Free Nix: The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5 by Candace Blevins Page B

in just a few seconds we can manage it for a short time, though, and I felt ten levels beyond what I’d ever felt from alcohol. There were rumors about the pheromones Pixies put out when they orgasm, and I was thinking those rumors had a huge basis in fact.
    I let the arm supporting my head collapse, and as my face hit the bed and I took a deeper breath, my balls let me know what was coming and I rolled to my stomach as my own orgasm took me without anyone touching me.
    Ecstasy slammed into me and the room faded as my hips fucked the bed. I knew I was coming in my shorts. I knew this wasn’t ideal.
    I didn’t give a fuck.
    Several long minutes later I looked up to see Tippy sitting with her legs crisscrossed in front of her, and Pixie in her lap with her arms and legs wrapped around her. Pixie saw me looking at them and whispered, “This is why we’re in such high demand.”
    I nodded. “Your secret’s safe. I’d heard rumors but I won’t further them.”
    “I didn’t think it would get this far. Didn’t think I needed to warn anyone, but once things started happening…” She buried her face back in Tippy’s neck, and my girlfriend caressed her lover’s back.
    “It’s okay,” Tippy murmured into Pixie’s hair. “We’re all good. I have zero complaints, and I’m betting once Nix gets out of his shorts and into the shower, he won’t either.”

15
    S ix months later

    T ippy

    A gainst all odds , I was madly in love with a wolf.
    Also against all odds, we’d found a way for a possessive wolf to consider a promiscuous, polyamorous deer to be his mate.
    It’d taken me a while to feel comfortable agreeing to it, but a few days ago I finally told him I thought I could go the rest of his life with only his dick. Sure, I’ll be getting lots of pussy on the side, but he’ll be the only dick in my life.
    Thankfully, he has a sense of humor.
    Also, he loves me to extreme.
    At first, I thought I loved him in spite of the fact he’s rough around the edges, he sometimes gets paid large sums of money to kill people from a mile away, he’s in a motorcycle club, and he’s a wolf. Eventually I figured out I love him because of those things. I was once married to one of the most charming species on the planet, and while Nix has certainly managed to charm me, he didn’t do it by being charming.
    He did it by seducing me, caring for me, and loving me. He did it by compromising on the hard stuff, so we were both fighting to make the relationship work. He did it by never lying to me, even when it would’ve been so much easier to avoid the truth, or even tell half-truths. He gave me brutal honesty and said, “This is who I am. Take me or leave me, but I really hope you take me.”
    And now, the ultimate test.
    Last night was the full moon and he ran with his brothers, but tonight he wants to run with me.
    My deer has been around his wolf enough we had reason to believe we could make it work, but there’s also a possibility my deer would freak once a wolf was running beside us. Deer run when we’re chased. It’s more than instinct — it’s who we are.
    My deer sees Nix as protection and not a danger now, but I was so nervous about how this was going to work, my stomach hurt.
    It was a warm summer night and we were in his backyard, just inside the forest area for cover. I couldn’t imagine there were satellites looking for supernaturals changing , but the Concilio said to only change where they couldn’t see, so we followed orders.
    I wore a simple sundress and no shoes, and he hadn’t bothered with any clothes at all. I’m not sure why I did, but I hadn’t wanted to step outside naked, so I’d slipped this on.
    I have as many clothes at his house as I do my own, now. When I have a big project or a deadline, we stay at my place so I’m closer to work. My house is closer to the gun shop, so we’re also more likely to be there if he has to teach an early class. Otherwise, we’re often at his