Drax (Iron Thunder MC Book 3)

by Kasey Krane

  Drax

  Iron Thunder MC #3

  Kasey Krane

  Savannah Rylan

  Copyright © 2020 by Kasey Krane & Savannah Rylan

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  Contents

  1. Drax

  2. Mary-Beth

  3. Drax

  4. Mary-Beth

  5. Drax

  6. Mary-Beth

  7. Drax

  8. Mary-Beth

  9. Drax

  10. Mary-Beth

  11. Drax

  12. Mary-Beth

  13. Drax

  14. Mary-Beth

  15. Drax

  16. Mary-Beth

  17. Drax

  18. Mary-Beth

  19. Drax

  20. Mary-Beth

  Sneak Peak at Ghost

  About Kasey Krane

  More Books by Kasey Krane

  About Savannah Rylan

  More Books by Savannah Rylan

  1

  Drax

  I couldn’t remember the names of the two girls hanging off my arms. So I asked them again.

  “What are your names, sweethearts?”

  We were walking down the hallway, making our way to the stairs. I had a room upstairs in the Clubhouse, where I crashed on nights I was too drunk to go back to my apartment. The girls giggled on my arms like I’d just cracked a joke.

  “Sylvia,” one of them said. She had silvery platinum hair that snaked its way down her back where I could see a scorpion on her tail bone. I smacked her ass hard and she giggled again.

  “Amara,” the other one answered. I was drawn to this one more. She had beautiful exotic olive skin and shapely dark eyes. Unlike Sylvia, this one giggled less. When she walked, her hips swayed and grazed against my body. She looked at me from under her heavy hooded eyes.

  “And we know exactly who you are,” Amara said huskily. I couldn’t remember exactly, but I had a feeling I’d never seen these women before. But there were a lot of chicks who hung around the Clubhouse. Chicks who were drawn to biker groups and men in leather cuts. Groupies. Chicks who liked to get their asses smacked.

  I grabbed her ass and squeezed.

  Amara bit down on her lip and sucked in her breath.

  “Yeah, we know who you are, Drax. You’re the President of this Club,” Sylvia said. She draped herself on my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. I could smell the beer on her breath.

  “Big, strong, powerful President,” Amara continued. “Everyone here has to follow your every command. Don’t they?”

  I grinned as she spoke. I knew exactly what she was doing. She was doing her best to make me feel powerful. To make me want her more. To subjugate her. This was her game. What was she looking for?

  To be tied?

  Some rough play?

  I crept my fingers along her nape. She had long silky dark hair and she giggled a little now.

  “I can make you feel even more powerful, Mr. President.”

  “Mr. President?” Sylvia interrupted her and broke into a laugh. “You know who you sound like right now? Marilyn Monroe!”

  Amara looked all sexy and seductive a moment ago, but now her cheeks were flushed. A flash of irritation crossed her eyes as she glared at her friend.

  It made me laugh a little. I couldn’t help myself. It was funny watching these chicks squabbling already. What was going to happen when I tied them both to my bed and fucked them together? Were they going to be catfighting with each other even then?

  “Shut up Sylvia!” Amara snapped, pressing herself into me.

  Sylvia’s brows crossed. “You shut up! You sound stupid.”

  “Girls. Girls. Come on. Let’s all be friends here,” I said and threw my arms around both of them. They were still glaring at each other but now we were at the end of the hallway.

  I saw Flash and Allegra at the door of his room. I didn’t have to guess what they were planning on doing.

  They were a new couple. Young love and all that.

  Love?

  Did I even fuckin’ believe in that thing?

  Sylvia and Amara hung off my arms possessively. I could see Allegra shying away from looking at them. She was a strong young lady with a mind of her own and she’d bagged Flash—but there was a look of disapproval in her eyes when she saw my girls.

  I didn’t give a fuck.

  The only thing I cared about tonight was forgetting about everything else and just focusing on the threesome I was about to have. Two beautiful sexy chicks in my bed. Up to anything I wanted. They were here to please me.

  Flash caught my eye as we were about to pass, and he nodded.

  “Have fun tonight, guys. Who knows what tomorrow is going to look like?” I said with a smirk. Flash returned the smirk, but Allegra was eyeing the girls more closely now.

  Sylvia was in the process of sticking her tongue in my ear. Amara had a hand possessively pressed to my chest. They were eyeing up Allegra too. I wanted to stop this.

  Allegra was under our protection now. She was Flash’s woman. My chicks probably thought she was uptight and a prude. But they didn’t know what a relationship like theirs felt like. When you want to protect and defend a woman so bad that you are willing to risk everything for her. I thought I knew a little of what Flash was feeling right now, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. Besides, it was not like I actually remembered that feeling.

  It was so fucking long ago, a distant memory now. I barely even remembered her. At least that’s what I told myself anyway.

  “Don’t waste time,” I told Flash, my bit of advice to him. I winked at Allegra and she blushed, then I started climbing the stairs. Sylvia and Amara both clung to me. They were still giggling, and I had no idea why. What was so funny? We’d all had a lot to drink. That’s probably what it was.

  We arrived at my door. I had the key in my back pocket, and I pulled it out. Sylvia turned to me, chewing on her bottom lip.

  “You should know, darling, we’re up for anything,” she said. I looked at Amara and she nodded.

  “Just open the door and we can make all your fantasies come true,” she added.

  I clenched my jaw. All my fantasies? She had no idea.

  She didn’t know what I fantasized about in my bed at night. Who and what I thought about when I lay awake by myself. Too drunk to move and too awake to fall asleep.

  But I stuck the key in the lock anyway and pushed the door open.

  “Fine. It’s a fuckin’ deal,” I growled at them.

  I threw myself back on the bed in the middle of the room. Sylvia and Amara were already taking their clothes off. They had shimmering, happy looks on their faces and I just wanted to bang them, so I could forget.

  Sylvia was the first one to strip off. Amara was a tease, so she kept her tight pants on. I lay back in bed with my hands behind my head.

  “Take off those pants. Slowly,” I grunted. Sylvia was in my peripheral vision, sliding up on the bed. She was going to touch me soon. Have her hands all over me.

  My cock hadn’t even come alive yet. These days I needed more than a few naked chicks dancing around my room to get me going. I needed it harder, stronger, more, more, more of everything, like an addict who’d hit another threshold and needed bigger hits every day to keep it under control.

  Amara was sliding her pants down her legs when there was a loud rap on the door.

  “Who the fuck is that?�
� I growled. Not now. No interruptions. I needed to get off as quickly as possible so I could fall asleep tonight. I was fuckin’ exhausted but I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep till I banged these two.

  “Drax. It’s me. We need to talk.”

  It sounded like Flash, but what was he doing here outside my door? I’d just seen him going into his room with Allegra a few minutes ago. What changed in a matter of minutes?

  “What is it?” I snapped.

  There was a moment’s silence on the other side and then I heard him again.

  “You’re going to want to hear this.”

  “Fuck’s sake!” I groaned and jumped out of bed. Sylvia was perched on the edge. Stark naked. Amara was standing near the door, naked too now.

  “Don’t be long darling…” Sylvia called out to me and when I turned to her, I saw her tweaking her nipples with her fingers.

  Still nothing. I didn’t even have an erection.

  I pulled open the door instead and Flash was on the other side.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I wasn’t angry with him, but I was sure as hell directing all my anger at him.

  Flash didn’t look as confident or convinced as he usually did. That was my first indication that there was something wrong. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to say something.

  “There’s someone here to see you. You should go down and talk to her.”

  “Her? Who? I’m busy.”

  “It’s Mary-Beth,” Flash quickly added.

  I was about to turn back and go into the room again but hearing that name made me stop in my tracks.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” I groaned.

  “Mary-Beth. She is here to see you. She’s in the bar waiting to talk to you. Ghost came to me with the news and I thought you should know.”

  I was glaring at him. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Mary-Beth? Here? In our Clubhouse?

  I ran a hand through my hair.

  “What does she want?” I asked in a lower voice.

  Flash shrugged. “She’s refusing to talk to anybody but you.”

  I had nothing to say to that. She was not my fuckin’ responsibility. Not anymore. Our relationship was over. It was important to remember that.

  “You know it’s dangerous for her to even be here, leave alone be seen talking to you. So, this must be important. You should go see what she has to say.”

  “I didn’t ask her here. She made the decision to come. The danger involved is not my responsibility.” I continued to snap at Flash like this was his fault.

  “So, what do you want me to do? Force her away? I can do that if it’s what you really want.”

  “Fuck!” I growled and rubbed a hand over my face. This night was turning into a fuckin’ disaster.

  Flash was right. Mary-Beth shouldn’t have been here. If she’d been followed, if anyone from the Silver Knights saw her come in here, her life could be in danger. Those fuckers were far less forgiving and way more distrusting than us. She would never get a second chance. Not even from her brother, Crash. He was the President of the Silver Knights and he wasn’t a very forgiving man.

  “We’re waiting for you, honey.” Amara’s silky-smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over my shoulder to see her standing there in nothing but her red silky lingerie. She grinned at Flash but then directed all her seductive attention on me.

  I could just ignore Mary-Beth right now and indulge in a night of pleasure with these two beautiful women.

  “Drax?” Flash urged me to make a decision. “Do you want me to send her away?”

  No. I didn’t want him to send Mary-Beth away. He was right. She’d clearly put herself in danger for some specific reason and I owed it to her to hear her out.

  I turned to Amara with a smile.

  “You ladies will just have to wait,” I said. Her face dropped and my smile grew wider. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. The night is still young.”

  Amara opened her mouth to say something more, but I shut the door on her face. Behind me, Flash was standing looking sullen. He knew as well as I did that this had to be bad news. There couldn’t be any good reason why Mary-Beth would come talk to me.

  I turned to him and rubbed my hands together like I was suddenly cold. I knew he wanted to ask if I was doing okay or if I was prepared for this. But he knew better than to ask me some shit like that.

  I would never be prepared to see Mary-Beth again.

  2

  Mary-Beth

  I didn’t know how long exactly I’d been waiting. It could have been a few minutes or close to an hour. It was like, the moment I walked into Fifth Gear, time stood still. I was transported back to a year ago when I used to use the private entrance at the back of the building to come in and see Drax.

  I’d used the private entrance again tonight but not because I was a regular here, or a part of the team—but because I wanted to take every precaution to not be seen.

  The last thing I needed was someone from the Silver Knights to spot me entering this place. If my brother found out I’d come to see Drax…there would be trouble. In fact, I wasn’t even sure how Crash would react. He was not the kind of man who was willing to stop and willing to reason.

  And right now, there was no reasoning with him.

  The Iron Thunder MC, of which Drax was the President, was officially at war with my brother’s MC. I knew what this meant. It meant there were going to be many battles, and many people were going to get hurt before things returned to normal.

  If things ever returned to normal.

  I was sitting in a small room at the back of the bar. Ghost, Spike and Bolt were all in the room, standing surrounding me like they wanted to keep an eye on my every movement. This wasn’t necessary. I wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, I was the one who’d voluntarily shown up here. Why would I run? I was here with a purpose in mind.

  They were just being over cautious and extra suspicious.

  I belonged to the enemy now.

  Ever since my relationship with Drax ended, so had my friendship with them. Now, these guys were glaring at me like they wanted to hurt me. What had Crash done? What did this new war involve? Was this ever going to end?

  I just wanted it all to stop, for the sake of my brother who was foolishly risking his life every day. And for Drax’s sake too.

  The truth was, I didn’t want anything happening to either of them. Drax and I were over. Sure. But he was still very much a part of me. He would always be. Even if I never admitted it to him.

  I wasn’t sure if I could ever forget what we’d had. Our heady, giddy nights together, embraced in his bed after we’d had sex. Made love. My body entangled with his, in his sheets, his hands warm and big as they explored me. His kisses so hot and hungry for me. I was hot and hungry for him too. Just the thought of Drax with his tanned skin and muscular arms made me wet.

  And now I was sitting here, with no idea if he’d even want to see me again. I had to admit I wanted to see him. But I would never say that out loud.

  I tried to zone out the others. Nobody was speaking while we waited for Drax to show up. I could hear my own thoughts out loud now. I wished they would just speak to me, say something! I was ready to hash out an argument with them if that’s what they wanted. But to treat me as a complete outsider? After the time I spent with Drax?

  After the time I’d spent with these guys as their friend?

  I glared at Bolt, but he refused to meet my eyes. I just wanted to scream, but knew I had to keep quiet. I knew I had to behave myself. Maybe it was the wrong decision for me to come here. Maybe I shouldn’t have snuck in here when things were so touchy between the two clubs.

  Honestly, I had no idea what was actually wrong. I wasn’t really a member of any MC. Not even the Silver Knights, even though my brother was their President. And it wasn’t like he told me what was going on. He didn’t want me to ‘bother my pretty little head’ over it.

  But I could see th
e toll it was having on Crash; he looked both mentally and physically defeated. As much as we argued, he was still my brother. I cared about Crash, wanted to do everything I could to help him. And in my eyes, coming here to speak directly to Drax was the best way in which I could help Crash.

  I clasped my hands tightly in my lap as I waited.

  Had someone even called for him? Did he even know I was here? What if these guys were just trying to sweat me out in this small cramped room till I broke down and cried and begged them to let me go?

  Should I have screamed? Tried to leave now?

  I turned my attention to Ghost who was staring down at his shoes. No, these guys would never hurt me. Not actually hurt me.

  “Is Drax coming?” I squeaked. I had finally managed to break the silence in the room. Spike looked up at me and shrugged.

  “We don’t know,” he replied. But from the tone of his voice, I knew he didn’t give a shit. These guys were not taking me seriously. They didn’t think I had anything important to say to Drax. All I was—was the sister of someone they despised.

  “Have you informed him I’m here?” I continued. The more I spoke, the stronger my voice got.

  The guys glanced at each other, but they were still refusing to talk.

  “Will someone just say something to me?” I cried and stood up from the chair. The moment I moved, the three of them moved toward me threateningly. I sat back down in the chair with a thump.

  Really? Was this really what things had come to? They were going to use intimidation to back me into a corner?

  “Back up, guys.” I heard his voice behind me and saw the look that entered the eyes of the others in front of me. “Leave her alone.”