“Diesel, get the ball rolling on that plan! Let me know when you are done with all the tech shit. Then we will meet back here and plan some more on what the next move will be.” Brick slammed the gavel down. Although we were retaliating, the mood was still slightly somber. Knowing that people were selling their family members for a quick buck, took out the party in my brothers. We knew there was a plan that Savannah was trying to get money out of Thomas, but hell, I didn’t realize that she was going to outright sell Chloe. That shit was unreal. We knew that the cartel did shit like this, hell even some MCs were in the flesh trade, but having family selling off family was fucked to the next level.
Seeing Chloe talking with the Ol’ Ladies looked good. Too fucking good, I knew I wanted to keep her, but I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t try and make her mine. But damn was she a sight to see. The natural smile she had on her face, talking with her hands. Her brown hair was in a messy bun, and her cheeks were a slight pink like she had just exerted herself. I knew I was just standing there, staring at her like I was lost. I was. Lost that is, I was lost in what to do. The devil on my shoulder screamed to keep her, make her bend to my dark ways, while the angel whispered that I should let her go. “Damn, man, you lucked the fuck out with that one.” Brick slapped me on my back. I blinked and looked over at him. He had the same look on his face as he watched his wife. “Never thought in a lifetime that I would settle down, and now look at me, ball and chain with an ankle bitter. And the fucked part, I want a few more.” The grin on his face made me lean towards the devil on my shoulder. Tank made his way towards us with beers.
“Jag, my man, she fucking cooks.” Tank whispered.
“Yeah, we had dinner before all this shit,” I told him as he turned to look back at the women. His face softened as he watched Angie.
“Damn, man. That fucking redhead got me. You know she was supposed to be a one and done. But damn if she didn’t get me hooked. Now I want a fucking baseball team with her. She just thinks we are stopping at two. We are having at least eight.” Tank grinned a goofy grin. I blinked as I took everything they were saying in. Here was the president and SAA of the club talking about their families and how they were planning to add to the Angels and Sinners.
Stink joined us; he didn’t add anything to Brick and Tank’s statements. But he didn’t have to. His eyes said it all as he watched his wife of over a decade. The two of them were inseparable. Seeing them in public, you would think they were newlyweds.
I looked around the clubhouse and spotted Blaze sitting off by himself, he looked bored and just fucking sad. Not like his brother-in-law, who was grinning like a fucking fool. Snake, although he had two sweetbutts in his lap, and a smile plastered on his face. His eyes didn’t sparkle with merriment. Butch had a steady girl that he was keeping away from the club for the time being. She was a little shy and not ready for the big parties. Damn, what in the hell was happening to our club. We went from being a bunch of bachelors to settling down. It was good, but damn it just hit me. All of the officers were getting hitched, spitting out kids, and loving life.
“When you gonna claim that?” Stink finally asked. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched me.
“Gonna give it some more time, but soon.” I smiled, knowing it would be soon. Mind made up the angel lost this round. I was going to be claiming my Angel. Damn, I was a lucky son of a bitch. Now all I had to do was hang on to the good that I found and not taint it. That might prove to be harder than I thought.
Chapter 18
Chloe
Korey, Angie, Amy, and Kelsey were a hoot. I felt like I could belong in a group for a change. It was a good feeling to have again. A sense of belonging. I know it sounds pitiful, but going years of feeling like I was alone, living alone, and dealing solely honestly made me feel a bit off. Sure there was Zane and Todd, but let us be honest; they may be gay, but they were still men. They both had a sausage and didn’t understand what it was like to have a monthly. Or the mood swings that would hit out of the blue. How about the cramping, or just little things like wanting children.
I didn’t feel judged because I was having a hard time with my emotions. I could genuinely see us being friends. I just hoped that when Dax got tired of me, I could keep my new friends. Only time would tell.
“So you and Jag, huh?” Amy smiled at me and tilted her head to the side like she was evaluating me. I smiled back and nodded.
“I mean, we are in the beginning stages.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Girl, one thing these boys don’t do is, beginning. Have you been on his bike yet?” Korey asked with a knowing smile. I knew that Blaze was her brother. He saw us going to the Mexican restaurant.
“Yeah, today actually. It was enlightening.”
“Oh, she got the royal treatment, girls, Chloe here joined the Viberider club.” Amy laughed, and then the others laughed. I got the joke and couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Don’t worry, Chloe. We have all had our share of orgasms on the back of a bike. But in all seriousness, ask Jag to get a Viberider, it is a real deal and makes the ride more pleasurable, especially long rides.” Amy waggled her eyebrows at me.
“Trust me, it’s no joke. Brick put one on my seat, and holy cow, it was the best Poker run ever.” Korey and Amy high fived. Angie shook her head.
“Tank always says, and I quote, ‘Angie, your orgasms come from me.’ I swear that man is full of himself.” Even though Angie didn’t get to experience a Viberider, she was looking all dreamy as she rubbed her growing belly. I knew it was probably baby fever, but damn, I kind of wanted a baby, not today, but before I was thirty-three. That sounds like the right age to have a baby. I looked over to Jag and wondered if he wanted kids one day. Our eyes connected, and I swear I could feel a connection between the two of us.
I waved at him, and he started to walk towards us. Along with Tank, who was the Sergeant At Arms, Brick the President, and Stink the Road Captain. I watched Jag the Enforcer walk towards us. He was so freaking hot, he made my pussy wet just by walking. Damnit all to hell, if I knew he would let me I would jump on him right here.
“Ladies, it's been nice. I will talk to y’all soon.” Korey waved at us as she met Brick halfway. The look on his face, damn, I knew she was getting lucky tonight. Amy and Angie both waved at me as they took off with their men. “Hey, babe. Ready to head to the room?” I gulped as I watched his eyes get darker. Yep, panties drenched.
“Yeah,” My voice came out a little higher than I liked. Dax smiled and put a hand over my ass as we went up the stairs. As we got his door, he ushered me inside. I figured we would finish where we left off before we were interrupted.
“Chloe, we need to talk.” My heart hit the floor. Wow, already with the talk. My mind reeled, what in the hell did I do wrong do this time. You shouldn’t have taken liberties with his cock. I told myself. Lesson learned in this BDSM world. “You might want to sit down for this.” I didn’t look up at him. I just made my way across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I was fully ready to get my bag and head back to my place, lockdown be damned.
“Fuck, I don’t even know where to begin.” Dax started rubbing his hands down his face.
“How about the beginning?” I offered.
“Right, the reason Thomas never gave up on getting you was because you're, well, Savannah sold you to him, for five million.” Sitting down didn’t save my ass from hitting the floor. I slid off the bed in shock. Sold? Savannah sold me? Why would she do that? Five million? “What the ever-loving fuck?” I muttered I was sold like a piece of freaking cattle. Well, at least it wasn’t a couple of thousand, no; she got a few million out of me. Money. Money was the only reason she would do this crap. The bullet holes came into my mind. Oh god, that was because of me because of this selling Chloe business.
“The bullet holes?”
“Yeah, Thomas must have hired some people to do a drive-by, listen, I had an idea that Savannah was trying to get money from Thomas. I just never
figured that she would go this far. I’m sorry, Chloe, truly. What can I do? Talk to me, please.” I must have been in shock, why would he be concerned about me.
“What about the kids? Korey, Angie, Amy, Molly and Kelsey and all of the other kids from the club. Dax, they could have killed someone.”
His face got hard, jaw tight. Oh no, they did. “A prospect was hit and killed.” His voice was hard and just plain scary. I could see why he was the enforcer. I got up from the floor. Dax stood with me. “Babe?” I shook my head, I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t put these people in danger. My god, someone died because of me. It was my fault this happened. I should have never slept with Thomas. I should have never even looked at him. This was on me.
“It’s all my fault.” It came out a whisper. Dax grabbed my shoulders and gave me a small shake.
“No, babe, listen to me. It wasn’t your fault. You’re the victim here.” I shook my head at him. He didn’t get it. Because of my foolish ways, not wanting to get hurt again, because I figured having a one night stand, wanted to feel needed. I let Thomas be that person for the night.
“No, you’re wrong! Your club is.” I yelled out at him. Why didn’t he get it? “I have to go, I, I, fuck I don’t know what to do.” All I knew was that I couldn’t stay here and put Dax and his club in danger. Thomas had connections that ran deep. He had more money than he knew what to do with. He could destroy everyone that helped me.
“You’re not going anywhere. Chloe, look at me.” I glanced at Dax taking in shallow breaths. Fuck not here, not now. I don’t want him to see me this way. I was breaking down; the walls were closing in on me. My knees got weak and buckled under me. Dax held me up and crushed me to his chest. “Babe, talk to me.” I shook my head as the tears came.
“I’m sorry, so sorry.” I kept repeating it over and over. I was sorry, sorry that I was here. Sorry that I was attracted to him. Sorry that my actions two years ago started this. Sorry, who my stepmother was.
“It’s not your fault, not your fault. We should have seen this coming. Babe, he will pay for this, I can promise you this. I will make him pay.” Shocked at his words, I pulled back to look up at his face. I couldn’t stop my hands. They had a mind of their own. I grabbed his face.
“Why?” I asked him. I didn’t understand.
“Babe, he went after what was mine. You are mine. He killed a prospect, a damn good one too. Blue was a good man, a good father. Savannah will pay too.” He didn’t flinch from my touch or push my hands away. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over his beard and smiled. It was softer than it looked and felt so good against my fingertips. “You like that, huh?” Opening my eyes, I could see the smirk on his face. I ran my fingers over his lips. He was so damn handsome; I traced the scar on his face, and got up on my tiptoes and kissed the scar. He took in a breath when I pulled away. “Tell me you understand it’s not your fault.”
Shaking my head, “Yes, and no. It is my fault because I gave him the time of day, I understand that I didn’t pull the trigger, but Dax in a way it is. If I had never drank too much, then I wouldn’t have tried to fill a void. This wouldn’t have happened.” I tell him the truth.
“No babe, Savannah played her cards, Thomas played his, and now they are gonna pay. You have nothing to do with this. Nothing.” He didn’t let me say anything else. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I felt his teeth on my lower lip. I got brave and cupped his face. He groaned out, I went to pull away. “No, don’t. Only you, only you.” My heart fluttered in my chest at his words. He deepened the kiss as he moved us. He went down on the bed as I straddled his waist. I dug my hands into his hair and moaned at the softness. Scrapping my fingertips over his scalp. He fisted my hair at the back of my head and gave a slight tug. He kissed down my neck. He let go long enough to get my shirt off and my bra. His hot mouth was on my nipple, sucking and biting. My back arched as I let out a low and long moan. God, it felt so damn good. Grinding into his pelvis. “Soon, babe. Let me take care of you first.”
“Please,” He took my other nipple and twisted and pulled as he sucked my left breast. “I’m gonna, oh god, please,” I begged and pleaded with him.
“Come, baby.” I did, it hit me hard. It had been so long, so long since nipple play got me off. “Fucking hot as hell.” He said as I came down from my orgasm. Dax flipped positions and put me on my back as he took my shoes off slowly. Too damn slow, then my socks. When he finally got to my jeans, I already had my buttons undone. The way he pulled my jeans down was torture. So slow, kissing as he took my jeans down and off. His lips scorched my skin as he made his way back to my core. My breathing was short and choppy. The anticipation was killing me slowly. But he didn’t stop at my pussy, nope; he kissed his way back to my mouth. When I felt his fingers at my entrance, I moaned and lifted my hips. He pumped in me slowly, three times, and pulled out and slid his fingers slowly to my rear. I knew this move; although I never had anal I wasn’t shy about anal play. He circled that tight hole, and slowly pushed his finger into me. I gasped at the feeling if his finger in me.
“This is mine.” He growled out as he pulled away from my lips.
“Yours.”
Slipping a finger to in my pussy and thumb to my clit, my legs feel onto the mattress. “This is mine.” He growled as he picked up speed.
“Yours.” I moaned out. If he wanted me to cut my heart out right now, I would. That was how far gone I was. How freaking turned on I was. Dax did this to me. He had been in my dreams for almost two months. I had come to his face and body more times. But this, this was real. This was better. I refused to give this up.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked as he pinched my nipple.
“You, please.”
“What is my name?”
“Dax, god, Dax, I belong to Dax,” I yelled out as his teeth clamped on my nipple. All that was missing right now was his cock in my mouth.
“Damn right, you do.” His fingers were gone. I whimpered at the loss of fullness. Glancing up, Dax was shedding his clothes. Completely naked, he cursed. “All out of condoms, babe.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m good, all clean.” I tell him, hoping he is too.
“Yeah, me too. You sure?” I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.
“Yes, please fuck me.” He didn’t need any more reassuring. He pulled me down to the foot of the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist; he was in me in one thrust. We both moaned out at the feeling. I had never had sex bare like this before. He didn’t move, just sitting inside me, with his eyes closed.
“You feel so damn good. Fuck, you feel good.” Opening his eyes, he started moving, slowly at first. I cupped his face, kissing my palm, he thrust we getting harder. So hard he was driving me up the bed. He pulled out and pulled me back to him and threw my legs over his shoulders. When he entered me again, I let out a long and loud moan. Bottoming out, He didn’t give me a second to think as he pounded me. Gripping his ass and digging my nails in, Dax leaned forward and bit my neck. That was it, I was gone. The pleasure and pain at the same time was almost too much. Opening my mouth to scream, nothing came out. Dax fisted my hair and pulled my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. I knew what was happening, but damn I couldn’t stop it. If he noticed it, he didn’t stop or say anything. I could hear my own voice, muttering nothing coherent. Dax pulled out and rolled me over like I was a rag doll. “On all fours, babe.” With my ass hanging off the bed, he slammed into me and fucked me hard. His balls hitting my clit. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips.
“Fuck babe. Fuck. Inside or outside?” I was confused. Then it hit me, what he was asking.
“Inside, please fill me up.”
“Fuck, fuuuuck!” He roared out. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me, spilling his seed deep inside me. It felt like he was marking me, from the inside out. He rolled me to the side as he fell onto the bed. Breathing heavy and hard. He brought me to his chest. “Damn, babe.” Was all he said as he kissed my hair
. Our legs were tangled together. I don’t know what changed with the whole no touching and not liking it, but damn it felt nice to tangle my limbs with his.
Laying my head down on his chest, I thought about what was happening. Savannah Bowman, the woman I called mom. The woman that I tried so hard to please for most of my life sold me. She sold me to a man I had no desire to be with. She knew this, knew that I had no intentions to pursue him. I knew that money was the driving factor, but why? Why did she never care, that was what I needed to know? How in the hell did a one night stand turn into a nightmare? Dax’s breathing evened out, I looked at his face.
He looked at peace when he slept. The worry lines on his forehead smoothed out, and his lips were relaxed. I touched the scar on his left side from his lips up to his eye. The cut that made it must have been nearly to the bone. He didn’t say what all his step-dad did, but I knew in my heart that the bastard did this to him. He was just a child, a child that was abused and left to fend for himself. It angered me that people were allowed to walk around with freedom after doing something like this to him. It made sense now why he took on Diablo. Diablo was left alone to fend for himself, scared. Dax took him in to give help where he never got it. To me, that said a lot, he thought he had demons, but he was winning the fight every day. By having a heart, a heart that cared about others. He might not see it, but I did. He cared about his club members, his dog. He was letting me in slowly, would I let him see my demons? I didn’t like my mental problems. I wasn’t crazy. Just had moments, days sometimes even weeks that I couldn’t get myself out of a slump. My darkest days were in college. I was alone; left by my boyfriend. My boyfriend I thought was my everything. The woman I called mother showed her cards, letting me know that she wouldn’t help. I had never felt more alone. The depression nearly won over me. I was so ready to end it all. Make the pain stop, I felt like a burden to everyone around me.
When I thought I was ready, I just couldn’t do it. I thought about my father and how upset he would be with me. Knowing that I gave up before I even started. I made sure that I went to therapy. I got the help that I needed, and got on my meds and stayed for the longest time. Then when the therapist that my mother (the woman who I thought freaking cared) picked out was telling her everything. I changed therapists to Dr. Moore. Dr. Moore was a good therapist. She was less conventional and knew that I didn’t really want to rely on a pill. I knew that the medications helped, but I hated to have to take medications daily. Medications that I had to fight to stay awake with. Medications that made me feel more numb than the depression ever did We started with weekly sessions, and phone sessions if I needed, then slowly went down to two-week sessions. One day I will be down to monthly meetings, and all will be right with the world. Hah, highly unlikely, but that is my goal.
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