DAX: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 1)

by Jessie Cooke

  “I’m suggesting Handsome for VP,” he went on to say. “If no one is opposed and he takes it we’ll need a new road captain. For that position, I was thinking about Pretty Ricky.” A couple of the guys nodded and he continued, “I’m also thinking about Pablo for sergeant at arms and Nolan for treasurer. Any of you have any other suggestions, I’m open to hearing them.” The truth was that just as they were falling so short on men, there weren’t a lot of young, healthy men left to choose from. They had six prospects that would probably be an asset to the crew, but lately Dax hadn’t had much time to spend with them.

  “Thanks, Dax,” Handsome said. “I’d be honored.”

  “I think those sound like great choices,” Beezy added.

  “I second that,” Clay said.

  “So do we need to take a vote or are we all in agreement?”

  The guys all looked at each other and each one gave his okay for the suggestions to Dax. Handsome formally accepted the appointment, and as Dax handed him the VP patch, an image of what he imagined Max’s tortured body to look like came into his head. He almost shuddered before chasing away that vision.

  “Okay, I’ll talk to Nolan and Pablo this afternoon.” Pablo was someone Dax had known for almost twenty years. He was about twelve years younger than Dax and they were neighbors Pablo’s whole life. His real name was Paul Jackson, but he had a Mexican mother and he got her dark eyes, hair, and skin. When he was a prospect the guys started calling him Pablo and it stuck. Nolan was even younger than Pablo. He’d traveled from Illinois just for a chance at becoming a prospect with the Skulls. They’d kind of laughed him off as a groupie at first until one day one of Hawk’s guys pulled a knife on Beezy in the bar and thanks to Nolan’s quick actions, he wasn’t able to plunge it into Beezy’s back like he’d planned. Dax gave him a prospect spot after that and had since found out how good the kid was with numbers. He was like some kind of math savant or something. And of course, Handsome was the best man for VP, Dax thought. The only one, really. He’d been with Dax the longest and he knew all the ins and outs of the club. Pretty Ricky had also been around for years and he was one of the best bike riders that Dax had ever known except for Handsome. Road captain duties were to coordinate routes and positions when riding with multiple riders, and most especially to teach everyone how to be safe on the road. Rick Collins was his real name. He has one of those faces that women go crazy for with big lips and gigantic hazel eyes. He was always fussing with his hair and he was the only one of them that kept his face completely clean-shaven, which was how he got his name. Dax said, “You all know we’re leaving for Quebec in the morning, right?”

  “Um, not sure my passport’s in order, boss,” Clay said with a chuckle. It was his usual joke. Felons were hard-pressed to get a driver’s license, much less a passport. Dax rolled his eyes. He wasn’t in much of a joking mood at the moment. When they went to Canada, which was not often, they went through Vermont. There was an unguarded crossing in a little town of about two hundred people in a city called Stanstead. They left their bikes in the garage of a man named Dennis who was an old friend of Dax’s father’s. Then they drove across the border in the man’s SUV with Canadian plates. Everyone except the driver was hidden ion the floorboards or underneath blankets so when the security camera went off, all it got is a picture of a man in a ball cap. When the border agents came to check it out days later, they’d find Dennis…a dual Canadian/American citizen, …sitting on his front porch and wearing the same ball cap. It was a plan Doc and Dennis had came up with years before, and it was genius as far as Dax was concerned. There was a chapter of the Skulls in Quebec, and Dax wanted to enlist their help in finding Hawk and the rest of the Sinners who had gone underground.

  Ignoring Clay’s comment, he said, “We leave here at 6 a.m. We should get to Dennis’s place by 10 a.m. and then up to the border crossing at Church Street by noon. I want to keep to the schedule as much as possible. Jean Claude has a list of places where ‘bikers’ that aren’t wearing local colors have been spotted lately. We’re going to check out as many as we can. I’d love to luck out and find that SOB belly-up to the bar in one of them, but that’s probably too much to ask. Either way, I have to be back here by Sunday afternoon.”

  “What’s going on Sunday?” Handsome asked.

  “I have an appointment,” Dax said, leaving it at that. He had some business to take care of. It was business that would benefit the club, but he didn’t want anyone to know about it just yet. It wasn’t his usual way of doing things, but with the FBI and the cops sniffing around and the possibility, no matter how slim, that someone was feeding them information, he couldn’t be too careful.

  Handsome raised his eyebrows and Beezy said, “Okay, boss, what’s next on the agenda?”

  “Whiskey,” Dax said. That was met with a round of “Hell yeahs,” and they all filed out of the meeting room and back into the great room. His eyes landed on Angel’s hot, round backside as soon as he stepped into the big room. She was wearing a black metal t-shirt, a pair of skin-tight jeans, and black boots. Her blonde hair flowed down across her shoulders and lay against her back in waves, standing out like the sun against the black background. She was standing across the room talking to Beezy’s sister and holding a beer in her hand. When the other woman looked in their direction, Angel turned her head too. Those sexy green eyes landed on his face and she smiled. That was all it ever took for him to feel a surge of blood that caused his jeans to tighten and his balls to ache.

  She said something else to Beezy’s sister and then came over toward Dax. When she reached him, she slid her arms up around his neck and stood on her tiptoes so that she could reach his mouth. She pressed her lips into his, and he opened his mouth and sucked in her tongue. They stood there and made out while his hands slid up and down her body, and for a second he forgot that they weren’t alone. In the past there had been times, when a good party was going on, that he’d just push the girl to her knees right there and make her suck his dick in front of everyone. He felt it surge and he was tempted…but this was Angel and all the rules were different for her. He pulled out of the kiss at last and said:

  “Mm, what was that for?”

  “Just because I missed you.” She smiled and his stomach did a crazy flip. Looking around the room as people headed for the door she said, “Where’s everyone going?”

  “Headed over to the bar. You up for a big party?”

  “Sure. What are we partying for?”

  He grinned and slapped her on the ass. “Just for the hell of it,” he said. “It’s been too long since we’ve had any good times around here.” She took his hand and they headed out to the bike. He noticed Handsome watching them while Callie slid on her helmet. He was still suspicious that Angel was the one who had set them up. Dax wanted to be pissed at him for that, but if the shoe were on the other foot, he’d feel the same way. Angel was the only new one on the ranch, and everything Dax knew about her was what she’d told him herself. That was not his usual way of doing things. But fuck…It’s Angel.

  34

  The party was already in full swing when they got to the bar. Angel was surprised to see two topless women dancing on top of the pool tables in the back. That was new. She looked at Dax and he shrugged and said, “It looks like some of the girls from the porn shop showed up tonight.”

  Angel still wasn’t overly comfortable with a lot of the things that went on at these parties, but with Dax holding onto her as they made their way deeper into the bar, she at least felt safe. The place was teeming with the people from the ranch; heavily tattooed men and women both littered the dance floor and sat or stood around the pool tables hooting and hollering as the women on top shook and gyrated every part of their bodies. There also seemed to be a lot of locals from town. That made Angel a little nervous. First, she worried that someone might recognize her and secondly, she worried that with all the angst going on in the community over the MC wars that mixing the two might be a volatile situation.<
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  Dax led her to a booth in the back where Beezy sat making out with some woman almost twice his size. She was wearing a pink halter top and Beezy had one of his hands shoved down inside. Angel could clearly see that he was fondling the woman’s tit. She looked away toward Clay, who sat next to the woman, and a girl sitting next to him that almost looked too young to be in a bar. Angel didn’t recognize her. The girl looked nervous so Angel smiled at her, trying to put her at ease.

  The girl looked like she was about to smile back when Dax said, “What the fuck are you doing here? Clay, what the hell are you thinking, bringing her here?”

  “I didn’t bring her here, boss. She was here when we got here. I just made her sit down with me where I could watch her.”

  “Symone! Look at me,” Dax told her. “What are you doing here?”

  “Looking for someone to fuck!” she said, defiantly. She started to slide out of the booth and stand up but Clay grabbed her by the arm. Throughout the entire exchange, Beezy never stopped fondling the Amazon chick’s tit. He had one hand under the table now and Angel hated to imagine what they were up to down there.

  “Let go of me!” the girl snapped at Clay.

  “He’s going to take you home,” Dax told her.

  “I don’t have a fucking home!”

  “Symone. Get up and go with Clay. He’ll drop you back at your grandmother’s house.”

  “Fuck you, Dax! You’re not my father.” Angel felt the muscles in Dax’s arm go as hard as steel. He moved her hand off it and stood up. Even Beezy and the Amazon stopped what they were doing to see what would happen next.

  “Is she drinking again?”

  “What do you care? I’m tired of being your community service project.”

  “Your father was a good friend of mine.”

  “My father was bat-shit crazy, which is why he is dead. His mother is a fucking nut-case alcoholic, and don’t even get me started on his perverted brother…”

  “Look, Symone, I know you’ve had a hell of a time…”

  “You don’t know shit. You don’t know what it’s like to be abandoned by your father because he’s either fucking always in jail or playing gangster, and then he just goes off the deep end one day and picks a gunfight with the cops. You don’t know what it’s like to not have a mother or to live with a grandmother that drinks and beats you. And just when I thought nothing could be worse, you all sent me to live with my aunt and uncle.”

  Angel wasn’t sure what was going on, but everyone else at the table seemed to know. Dax didn’t look angry, he looked sad. Clay almost looked scared and Beezy actually looked interested. In a voice that was surprisingly soft Dax said, “Look, Symone, for tonight, you are going home, you’re going to wash that shit off your face, and go to bed. I will check in on you tomorrow and I promise, we’ll figure this out, okay?”

  Symone stood up. Her eyes were still linked with Dax’s. Clay stood up too and Dax nodded at him. He went to take the teen’s arm and she jerked it away. But, with one more defiant look at Dax, she followed Clay to the door. Dax watched them until they were gone. The cocktail waitress must have been waiting for the fight to be over. She stepped up and sat a bottle of whiskey down in front of him with two glasses. Looking at Angel she said, “Do you want something different, hon?”

  “No, the whiskey’s fine,” Angel told her. When the waitress was gone, Angel was about to ask Dax about the girl when Beezy said:

  “She’s just grieving, man. She’s been through some shit, too much shit for a kid to have to go through.”

  Dax nodded, poured two shots of whiskey, and pushed one over to Angel. He picked his up and downed it. “Who is she?” Angel finally said.

  “Bobby was her father.”

  “Bobby? The one that got killed in the shoot-out with the cops a few weeks ago?”

  Dax nodded and poured himself another shot. “She was living with her mom in New Hampshire. The mother died of cancer a few years ago. Bobby was in prison at the time and I wasn’t gonna be responsible for a pre-teen out on the ranch. She went to live with an aunt and uncle, and that went all bad. She’s got a lot of issues because of it and Bobby finally just got her back before he got his crazy ass shot.” Dax took a third shot of whiskey.

  “How old is she?” Angel asked.

  “Fifteen, I think,” Dax said.

  “She was born at the club; don’t you remember it?” Beezy asked him. “We were both there. Scared the shit outta me, watching her mama push out that bloody, wrinkled-up little human. I swore off women for a whole week after that.”

  “I’m glad you went back to them, baby,” the big, blonde woman said in a slurred voice.

  “Light us a smoke, baby,” Beezy told her with a peck on her lips.

  “I remember,” Dax said. “And yeah, it scared the shit out of me too. Made me swear I was never getting anyone pregnant. I guess that was fifteen years ago. The more I know about these teenagers, though, the more I’m starting to think popping them out was the easy part.”

  “Oh, baby! I love this song. Dance with me?” the big woman told Beezy as a big puff of smoke came out of her mouth. She handed Beezy the joint and he took a long drag before handing it across to Dax. Dax took it and inhaled as Beezy and the woman got up and went out to the dance floor. He handed the joint to Angel and as she took it between her fingers she said:

  “It’s nice how you look after all these kids. I bet someday you’re going to make an amazing father.”

  Dax turned to look at her. She could see emotion in his eyes as he said, “You want kids, Angel?”

  “Yeah, someday. What about you?”

  “I never thought about it…until recently. In the past I just figured I’d never find anyone that I wanted to have kids with…you know, someone I trusted enough to want to keep in my life that long.”

  “What happened recently to change your mind?”

  He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “You happened,” he said. Angel felt overwhelmed, both by the gravity of what he was saying to her and the guilt she felt as soon as he mentioned trust. Angel kissed him back and wondered how much longer she could keep up this charade. Dax was a good man…why couldn’t the task force, and most especially her brother, just accept that? “Come on,” he said, taking her by the hand. She didn’t question him. Despite her own issues with guilt because she wasn’t being honest with him, she trusted him with her life.

  He led her past the prospects’ table. The six young guys were whooping it up, taking shots of straight whiskey and fondling the cocktail waitress, who looked old enough to be their mother. One of the “porn stars” danced nearby on top of the back of one of the booths, shaking her excessively enhanced, naked tits to the sounds of AC/DC blaring out of the juke box in the corner. Just beyond that booth sat one of the older guys in the club. Angel couldn’t remember his name but unfortunately after that night the memory of a sixty-nine-year-old man masturbating openly in public would be burned into her brain. His eyes were glued to the dancer as he stroked himself with vigor. It was almost like a train-wreck…too horrible not to look. Angel was grateful Dax was pulling her along or she might have stopped and gaped openly at him.

  Dax led her through a door at the back of the bar and suddenly they were outside in a picnic area, surrounded by trees. The sun was getting low in the sky and the blue background looked like it had been brushed with varying shades of red, yellow, and orange. It was beautiful, and a nice reprieve from the smell of marijuana smoke, motorcycle oil, sweat, vomit, and sex inside.

  “This is nice….”

  “Get naked.”

  Angel looked around. “Um…what?”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Right here?”

  “It’s just you and me, baby.”

  “Yeah, but…I mean anyone can walk out….” Or someone in the surveillance van up the road might be able to see us if they looked hard enough. She wracked her brain, trying to remember who was up tonight. God please don�
��t let it be Kyle…or Micah. Shit, no matter who it was, if she did this, she was screwed.

  “I thought you trusted me.”

  “I do. Of course, I do. It’s just…”

  “Nobody will come out here. If they do, I guarantee you they’ll turn right around when they see us and go back inside. No, unless there’s some other reason you don’t want to fuck me…” Angel reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She tossed it aside and looked back at Dax. He was smiling. “That’s my girl.” She figured out as soon as he started talking that this was some kind of test. If the guys gave her shit for it, she would defend herself with that statement.

  Angel stripped off the rest of her clothes, slowly, as Dax leaned against one of the wooden picnic tables and watched. His blue eyes were filled with lust and every so often, his tongue came out and he licked his lips. She loved how he wanted her and by the time she was completely nude, she’d almost forgotten who else might be watching. It didn’t matter. She’d already decided Dax was what she wanted and if she had to give up other things and people in order to be with him, then so be it.

  He pulled her over to him and started by caressing her breasts. She loved the way his fingers played across her hard nipples. The intense look in his blue eyes as he touched her sent a convulsive shiver down her spine. He bent down and swiped across one of her nipples with his tongue, then he let it swirl around the tip before sucking the nipple into his mouth. She loved the way he sucked and licked her breasts, especially the way he used the sides of his teeth to lightly scrape across them. She could almost come without his ever touching her pussy…not that she wanted to. The more his mouth worked her nipples, the wetter she got and the more she wanted him inside of her.

  He suddenly picked her up underneath her arms and flipped her around, sitting her up on top of the picnic table. Then he dropped down to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart. Leaning in, he let his tongue slowly and lazily tease her outer lips, which were already soaked with her own juices. She held herself in place with her hands pressed against the table. It was hard not to writhe all over when he did that, it felt so good. She let her head fall back and moaned aloud as he slid his tongue up inside of her. He moved it in and out slowly, driving her crazy. She had to reach down and push his face harder into her pussy. She needed more. She wanted more of him inside of her. He licked up her wet slit and found her swollen clit. His tongue picked up its pace as he flicked across it and pressed into it, moving it from side to side. The volume and intensity of her moans rose as quickly as his tongue was moving, and she wrapped her fingers up tightly in his long hair, pushing him and begging for more. It wasn’t long before the orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of delicious ecstasy. She cried out his name and he kept up the pressure on her clit lightly until she finished coming and collapsed forward, shaking and quivering all over.