Jax and Jokers: A Demented Sons MC Texas Novel

by Kristine Allen

  “Have a nice night, sir,” I said with a grin and a wave. He simply snorted and walked out to a beautiful old red truck. If I had to guess, it might be as old as he was.

  She set the plate in front of me while I was watching to be sure the old guy got off okay. “You antagonizing poor old Mr. Brown?”

  She stood with her arms crossed and a teasing glint in her smoky eyes.

  “Who, me?” I asked with wide, innocent eyes and my hand splayed across my chest.

  “You see anyone else in here I could be talking to?” Her tongue ran across her top front teeth, and the tip of it peeked out. Again, my cock jumped, causing me to have to shift to get comfortable.

  Her brows rose and her gaze dropped to my crotch for a moment before she smirked, shook her head, and sauntered off. Damn vixen.

  As I ate, I imagined bending her over the counter. Those thoughts didn’t help the problem in my jeans.

  Hungrier than I thought, it took no time at all to clean my plate. I’d picked up my glass to wash it all down when she came back to my table.

  “You have room for dessert?” she asked.

  “Depends,” I answered.

  “On what exactly?” She raised that brow again.

  Placing my elbows on the table, I leaned closer to her. “On if you’re on the menu.”

  A chuckle escaped her, but she sat across from me in the booth. “What makes you think I’d be interested?”

  “The fact that you didn’t dump the rest of my glass over me and you’re sitting there right now.”

  “I don’t date.” She was blunt. Like Raiven.

  Fuck. Then again, maybe getting this sexy thing under me would be what the doctor ordered. It was wrong, but a sick, twisted part of me wanted to pretend that’s exactly who she was as I gripped her hair and pounded into her. “Good, me either.”

  A sultry smile teased her full lips. Lips I really wanted to taste. She leaned forward and whispered, “I’m not a slut.”

  “Me either,” I deadpanned, trying not to laugh. She studied me for a moment, and I really thought she was going to tell me to fuck off.

  “I get off in about fifteen more minutes.”

  “I’ll wait right here.” Leaning back and stretching my arms across the back of the bench, I smirked.

  “Ms. Lisa doesn’t like customers in here after the door is locked.” Her expression said she wasn’t really worried about Lisa bitching.

  Reaching back into my pocket, I pulled out my wallet. The chain swung and bounced off the edge of the table with a clank. I tossed a twenty on the table. “I’m done eating. My bill’s paid. I’m not a customer anymore.”

  Her mouth pursed in a sexy-as-hell way as her eyes traced me from head to toe. Something told me she was undressing me as much as I’d been undressing her.

  It didn’t take long before she was shutting the lights off and I could hear her saying goodbye to the cook in the kitchen. The sound of the locks turning on the back door was followed by her footsteps as she came up front.

  She didn’t stop until she was almost toe to toe with me. The backs of her short nails trailed up my abdomen, over my chest, then her fingertips trailed along the neckline of my T-shirt.

  “Am I following you? Or are you following me?” That pink tongue peeked out and wet her lips. It wasn’t helping my dick.

  “I’ll follow you,” I growled out.

  She gave me a saucy grin, and I followed her out and waited for her to lock the front door. With one last enticing glance, she crossed the street to a car that looked like it had seen better days. Not wanting her to lose me, I tugged my helmet on and started my bike.

  Taillights flashed as she backed out. As soon as she began to move forward, I was pulling out and following her. She drove to a tiny house on the corner of one of the oldest neighborhoods in town. Though her neighbor’s lawn was overgrown and the house dilapidated, hers appeared neat. Well, the house could’ve used a coat of paint for sure, but it was tidy. Ish.

  She got out, hooked her bag over her shoulder, and leaned against the car. “Thought maybe you’d change your mind before we got here.”

  “Have you?” I asked as I stepped up to cage her in with my hands on the roof of her car.

  Her breath hitched, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. The moisture left behind glistened in the streetlight. Unable to resist, I leaned down and tugged on it with my teeth. When her mouth opened further with her sigh, I slowly slipped my tongue in to twist around with hers.

  It wasn’t long before my hands were cupping her face and hers were gripping my shirt. Pushing off the car, she pressed her hips into mine, grinding against my rock-hard erection. The movement caused me to groan into her mouth.

  “Inside,” she breathlessly whispered.

  “Lead the way,” I replied no differently.

  She grabbed my hand and proceeded to drag me up the small, rickety deck and into the house. Once we were inside, she flipped the latch on the door and walked through a darkened living room and into a hallway. The light flipped on.

  “Do you need a drink or anything?” she asked over her shoulder.

  “I’m good.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” Her lips curved, and she disappeared down the hall.

  After kicking my boots off and shooting a text to my mom not to wait up, I quickly followed.

  She was easy to find, as there were only three doors, one of which had a light shining out of it.

  When I stepped inside, the sight that met me was enough to bring me to my knees. Her pert ass stuck out as she held the mattress and peeled her jeans off with the other hand. A pale pink thong showed at the top of her ass crack, and a tattoo was barely visible under the back of her shirt.

  Looking over her shoulder at me again, she raised a brow, then slowly turned. Damn near doing a strip tease, she raised her shirt higher and higher until a matching pink bra was revealed. Her tits were full and luscious, causing my fucking mouth to water just looking at them.

  We were consenting adults. She didn’t need to know I was imagining she was someone else.

  It took me all of two-point-two seconds to undress. One more to have her slammed against the wall. Another to get the condom on, half a second to slip a finger through her wetness, and then I was buried balls deep in heaven. Maybe I was fucked-up for using her to fulfill a fantasy, but goddamn, did she feel amazing.

  “This first one is gonna be fast and dirty,” I growled into her ear. Her nails dug into my ass.

  “Bring it.”

  I brought it and bought the T-shirt.

  “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You”—Halestorm

  I’ll never know why I decided to sleep with Gunny that night. Maybe it was the eyes—so fucking blue I wanted to drown in them. Maybe it was the tattoos—so damn sexy I wanted to trace them all with my tongue. Maybe it was because I simply wanted to lose myself for a single night.

  Looking back on that night, he wasn’t kidding when he said fast and dirty. I’d told him to bring it, and fuck if he didn’t. We didn’t even make it to the bed. Like a jungle cat, he stalked up to me until I’d backed against the wall. One hand cradled the front of my neck as the other worked on his pants.

  His mouth crashed to mine as the clank of his buckle rang out. His tongue slipped in, and I groaned. It took him mere seconds to sheath himself before he was slipping a finger through my wetness. When he realized how soaked I was for him, he growled as he lifted one of my legs and shoved that thick cock in to the hilt.

  He broke away from me as we both gasped. That was the moment he warned he it would be fast and I goaded him—daring him to give me all he had.

  “You sure about that?” he ground out before he went further.

  Words eluded me, but I nodded. The heat of his palm left my throat to grab my other leg. He hefted me up to straddle him as he thrust again. Then he paused, and my nails dug into his shoulders. Desperate for him to move, I whimpered and tried to grind against him.


  “Stop,” he demanded as he gripped my ass tight and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck,” he whispered as his chest heaved and his fingers dug deeper.

  Impatient as hell, I whined but held still. Soft, needy pants escaped me as I clenched my core around his shaft.

  “Goddammit,” he said as he drove hard and deep while I sighed in relief. His movements were savage and needy. He wasn’t focused on my pleasure at that moment, but he needn’t have worried. Every wild, angry stroke was magic.

  The wood panel of the wall was digging into my back, but I couldn’t have given two shits. The way my orgasm was building, I knew it would be like none I’d ever experienced. Every powerful plunge into my body was setting me on fire.

  Sweat broke out on his brow and ran down my neck as he bit my shoulder. I shivered in ecstasy.

  Right as he yelled around my skin, he hit deep and held there. Between the throb of his cock inside me and the way he then gave several short thrusts to milk his release, I exploded. My head banged back against the wall, and I screamed as white light flooded my vision. Powerful waves swept through me, starting where we joined.

  His teeth released me, and his lips trailed up my neck, along my jaw, and to my ear. His raspy whisper tickled the shell of my ear. “Fucking hell, I knew you’d feel good, but I didn’t know it would be that goddamn good.”

  Slowly, he set my legs down, and I fought the stiffness from our position. Thankfully the wall was behind me, or I might’ve fallen over.

  “Jesus,” I mumbled with a low moan.

  “Bathroom?”

  “In the hall,” I was able to choke out. He’d have to figure out which door, because I couldn’t form more words. With a dark chuckle, he trailed a finger down my cheek, then turned toward the door.

  As I leaned on the wall, breathing heavy, he paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

  “Mmm,” I sighed. When I was finally able to make my legs work, I stumbled to the bed and fell facedown, arms sprawled out. In the span of about two minutes, he’d drained me.

  But he wasn’t done with me by a long shot.

  A ticking sensation up my leg woke me, and I realized I’d dozed off. What I at first thought were his fingers were his beard and tongue. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I mumbled into the bed cover.

  His chuckle feathered across my thigh. Nibbles, licks, and kisses wound their way up my body until he reached my lower back. When his tongue arched over to my hip, I knew he was following the lines of my tattoo.

  Line after line, he trailed. My skin rippled as I shivered and my back tightened. He traced every thread of the spiral orb web until he reached the broken center. There, he left a bite that he soothed with a kiss.

  “My little spider, where did you go?” he whispered hotly against my skin.

  “Here?” He licked the side of my breast. I clutched the linens. “No.”

  “Here?” He licked the other side. “Nope.”

  “Maybe here?” He licked the curve of my hip. “Still no.”

  “Ah, maybe here,” he rasped triumphantly as he licked down the cleft of my ass.

  “Shit,” I gasped and started to rise from the bed. His splayed hand pressed me back down. He was driving me mad, as he had my nerves firing everywhere. Stimulus overload had me squirming.

  Broad shoulders nudged my legs open further, exposing my still wet center to his greedy tongue.

  “Fuck. Fucking fucking fuck,” I murmured as my eyes rolled in my head at the insertion of two thick fingers. The man knew how to work a woman’s body. I’d give him that. Because by the time he was done tormenting me, I’d come two more times and I was pretty sure my brains were melting out of my ears.

  The crinkle of a condom wrapper had my senses perking up, but I hadn’t the energy to move. As I lay like a blob of warm clay, he lifted my hips until my knees were on the edge of the bed. With my ass in the air and my cheek in the covers, he lined himself up. Warm, callused hands slid from my hips up my back. He fisted my long hair in his hand and lifted my face from the bed.

  “I’m going to fuck you again. And again. And again. Until you can’t remember your name and I don’t care what mine is.” He thrust in hard, jarring the air out of me on a huff. “Hang on, princess.”

  For hours he used me in the most delicious of ways. The sky was taking on a hint of light when he curled up behind my pleasantly exhausted body. There wasn’t a place I didn’t ache, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

  As I dozed off, his face nuzzled into my hair. Soft as an angel’s wing, he whispered sleepily, “My little blackbird.”

  When I woke, he was long gone—his pillow cold. A contented sigh escaped me as I sprawled across his side of the bed, breathing in his lingering scent. If his scent had a name, it would be Nirvana.

  Though I only intended for it to be one night, I knew the next time he came in the diner, I’d be putty in his hands if he asked. I might break an ankle running to the bed.

  If only I’d known how wrong those thoughts would be.

  “Indestructible”—Disturbed

  Five months later…

  Coming back into town after being gone for almost a month was a mix of good and bad. It was good to be off the rig and on solid ground, but with every mile closer I got, the tension within me amped up. It was so bad that I was always itching to fight or fuck. After I slept the first day away, anyway.

  The last two trips home, I debated swinging by the diner. The “fucking” part of that equation, I might be able to get a handle on by stopping in there. I’d tried to accomplish the same relief with random chicks in my off time, but it hadn’t been the same. Both experiences fell flat, and after one round, I’d zipped it up and popped smoke.

  Though I knew the sex would be wall-banging good with Avery, the thought of going back for seconds grated. I wouldn’t want to give her the wrong idea.

  Except that didn’t stop me from driving past the diner.

  Not sure whether I was relieved or disappointed, but as I slowed and looked in the windows, I didn’t see her.

  It decided something for me, though. I called Truth.

  “Hey, stranger. You back?” Truth’s voice carried over the speakers as I whipped a bitch and headed in the direction I’d come from.

  “Yeah, got home yesterday but crashed for the better part of a day.”

  “Goddamn, I don’t know how you do it.” He chuckled. The sound of air tools whirred in the background.

  “You get used to it.” Which was the truth, but I had been looking at the local class schedules to bridge from EMT to paramedic. The desire to get certified in Texas and get a job closer to Mom and Dad was beginning to have some appeal. I hadn’t said anything, because I still hadn’t decided and I wasn’t getting anyone’s hopes up.

  “It’s Friday night and we’re finishing up. Wanna meet at my place then go down to Sixth Street?” He was obviously working as he was talking, because the call became muffled as banging carried over the line.

  “Who all’s going?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could.

  “Me, Slice, Radar, and Drew. We’re even dragging the kid with us.” He chuckled. It was shitty that I was relieved Lock and Raiven wouldn’t be going.

  “He ain’t twenty-one,” I said as I turned the corner to hit the county road leading to my place.

  “So? If we take him into the Portly Pup and he’s with us? No one will say dick shit.”

  “Or we could party at the clubhouse,” I suggested.

  “Uh, no thanks,” Truth muttered, perking my curiosity.

  “What do you mean, no thanks?”

  “We took on a, uh, couple of chicks.”

  “What? We have club whores? Or is it someone’s woman staying?” My curiosity was more than piqued by then. This chapter hadn’t ever really had any live-ins. The most I’d ever seen was local chicks that came to the parties wanting to fuck a biker—or two.

  “Live-ins.”

  “And that’s a prob
lem, why?” We’d had them in Podunk, Iowa, so I didn’t see anything wrong with them here; there simply hadn’t been any. In fact, that might be an easy fix for my dick that couldn’t seem to let a certain sexy waitress go.

  “Because one of them has her sights set on me,” he muttered.

  I laughed at his grumbled reply. Okay, maybe I’d stay away from them.

  “It’s not funny. I mean, she’s fun enough for a crazy-wild fuck, but I’m sure as hell not looking at settling down, and certainly not with someone who’s fucked most of my brothers. Bitch is nuts.”

  “Okay, Sixth Street it is.” I’d barely gotten the words out when an old beat-up truck went flying around me. It cut me off, and I had to slam on my brakes, causing my truck to swerve.

  “Sonofabitch!” I shouted as I regained control. Hitting the gas, I planned to catch up to the guy.

  Maybe the fighting was gonna come first this time.

  “What the fuck happened?”

  “Some dickhead driving like a douche cut me off, and I damn near wrecked my fucking truck. He’s hauling ass so much I can’t even catch up to him.” The old truck was disappearing around the curve.

  “And that Raptor can’t catch him? Must be the driver.” He was giving me shit because he was the one who had helped me do the latest modifications.

  “It should’ve been able to keep up, but he had one helluva head start since I damn near had to stop to avoid wrecking. It might be an old truck, but that motor is screaming.” Deciding he wasn’t worth chasing down, I breathed through my anger. Road rage wouldn’t be a very good excuse if he called the cops on me.

  “Damn, bro. People are stupid as fuck.”

  We ironed out the time, and I pulled into the driveway. Rolling past the other trailers, I parked on the side of mine facing the trees. “All right. I’m gonna get ready. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Sounds good.”

  It didn’t take me long to get ready, since all I needed to do was change my clothes. After backing my bike out of the oversized shed I’d set up, I was back on the road, headed to Truth’s.