Jaxson 5: Wrath of Thunder (Black Devils MC)

by K. J. Dahlen

  In fact, it worked with my plans as I had a wedding night to set up today before the reception. Fuck though, I had no experience in this. I approached Jaxson in the main room. “Hey Jax. Um, can I talk to you?”

  He paused at my serious expression and nodded.

  We went over to a corner table and sat.

  I was so nervous I lit a cigarette. I didn’t give a fuck about smoking in here right now.

  Jaxson scowled at me then he seemed to be okay with it. He pushed a coke can at me to use as an ashtray. “What’s up with you? You look freaked, Dino.”

  I took a deep drag and nodded. “Listen. I’m going to tell you something and it stays between us, got it?”

  He sat forward and stared at me. “You know how it is. Damn straight, stays between us. What the hell is this about?” He looked into my eyes. “You aren’t planning to go after Mario, are you?”

  I shook my head. “Not yet but I will if he isn’t dead in three days.” I glared at him. “No, this is something else. Something…” I sighed.

  “God, what the fuck is it Thunder?” He leaned in then looked around to make sure no one was within earshot.

  “It… it’s personal,” I muttered.

  His eyes rounded. “Like what? Is Bella refusing to um…”

  I shook my head. “Hell, no. She’s all over me at night.” I rolled my eyes.

  He chuckled. “Then what?”

  I pushed my fingers through my hair and took another drag on my cigarette. “It’s the wedding night thing.”

  He blinked. Then he sat back. “You got cold feet?” He raised a brow.

  I grunted. “Fuck no!”

  He now had a twinkle in his eyes. “So… you have had her, what’s the deal?”

  I shook my head and snubbed the cigg out. “No. I have not…had her.”

  He looked stunned and leaned forward again. “What?”

  I swallowed heavily and leaned close. “Man—she’s…”

  He nodded at me urgently to finish. “She’s…? What?”

  I tapped the table with my fingers. “A virgin, man,” I whispered low.

  He froze in his seat.

  “I have to a make this right. Make it all that…” My voice fell away.

  “But man, she was a bunny! Like she…” He shook his head in disbelief.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “She drugged bikers, no one got to her.”

  His eyes rounded. “Fuck. I knew she was smart but shit—that’s….” Jax ran out of words.

  “Yeah, just think how I felt when she finally told me.” I reached out to my pack, got another cigarette, and lit it. Damn, I was chain smoking! My hands shook a little.

  Jaxson looked stunned now. He reached out to grab my cigarette pack then got one out and lit it quick. Releasing the smoke, he whispered, “Fuuuuccck.”

  I nodded. “Man. I’ve stayed away from cherry popping.”

  Jaxson nodded as he now puffed nervously on his smoke.

  “So what I wanna ask is… well, you been with a girl steady for months. How do I…romance her? Do it classy? I never had a steady girl especially like to be married to one. Set it up so it is the most memorable thing she has ever experienced?”

  He was taking a deep drag now, as he looked puzzled. Then his expression cleared. “You gotta have flowers, candles, expensive shit to give her or like stuff you know she likes.” He paused. “Shit! No ring?”

  I reached into my pocket and took out a small box.

  He grinned. “How did you get out to get—”

  “—it was my mom’s.”

  He paused then nodded. “Ok. A bubble bath first. Rev her up in the tub. Take it long and slow to prepare her. Then…” He leaned closer as he gazed around. “Make her come and while she is… go all the way in. She will be—ready and won’t feel the…” His face looked flushed as he stubbed his smoke out on the can. “Distraction with pleasure so she won’t feel no pain.”

  I gulped at this.

  “Just do whatever you know she likes…um, you do know that already right?”

  I nodded as I rolled my eyes. “Fuck yeah, we have… but never all the way.”

  He shook his head and looked stunned. “Man, I assumed you already…” He looked around. “So, let’s get this room set up.” He stood up.

  I peered up at him. “What?”

  He nodded. “The room across from ours. Not Bruno’s meeting room.” He pulled out his cell and tapped the screen. “Marco?”

  “Yeah?’

  “We need your help.”

  “What happened? Is someone hurt? What?” he shouted over the phone.

  “No, no man! Calm down, you fucking woman.” Jaxson chuckled. “We need your… um organizational skills. Like we need a honeymoon suite stat!”

  Silence on the other end.

  “Marco, you there?”

  “Yeah…”

  “So, the room across from our room. We need like five dozen roses…” he paused and looked at me. “…red?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, dark red.” Like her hair.

  “Yeah, dark red roses,” Jax went on, “Then a huge bathtub in the middle of the room with like some flowery bubble bath, maybe lilacs or some lavender crap? Um, chocolate sauce, fresh strawberries, whipped cream, champagne, candles.”

  “Well, fuck me…” Marco replied.

  “Yeah, well not for fucking you. But you get the idea. Get men on it. Bill Bruno. He’s the uncle of the bride anyway. The works. Everything a honeymoon suite should be.” Jaxson nodded at me.

  “And I have four hours, t-to do this?”

  Jaxson laughed. “Marco, you have arranged hits and heists in half that fucking time.”

  He scoffed. “Very funny. But this is like…”

  I grabbed the phone. “Listen Marco. This is the woman that … my wife. I need this bad.”

  He sighed over the phone. “Okay.”

  Jaxson grabbed the phone back. “Thanks Marco. We will owe you one.”

  “You two owe me your god damn lives!”

  We laughed and Jaxson tapped the screen to end the call. “Ok. Ring and honeymoon suite. Let’s go see what there is in the closets. You can’t wear what you have on.”

  I grumbled, “No tux dude, or I will shoot out your damn kneecaps!”

  Jaxson laughed and motioned for me to follow him.

  We ended up choosing black jeans and some long sleeved dress shirt.

  The caterers came in and the serves. In another 2 hours, they had it all set up. Jaxson directed some of it and Bruno was there yelling, like usual.

  After they set up the food tables and champagne, I wandered over and stared down at the wedding cake.

  The Damicio’s.

  I stood there and stared at the cake for a long time.

  This was real.

  The brothers all filed in, some with women on their arms. There was now loud laughter and conversations.

  I stood to the side. I was waiting for the bride. Fuck! I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I just leaned against the bar. A server placed a glass of champagne in front of me. I stared down at it, as the room got loud. All I could think about was Bella. Did she want this really? She again, never had a choice. I would talk to her about it when I could. I had tried but we never got a minute alone for the last several days.

  The room got quiet around me.

  I looked up to see what the hell.

  Bella stood in the open doorway.

  I couldn’t swallow.

  Her long, red hair was down in ringlets around her bare shoulders. Her dress was an emerald green velvet. Just to her knees. The top was cinched with small silk ties. The color matched her eyes perfectly. She had hanging emerald earrings to match.

  I was hard instantly. My breath would not come. I’d never seen a more beautiful babe in my life.

  She looked nervous as she gazed around, her eyes searching, then they landed on me. Her cheeks flushed instantly.

  Dammit, that blushing would be the death of m
e.

  Everyone in the room stood still.

  I knew the brothers were staring, as some of their women did not look happy.

  Bell looked at no one but me.

  Our eyes locked as I made my way over.

  She looked like she was a bit breathless and her hands shook a little.

  I grabbed both her hands and looked into her eyes.

  She smiled.

  I smiled back.

  Then I reached into my pocket.

  Her eyes dropped to my hands.

  I brought the ring box up.

  Her eyes rounded. More pink slashed across her cheeks.

  I flipped it open and leaned close. “Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” I whispered to her ear.

  She gulped and looked at the ring.

  It was diamonds all around the center and as if by fate I had already thought about this coincidence… It had a centered emerald.

  She nodded.

  I leaned in closer. “Say it aloud, Bella.”

  She trembled and looked into my eyes. “Y-yes, Thunder. Yes.”

  I nodded and took the ring out, grasped her hand and pushed it onto her wedding finger. It fit perfectly. Again, I felt that fate had decreed it to be so.

  Then the room erupted into cheers and boots stomping.

  Bella jumped at the sudden melee.

  I chuckled and took her arm, leading her over to the bar.

  Chloe then showed up and again the room went silent.

  Dressed in a peach colored velvet with a slit down her thigh she smiled.

  Brothers stared, as fuck— they couldn’t help it.

  Jaxson showed up next to her as he took her elbow.

  The brothers all looked away as the women seemed to pout.

  Yeah, these two outshone any female here. Fuck yeah, they did.

  I sat Bella on a stool and held her hand.

  She tried to smile but her lips trembled.

  I leaned close and told her, “Shhh. It is okay.”

  Nodding, she whispered, “I-I was just so nervous.”

  I laughed a little. “This is normal. I was too.”

  She searched my eyes. “You don’t look nervous?”

  I grinned. “Good acting skills, babe.”

  She seemed to relax.

  The server came over and gave her a glass of champagne.

  Bella took a shaky sip.

  I could do nothing but stare. Damn, this was my woman. My wife. I chuckled.

  She glanced over at me as she sat her glass down. “What?”

  I shrugged. “I was just wondering how I got do fucking lucky?”

  Smiling hugely, she leaned close to whisper, “I’m the lucky one. You are the hottest, most bad ass, the kindest man I have ever known.”

  My stomach clenched in a knot. Really? I smiled. I wanted to just devour this woman. I would start at her lips and move all the way down. “Dammit. I cannot wait until—”

  “Okay!” Bruno yelled.

  Bella rolled her eyes at his interruption.

  I laughed.

  Bruno called out, “Everyone over to the cake table.” He zeroed that dark but twinkling gaze onto me. “Bride and groom.”

  I took Bella’s hand and we walked over.

  Some girl server handed me the cake knife.

  I grabbed Bella’s hand and we cut the cake.

  Cheers went up as everyone again, stomped their boots and shoes.

  Bella looked around. “Why don’t they clap like normal people?”

  I chuckled. “Bikers are not normal people, Bella. We are a force to be reckoned with.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  I fed her cake.

  She then gave me a forkful.

  I licked the frosting from my lips.

  Her eyes were round and her cheeks went red.

  I leaned close. “Gonna take the cake up to our room and eat it off that body of yours.”

  She gasped and shifted her legs.

  Yeah, I bet she just went wet in her panties. I knew I was hard enough to hammer fucking nails.

  “Heads up!” Jaxson called out. “Get your glasses!” He raised his as Chloe stood next to him, her eyes sparkling with joy.

  Happy that this was moving along swiftly, I took Bella’s hand as we went over to the bar. I wanted her alone. Nude, trembling with her name on my lips as she came.

  More champagne was set in front of us.

  “Toast. Toast. Toast!” The men all chanted.

  Jaxson stood up and jumped onto the bar.

  Chloe stared up at him as she grinned.

  He grinned. “To Thunder and Bella. Thunder is my brother in all ways but blood. Bella is already a family member as she is Bruno’s niece. The Black Devils welcome her to the family.” Jax looked down at me. “Brother…Here is to your happiness!” He raised his glass.

  I swear I got a lump in my throat.

  All the bikers did the same. “Devils. Devils. Devils!” they chanted as they then drank down their entire glass full.

  I nodded to Bella.

  We both drank our entire glass.

  Then there was more boot stomping.

  Bella stared around as her eyes widened at the noise.

  The men all slammed their glasses down and turned as almost one in a choreographed like motion. They headed toward us.

  I laughed, as I knew this drill. They would rush us then put us on their shoulders and dump us at the honeymoon room.

  Bella’s eyes narrowed as she gasped and reached under her dress to produce her Magnum. She raised it up and as the bikers all crowded close, she let off a shot to the ceiling.

  They all stopped in mid rush with the deafening booming sound as plaster fell away from the ceiling dropping on the floor in a pattering.

  She then aimed it at all of them while slowly passing the gun over them. “Stay back!”

  The men all gaped at this beautiful bride, her emerald eyes glinting under the light as she showed them she had death in her scopes.

  I stared at my woman holding a very large gun on my brothers.

  Then we all heard a huge booming laugh. “A fucking real De Luca, I tell you!” he shouted as he laughed.

  All the brothers stared at her then at Bruno.

  Laughter broke out all over the room. The sound was almost deafening

  “Fucking Bella,” I muttered and put my hand out lowering her gun.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Bella

  Thunder told me that this was a tradition. That it would be all right. The guys were harmless.

  “At least at this moment,” he said with a wink as he took my magnum and shoved it into his back waistband.

  Then the men all rushed us, despite my shot. They put us up onto their shoulders. I peered down and waved at Chloe as her and Jaxson laughed.

  I would never be able to thank Chloe for doing all of this. During our makeup session when we did each other’s makeup, I confessed to her about being a virgin.

  She had sat there staring into space for at least three minutes. She then asked me with a squeak in her voice…how?

  I told her how I drugged bikers or got them so drunk they never got me. And that Mario never got me either.

  She was then so excited. She went on to tell me that Thunder would try to be too gentle. And to not let him be freaked out over it. She said with the wrong guy like she had…it would hurt, but she knew that Thunder would do this right.

  I asked her how she knew.

  She shrugged and replied, “Because he loves you.”

  I wondered at this. Did he? He’d told me I was his. He told me how he’d decided to be with me after his torture. This didn’t mean he loved me! I knew I was past wondering if I loved him. I so did. I was so gone over him. There was no man like him in the world.

  Now the guys hauled us through the hallways, yelling and shouting, making comments about the wedding night.

  My cheeks were flaming. It was so embarrassing. Everyone knowing what we were ab
out to do.

  Thunder seemed at ease as he laughed.

  I wasn’t—I was so nervous I thought I might snap.

  They all stopped at the door because Thunder yelled, “Stop!”

  Then for men who’d seemed too loud and rowdy, they very gently set us down.

  “Thanks brothers. Now fucking scram!” Thunder barked.

  They all laughed and rumbled as a group down the hallway.

  He turned to me.

  I bit at my lip.

  Thunder stepped close and opened the door, then swooped me up.

  I gasped.

  “Carry the bride,” he whispered. “Over the threshold.”

  Oh… This is real! Yes, the cake, toast, and that beautiful ring. But just now when he said that, I realized. THIS WAS REAL.

  He carried me in.

  I stared around. “Oh. My. God.”

  “Yeah,” was all he said.

  The room was full of red roses, everywhere. There was a table set with candles, champagne in an ice bucket. Silver domed covered plates and settings. My eyes swung around. The bed was covered in rose petals. “Ohhh…” was all I could mutter at this shockingly romantic room. I looked around, my gaze stopping at the huge bathtub, one with clawed feet. Full of bubbles. “W-what…”

  Thunder laughed. “I wanted this night to be all that you dreamed of.”

  I gazed down at him as he held me. “Thunder… wow. J-just wow.”

  He grinned and carried me over to the tub.

  My eyes rounded.

  He swung me over.

  “No!” I gasped. “My dress!”

  “I wouldn’t have done it.” His eyes sparkled. “I wanna take that dress off myself.” He set me down on my feet. He stepped back and looked at my 4 inch heels. “Mmm…” His hot gaze rose up along my legs to my thighs. “Mmm…” He groaned again. Then his eyes traveled up to my breasts. “Yum…”

  My nipples tingled as he stared. God, without him even touching me! I was so wet in my panties. Oh yes, they were ruined. I shook a little at the heat in his gaze.

  He stepped close and lowered the straps of my dress. “So fucking beautiful.”

  I tried to swallow but could not seem to.

  He shimmied the dress down and over my hips. Past my thighs. Then to my ankles.

  I stepped out of it.

  He then knelt down and his eyes rose up to my right thigh. “A fucking garter belt?”

  I giggled. “Not my idea.”