“Oh, is it?” I tease him as a yawn takes over. “I’m sorry, just a little tired.” Dax doesn’t waiver with his excitement. I can feel it reverberating off him. The living room is bathed in a soft glow from the tree. We decided to go for a white lit tree. Both dogs are snoozing on the couch, this moment is perfect. I look back to Dax, he grins at me.
“You know, Chloe, what Sadie said in her card is true. You did fix me. I love you so damned much that I am pretty sure I would die without you.” My breath catches in my lungs, listening to him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have kids with you and raise them with love and strength.” I am stunned into silence as I feel the warm band slip onto my hand. “What do you say? Will you spend the rest of our lives with me?”
Blinking for a second, I don’t even look at the ring I just pull him to me and kiss him. Tiredness be damned. My man just slipped a ring on my finger. On Christmas morning on top of that. A simple proposal, in front of the tree. “Yes, yes, yes,” I tell him against his lips.
“Are you even going to look at the ring?” He asks as he lifts my hand. The ring is beautiful. A princess-cut diamond on a white gold band.
“Oh, Dax, it beautiful. Thank you.” He gives me that wicked smile that turns butterflies in my belly. “Oh, well, if we are doing gifts right now.” I pull the box out from under the tree and hope like hell that I didn’t screw up.
Sitting down on the couch, he reminds me of an overgrown kid. Tearing into the paper, he pulls the custom painted gas tank out, “wow, you serious? You did this?” I nod my head as I watch his run his hands over the gas tank. He always tells me that I chase his demons away, and it gave inspiration. The gas tank is done in black, grey, and white. On the black are demons on the run with fire all around, the grey I did in smoke with light penetrating through. The White
shows angels adorned with war gear, swords, and bows on the attack. “Babe, this is…This is amazing, know what I am doing in the morning.” Placing the tank on the coffee table, he pulls me into his lap.
Cupping his face, I kiss him deeply. “Merry Christmas, my love,” I whisper against his lips.
“Merry Christmas, babe.” Today was the best Christmas of my life, and I know with Dax at my side, they will only get better and better. I can’t believe how my hot neighbor became my everything. A fantasy became a reality. More than fact. This dominant, biker dressed in leather and jeans, turned my world upside down. He became my everything, and I became his everything too. For once, I am ready for what the future brings. I am ready to start our journey together.
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Sneak Peek: Blaze Chapter 1
Blaze
I have never been a jealous man. Not once in my life have I ever become jealous. My parents did the best they could to raise me when they passed, Grams picked up and made me realize there was no need to release that green monster.
And yet here I am, watching my club brothers with their women, and I can’t help but feel that tinge of jealousy. That green monster rears its ugly head. I want what they have. So damned bad, I can taste it, feel it down to my bones. I feel alone in this world, even though I am surrounded by my brothers. When I left the marine six years ago, I knew what I needed to do. Grams had told me about the club and that they would ensure I finished becoming a man after she left this plane of existence. So I did my four years and ran like hell from the marines. Not that I didn’t enjoy the brotherhood, but it was just too strict for me. I could do it, I just didn’t see myself being in the Marines for the rest of my life. I missed the free life like my Grams had me living. Toking up when I could, dancing around the fire, clothes optional. Truthfully I missed my Grams like crazy. Especially at times like these. Times when I was looking at my brothers with envy. You see, I have a problem, the only women that are attracted to me, well they only want a one and done. I want more. I am more than a pretty face. See now, I sound like a pussy. Damn, what in the hell is happening to me?
“What are you so deep in thought about?” My big sister Korey slid into the barstool next to me. Korey was my Prez’s Ol’ Lady. When she asked me nearly two years ago that she wanted to start over, I never in a million years thought that she would catch Brick. I didn’t mind, they were both worried about what I would say. Honestly, I was happy that Brick took her in. I was more than glad I was ecstatic. Brick and Korey were made for each other. Where he was severe, she was funky. They evened each other out. Now they are expecting kid number four. See, my sister already had two kids before she got with Brick. Watching them, you wouldn’t know that Sadie and Sean were not his. That made me even happier. Those two kids meant the world to me. I want kids one day, I really do. Tank and I still fight over who is the best uncle, of course, Sadie believes that Jag is the best, and Sean adores Tank. But I got my dibs on Izzy.
“Not much,” I lie. I don’t want Korey worrying about my dumb ass. She already has enough on her plate, being the Queen of the club.
“Shit, Mav, you know you can’t lie to me. So let me try this again. Why are you hurting your poor brain?” Snorting at her as I shake my head at her antics. I can’t keep the smile from tugging at my lips. “You think that is funny? Just remember, I have my ways of getting information. I have an in with Jag’s Ol’ Lady.” “You are demented, you know that.” I shudder thinking about what she would have our enforcer do to me to get the information she wants. Like I said, Brick and Korey were perfect for each other. “Fine, I just thought I want you and Brick have, hell I would settle for what Jag and Chole have, or even what Angie and Tank have. But what I really want is what Grams and Whiskey had there at the end. You know that twin flame love.” Korey’s hard exterior fell away. Her blue eyes softened for a second. I hated that look. That look of pity. I didn't want or need that.
“Aww, Mav, I want that for you too. You will get it when you least expect with who you don’t even think you could have it with. You know when I first met Brick, I didn’t think we would be forever. You know maybe a right then, but not forever. And yet here we are.” Korey blows a teal-colored piece of hair out of her face. Every time I see her colorful hair, it brings a smile to my face. Before she came here, my sister was lifeless. Her ex pulled all of the light and love of life right out of her. Seeing her today, well, I love that she got out of his funk and made her own life.
“I hope you are right. I am just tired of all of this. Not the club, but the sweetbutts. I want something steady, ya know, settle down with the perfect woman. A woman who gets me.” Taking a sip of my beer to get over all of the mushy shit flowing out of my mouth. I just hope that I don’t piss off Korey any time soon. God knows she knows how to exploit my shit.
“Baby brother, there will never be anyone who gets you. But I know what you mean.” She glances over at Brick, her eyes soften, and she sighs as he winks at her.
“Haha, you better go before he summons you.” I joke with her. At least Brick doesn’t stomp everywhere like Tank. Or make the whole clubhouse shake with her screams. I shudder thinking about what Jag and Chole get up to when they stay in his room. Squeezing my shoulder, Korey gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before she runs off to her man. Rolling my eyes, I watch as they kiss a quick hello and wander off.
Glancing at the wall clock, I groan. My lunch break is almost over. Leaving a tip for Kelsey, I sigh. Kelsey would have made a good Ol’ Lady. But she didn’t like dick. Damn my luck. It seemed that I only attracted the women who wanted a one night stand. The guys all joked that I was pretty boy, but none of the settling down types ever wanted me. Maybe I was too nice, the saying goes that nice guys always finish last.
Damn if that saying didn’t pertain to me personally. I treated women right, I made sure they got off
first and then several times after. Even with the sweetbutts, I lit candles in my room to set the mood. Don’t get me wrong I still liked to fuck hard and fast. But Grams drilled in my head that a woman should feel wanted, even a one-night-stand should feel wanted and needed.
Leaving the clubhouse, I made the short walk to the garage that I managed, Angels and Sinners Auto. We dealt with four wheels and two wheels, custom work too. I loved my job. It wasn’t just a job; it was a passion. I loved the custom work that I was able to do. Restoring, creating souped-up cars, of course, there was the whole maintaining. But the custom work I enjoyed the most. Snake worked with me, along with a couple of fully patched members and a prospect.
“How was lunch?” Snake asks as he grins at me. That fucker was more of a pussy hound than I was. Of course, I knew what he was covering up. I got it, hell, if I went through what he did, I probably would do the same. Not my story to retell and all that shit.
“Good,” I tell him without a smile. My head is somewhere else. How in the hell did I get a good woman? It was hard to turn a hoe into a wife. Not that it couldn’t be done, but I didn’t need all that work on a woman. I wanted a woman that was ready to settle down, that could love me for me. Not my status in the club. Just because I was VP. That is what the sweetbutts are looking at. They want status, they want that patch. I refuse to give it to them. Sure I will fuck them, but that is where it ends.
“Awe, shit, you’ve been thinking about settling down again?” Snake shakes his head at me. “Damn, man, don’t worry, she will come to you before you know it. Just pray or some shit.” Snorting at him. I wasn’t a religious man. According to Grams, it was called being spiritual. That I was, I got that better than religion. I didn’t need someone telling me how to live.
“Maybe, I will,” I tell him as I slap him on his back. Snake nods but has a puzzled look on his face. I make my way to my part of the shop to finish the 1942 knucklehead. The owner has good taste. He wanted to go back with stock paint color Flight Red. The engine rebuild was a little tricky trying to get all of the parts under a specific price. But everything worked out perfectly. By this time tomorrow, the customer would be picking up his bike. Hopefully, he would be happy enough to leave a useful review. Although we were known around Redding. Having those reviews were good for business.
Finishing up my day, I was in a bad mood. For the rest of the day, all I thought about was my shortcomings. How I didn’t treat women right before coming to the club. And how for the past six years all I have done is treat a woman as a hole to sink my cock into. Karma must be paying me back. Damn, I heard Grams speak about Karama, and how it will bite you in the ass. Who would have guessed that she was right? My worst shortcoming, at my last doctor's appointment, I found out I might not be able to have kids. How fucked is that? I want fucking kids of my own, and I may have a chance of not getting that. So there was that, I wouldn’t say that I was scared of commitment, but I skirted around it for most of my days. I wanted what my brothers had, but I was wary of getting burned.
My last relationship was high school, and I got burned, pretty bad. My driving factor for leaving for the Marines. I know running and all of that. But I needed something to get me away. I didn’t tell Korey what happened, I didn’t want her to know. At the time, she was married and had popped out Sadie. She didn’t need all of my drama of an eighteen-year-old. Grams knew all of the nitty-gritty details and supported me following into the family’s footsteps. If I would have known that when I left that she would pass away, I wouldn’t have left.
Sighing as I pulled up a barstool. “What’s the matter, brother?” Brick asks as he tilts his beer to his lips.
“Fuck, I don’t know, man? I am just missing something in my life.” I tell my best friend and Prez the truth. Snake is a good friend too, hell we practically live together here at the clubhouse. I haven’t required a house. It is just me. So I save all of my money that I make through the club. Plus, the money that I got from my parents and Gram passing. I hate that I got that money from the death of the people that I loved the most.
“Tell me, brother, what are you missing?” Brick grins at me. I am pretty sure he already knows.
“A good woman.” Brick cocks his eyebrow at me.
“We all are at some point in our lives. Trust me, Blaze, you will run into her.” Brick slaps me on the back as he leaves.
“Blaze, I bet that I can beat you at pool tonight, brother.” I hear the taunts of Snake. The asshole knows he can’t beat me. Hell, they all know they can’t. The only person that has defeated me at my game is Angie. Smiling, I get up. Kourtney sidles up to me. “Hey baby, Go whip his ass. When you are done, I can reward you.” She is pretty and all, but she is after my patch on my back. She may know the club in and out, but she isn’t what I am looking for. This is just the distraction I need.
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