed. “Get over here!” he ordered her.

She scrambled off of the bed and stood in front of his sculptured naked body with her eyes down. Her tits were still uncovered, hanging out of the neck of the T-shirt for him to use as he saw fit along with the rest of her body.

“Go get the strap from off the wall!”

Jasmine paused for a brief moment. She was mentally trying to prepare herself for the punishment he was about to inflict. She quickly retrieved it and hurried back over to Nuke. She gave it to him, using both her hands with palms face up like he had taught her.

“Lean over onto the bed, spread your legs wide. I need to see that pussy and ass.”

She obeyed. It was hard to hold still with the arousal that she was feeling. He reached out and touched her ass with his hand, caressing her plump cheeks. Then he pushed the T-shirt up higher. He wanted to see the Property of Nuke tattoo he’d given her, a circular tattoo in red and black ink. It turned him on every time he looked at it.

As soon as he moved his hand, the leather strap landed on her bottom. Jasmine let out a loud squeal as he quickly followed with another slap.

Her body jerked and her foot slipped. He gave her a moment to readjust herself before he placed another hard lash across her plump buttocks.  She started to scream when his firm, perfectly aimed strokes smacked the inside of her thighs and her wet spot in between her legs.

Tears streaked down her face as the leather cracked in the air and he landed six more quick hits to her inflamed bottom. He stopped and slid his hand up and down her slick opening.

As much as she hated when he corrected her, she loved it, too. It brought them closer together. The love, the caring, the trust, it was something she’d thought she’d never have on this level. They were meant for each other and no one could tell her different.

Jasmine bit down on her bottom lip again as he slipped a finger into her pussy. Then he pulled it back out and stuck it in his mouth. His punishment for her was quickly turning into foreplay.

“You taste so sweet. Don’t move!” he said as he walked out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a shaved ginger root. “Hold still, honey.” He slowly slid the ginger root into her ass. “You good, baby?” he questioned her as he rubbed her lower back and kissed her shoulder.

Jasmine moaned out loud and nodded her head. Nuke then smacked her hard with the strap again. The burning sensation from the ginger root started to radiate through her ass.

Nuke stepped back and delivered four more turns of the strap to her flesh before he stopped. Droplets of his sweat were beading up on his body and his breathing was heavy.

He moaned as he lowered his head and bit her ass.  Then he kissed her ass checks, licking his way up her back as he slipped two of his fingers into her pussy again. She gasped with sobs of pleasure and pain as he started to massage her clit. 

Jasmine started to shiver and shake as he sped up the pace of his fingers in her pussy. He groaned as he fought the need to start fucking her. 

“Yes!” Jasmine shouted out as she smashed her face onto the blanket. “Please, please, Oh God, I’m close. Please let me cum!” They were working on orgasm control and she’d been failing miserably at it.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum!” He laughed as he stopped and removed his hand from between her legs. He playfully smacked her on the ass.

Jasmine groaned out loud in frustration. Nuke grinned as he reached over and grabbed her by her hair. He pulled her off of the bed and down onto her knees. She knelt before him, disoriented and pulsating with the near bliss satisfaction. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it against her lips.

“Open your mouth, slut!”

She forced herself not to smile as she looked at her name, which he had tattooed on his cock. Eagerly she obliged but he barely stuck his cock inside her mouth before he removed it again. He rubbed his cock across her face, then he teasingly let the head touch her lips.

“Lick it!”

She flicked her tongue back and forth across the head of his cock. Then he slowly slipped it in her mouth an inch at a time.

“Look at me!” Nuke commanded as he snatched her head up by her hair. “Keep your mouth wide open and get your fucking hands behind your back!”

He moved his hands to her face, stuck his fingers in and held the sides of her mouth open wider. He picked up speed with his thrust. His cock gagged her each and every time he slid his full length down her throat.

Pressing her head against his stomach, he held her there in a submissive position until she fought for breath. His own breathing was deep as he neared orgasm hearing her gag and gasp for air. It was too soon. There was more he needed to do to her. Reluctantly he took himself from her.

“Take the shirt off,” he said as he reached into the bedside table and took out a rope.  He pulled Jasmine to a standing position, spinning her around so that her back was to him. He began to bind her breasts with the rope, looping it around the full part of her breasts several times, then around her neck twice. He bent her arms up behind her and finished off in a reverse angel position.