Jaxson 4_Blood Covenant

by K. J. Dahlen

  There shouldn’t be anyone gunning for my back. Just the same, I still got this sensation, this flashback shit. I suppose it was normal after the many times I’d been ambushed and the last one had nearly ended me.

  As I headed into the wind, I felt better. I always did when I was in high gear. The world fell away and there was just me and the machine between my legs. I could breathe again.

  I felt like I was free, even while knowing I really wasn’t. Fuck though, I’d had it hard, but I was alive. I’d almost bit the bullet literally. The doctors told me I should have, I never should have made it, yet here I am. I’d learned that you better do today what you felt like doing. My body grew hard, all of me, as I know what I wanted to do this moment.

  I was headed home to my girl. I intended to take her up and fuck her senseless, until we didn’t know which end was up—until I felt alive again.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Chloe

  I had another great day at work. It just felt so right and normal. Clocking in, working on numbers then lunch. Sitting around and chatting with normal people and their everyday lives. Afterward, I put in a few more hours and then clocked out and went home. I never believed I could actually live some kind of normal life after what I’d been through, but with my new job, I almost felt normal.

  Making my way through the parking area at my apartment building, I tried to ignore the biker at the elevator. Yeah, so not normal I guess, as my bubble popped once again. I should be used to it now, as everywhere I went there was one of the Black Devils or one of my dad’s guys with me. I hated it and felt like I had groupie stalkers or something. The great thing was though, for some reason they were never at my job. I’d wondered why. But then again, that building had huge security guards inside and out. So, that must be why.

  I sighed as I stepped into the elevator while completely ignoring the guy with the Spider tat along his neck. I shivered. Why did this guy make me uneasy? I didn’t know, but then again who wouldn’t cringe? He was all muscle and no smiles. With a climbing red and black spider up along his neck to the edge of his jaw. He looked as if he might just kill you rather than look at you.

  I know this was part of Jaxson’s world and that he was overly protective of me now. I was his old lady or something like that and there had been threats to the both of us for a while. I pressed the up button and the doors closed as that mean looking biker disappeared from my sight. Well, that wouldn’t be the end of it, as I knew there’d be another one waiting in the very hall I would get off at.

  Why? I’d asked many times. I’d asked Jax why. He would just shrug and say it made him feel better to have me protected at all times.

  I wondered at this over the months. Jumper was dead and had been for 5 months. Anthony was dead too. I winced at the thought, as I knew this for sure.

  So what was he afraid of? Then Dagger. Dad was another thing altogether. He insisted the same thing…a need to have me protected.

  DING.

  The doors opened and yep, there was another biker. A big one standing by the door to our apartment. This one had to be one of Dagger’s guys. At least he wasn’t like the guy at The Border Patrol MC compound. The one who kept bullying me. But they were all the same weren’t they? I didn’t want to find out bad enough, so I ignored all of them. I mean I know I can’t live a normal life while being the daughter of an MC leader and the girlfriend of another MC leader.

  Shit, would I ever get used to this? No, probably not. I strode forward and again, ignored the big hulking creature by my door.

  I put the key into the lock and pushed my way in. I actually let out a huge sigh as I closed the door to the outside world.

  We’d gotten an apartment in Dino’s building and it was so much nicer that Jaxson’s old place. I had added all my own touches, decorated it and had furniture put in. That was during the time Jaxson was still healing and I watched over him. Not that he stayed put for very long. The man barely convalesced after almost dying.

  Jaxson.

  God, just thinking about him made me wet. It always did, whenever I pictured him. He made me feel so many things all at once. I tamped down the heat as I could feel my body getting revved up. It would be hours probably till he got home. Hell, he spent 12 hours a day with that club.

  I hurried to the shower, wanting to try to relax, before I decide what to do for dinner and what to do for Jax when he got here. Do for him? Again, I shivered. Dammit. You would think I’d just met him yesterday and had the initial hots for the guy. But no, I still felt this way after 6 months.

  I pushed the feeling away and dropped my briefcase on the bedroom dresser, then grabbed some sweats and a t-shirt from my drawer on the way to the bathroom.

  I stepped into the water and I still felt needy. God dammit, it would be hours before Jax gets here and even then he may just crash when he does. He often got home and kissed me then went to sleep. His MC wears him out and it appeared that there was no such thing as a day off. The fuckers. I mean can’t they all make do without him for like just Sunday?

  I shouldn’t have thought about him just now though. That body of his, scars and all. Those tats and that sweet mouth, his fingers… Dammit! I slammed my hand against the shower wall. It’s not like I don’t get to have him a lot, well lately between his hours and mine, I hadn’t gotten to be with him much.

  I sighed and passed the loofah along my thighs. I could just see him and hear that voice that made my insides quiver.

  “Spread your legs wider so I can see your wet pussy,” Jax orders. He strokes his erection through his jeans.

  I widen my legs in the most provocative and sexy way I can as I feel my pussy open up to receive him.

  “I always knew you were mine,” he says throatily.

  A wave of heat burst through me, and my imagination started running wild and vivid. I see him undo his belt. “Mmmm.” His hard dick stands proud. Thick, angry looking veins snake around it. It wants to enter me. I am ready for him. My hand moved to caress my clit. “Oh, yes.” A wave of pleasure ran through my body. Completely immersed in my fantasy, I watched him come closer. His large hands cup my breasts. They are full and heavy with excitement. He bends his head and licks one nipple while pinching the other in his fingers. A gasp slipped out of my mouth and my body ached. The feeling was almost more than I could bear.

  “I can’t wait anymore. I’ve got to taste you,” he mutters thickly, as his powerful hands curve under my butt and lifts my hips up to his mouth. His tongue pushes into deep me, hot, velvety, and insatiable.

  My spine arched as I stroked around the hood of my clit ever so softly. I wanted to make this last, but I could feel the waves of pleasure getting stronger. Starting from where his mouth works hungrily to the tips of my fingers and toes. Oh, but it was glorious. When my fingers accidentally brushed against my clit, I jumped at the intense sensation. Despite it all, there was an empty feeling inside me.

  Jax lifts his head and looks at me, his beautiful eyes, dark with passion.

  Tingles dance across my skin. “I can’t last much longer. Get inside me,” I whisper.

  He stands, grabs my ankles in his hands, and pushes them all the way forward until my body is almost folded in half as my pussy and ass are both completely exposed to him. The look in his eyes is electric. With a dark chuckle, he presses the tip of his thick cock at my slit and looking into my eyes, he pushes down.

  I plunged my fingers into my pussy as deep as they would go and thrust them in and out of myself faster and faster following the rhythm set by the image of Jax’s dick slamming into me. “I’m going to come inside you,” he roars.

  That’s enough to send me over the edge. An intense orgasm gripped me hard and shook me, the reverberations making my body convulse. Water pounded over my sensitive nipples as my head flipped back and smashed the tiles behind me.

  “Owww,” I groaned, rubbing the back of my head, and coming down with a bump in the foggy bathroom.

  I hurried and finished my shower, feel
ing like I’d just done something wanton. Before Jax, I’d never fantasized about a guy. It was insane. I never knew much about even being with a guy and now here I was… addicted and masturbating with him in my head.

  Getting out, I wrapped a towel around me. Then tucking it in, I took out the blow dryer and bent over drying my hair.

  Hands grabbed my hips and I shot upright to look in the mirror.

  Jax’s reflection was there in the mirror smiling at me.

  “You’re home already?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I am and do you want to know why?”

  I stared at his face in the mirror. “Why?”

  “To have this.” He tugged the towel away.

  I gasped as it dropped down along my body and to the floor.

  His eyes burned at me in the mirror as he passed his fingers across my nipples.

  Shivering, I gulped for a breath. I’m wet already and to think I just came while fantasizing about him, yet here I am panting for the real thing.

  His palms keep grazing my breasts, and I shivered again. His eyes locked with mine, shining with love. “Not just like this. I want you. All of you. I want you to be mine forever.”

  I looked down at where his hands are resting and laughed. “I want you, too. Forever, Jax.”

  He moved his hands to my waist and pulled me into him. “You’re so perfect,” he purred, kissing me again.

  I loved the way he tastes. It’s sweet, as if he had a piece of fruit or something. Or maybe it was just that I’d missed kissing him.

  His hands slid down to my ass. He gave me a spank, and I jerked my body into him. He kissed me and pushed me at the same time, so I’m walking backwards to the bed. I felt it against my legs, and he pushed a little harder, knocking me off my feet, onto the bed.

  Placing two fingers on my clit, he stroked me.

  I moaned at how good it felt. It wasn’t just his touch that had me soaring, although it certainly helped. It was the fact that all the worries and the doubts had evaporated into nothing. There was nothing standing between us, and it felt amazing.

  He stopped.

  I opened my eyes.

  He trailed his finger down my clit until he found my aching slit. “Damn,” he said his voice low and deep. “You are so fucking wet.” Then he plunged his finger inside of me.

  I gasped at the pleasure it sent rippling through my body. He pulled back out and pushed it back in. The steady rhythm was driving me crazy, and my body wouldn’t sit still.

  I grind my hips against his hand, desperate to feel more. I wanted to feel all the pleasure he could give me, hard and fast. And I wanted to come more than anything right now. It didn’t matter what I did in the shower, the way he made me climax was so much better, deeper.

  I closed my eyes again and felt him slide another finger into me. My hands reached for my breasts with a mind of their own, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. My hips writhed on the bed as he stroked me with his fingers, in and out.

  He picked up the pace, and I moaned louder. He grabbed my nipple and pulled.

  Sensation gripped my entire body, making me dizzy with lust. I breathed in ragged pants with every skilled stroke of his fingers.

  He rocked it against me, hard and fast.

  It felt so good, and it pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to come. I needed to come.

  Then he stopped again.

  My eyes flew open, and I stared at him desperately.

  “Sorry, were you close?” he asked with a sly grin.

  I know he wasn’t actually sorry. Otherwise, he would have let me come.

  He stood and took his jacket off. Taking his own sweet time while I laid here frustrated. He tossed his shirt to the floor and then started to unbutton his jeans.

  Desire raged inside me, and the sight of him undressing for me made it surge more intensely. I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t just hold back and watch.

  I sat up on the edge of the bed and unbuckled his belt for him. I made eye contact with him, and I licked my lips suggestively, making it clear what I was about to do. I wanted him to feel the anticipation the way I was feeling it.

  The dark look in his eyes told me that he was eager.

  I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock springs to life in front of me, hard and thick, and I grabbed it in both hands. I moved them up and down, and he grunted at my touch. The sound of it spurred me on, and I stroked harder and faster.

  Then I looked up at him, opened my mouth, and slid my lips over the tip of his cock. I never knew before that blowing a guy would be so much fun or be so damn hot until Jaxson. God, I loved seeing him squirm when I did this to him.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” he groaned and placed his hand on my head.

  I took him deeper into my mouth and then pulled back. I do it again, going just a little farther down than before. Then I pulled back. I lightly grazed his cock with my teeth, a trick I read in a magazine, and I heard him suck in air.

  “Goddamn baby,” he groaned out.

  I opened my mouth wide and shoved him all the way inside.

  Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back so his cock was barely out of my mouth. Then he shoved my head back onto it until he hit the back of my throat. He held my head in place and started to thrust in and out of my mouth.

  He was moaning and fucking my mouth. It was so hot I’m dripping with excitement.

  He let go of my hair and I looked up at him.

  “Lay down,” he commanded.

  I scooted back so my back was lying flat on the bed, and I spread my legs open, exposing myself to his hungry gaze. He rubbed my clit with his fingers, and I trembled.

  Jax got onto the bed and positioned his cock up against my throbbing pussy. “Do you want it?”

  I nodded.

  “Tell me how bad you want it,” he growled, staring at me like he was about to consume me.

  “I want it so fucking bad, Jax, please,” I begged. “Please fuck me?”

  His hips thrust forward, and he buried his entire cock inside of me.

  “Oh, my God!” I gasped. The way he filled me up felt so fucking good.

  He pulled out and did it again. He repeated this, over and over, until neither one of us could handle it anymore. Then he leaned forward and started thrusting in and out of me with a faster rhythm.

  “You feel so damn good,” I panted.

  “Oh, yeah? You like it when I fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my voice breathless.

  He moved faster.

  It was hard and hot, driving me crazy. I could barely think or breathe. My entire world centered down to the two of us, joined together in ecstasy. I was loving every second of the way he fucked me.

  He stopped and clasped my legs together, before throwing them over his shoulders. Gripping my ankles tightly, he pushed into me again. I became tighter because of the way my legs were positioned, and it was harder for him to get inside of me, but it made him go deeper, and I felt my pussy squeezing around his cock, gripping onto it and driving him crazy.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he fucked me harder.

  I felt myself getting closer. “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Just like that.”

  He pounded into me, never letting up, as I got closer and closer until the pressure was too much and I exploded. White stars burst in my vision. All of my muscles clenched, my pussy throbbed and pulsed uncontrollably. Pleasure jettisoned through my entire body in waves, one after the other.

  He was still fucking me, gentler as he let me ride out my climax. “Ready for me?” he asked, gazing down at me.

  I nodded my head unable to speak really.

  “Good. Now get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.” He pulled out of me and released my legs.

  I flipped over on the mattress and got on all fours, leaning forward and jutting my ass into the air for him. The head of his cock parted my lips, and my pussy clenched with anticipation.
He thrust hard, and I felt him plunge all the way in.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing my ass.

  I bit my lip. He felt so freaking good.

  His fingers dug into my hips. It was rough and hot, and I loved it. His hips rocked faster behind me, pushing harder and farther with every thrust. He was so deep inside of me that it almost hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time.

  Pausing, Jax grabbed my hand and placed it on my clit. “Play with yourself,” he ordered, and slid back inside of me. Gripping my hips, he fucked me hard.

  I shamelessly did as he said. I never knew this dirty part of having sex before. It just fired me up when he made me do things I never thought I would. I rubbed my clit at the same tempo that he was thrusting into me. The combination sent pleasure rocketing through me, and I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm. “Don’t stop,” I cried out. “Don’t stop!”

  “Are you gonna come for me again?” he asked.

  “Yes.” I whimpered. I’m getting closer. I moved my fingers up and down my clit, faster and faster, as his cock pounded into my pussy.

  I was so close. This felt so incredibly good. I was about to come again. My body responded to his every movement, and then the intensity of my pleasure consumed me. I flew over the edge, into sweet oblivion. I was falling and floating at the same time. Sensations surged through me, and I was bucking and quivering against Jax’s body.

  I felt him thrust again and again, and suddenly, he stopped. He held onto me, and I could feel his cock throbbing deliciously inside of me, filling me with wet warmth. We were coming together. The thought made my orgasm so much better. No fantasy or getting myself off could ever match this. I was floating on air and couldn’t catch my breath.

  He released my hips just as I was coming back down, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rumble through me. He pulled out and laid down on the bed. I laid beside him.

  He pulled me into his arms. “I want you to know that I’m ready for this, I have been ready…I love you, and I can’t imagine not having you with me.”