Brick must have had the same line of thinking. “Listen, Blitz. I want to believe you. But how do I know you aren’t playing us?” Brick took on his famous stance. Crossing his arms over his massive chest.
Blitz looked back at his men. They nodded to him. Blitz licked his lips. “Alright, fuck, listen. If you dig a little deeper, you will find that the shipments that we get all get lost in transit. The last three, to be exact. We get the girls out and try and get them set up with something else. Some strip in our clubs and others run north. My father was a piece of shit and got his nose in some shady shit. But I want the Grimm’s to be seen differently.” Brick nodded towards Blaze, who sent a message to Diesel. A few tense minutes later, Blaze’s cell went off. He nodded to Brick. All be damned Blitz wasn’t lying out his ass. Maybe the apple fell far from the tree this time.
“Stay, have a beer with us. It’s time to celebrate this truce we have.” Blitz raised a beer to us. I was ready to blow this popsicle stand and get back. But I fell in with the rest of the brothers and had my beer. The tension was gone, and instead, we mingled with the Grimm’s. They were nothing like their predecessors. All decent men with good jobs. Hell, they even had an ER doc in the club. Not too shabby.
I was at ease knowing that the threat with Grimms was over. Although Blitz had a reputation worse than mine. He struck me a decent fella. He wanted to get his club out of the shit his father put the club in. That was commendable at best.
Chapter 20
Chloe
Friday night, nearly a week being cooped up was no fun at all. I had cabin fever and just wanted to take a run. I missed my back yard. I missed the fundraiser this week. I was bummed out that we missed it. But like Dax said safety first. I did, however, get to make the cupcakes and dog treats that we're going to be sold today. According to Amy Redding did suitable for the underprivileged. That made my day.
Dax has been tight-lipped about what was going on with my little drama. I hated that he wouldn’t tell me anything more than “club business babe.” Living with Dax at the clubhouse hasn’t been all bad. There have been loads of sex and lots of fun. When the men had to go somewhere, it left us to cook and plot and plan for the night. I haven’t had so much fun in my life. I felt light, free for the first time in nearly a decade.
Things were going good between Dax and I. I felt like I was falling, it was just too soon. One week doesn’t tell me who he is. But I feel like I get him. He is not some choir boy, hell I wouldn’t be attracted to him if he was. But there is light in him. He is good. He is absolutely amazing with Korey’s kids, especially little Izzy.
Butch brought his girlfriend around today. Angie nearly lost her shit when she saw her. Apparently, they work together. Her name is Carrie, she is a little shy but smart as a whip. And beautiful too. Blond hair and hazel eyes. She had been kind to everyone here at the club. Once she settled in, she loosened up.
“Like I was saying, Carrie here is super smart,” Angie repeated herself again.
“Gee, Angie. I think they got it.” Carrie elbowed her friend.
“How did you and Butch meet?” Korey asked as she sighed.
Carrie laughed for a second. “It was funny, really. We met in the grocery store. He was buying condoms. I asked if he were sure that would fit.” She blushed deeply as she continued. “He told me I would have to find out. So I did. He is so damn smooth, guys. Like he knows exactly what to say to make me feel beautiful. I kind of love him.”
“So the strip club, it doesn’t bother you?” Amy asked with a little caution.
“Nah, I met all of the girls already. And Gus is just to die for.” Carrie had a big smile on her face. The redshirt she was wearing didn’t match her face anymore. You could tell she was in love, though. It was her eyes that gave her away.
“How long have y’all seen each other?” Angie asked.
“Barely a month. I know it’s crazy, but after three days, I knew. I just knew Butch was my forever.” I couldn’t keep the giggle inside. Carrie smiled at me.
“Sorry, I just can relate. I thought I was losing my mind, I have only been with Jag for like a week, but I know. You know.” Carrie nodded and so did the others.
“Hell, I knew when I first saw Stink that he was it. Like a month later were married and living together.” Amy threw in there. “When you know, you know.”
“Brick and I started out at office fuck buddies. Now I couldn’t be happier.” Korey laughed and smiled.
“At least none of y’all ran.” Angie put in.
“We weren’t as dense as you, Angie,” Korey told her. She looked at Carrie and me. “This fool was in love so damn deep after all of the shit was over, then Angie here ran to keep her family and man safe. Thank god Tank was more stubborn than she was and found her. She even threatened Diesel with is life and computers if he tracked her down in the first twenty-four hours.” We all laughed, even Angie. I looked around the clubhouse for a man named Diesel but didn’t find him.
“For the past few months, Diesel has been staying holed up in his room. Don’t know what is going on with that.” Korey looked at Amy and Angie; they nodded their heads. Korey leaned in like she was going to tell us a secret. “I heard through the grapevine that the lockdown is ending tonight. Thank god. I love being here, but I am missing my bed at home.” Angie rubbed her back and sighed.
“Trust me, so am I, and Sampson is too.”
“The kids will miss Vixen and Diablo, though. Those two are so good with kids.” I rarely saw Diablo and Vixen since being here. They slept in the room with us after the first night. They stayed with the kids during the day, though. Which was fine, I was glad that Vixen was getting her exercise.
“I am sure they will miss the kids too. Diablo is such a good dog, Jag did good training him.” The girls all nod in agreement. Amy looks at me strangely.
“You know, Jag was the last one I counted on settling down. He is different because of you, though. He lets you touch him. Its good, real good.” Amy teared up a little. Waving her hands in her face. “Sorry, it is just when he came to us all those years ago. He was broken, you know.” I nodded. I knew a little about his story, but not all. If it was me that went through that, I am sure I would have not survived it.
The doors opened at the clubhouse, and women came in. They were barely wearing anything. Korey rolled her eyes. “Yep, lockdown over.”
Angie’s eyed the girls coming in, with an evil glint in her pregnant eyes. I watched as the girls went straight for the men. Most of them gave Brick, Tank, Stink, and Jag a wide berth. I thought it was odd that they stayed away from Jag. I was glad, but I wondered still. We watched at one of the blondes tried to drape herself on Butch. He gently pushed her away.
“Carrie, this is where you come in,” Angie told her. Carrie’s eyes got big as she shook her head.
“Girl, if you don’t put your foot down, these hussies will try every time. Just go up to your man and give him a big juicy kiss and take his ass upstairs. They will get the idea.” Korey pushed Carrie forward. I could tell the difference now. The shy Carrie was gone as she put steel in her spine. When she got to Butch, he smiled and opened his arms to her. She gave him a big porn worthy kiss while flipping the little blonde off. Butch laughed, threw her over his shoulder, and took her caveman style to his room. The hoots and hollers went off throughout the room. When I looked back over to where they were Jag crooked his finger at me. Setting my drink down, I went to him.
My heart was beating fast when I got to him. He pulled me into him and kissed me senseless. I looked up at him, ignoring everything around us. It was like it was just the two of us in the room. “You don’t look like his type. He is going to break you.” I looked over at the blonde, shook my head, and ignored her. I wanted him to break me, rough me up, and tell me when to come. It was more than a want I needed it.
“Want me to caveman you too? I saw the way you watch Butch.” His voice went straight to my pussy. Did I want that? I didn’t answer fast enough. My
world tipped over as I squealed and laughed.
“Better keep the music turned up!” I heard someone yell out. I didn’t have time to feel mortification. Dax slapped my ass hard; I tried not to let a moan out but failed.
“Like that?” He asked. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. He slapped my other cheek. When we got to his room, he set me down on the bed.
“Dax, am I really that loud?” I blurted out as he turned the lights on.
“Yeah, babe, like a banshee.” The smile on his lips was back. I liked seeing him smile more.
“I didn’t know that I was.”
“Yeah, love it, babe. Lets me know I’m doing my job.” He winked at me.
“So, a little bird told me lockdown was over.”
“Yeah, babe, been quiet for a while. I think things are good for now. No reason to keep you here. But I will have Troy stay on you until we know for sure all of this is behind us.”
“Troy?”
“P’s husband.”
“She won’t mind? How is she, by the way?”
“Better, still on bed rest. No, P doesn’t mind. Keeps the bills paid. Plus, lets me get some work done, and I don’t have to worry about you as much.”
“Awe, you worry about me?” I tease; the heated look he gives me tells me all I need to know.
“Look at that shit.” He pointed to the corner where I had the dog bed. Diablo and Vixen were cuddled up with each other. I couldn’t pass it up; I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and snagged a picture of them. Looking over at Dax, I got an idea. I didn't have any photos of us. He looks delicious in his grey shirt. All of his shirts look stretched on him, but damn did he look good enough to eat. His jeans today formed to his ass perfectly. The man had a biteable and grabbable ass. I was never into a man’s ass, but with Dax. Damn was all the only word that came to mind.
“Take a picture with me.” He gave me the evil eye but sighed and pulled me to him. I turned the phone to selfie mode and snapped a pic. We looked happy. He gave me that famous smirk that melted panties in the picture. “Looks good, thanks, babe.” Giving him a kiss on his cheek, I got up to go and take a shower. I smiled, thinking about the conversations I had tonight.
Love, this is what I was feeling. Who put a time limit on the feeling? No one, I guess. Letting out a sigh as I turned the water on. I wanted to go home, but at the same time, I didn’t want to leave Dax. I kind of wanted him to come with me in the morning to my place and stay. Was it selfish of me to want to keep him around for a long time? I liked being here when he got home. Home? Yeah, home.
I was getting ahead of myself. I may have realized my feelings for Dax, but I didn’t know how he felt. Sure he told me that he wasn’t going anywhere, but he hasn’t seen me at my worst yet. It would be silly to hope that I would never have another depression episode, I wasn’t naïve to that. I knew one day it would happen, hopefully not soon. Depression isn’t something that people talk about, sure it is there, people know about it. But do they actually know how debilitating it can be? It makes it hard to get up, go to sleep; just living can be hard during an episode. There is no cure, either. In general, depression is natural for the human body. We all go through it, but when it becomes a pattern, a reoccurrence that the person going through depression believes is normal. That it is reasonable to struggle through everyday activities, then there is a problem.
Love is a scary thing, though, more frightening than dealing with anxiety and depression. Love can die, that is what is so frightening. Knowing that it can shrivel up and leave. I saw it first had between my father and Savannah. Although it might never have been there, to begin with. Who knows? But to be in love feels amazing, and falling out of it hurts more than anything I have ever felt.
Knowing that I still want this, I am still embracing this newfound love that I discovered with Dax, also known as Jag, aka the enforcer of the Angels and Sinners. When he got over his touch issues so fast, I knew. Just knew. Being held by him, felt like home. He feels like home to me. I feel safe, cherished, and wanted when he wraps his arms around me.
Almost like I conjured him with my thoughts. I feel his arms wrap around me as I lather up my hair. “You're taking too long.” He murmured in my ear. Sighing, I lean back into him. Batting my hands away and works the shampoo into my hair for me. “Hold your breath,” he tells me as he guides me under the spray of the water. His hands cascade down my hair as the suds leave. I hear the click of a bottle being opened. The smell of lavender and orchids fills up the air around us. Lathering up my body, I take the bottle from him and do the same for him. I could get used to this, doing this every night.
We don’t talk during our shower. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, more like getting to know each other's bodies without the sex. Of course, the sexual tension was there. But neither of us acted on it. I hated seeing all of the scars on Dax’s back, but his tattoo of the Devil and Angel covered up the majority. The tattoo had to have hurt, going over all of the scar tissue, the scars did give the tattoo depth, but I hated where that depth came from. He didn’t have as many scars on his chest as he did his back. Getting out of the shower was the same. He dried off every inch of my body. I felt pampered and oddly enough loved. Here was this rough biker, being gentle and caring with is actions.
Dax had his arm around me in the bed as I traced the tribal tattoo that went up from his wrist and covered his shoulder on his left arm. I was always fascinated with ink, even when I was a child. Savannah had always stated that it was beneath me to get any ink. Maybe that why I hid it, who knows. But I loved the way Dax wore his, out in the open, not caring what anyone thought about it.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“That I don’t want to leave you. Why don’t you come stay with me?” I chance a glance at his face. His face is blank for a second before that smirk comes.
“Yeah, wasn’t going to give you a chance anyway. Already planned on staying with you.”
“Yeah, safety and all. But can’t you just want to stay because you want to?” I knew I was pushing, but I really wanted him to stay because he wanted to, not out of obligation. Not because he thought of me as a job. I wanted to be more than a job.
“If you would have let me finish, woman. I was going to say because I can’t get enough of you.” My heart must have sprouted wings. It felt like it was soaring out of my chest.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, give me a kiss, babe.” I didn’t even think I just acted. I rolled him over and climbed on top and gave him his kiss. His hands went to my rear and gave it a squeeze and a hard slap. He had taken over the kiss that I started as sweet. His tongue invaded my mouth and dueled with mine. It was a battle that I would gladly lose. God, was I pathetic or what? His dick slid into me. We both groaned out at the same time.
“Gets better and better every damn time.” Dax groaned out as he slid home again. I pulled away from his lips and rode him. I pinched my nipples and rolled them as he thrust into me from below. Leaning back, he found my clit and tapped on the hard nub before he rubbed circles. “Oh, fuck, Baby, I’m gonna…Please.”
“Not yet.” Shit, this was going to be hard to hold off.
“I can’t,” it wasn’t stopping, it was coming. I could feel the tidal wave getting ready to crash down and around me.
“Yes, you can.” Dax gritted out as he stopped thrusting and playing with my pleasure button. My orgasm stopped, he started up again, slowly this time. “Ride me, babe. Show me what you like.” He stilled under me, as I took over. Bracing my hands on his legs, I lifted up and down, loving the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of me. His eyes were on our connection between my legs. It was sexy as hell watching him watch me impale myself on him.
I picked up the rhythm, feeling my orgasm building again. When I came down, Dax thrust hard into me. I felt the gush of liquid. “Fuckin’ sexy. Damn babe.” he did it again and again. I felt boneless by the fourth time, eyes rolling in the back of my head. “Knees babe, get on your knees,” D
ax said as he rolled us over. Hands-on the headboard, knees on the mattress, He entered roughly from behind me. I let out a wail as he hit that spot. “That’s it, give it to me babe. Scream my name. Who is fucking this pussy?” he pounded into me; the headboard was hitting the wall.
“Dax, Dax is fucking my pussy,” I yelled out as I let go of the headboard. I face-planted into the pillows.
“Come, babe, come” his words washed over me, and I yelled into the pillows. As it hit hard and fast, but not leaving, no. The angle I was at, he was pressing the G spot that kept on giving. “Chloe!” Dax yelled out into the room, as his dick twitched inside, he pulled out fast, and I felt the warmth on my back. “Mine.” He growled out as he emptied his balls on my back. It was barbaric, it was caveman-ish, it was freaking hot.
He left and came back with a warm washcloth as he wiped his cum off my back. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him as he traced the lines of the stars on my hips, up my rib cage. “You’re a work of art.” Rolling my eyes, I moved over to my back. He traced the Isis tattoo on my chest. “Why did you choose this one?”
I thought about it for a second. “My dad actually designed this one for me. I got it to help protect him from the cancer. I didn’t work obviously, but when he went, it was pain-free. So that was something.” He nodded his head as he traced the butterfly with the semicolon. “And this one?”
Fuck, I didn’t want to admit that I had a seriously weak moment in life. Especially when I had just gotten on my own. Closing my eyes, I gave it to him. If we were going to do this, then I needed to be straight with him. Getting all of my weaknesses out of the way. “Well, that one is a little touchy. I had been in college for a little bit, had a boy too. Thought it was forever. You know stupid wishes and all. Anyway, I had a breakdown, everything hit me at once. I picked up the phone to call my dad to tell him how hard shit was getting, and then it hit me that he wasn’t going to answer. Well, during my little breakdown, that boy came in and let me know that he didn’t have time for my shit and left.” I paused to take in a breath. That wasn’t the hardest part. “I, well, I um decided I was done. I was ready to check out early. I was ready, and when it came down, I just couldn’t.” I sat up and pulled the sheet around me. I hated that part of my history. That I got that low in my life that I wanted to end it. Now when I look back, it was a learning experience. I gained the signs that I needed to look for before things got that wrong again. Only three people knew about that time in life. Two of them were therapists; the third was Savannah Bowman due to a breach of confidentiality.
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