by K. J. Dahlen
When she came back to Earth, she licked her lips again.
“You want this?” I asked, as I needed to make sure my guess about her was right first.
Bella nodded.
“Then come take it.” I leaned over, helped her to roll over, and gripped her hair hard. She crawled over to the edge of the bed. “Good girl, open.”
She lowered her jaw and assumed a submissive pose that had me damn near ready to blow my load. “Can’t be gentle with you right now, I have wanted you for too long.”
“I don’t want you to be,” she purred.
Oh, shit. While holding the belt loop in one hand and her hair in the other, I pushed between her lips and hit all the way to the back of her throat. I paused for a few seconds, giving her time to adjust. She suctions around me and I let go, unable to control myself. I fucked her face.
She took me to the back of her throat like a champ, rubbing her thighs together.
“Fuck, you like this shit as much as I do. It gets you wet, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I’m going to come so hard…” I grunted.
Her eyes watered. Droplets lined her lashes.
I couldn’t help but find the beauty in it. Her eyes glittered like emeralds. A sign of her yielding to me. Mascara ran down her face and the sight of her so thoroughly worked over made my balls draw up. A tingle started at the base of my spine. “Shit!” I roared as I flooded her mouth.
She swallowed it down, and a buzz was in my head, blocking out everything else. She leaned back on her heels, and I saw splashes of my cum around her mouth as her body shook and I knew she had climaxed too. I wiped one off with my pointer finger, and she licked it off.
“Fuck that’s hot. Shit, we need to get dressed and eat before I spend the rest of the night fucking you.” I bent down and unties her, massaging her wrists, to make sure the blood was circulating. We needed to talk this shit out before I got inside her. Because once that happened, there would be no turning back.
Thunder has found his woman and I will keep her.
CHAPTER SIX
Chloe
Wow. Was all I could think. This Jax was the one I fell in love with. The man beneath the biker.
After our shower, where I could barely walk on my own two legs, take out was delivered and Jax served it to me. He’d been serious. He wouldn’t let me leave the bedroom and he said I had stay nude. God, I blushed all over and it caused him to lean over and suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
We ate Tai food in the nude! It was scandalous. I’d never done such a thing. His hands kept wandering on my skin as I used chopsticks, then I would drop food on my lap and he would eat it up off my thigh. I almost came right then. I never dreamed this would be something I would be doing today or…EVER.
I’d never had such a decadent day.
Now, he told me to wait in the bed when the doorbell rang.
I nodded, wondering if it was one of his MC coming to pop my euphoric bubble of romance. They just couldn’t leave him be for anytime at all! I mentally ranted at them all. Bruno, his lordship, snaps his finger and Jax goes running. Or they can’t handle some shipment and Jaxson goes running. I was all worked up in a tizzy of anger after just a few minutes of waiting. Well, I don’t have to take this shit. I can go out and shop or so something on my own! I sat there for five minutes pouting and waiting for him to come in and tell me he was leaving.
He entered the room in his jeans. His bare chest was all tats and some scars. God, he was just so sexy to me. In his hands were 2 dozen pink roses and a huge box of chocolates.
I gasped and sat up. “Jax?” Shock took over my mind.
“Yes, baby?” he asked as he set the pink roses down on the nightstand.
“W-what…” I was speechless.
He turned and looked at me. Then he stilled and studied my face. He wore an expression I never saw before. Like forlorn and saddened. He took a rose out and knelt down beside the bed. “I am so sorry Chloe.”
I blinked rapidly. I was clenching inside wondering what he had fucked up and not told me about. Is this what all this was about? He had bad news and he was softening me up? I held my breath with the thought. “For what?” I asked with almost a squeak in my trembling voice.
He raised the rose up and passed the soft pedals across both my breasts.
I shivered and remained caught up in those sapphire eyes of his. I was dying all kinds of deaths inside. Was he going to end this now? After he even gave me a ring? My hands trembled badly.
“For never giving you flowers…” He lowered the rose down along my belly.” Or candy, romance…” He peered up at my face. “Time. My time.”
Tears formed in my eyes. Oh, my God! He means this. He really means it. He just loves me and wanted to show it. My body almost collapsed with the absolute relief.
Jaxson stood up and peered down at me looking perplexed.
Tears were running down my cheeks.
“Chloe? I wanted to make you happy. Make up for being a selfish asshole. Why in the fuck are you crying?”
I swallowed around the heavy lump in my throat. “I-I am happy!” I cried out loudly and stood up on the bed grabbing him around the neck then literally climbing onto his body wrapping my legs around his waist. I was kissing his face, his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin. I even ran my tongue along the scar he’d gotten when he almost died. All while I was weeping.
He frowned. “Is this one of those woman things? You cry when you’re happy?”
I laughed and cleared my throat. “Yeah, something like that.” I couldn’t even form the words to tell him how I felt. I was so overwhelmed by what all he’d done today. “I just don’t know how to show you what…”
The sudden fire in his eyes made me wet. I never thought I’d be the type to get weak in the knees over traditional gender roles, but damn, do I like how passionate and masculine he is.
“I got some ideas…”
“Is that right?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. Loving the change in our conversation.
“You need me to remind you what I can make you feel?”
“Maybe,” I teased. My body was now catching fire from the blazing look in his eyes. I wanted him to be fierce, despite this romantic Jax, I loved the aggressive beast in him at the same time.
He gripped the back of my hair and my neck tilts as I peered up at him. His eyes were intense. “I take care of you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me, Jaxson. Not in that way.”
“Yes you do, babe.” He smirked.
“I was doing just fine before you.”
“You were running from Roy when I met you again.”
“Okay, but that’s not the norm. I-I got a job now and I can take care of myself.”
He was watching my lips like he might devour them at any moment. “That mouth, babe. Get on your knees.” He set me on the bed. “I have a better idea for that clever tongue.”
I sat up on my knees. My mouth watered, and I anticipated the salty, smoke-flavored taste of his flesh.
“Unzip me.”
I leaned forward, grabbed his zipper with my teeth, and worked it down. I had totally climbed out of any inhibitions I once had. He had taught me to be this way and I loved every minute of it.
His cool blues eyes darkened with desire and his bulge increased, straining against his black boxer briefs.
You’re not the only one with the power, baby. Keeping with the theme, I bit down on his boxers, and tugged them down his hips and legs. His cock was at full mast, thick, and leaking pre-come. I swirled my tongue around the head, collecting the salty white droplets. He groaned. I continue to tease him, tracing the veins beneath his shaft with the tip of my tongue, then making sure to circle the head and slit.
“That’s a good girl. Take that dick in your pretty little mouth.” He thrust forward.
I opened my throat, moaning. I loved giving head now. I got high off the control, even if Jax thought, he had it all, I
knew better. “Mmmhmm,” I hummed, bobbing my head quicker and quicker.
His eyes burned me. “So good, babe.”
His gravelly tone had me slick and throbbing. Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my swollen clit and cried out around his cock. He jerked. A growl erupted from him and he fucked my face. I took it happily, struggling not to choke around him as I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy. I struggled to keep my eyes open to watch him as I was wrapped in a sensual cocoon. He swelled and I suctioned my mouth for all I was worth. He went off inside of me, flooding my mouth with a warm salty-sweet flavor I sucked down.
“Chloe.”
The sound of my name on his lips sent me over. The world exploded around me. Overwhelmed by sensation, my brain shut down and I was lost.
I dropped sideways on the bed with a long sigh.
Jax moved around the side of the bed but I couldn’t see what he was doing and at the moment, I could hardly care as my body had been wrung out dry by him today. But I loved it too.
He rolled me on my back then straddled me with his hard body.
I gazed up at him blinking my eyes.
Lowering a chocolate to my mouth he urged, “Open up.”
I giggled and did as he said. I moaned in pleasure as the chocolate mixed with the flavor of him in my mouth.
He winked at me. “Love that pretty mouth.” He then fed me another.
I was in total heaven as the chocolate melted in my mouth and my eyes stayed locked onto his warm cobalt gaze.
Jaxson Coltrane loves me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dino
We entered the lobby. I placed my hand back toward Rose to ensure she stopped.
What?” she asked.
“Stay here while I check out the parking lot.”
Nodding, she bit at her lip.
My dick hardened instantly remembering that mouth of hers on me. I shook it off as I needed to make sure we hadn’t been found.
I went out and looked around. Just a few cars and no one in them. I head back to the doors and motioned Rose over.
“Where are we headed?” she asked.
“Anywhere we can eat. You’re going to be with me until this is sorted out, so get used to time on the bike.” I planned to keep her longer but she doesn’t need to know that yet. I could tell she still distrusted me. Not about her safety as I already proved I’d take care of that. No, about my intentions. Damn, she still had a grudge against bikers, so it was gonna take a bit to get her to really come around.
“Is that why you’re in the MC? The bike?” she asksed.
“Not really. It’s for other reasons,” I replied with a smirk, “You think I like the toys and that’s why I’m MC?” I laughed outright. “I could ride one and not be in a club. I was pretty much born into it.”
“Hmmm.” She stared at me as we got to my bike.
I’m suddenly drowning in sea of green that are full of curiosity. “What?” I questioned.
“Just trying to figure you out.”
“Many have tried and failed, Rosie.”
“Because you didn’t want them inside.” Then she scowled. “And don’t call me Rosie.”
I laughed. “Yeah, you’re right, it doesn’t fit you. Bella does though. And so you think I want you inside?” I asked.
She looked away. “Didn’t say that.”
Suddenly, I was feeling like a dick. What the hell is going on with me? If it’d been anyone else I would’ve set them straight. With her, I wanted to see how it played out. It should scare me, but I welcomed the feeling. I’d been walking around damn near emotionless for far too long. I kept her behind me as we made our way over to my bike slow as molasses. Once there, I climbed on and marveled at the change in me. Ever since I first met this woman.
Never been one to let a woman ride bitch, let alone make her comfortable while she did it. But this girl somehow fit into my world and in my life. I didn’t mind having her around and fuck me if she didn’t fascinate the hell out of me. We climbed on, and I turned the engine, enjoying the feeling of her limbs wrapped around me with her breasts against my back. The wind and the sun fueled me, making the four walls that had held me prisoner this afternoon a distant memory.
A half hour later, my stomach was protesting, and I pulled into a parking lot. I needed the ride despite the long haul to get here. My head needed to be on straight after I found out just who I’d ended and what that ending meant. Probably me six feet under, but I wouldn’t give in easy. “This place work?” I nodded toward the mom and pop restaurant.
“Sure.”
We walked inside and grabbed a seat at the back with a view of the parking lot.
An older woman with grey hair, an easy smile, and a paper pad greeted us with a smile and two menus, “Welcome. My name is Martha, and I’ll be your waitress for the day. Can I get you started off with something to drink?”
“Can I have water, please?” Rose asked.
“Coke for me,” I replied.
“I’ll get those and give you two time to look at the menu.” Martha hurried away to get our beverages.
“Water? Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls,” I remarked.
“You know I’m not. I was with the clubs for a few months. I just feel dehydrated after nearly dying and watching you…” Her voice trailed away.
I laughed. “Watching me what?” I got a bit uneasy at her stare. I rolled my neck, popping the bones, and looked at the menu.
“What happened today. I still can’t grasp it. I don’t know what to do to save you.”
The place was empty, so I wasn’t worried about being overheard. I was eyeballing her hard. “Save me?”
“From my family.”
“And to do so, you’re gonna do what?”
She shrugged. “Maybe turn myself in? Try to make them believe I killed Vicindi.”
I laughed outright.
She glared at me. “Remember, all that you don’t know about me, Thunder.”
My laughter slowed. “So you’re sayin’ you have…” I leaned in close. “Offed people?” I was laying it on thick and heavy as I teased her, ‘cause didn’t believe it for a fucking second.
Her eyes glittered at me.
Oh, shit. She has! “Is that why you were hiding?” I asked. “You had to be desperate to go into the MCs. It ain’t no place for a woman.”
“Between the partying, and the permanent smell of sex and booze, I can’t say I miss it.” She played with a napkin avoiding my eyes.
I laughed. “Oh, yeah?”
She shrugged. “You guys got a sweet set up at least at the Border Patrol. I can’t fault you there. I mean the sweet…” she paused. “…the women there like it. I just didn’t belong there is all.”
“I’m shocked you’re not protesting, and calling it chauvinistic,” I countered.
“Why? They want to be there. I can see that with my own eyes. No one is making them do this shit. They live for it. Not bad to have a purpose.”
“Are you for real?”
“What? You want me to be judgmental?” She shook her head. “You’re looking in the wrong place. I’ve seen how bad shit can get. They got it nice. Roof over their heads, food in their belly, clothing, and choices. It’s more than some.”
Her words had me wondering about her past. Who was the woman behind the mob, behind the biker bunny facade?
Martha returned and dropped off our drinks. “You two decide?”
“I’ll have a cheeseburger with everything, and fries,” she replied.
“Double that, no onions for me.” I gave her a brief smile.
“All right, I’ll get that coming out to you guys.” Martha nodded her grey head, removing our menus.
I waited till the old lady was at the counter before continuing, “You talk like you know from experience.”
She scowled. “That’s ‘cause I do. I wasn’t always...” Her words faded away.
“Who were you?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Li
ke you don’t know. I’m sure you dug up everything but my mother’s grave.”
“Nah... In fact, my guy even got your name wrong.” I smirked about Marco only giving me what he did. Then I paused. Did he know who she was? Fuck no… couldn’t be.
She sighed. “I grew up as the daughter of the neighborhood dope man and his abused wife. A walking disaster, set on the same fucked up course as her parents until she found the one thing that mattered, the truth.” She squinted. “Why do you even care?”
Her upbringing explained her sense of self-preservation and street smarts.
“I’m with you until we figure this shit out or we end up dead. Figured I could know you better.”
“Right. And does this inquisition work both ways?” She lifted an eyebrow.
“You can ask. I might answer depending on what it is,” I replied. This was the most open conversation I’d had in a long time with a woman or anyone actually. The boys know to keep their distance with the personal stuff, and Jax had been with me for most of the tough shit.
“Why the club?”
“I don’t know many people who have a family willing to lay down their lives for one another, do you?”
“No. When you put it that way, no.”
“You get it?” I leaned back and studied her. Most women didn’t.
“Who wouldn’t want that? I think we’re all just looking for the people who will accept them for who they are and offer up the loyalty so rarely found.”
I grunted. Part of her MO had been in pretending. She’s probably doing that now. Telling me what she thinks I want to hear. “Who takes care of you?” I asked.
“Me.” Her eyes flashed.
“Looks like it’s me doing it now.”
“It’s you … now, but it was me before, and it’ll be me after. I don’t depend on anyone else.”
“There’s a story in that statement,” I quipped.
“You do a lot of asking and little telling, Thunder,” she rolled my nickname on her tongue.
I actually grow hard remembering what else she could do with her clever tongue. “I don’t hear you asking anything else, Bella.”
“How’d you find the Black Devils?” she asked.
