by K. J. Dahlen
“How’d you find the Black Devils?” she asked.
“They came after the Dragons.”
Her eyes widened. “How many MC’s you been with?”
“Here you are,” Martha announced as she carried our plates and set them on the table.
Saved by the bell. I could see the questions in her eyes, but she turned to her food instead of asking.
We both ate in silence. I spotted a little catchup on her lip and I wanted to lick it off so badly, but she was sitting too far away and she might not like too much PA, even though the diner was mostly empty. I really dig the way she enjoyed her burger. A woman who could eat like this and not pick at her food. Maybe she was just hungry though. But no, I could tell she wasn’t like other women. I mentally rolled my eyes. Must be true as she’d caught my attention and had held it for months. Finally, I’m stuffed and I asked her another question that had bothered me, “How can it be that you grew up like that while being a…well, a mob daughter?”
She wiped her mouth and slowly took a drink of her ice water as if she needed to formulate an answer. “The truth is. I don’t know why I ended up there in that family. All I know is my dad never wanted me…or my brother apparently.”
My head rose up. “Brother?”
Rose nodded then looked away.
I floundered around in my memory. Charlie didn’t have any kids as far as Bruno knew. Now here sits a daughter and then she spills that there was a brother? I wondered if Bruno knew ole Charlie had kids all over the place. Nah, he woulda’ gone and got them. Family meant everything to the man. Apparently, his brother was like Dagger had described if he just kicked his kids to the curb like that.
She stared at me. “Why so quiet all the sudden?”
“After we rest up tonight. We are headed back to the city.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
I nodded and stood up, dropping cash onto the table. “We’re taking this to Bruno.”
She shot up out of her seat. “The fuck we are!”
I glared at her. “Tamp that tone down, Rose.”
She huffed, her green eyes glittering at me and if they’d been knives, she would cut me with them in a flat fucking second. She and went around the booth then marched to the door.
God, why am I so fucking hard? Seeing her fired up was worse than seeing her satisfied. I hauled out after her. Who said Thunder’s woman would be a Miss Priss anyway? I would enjoy tamping down this temper tantrum.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jaxson
I spent all day Saturday with my girl. I fucked her, took care of her, watched movies with her and fed her chocolate until she told me she might hurl if I didn’t stop.
She still spent quite a long time in disbelief as every hour that went by, my phone did not ring and no one came to the door. I secretly chuckled over it.
Today was another day I would be with her and I had something special planned. Not that yesterday wasn’t. This idea was just something that’d been in my head for months and now was the time to play it out finally. “Ready?” I asked Chloe.
She nodded.
I took a good long look at her. From her cute little biker boots up to those sweet hips encased in the jeans on up to her tee-shirt. I squinted and read the shirt.
‘Biker’s Bitch’
Chloe was biting her lip to keep from laughing as she watched me.
I laughed outright and grabbed her around the waist. “Very funny.”
She was laughing as I tickled her. “What? It’s true!”
“Nah, you aren’t always a bitch.”
She gasped and hit my chest as she grinned.
I kept laughing. “Come on.”
We went to the door and she paused. “Jax?”
I titled my head at her. “Yeah, babe?”
“Are gonna have one of those beasts with us?”
I chuckled. “Beasts?”
She stomped her cute little boot. “You know what I’m talking about!”
I knew. She hated having the MC protection. I pulled my piece out from behind my vest. “This is the beast that will be with us.”
She smiled. “One of two.” She shimmed up and pressed herself against me. “You and the gun.”
“Very funny again.” I moved her in front of me and slapped her jean covered ass.
“OW!” She jumped forward.
I grabbed her tits from behind covering them with my palms. “Thought you liked my beast?”
She shivered at my touch. “I do. God, do I!”
I lowered my lips to her neck and sucked her skin into my mouth, marking her skin as I played with her nipples.
“God, Jax. Let’s just go back to the bedroom.” Her voice shimmied.
I raised my head and considered this. “It’s tempting, but I got a plan.”
She squirmed. “Then stop revving me up.”
I kept smiling as I opened the door and peered out.
Chloe waited behind me.
“Okay. Looks clear.”
She huffed. “Why are we always so careful?”
I turned around and grasped her face with both hands. “No one is ever gonna hurt you again.”
“Nor you?” she asked with a shaky voice.
I shrugged. “Not if I can help it.” I grabbed her hand and tugged her out to the hall then locked the door behind me.
Miggs appeared in the hall. Now this man here… If you saw him in your hall and you didn’t know him, you’d probably piss yourself if he raised his meaty fist at you.
Chloe let out a sigh. “Jax—?”
“Shhh,” I shushed her. “Ok Miggs, keep a watch out. Thanks, Brother.” I held her hand and walked past the three hundred pound biker.
We got into the elevator. “He’s just watching the apartment, Chloe.”
Her pout disappeared. “So why are you being so secretive about this trip?”
The doors shut. “No, no. I told you it was a surprise.” I loved making her wonder and she really hated to not ‘know’ something ahead of time. I got a kick out of her trying to get me to fess up.
More pouting.
I bit at my lip not to grin.
The doors opened and Chloe stepped forward.
I caught her arm. “Nope.”
She looked up at me.
I put her behind me and peered out, scanning the entire parking area. Then I spotted one of Dagger’s guys hanging out, smoking a cigarette. Her dad kept his promise and had his guys here 24/7.
He nodded at me.
I stepped out and pulled her along with me. Then we got to my cycle and I patted the seat. “Both my babes together.”
Chloe halted while looking astonished as her mouth popped open.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m competing with a female bike?”
I stared at her for a long minute. It was the most ridiculous summation I ever heard. I laughed. “Both the loves of my life. Now get on… Babe Number One.”
She gave me a smile that said, ‘that’s more like it’ and got on.
“There now, all is right in Jaxson’s world.” I started the bike up and roared out of the parking lot with Chloe’s laughter ringing out in the wind.
Funny thing… it didn’t happen this time. That gut wrenching feeling and that almost nauseas jitter when I got on my bike. Only Chloe’s warm breasts pressed up against my back and no other sensation came to me except warmth.
When we finally got out on the open road, I hit eighty, and I felt Chloe’s grip slipping, so I eased off the adrenaline and the gas as I realized finally that I’d gotten carried away again. The riding stilled my mind like nothing else, drink didn’t do it, nothing did, except when the wind was blowing through me. The fact that I had the one woman in the world that I ever wanted at my back added to this ride.
Countryside flew by then I finally got off the highway and maneuvered us up a long ass, dusty dirt road.
A farmhouse came into view. I slowed down and parked in front of the huge barn. Ki
cking my stand down, I waited for Chloe to cuss me out about the high speed.
Chloe finally let go of my waist. “God, Jax! That was a helluva ride!”
Surprised, I turned to stare at her. “You liked that?’
“Yes. It was glorious. I felt like there were no problems in the world, just you, me and the bike.”
I climbed off and grabbed her up.
“Oh!” she gasped out with surprise at my fast movement.
I raised her high in the air. To hear this from her… her understanding what it was all about, finally? I felt so happy and fulfilled in a way I never thought I could. I stared up at my woman. God, how I loved her. I lowered her down over my chest rubbing her body along mine. Slowly and gradually using her like I would a towel to dry me off. Instead of dry though, it was getting me hard.
Her eyes were luminous, her hair swept by the wind, her cheeks flushed from the ride.
“I want to fuck you on my bike. My two girls together.” I then pulled her down to my lips and took her mouth in a deep kiss.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned into my mouth. Then she reached down and rubbed my crotch through the jeans.
“I brought you up here to do just that,” I announced to her lips. I waited for her response. I really didn’t know if she would go for this. It was to me, a final step with my woman. Well, marrying her would be that, but this was a major one, only she didn’t know it.
She pulled away a little and gazed into my eyes. “Really?”
I nodded. “You okay with that?”
Suddenly nervous, she licked her lips and looked around.
I knew she would wonder about this part and it was why I got her all the way out here, so there would only be us. “No one here, babe.”
She nodded. Her eyes alight with a bit of fear and a lot of heat. She was turned on by the idea.
I dropped my hand and undid her jeans tugging them down and over her cute little boots. I wanted her to wear only them as I yanked at her black panties. The elastic gives with a satisfying snap. I then tore her bitch tee shirt off and unclasped her bra.
Chloe stood nude in just the little boots. She bit at her lip and looked shy.
I felt a flush as I stared at her. All of her. I loved that shyness that she always had. Her lovely curves and beautiful tits were gleaming in the sun. God dammit, it was so fucking hot. I placed her on the bike. “Lean forward and grab the handlebars.”
“What?”
“Now.” I slapped her bare ass. I know she loved it when I got a little dominant. Her pussy gushed every time I was. She cried out and stretched across the bike, grabbing the bars. “That’s right, baby, follow my direction and you will enjoy this.” I unbuckled my pants, shoving them and my boxers down around my ankles. My cock was hard as stone. I gave it a few strokes and grabbed her legs, admiring the way she looked laid out across my bike in only her boots. “God, Chole you are just so fucking sexy stretched out on my bike.” I thought I might come just from the image. I’d secretly fantasized about this for months.
Gripping her thighs, I drove in as I grabbed both breasts and pinched her nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she rasped. Her wet heat welcomed me home, gripping me like a glove. I closed my eyes and focus on making it last. The connection between us flared to instant life. Her moans pushed me closer to the edge. This woman had become my constant. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh trying to get as close as possible.
“Right there, Jax.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, yes, oh yes. I’m going to come, Jax!”
I pounded into her, wanting her to come apart for me. Fine tremors traveled down her body and to my cock. I felt a familiar tingle in my spine. “That’s it, let go for me, baby.”
“Jaxxx.” Her body tensed, and her walls tightened around me.
I spilled into her and she milked me dry.
Satisfied and spent, I kissed the base of her spine. Not finished, I pulled up and helped her to sit. “Not done with you yet, babe.” I reached down to rub her clit, feeling our liquids. I rubbed the sensitive bundle, shushing her as she tried to pull away.
“Give me one more, babe.” I liked that my cum was in her and even when we parted, she’d carry a bit of me inside of her.
“I-I can’t,” she gasped.
“Yes, you can.” I nipped her earlobe, and pushed my fingers inside of her, reviving her clit with circular motions using my thumb.
Giving in, she leaned her weight back against me and spread her legs wider.
“That’s it, babe.”
Her hips rocked as she caught my rhythm.
“I want to see your cum on my seat.”
She moaned helplessly at my dirty talk. I loved it that I could do this to her. Her hair tickled my face as I sucked on her neck, darkening the mark I’d started earlier today. Her walls pulsed around me and I knew she was close. “That’s it, baby, show me how good I make you feel. Let go. I want to see you squirt. I know you can do it.” I thrust into her roughly, angling my fingers.
Her walls clutched me, and her body jerked. She tossed her head back and screamed. A hot spray of liquid shot out onto my seat.
“Damn, babe. You love what I do to you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I kissed the side of her face. I’m always worried I’d take it too far, and push her too much. But she’d been so eager to learn, and she seemed down for my kink. I pulled up my pants and lifted her into my arms.
I used an old shirt from my saddlebag to wipe down my seat.
“Wow, Jax!” She dropped into my arms like she was jello and I was the mold.
“It was better than my dreams, sweet Chloe,” I whispered into her ear. “Better than my dreams.”
CHAPTER NINE
Chloe
What a day! Jax had taken me on his bike in more ways than one. I never thought I would—well, have such hot sex on a bike. Then he took me into the farmhouse. It was stocked full of supplies. He told me it was one of Bruno’s safe houses.
I was in awe. It was at least eight bedrooms, all antiques and old charm. Some safe house. Who was this Bruno De Luca anyway? He had so many secrets and I bet Jax didn’t even know half of them either.
Jax fed me a wonderful candle lit dinner. It was so relaxing, calming and so sweet. No phone, no TV. Though the place had 3 of them, we didn’t bother watching anything.
It was like a mini vacation. No city, no cars, no noise of any kind except our voices.
We spoke a little about the future.
Jaxson said he wanted a big biker wedding.
I laughed and told him. I did NOT even want to know what that was like.
After the romantic dinner, we took a long bubble bath in a huge old tub that even had claw feet. And yes, Jax took me there too, right in the bubbles. Only this time, he’d taken it slow, and used sweet torture on me until I was begging.
We dried off, dressed, and made sure to clean everything up in the house.
We hit the road just when it got dark. I had to get home and get to bed for work. Wow, was I tired. The man had worn me out. Yet, one thing was clear. He’d kept his promise. No MC all weekend. Just me and him. If I hadn’t fallen for Jaxson already, this weekend would’ve done it.
There was a freedom feeling of being on the road, the air beneath the tires, and the wind on my face. Even the moon in the sky seemed closer. It brought peace. I now understood why people lived to ride. I leaned into Jax as we took a turn. Headlights blinded me and an engine revved. I screamed. A bumper rammed into the back of the bike. Metal crashed together, sparks flew, and we were pushed off the road.
The squeal of rubber against the road deafened me. Disoriented, I tumbled through the air and landed hard. My shoulder protested my weight. Pain racked my body. I glanced around wildly. My ribs screamed at my movement. I wrapped my arm around my middle and forced my body into an upright position.
A dark SUV sat a few yards back. The headlights illuminated the horror
scene before me. Jaxson laid on the ground under his bike, dazed and possibly seriously injured. The door opened, and I spotted two men in suits emerging. I forced my limbs to move and scrambled to Jax. His eyes were shut, but he twitched slightly. He probably had a concussion. I was on my own. Heart in my throat, I reached inside his vest and found what I was looking for. The beast and I knew already that I would have to use it if we were going to make it out of this alive.
I let survival instincts surge up inside me. The last time I handled a gun, a man died and I’d even hit him again to make sure. I knew I could do this. I knew I had to. I narrowed my eyes, aimed, and fired. My mind was blank and somehow my aim was sure.
The man’s head exploded and I moved on to his partner. Blood and brain matter spilled onto the quiet country road. My body shook, and a faint buzz set in. It was apparent that these men thought they had us as they never even had time to grab their guns, to my surprise. A loud groan drew my attention to my man on the ground. “Jax?”
He moaned. His eyes moved rapidly under his lids. His eyelids popped open and I held my breath. “Fuck. Help me get this off.” His words were slurred, but he seemed lucid. Right now, the man was a super hero in my book just for waking up when he did. I felt so scared that he was hurt bad. God, this couldn’t happen again! I tried to focus and not fall apart. I set the weapon down and helped him move the bike.
“Shit.” His breathing was heavy. He then gazed around and spotted the two men with their brains spilled out onto the asphalt. His gaze slowly swung over to me. “Shit, Chloe…I…” He flinched as if it pained him to talk. “Dammit!” He looked enraged as he tried to get himself to focus.
He then said nothing more and despite it all, we worked together and lifted the bike off him.
“Gotta contain this, babe. Do what I tell you to.”
“Okay.” My voice wavered. Everything hurt. My ribs made it murder just to breathe, and I know I was on the verge of shock or panic. I couldn’t decide which.
“Gotta get the bodies in the car and drive it off road. I’ll call my brothers, but this as it is, will draw attention. We can’t have cops here. You know they want to nail me for anything at all.”
