Axe: A Steel Paragons MC Novel

by Eve R. Hart

  The last feeling that I’d had towards him was anger. I hated that we didn’t get to make our peace. But he went down fighting by my side, as I did his, and I think that was what mattered the most. We went in as a club—as brothers—together and we put everything aside.

  Family fought sometimes, it was unavoidable, but at the end of the day, you knew that you still loved one another even if you didn’t say it. I only hoped that he thought the same way.

  Brand survived. Thank fuck! That guy was really starting to grow on me and I had no doubts that he would rise far in the club. He was loyal to the bone and smart on top of that. He also had a level head and even in a time when he seemed fucked, he held a light attitude.

  With Savage no longer hanging over our heads, we were able to take a ride for our fallen brothers. We were finally able to ride in Stone’s name. It felt sad, yet freeing at the same time.

  Ethel was out of the hospital and back home. Though she still wasn’t getting around so well on her own, she had enough of us to keep watch over her twenty-four seven. And she didn’t mind one damn bit.

  We didn’t find Steve’s body among the dead Devil’s. My only thought was that he saw us coming and ran like the coward that he was. We were looking for him. We’d hunt him down and get justice for Ethel no matter what it took. It was just a matter of time before we caught up with him.

  “He’s down,” Allison’s voice floated into my ears as she stepped off the last step.

  We’d been back two weeks. Ethel’s rental had been cleaned and repaired. I told Allison that I’d find her a new place to live, but it seemed that even with what had happened here, it felt like home to her. I wanted to argue but when those deep blue eyes looked up at me through her lashes and she told me that this was where we had started, I caved.

  Her ability to see the good outcome in every situation amazed me. Her strength to go on after everything blew my damn mind.

  So, we stayed. Yes, we, because every free second I had, I spent with them. Allison and Neiryn were my air, my world, my fucking life.

  “I was thinking of starting something for dinner. Any ideas?” she asked as she walked over to the dining room table where I was seated going over some papers for the club.

  “Yeah,” I said as my hands wrapped around her waist. “You.”

  With that, I hauled her ass up and laid her out on the table. In a blink of an eye, she was stripped down bare for me. I stood leaning over her as I took in every sexy inch of her body. Then I kissed her hard, taking her mouth with a desperate need that couldn’t be stopped. And damn if she didn’t kiss me back with just as much enthusiasm.

  I pulled her hands over her head and wrapped her fingers around the edge of the table.

  “Don’t move or I will stop,” I said then nipped the tender flesh below her ear.

  I felt like I hadn’t touched her in forever. I wanted to give her time to heal. Not just her body but her mind as well. No matter how much she had pleaded and begged me the last two weeks, I had managed to keep my dick in check.

  Which, let me tell you, was hard as fuck—especially because that damn woman would always climb into the shower with me. Not that I hated it, because she was sexy as hell. But trying to hold myself back when she was right there and naked took the resistance of a saint.

  Now it was time. I couldn’t wait any longer and I knew she couldn’t either. Each day she grew stronger and as that strength grew so did her soul. I knew we’d never be so-called normal, but we fit so perfectly together. We had created our own world, made our own normal.

  “Please,” she whimpered as I kissed my way down her body.

  I took my seat and ran my fingers along her folds. She was drenched for me and her sweet scent filled my nose. I splayed my fingers on the insides of her creamy thighs and pressed them wide. I stared down at her beautiful cunt and couldn’t believe that it was all mine. But it was. And I was going to show it every chance that I got how fucking grateful I was.

  With one slow lick, her juices coated my tongue and I savored everything about it. She tasted like fucking heaven.

  Her whimpers filled my ears as my tongue circled her pussy. Then I closed my mouth around her clit, sucking and nibbling it until her body was trembling uncontrollably. She hadn’t moved. In fact, I could tell that she was doing her best not to, even though I knew she wanted to touch me. I could just picture how tightly her hands were gripping the edge of the table.

  My fingers dug into her thighs and I knew she was damn close. Her breathy moans filled the air. I pulled my mouth away, only to circle her clit with the tip of my tongue as I plunged two fingers into her hot center.

  “That’s it, bitch. Come for me,” I said curling my fingers inside of her and hitting that magic spot. My mouth closed around her clit again as I trapped it between my teeth. And that did it, her body shook hard as her cream coated my hand and filled my mouth.

  “Good girl,” I said as I stood over her. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a satisfied smile plastered on her face.

  Not wasting any time, I dropped my pants. Her pussy was still quivering when I plunged deep inside of her.

  Fuck! It felt amazing.

  First time I’d ever gone without a condom and it was the last woman I would ever be with. Thank fuck for negative test results and long-term birth control.

  Not that I didn’t want her belly swollen from my damn seed. I knew it would be one day. But for now, we both agreed that Neiryn was perfect and we wanted to enjoy the three of us. We wanted Neiryn secure enough in this surrounding before we went changing the dynamics. I wanted him to always know that he was my son because that was how I saw him.

  “Fuck!” I gritted out as I gripped her hips and plunged in and out of her.

  I leaned over, grabbed her wrists with one hand and hauled her up to sitting position. As much as I loved that she obeyed me, I needed her fucking hands on me. I needed her as close as could be.

  Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her fingers dug into my flesh. I buried my face in her neck as I picked up my pace. I was worried about hurting her but I knew she’d tell me if I did. I just had to trust that she knew her own body better than I did.

  “Axe, yes,” her chants filled the air.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I grunted out as my fingers tangled in her hair and tilted her head back as far as it would go. I licked up the long, tight column and then devoured her mouth. Our tongues danced as if they were fighting.

  I pulled away to look into her eyes and I could see that she was just as close as I was.

  “Come, baby,” I whispered.

  Her legs tightened around me, her nails scraped down my back, and her moans increased. Her pussy clenched around my cock as her eyes widened.

  “That’s it, baby, milk my cock. Take every last drop into that sweet cunt.” I said, low and raw.

  “Fuck! Axe!”

  And that did it. We both came so fucking hard. I saw damn stars as I buried myself deep inside of her and emptied my balls dry.

  After a moment of standing there on shaky legs as our breathing returned to normal, I slowly pulled out of her. Both our eyes were glued to the whole scene. I fell back into the chair and watched my cum leak out between her legs. A sight I’d never fucking forget. Hot as hell. Just for good measure, I ran my fingers through the proof of our satisfaction. She let out a breathy sigh then leaned down to kiss me. I couldn’t stop touching her as her mouth molded to mine.

  I wanted more. Hell, I was up and ready to take her again. But I knew we didn’t have that much time before Neiryn woke.

  “More later, I promise,” I mumbled against her lips. “You cook dinner. I’ll, ah, get some of those kitchen wipe things and clean this table.”

  “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She giggled as I helped her down off the table.

  “I love you,” she said, peeking up at me through those long, thick lashes. That fucking look that did me in every damn time.

  “I love you, too,”
I said as I gave her a good slap on the ass. She jumped but the smile on her face told me she liked it.

  Cal had let us all basically rest for a few weeks, then the craziness started up again. Only this was the good kind of crazy. We had made our presence known on the coast and we made sure it was loud and clear what our plans were down there. We also had a meeting with the leaders of the big groups down there in a few weeks. We wanted our plans to be known and at the same time, we wanted to let them know that each group had our respect. In return, we hoped to gain theirs. Only time would tell.

  While we knew that the new idea wasn’t something that was going to happen overnight, it was still something that needed a lot of planning. So we held church a few times a week. We made trips to see other chapters and sometimes they met us at ours. We were all working together to get the new chapter up and off the ground. Cal had taken my suggestion after all and everyone seemed to be on board with it.

  I knew I was staying here in Moon Hill, there was no say so in that and also no push-back from me. This was my home. This was where I wanted to grow old. This was the chapter I one day wanted to lead. One day. But Cal kept dropping hints that once everything was settled with the coast, then he was more than ready to step back and let me take the head of the table. He deserved to relax, he had fucking earned it.

  I was excited for this new direction for the club. Having control over the docks, I believed, was a good fucking thing. And, sure, it wasn’t really putting us in the direction of going legit but it was helping to keep the crime under control. It was all about the bigger picture. We had talked about keeping the idea to eventually cut out the gun runs or let each chapter decide for themselves on what they wanted to do. We had made enough contacts and earned enough street credit, greatly due to burning The Devil’s Kings to the ground, that we would have no problems finding people to take over our routes.

  All-in-all, life was fucking amazing and I was on top of the damn world. I had my club, and we were finally safe. I had my forever bitch and an adorable as all get out kid. I had found a way to live with my demons as well as take on hers. Things could not have been fucking better.

  Epilogue

  Allison

  One year later.

  It took a good six months for me to come to grips with what I had done. I knew it wasn’t something that I would be able to get over easily. But for it to take that long for what I had done to actually sink in kind of caught me off guard. I think for the longest time, I kept myself in the blissful place of denial. I was moving through the day, enjoying what I had in my life.

  And who wouldn’t?

  I mean, I had my son and he was safe. I had Axe and he was fucking amazing. Not only a great father figure to my son—everything I had ever dreamed of—but he was the best partner in life.

  And eventually, I had a whole brotherhood and their women that took me in and cared for me like I was their own.

  It didn’t come easily, I had caused a great deal of tension among them, but it did come. I was alright with that, I didn’t hold anything against them. I mean, I couldn’t say that if I was in their position that I wouldn’t have felt the same way. They were only wanting to protect their family and I was not only an outsider, I was also a constant reminder of the years of terror they had lived in.

  The women though, they had been amazing. While Axe had nudged me to get counseling, which I did, the women of the club had helped in other ways. I think it was the combination of everything that helped pull me out when the realization of my past hit me hard.

  Reagan, well, she and her crazy as hell grandmother, Ethel, showed me how to embrace my sexuality and that just because I did it didn’t make me a ‘whore.’ Odd as it might have been, the seventy-something woman showed me that it didn’t matter how I saw or felt about myself, it mattered how ‘that fine as hell man’ looked at me. And Axe always looked at me with a blazing heat behind his eyes. A heat that said he wanted to take me every minute of every day. So, that was what I learned to focus on. Reagan had said that I needed to start seeing myself through his eyes.

  So, I let go and made it that simple. Let me tell you, once I did and my confidence grew, well, hot tamales, the sex became almost unbearably mind-blowing. That wasn’t to say that it was anything less before, but somehow I became more relaxed and with that, I was able to focus only on the melding of our two bodies.

  Sweet Ellie showed me how to look at the good. She had been in a similar situation before. Her story was pretty crazy and made me realize that I wasn’t so alone.

  She had once shot and killed a clubwhore who’d gone psycho crazy. The chick had apparently taken the club hostage and threatened to kill Ellie and Diesel. Ellie was super pregnant at this time and while she wanted to blame it on the hormones, we both knew it was something greater. It was her need to protect her family. Her whole family, as she put it. So, that not only included an unborn Fate at the time and Diesel, it included every single part of the club.

  Her story made me see that I did what I had to do, not only for my sanity but to save the club as well. To see how well adjusted the tiny and sometimes timid woman was, it gave me hope that I would be alright.

  Nadya…let me just say, she wasn’t one for emotions and feelings. She wasn’t even one for talking. But one day she sat me down, gave me this nasty as dirt tea, and slid a book into my hands while she made sure I drank said tea. She told me that when my mind felt like it was too dark I should lose myself in another world.

  Then, she took me out to the back of the compound and showed me how to throw a knife so hard that it stuck into the side of the garage they had there. She knew that I needed to get my frustration out somehow and what better way to do that and tone my arms at the same time, right? She did this three times a week with me until I didn’t need her direction anymore. Until I could wear a blindfold and hit the center of a target from fifty feet away.

  They were all amazing. I was beyond grateful for where my life had ended up.

  Lulu, well Lucy as she liked to go by now, came back into my life as if the last seven years hadn’t even happened. She was the best friend I had always known. She didn’t look or treat me any differently. That wasn’t to say that she let me gloss over all the shit that had happened to me.

  I couldn’t believe all the lengths that she had gone through to try and find me. It took her many years to figure out the hacking thing. Half the things she said to me I didn’t understand, but she was so animated when she spoke about it that I just sat there and hung onto every word.

  She explained how she had become a shut-in after I was taken. First, it was gripping fear that held her inside. She figured if it could have happened to me, then it could have happened to anyone. The constant worry that came from her parents pushed her to move out the moment she hit eighteen.

  Then she turned that fear into motivation, but with that came the constant need to stay tucked away in her apartment and watch everything that she could that went on in the underground criminal world.

  As the years rolled on, she realized that the walls of her apartment had become her sanctuary and she found that she had a hard time even thinking of stepping outside that space. She was slowly working on getting out more and I had an idea that Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome was to thank for that.

  When I learned that Bocca was just as much of a computer geek as her, I introduced them. That was when she informed him that she was the one that had hacked his system and that she knew all about his underwear collection. His face turned bright red and he went quiet, which was strange for the charming as sin man. But after he got over it, they had spent hours talking about shit that I was lost on. I had a feeling those two were going to become good friends.

  It was funny, in a way, how we had switched personalities. I was now the one who wasn’t afraid to have a voice and I no longer felt the need to shield myself behind closed doors. She, for the most part, seemed content on hiding away with her work. But I had a feeling both of us would balance eac
h other out again.

  My mom, who had divorced my dad five years ago when she had finally seen the monster that I had that night, cried the moment she laid eyes on me. I cried because, well, she was my mom and I missed her dearly. She had nothing to do with my father’s decision and I knew that she had never given up on trying to find me, despite the fact that law enforcement clearly had.

  She ended up moving just an hour away from Moon Hill. She said she wanted to be close, but didn’t want to smother me. Plus, she liked the city life.

  As for the men, they were great too.

  Tank was always amazing. And his son was such a laugh-riot. Grass was the most hyper kid I’d ever seen but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t a good kid and the way he was with Fate was just the cutest thing. I finally understood the sadness that I’d seen in Tank’s eyes that one day. I had learned the story of how he thought his son was dead, then when he found out he wasn’t, he still had to stay away to keep Grass safe. But all that was over and the little boy was back home.

  Brand was one of my favorites, though he wasn’t here anymore. But I couldn’t have been happier for him. He had his own tattoo shop down on the coast and an official officer’s patch to go along with it. Reagan and I kept saying how we were going to make the trip down there to see him.

  I also had plans for him to do a cover-up job on my tattoo, I was just working up the nerve. Let me just say that my first tattoo had not been a good experience, but I wanted Savage’s mark off my body. I wanted Axe to be able to fuck me from behind without the constant reminder of the past. So, I had a feeling that the time was coming soon and I knew Brand would be as gentle as possible.

  I later found out that he had been the one that crashed into the back of the SUV when Savage took me. To this day I still couldn’t believe he had made it out of that wreck, and not only that, he had been able to make it down to rescue me. Oh, and take down Savage. I was sure that was the huge motivating point for him.