Jax and Jokers: A Demented Sons MC Texas Novel

by Kristine Allen

  Since her legs were still spread around me, I flipped the full skirt of her dress up, baring her pussy to me. One finger, then two slid in so easily, I knew she was ready.

  Torn, I didn’t know if I wanted to taste her more than I wanted to fuck her.

  Taking her hand from my cock, I placed it so her fingertips slid through her own juices. Then, I took it and sucked her wet digits between my lips. With her fingers still in my mouth, I lined my tip up and slipped into her hot, wet heaven.

  Perfect and oh, so goddamn good. Nothing would ever surpass how she fit me like a glove.

  Tight, wet, and hot.

  Fighting for control, I stilled. Her hand fell to cup her tit, and I groaned.

  Leaning down over her, I took her lips in a savage kiss, deeply stroking my tongue against hers, teeth clicking. I wanted to breathe her in—consume her.

  A single thrust. So fucking good.

  One more. I knew I needed to pull out.

  Again. Harder that time.

  She whimpered into my mouth, and I gripped her hip tight. My partly numb hand wrapped in her hair. Knowing I needed to withdraw, I started to step back, but she dug her heels into the back of my thighs.

  Done for, I broke free of her lips and plunged deep inside that magical fucking pussy. A few strokes in, and I lost all control. I bit at her exposed flesh, soothing the sting with my tongue. Pulling her nipples deep into my mouth, I sucked hard as my cock pounded into the wet sheath that owned me. The taste that washed over my tongue was sweet, and I knew immediately what caused it. It should’ve made me want to stop, but it only spurred me on.

  “Jaxon,” she moaned, and hearing her say my name did something crazy to me. Drowned by emotions I still wasn’t ready to analyze, I buried myself in her heat as I tugged on her pert nipples with my teeth. Knowing that I was the ultimate cause of that cloying flavor awoke a feral beast within me.

  I’d done that. I’d planted my seed within her. I’d created a baby with her. Whether it had been our intention or not, it had happened. She’d nurtured my baby for months in her beautiful body. Though it wasn’t the time, a primitive part of me wanted to keep her pregnant with my babies.

  Control slipped from my grasp, and I fucked her like a man possessed. Because I was.

  The slap of sweaty skin echoed in the night air. Interspersed grunts and sighs blended with the sounds of the hot Texas night.

  Pulling one leg free from my hips, I pushed it up until her knee was by her lush chest. The angle it created elicited a gasp and a throaty sigh from her kiss-swollen lips. Stormy blue eyes locked with mine as I fucked her cunt like I owned it.

  Because make no mistake, I did.

  “Fuck, Avery,” I growled. Her nails dug into my skin, and her eyes went heavy as I shoved my cock wildly into her heated depths. Harder, faster, I couldn’t get enough. When her walls began to close in on me, I shuddered. Not wanting it to end, I ground my teeth together and held her hip in a bruising grip.

  “Oh God,” she whined. “Oh God, oh God, oh God! Fuck, Jaxon, I’m coming! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Violent pulses gripped my cock, squeezing it so tight my eyes crossed. Brutally strong, they sucked me into the vortex, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Balls tightening, back tingling, I could feel it coming closer and closer. No more than a half dozen thrusts, and the initial burst of pleasure was upon me. What I wasn’t prepared for was my release to hit me like a goddamn tsunami.

  Head thrown back, hair falling in my eyes, I roared, “FUCK!” Wave after wave of excruciatingly intense rapture blasted through my cock, spraying deep in her hot cunt as I tucked into her body and convulsed with each wave.

  Sweaty and gasping for oxygen, I breathed into her neck. Once I began to come down from the high I’d been riding, I tasted the salty tang as I kissed her soft skin.

  Again, the desire to consume her filled me. Clutching her tightly, I savored her until my breathing returned to a semblance of normal.

  When I pushed up for fear I was crushing her, I took in her disheveled appearance and grinned. Long dark hair was spread wildly across the hood and stuck to her temples; beautiful tits heaved as the sticky wetness glistened in the dim light; dress bunched around her waist; and my still hard cock buried balls deep in her soaking wet pussy.

  Floating in a post-orgasmic haze, I slowly realized why she’d felt so fucking phenomenal. “Aw, shit,” I muttered as I looked down at my bare, wet cock, where it jumped inside her, wanting to go another round.

  “What?” she asked breathlessly, eyes wide.

  “I forgot the fucking condom,” I muttered. Stupid fucking rookie mistake. You’d think I’d have learned after knocking Avery up with a condom on and doubled up, not gone bare. The problem was, she was my motherfuckin’ kryptonite—drawing me in, but, oh so goddamn dangerous.

  “Do you—” she started, then paused, eyes wide.

  “No, I don’t have any shit. My last checkup for the company was before I went out last. Clean bill of health. You?” That wasn’t really my worry though.

  “Got checked after I found out I was pregnant. I’m good. And after Tristan was born, I had my doctor start me on the pill. Just in case.” She appeared chagrined, and a little part of me blazed in jealousy at the thought of her with anyone else. The level of rage it triggered told me that what I had for her was so much more than the infatuation I’d had for Raiven.

  Not wanting to think about that shit when my dick was still inside her, I leaned over and kissed her leg that was still folded up to her chest. Then I stood upright and reluctantly withdrew.

  Our combined come was likely running all over the hood of her piece of shit car, and I smirked in amusement. Catching it in my hand proved I was right.

  “In case there was any doubt, this is mine,” I growled as I teasingly rubbed our fluids all over her swollen pussy lips and inner thighs.

  “Next Life”—Pop Evil

  “That was by far the hottest sex I’ve had in my life,” I gasped as the hard hood began to make my back ache.

  “Better than the first time?” he asked with a smirk before he leaned over and flicked my nipple with his tongue. Arching slightly, I sighed.

  “Oh, my God, so much.” I huffed out a deep breath.

  “Tristan with Nova and Mattie at their place?” he asked as he tucked away his cock and straightened his boxer briefs and pants. The clank of his belt rang out into the night as he buckled it.

  Feeling boneless, I could only nod as I lay there on the hard hood watching his muscles ripple with his movements. His tattoos were dark and dangerous-looking in the low light, but that only increased his sex appeal. I wanted him again.

  “Think they’d keep him all night?” he asked as he clasped my hand in his good one and helped me stand. The skirt of my dress fell down over my legs, but my breasts were still exposed to the evening air.

  Pressing little kisses as he went, he righted my clothing.

  “Leave your car here. We’ll get it in the morning.” He smoothed my hair and ran a coarse thumb along the curve of my cheek. His fingers curled around my nape, and he leaned in to give me a lingering kiss that had my heart pounding and between my legs tingling again.

  Like he couldn’t get enough, he kept trailing soft little pecks along my lips and cheek while his hand held me in his grip. When he finally broke free and stared into my eyes, I was breathless again.

  “Okay,” I said in a dreamy tone.

  Knowing I must look a mess, I bit my lip in embarrassment as we got closer to the circle of light that lit the exterior of the clubhouse. There were several guys I didn’t recognize standing in small groups. Then I noticed Smoke and Radar were with them, and I wanted to die. There was no way they hadn’t heard us if they’d been outside for any length of time.

  As we walked past them, I ducked my head to hide behind my curtain of hair. The cheering and catcalls were enough that I groaned in embarrassment. Gunny chuckled softly.

  “It’s nothing to l
augh at, Gunny!” I whispered in mortification.

  He squeezed my left hand in his right and leaned down to kiss my cheek as we kept walking. “I liked it better when you were calling me Jaxon,” he said teasingly into my ear. My face flamed, and I started to walk faster, tugging him along as he laughed.

  The entire way back to his house, he cast heated glances my way.

  We didn’t make it three steps in the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off and tumbling onto the couch. Before I could say a word, he was deep inside me and my legs were straddling his hips. He tightly gripped my ass and lifted me up and down on his thick shaft.

  “Oh fuck, you feel so damn good,” he called as his head rested against the back of the couch. Eyes heavy with need, he thrust his hips upward each time he pulled mine down to meet his. With each stroke, he hit something deep inside that caused a trembling pleasure to pass through me.

  Almost incapacitating in nature, the sensations taking over left me incapable of forming words. My nipples were so tight, they bordered on painful; he fucked me as my breasts bounced in his face. His teeth teased them mercilessly, nipping first the nipples, then the sensitive skin along the sides.

  “I want you to come all over my cock. Soak me. Do it now,” he demanded, like I could control when I came. Well, maybe I couldn’t, but he sure as hell could, because he’d barely whispered the words and I was pulsing around him with my chin dropped to my chest and every muscle in my body tensed. Wave after wave of ecstasy slammed into me as he continued to rock my world.

  Once my body began to relax, he raised his hips, lifting us off the couch. Like the beast of a man he was, he carried me until my back was against the wall. By the time he emptied into me, we’d moved back to the couch, where he had me bent over the arm with my hair fisted in his hand and my back tightly arched.

  Our grunts and panting moans surrounded us as we came down from the incredible high of our mutual release.

  After he’d spent the next couple of hours fucking me in every way imaginable, we lay in a heap with the sheets a tangled mess at our feet. Deliciously aching everywhere, I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

  Unsure of how much time had passed because it was still dark out, I shifted and exhaled.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as I woke to his teeth lightly scraping along the most sensitive area of my shoulder and the weight of his body covering mine from behind. His thick cock was slowly sliding in and out of my accommodating body as I lay with one leg hiked up to the side.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he said before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck. Chills shot through my body as he hit that favorite spot between my neck and shoulder. “You’ve wrapped me up in some magic voodoo spell, and I can’t think straight. All I can manage to process is my need to be buried in this body. I want to devour you,” he rasped as he licked, nipped, and sucked along my neck and back.

  “Yes,” I groaned and pushed myself up into his hips. Needing more, I met his slow thrusts. I gasped as his thumb slipped into the crevice of my ass, trailing down to circle the puckered area I’d never thought I’d let anyone into. Softly, his fingertips tickled and teased the area.

  “I want this again, but all the way this time,” he groaned into my shoulder as he rested his forehead against me. His slow movements continued as he breathed hot air onto my sensitive skin. So lost in the moment the night before, I’d allowed him to push his thumb in. Panic and lack of preparation had prevented me from letting him go further. This time I realized I wanted everything from him.

  Then he whispered, “I want every part of you.”

  Little did he know, he held everything I was in the palm of his callused, tattooed hands. He owned me heart and soul. I wasn’t exactly sure when it had happened, but slowly, he’d found his way in so deeply, I didn’t think I’d survive if he was extricated.

  “Yes,” I whispered. He stilled.

  “Yes?” Surprise colored his voice.

  Licking my lips, I paused. “Yes, Jaxon,” I reiterated.

  “Aw, fuck, baby.” He lifted my hips, bringing me to my knees, and slammed his massive cock into me. Harder and harder he plunged, until I came on a scream, his name running together over and over. Once the powerful spasms of my pussy clenching around him had stopped, I whimpered. Ever so slowly, he slid from my heated depths, leaving me sad and bereft. Empty.

  The crinkle of a condom wrapper was followed by the sound of him rolling it along his length. In my mind, I pictured it, and need flooded me.

  First he slid in my wet sheath for a few strokes. Then he withdrew. Cold hit the tightly puckered skin of my ass as he coated me in slippery liquid. Pressure followed as he slipped a finger in, and I tensed.

  “Easy, baby. Relax. Breathe,” he soothed as he pushed further. Another finger eased in and he slowly slid in and out, stretching me with each movement. His other hand started circling my clit and I moaned.

  When I’d relaxed, he withdrew his fingers and added more lube. The fat tip of his cock pushed against me and I tensed.

  “I won’t hurt you, baby. If you can’t handle it, you tell me to stop. Push out as I push in.” My eyes widened at his instruction and my head whipped around to stare at him in shock.

  He chuckled breathlessly. “You trust me?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  He reached around and played with my clit until I was panting with need again. Before I knew it, he had worked his way in. Slowly, he stroked in and out as a choked groan escaped him. “God fucking damn. Holy fuck. So motherfucking tight,” he rasped as he grunted, fighting to control his movements.

  The sensation was impossible to describe. I never thought doing it like that would be enjoyable. But before I knew it, a tingling, anticipatory ecstasy began to flood me. Breathless, I experienced euphoria as he reached around and circled my clit over and over. His lips trailed over me, pressing kisses to my heated skin. The stimulation from so many areas had me in sensory overload.

  Shocked, I blurted out, “I’m going to come!” And come I did. All over him, the sheets, my legs—everywhere.

  His pace increased slightly until he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and hot spurts landed on my back and ass. His grunts of pleasure reverberated through my back where he’d slouched over me.

  “Jesus,” he said on a breathless moan.

  We fell to the side, coated in our mixed fluids. Neither of us cared enough to worry about it as we dozed off again.

  “We’re gonna have to wash these sheets,” I mumbled. His laughter was breathless and tickled my shoulder.

  “Likely,” he agreed.

  “Thank you so much for watching him.” I grinned as I kissed my little chubby-kins, causing him to giggle. Tristan wiggled against me as I snuggled him close.

  “Please. He’s never a bother. Besides, it gives us practice,” Nova replied with a snicker as Smoke grunted from the couch where he was watching baseball on the TV.

  “Just wait, Dad. You’ll be doing that every night soon,” Mattie shouted from the kitchen. I glanced over to see her covering her mouth as her shoulders shook with mirth. Biting my lip, I tried not to laugh as well.

  “Let me take him,” Gunny offered. Though he tried not to show it, he eagerly took our son in his arms. It still amazed me that this badass biker could be such an incredible father.

  “Oh! I forgot his bag in the spare bedroom. Would you help me to make sure I get everything?” Nova gave me an innocent wide-eyed gaze. Smoke rolled his eyes, and Gunny sat by him with a suppressed grin.

  “Sure,” I tentatively agreed. Following her down the hall that held the extra bedrooms, I glanced over my shoulder to see Smoke reaching over to tap Tristan on the nose. Gunny was holding him up and rocking him back and forth as Tristan giggled and drooled.

  Quickly pulling me in the room, Nova shut the door. “Spill! How did it go? I’m assuming by the way you’re walking and the fact that you didn’t come back for Tristan that it went well.” Her eyes twinkled with e
ager anticipation of my answer.

  “Better than well,” I said as my cheeks heated and I bit my lip.

  “Smoke said y’all didn’t even make it home,” she said with a mischievous lift of her lips.

  “Oh my God.” I hid my face in my hands and leaned against the wall. Mortification filled me. I didn’t know if I’d be able to show my face at their clubhouse again.

  “Girl, don’t be embarrassed! That’s hot as hell. And trust me, it’s easy to get carried away when you have men like ours.” Uncovering my face, I caught a flush sneak up her neck to blossom on her cheeks.

  I raised my brow, and she shook off whatever thoughts were stirring in her mind. With a grin, she grabbed Tristan’s bag that was neatly packed up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  She blew out a ragged breath. “Nothing. Just be thankful that our men know how to keep us happy.” She rested a hand on her swollen belly, and we both smiled. “So now what?”

  I shrugged. “I’m not sure. We didn’t really talk about much. But he did say that I was his, so I’m hopeful that means he’s going to give us a shot.”

  “Hopeful?” She snorted. “Avery, I told you before, that man is head over heels for you. He just needed the right push to see it. Oh, I’m so happy for you!”

  Though I was afraid to be too sure, my chest fluttered, and I couldn’t keep from smiling. Taking the bag from her, I put it over my shoulder. “Thanks,” I said. “For everything.”

  “What are friends for?” she said as her face lit with a huge smile.

  Optimism bloomed deep within me.

  Little did I know, all good things must come to an end.

  “Patience”—Guns N’ Roses

  “Really?” Disbelief hit me. I’d been given the okay to ride. My eyes flashed to Avery where she sat holding our son in her lap. He was chewing on a big rubbery ring, oblivious of the elation I was experiencing. Pleased, her full lips curled at the corners.

  “Even though you’re still experiencing a slight numbness and occasional tingling in your fingertips, I’m very happy with your progress and grip strength. If you keep your initial rides shorter, working up to longer ones, I think you’ll be fine. Be aware of your limits and don’t overdo it,” he said with a nod. I couldn’t quit smiling.