Dirty Biker (An MC Motorcycle Romance) (The Maxwell Family)
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He moved his head to suck on the other breast and pleasure my engorged nipple. I slid my hands under his shirt and up to his hard chest. I ran them across his bare chest muscles and I could feel them rippling against my palms. I could also feel his erection straining and quivering against the inside of his pants, aching to get free.
“Mm, your hands feel so good, Liv. Move them down lower,” he told me before switching nipples.
I fulfilled his request, sliding my hands down lower and happily finding that the waist band of his shorts that was secured by a simple tie, which I undid easily. As his shorts slid down I reached down and slipped a hand into the front of his boxers and at last I could feel his pulsating cock. I wrapped my hand around it and as I did, he bit down on my nipple, causing me to let out a little squeak. He licked the spot he’d bitten softly with his tongue and then continued to kiss and suckle as I stroked him softly.
I felt his hands slide over the curve of my waist and down to my hips. He took the waistband of my lacy panties and pulled them down across my thighs and over my knees, down to my ankles where I stepped out of them and he kicked them aside.
He looked up at me and said, “God, Liv….You’re so fucking beautiful,” in a deep, raspy voice.
He stood back up and his lips found my neck. I leaned my head back and he gently brushed my hair over my shoulder to give him full access. He started to suck on the tender flesh and as he did, I felt his fingers begin to glide softly across my wet lips. I gasped, loudly as he ran it across the head of my swollen clit that was begging for attention.
“Oh my God, I want to fuck you senseless,” he breathed out.
I wanted to do the same to him. I wiggled my bottom closer to him and rubbed my now bare pussy against his fingers, silently begging him to touch my clit again. He suddenly covered my lips with his mouth and began to walk me backwards towards the bed. When we got next to it, he spun me around so I was facing away from him.
He made a satisfied sound and said, “That is the most gorgeous ass that I’ve ever seen.”
He suddenly dropped to his knees and softly kissed each cheek and then took a soft bite out of each one. Goose bumps raced down my spine and arms. I jumped forward and he used one hand to position me so I was leaning onto the bed, holding myself up on my hands and arms. He wrapped one arm around my waist and brought my backside in closer to his face. This time as he nibbled on my cheeks he reached around in front and began to rub his finger along the outside of my wet slit, making me groan loudly.
“Mm, you’re so fucking wet. I think you must be having a moment of weakness tonight,” he said.
“The weakest,” I told him in a breathless voice. “So stop your teasing and give me what I want.”
He chuckled and slid a finger inside of me at last. I wiggled against it and moaned. He slipped in a second one and I gasped. When he slipped in a third I had to cry out and I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I began to thrust my hips back as he moved his fingers in and out of me only to stop after a few thrusts.
“Daaaax!” I cried out in frustration.
My body was shaking as he flipped me over so I was on my back. He put his finger back inside of me, but now he could use his tongue to press against my swollen clit. He flicked it up and down and back and forth as I thrust myself against his hand and he plunged into me with his fingers. He sucked the entire throbbing nub in between his sexy lips and nipped it softly, causing me to scream.
As soon as I did, I covered my mouth with my hand, “Oh shit, I’m sorry!”
He smiled. “No one else is here. It’s okay,” he said softly.
He slid his fingers out and left me feeling empty and wanting. I was dying for more. He stood up and took his boxers off and I immediately reached out for his cock. I ran my fingertips across the shaft and then pulled myself up so that I could slip my lips around the slick head. He cried out as I did and I felt his legs quiver. I let my lips slide down slowly across the shaft as I used my tongue to stroke along the bottom. He began to move his hips gently, in and out as I licked and sucked and ran my tongue in swirls around the head. I used my hand to stroke him gently as he moved in and out of my mouth, gaining speed and momentum with each thrust. I felt his cock begin to swell and he quickly pulled back.
He reached over to the nightstand and took a condom out of the drawer. Slipping it on, he lay down on his back on the bed, lifting me like a doll to sit up straight across his pelvis. His cock pressed against my inner thigh and I could feel it twitching and throbbing. I reached down and took it in my hand and pushing up on my knees, I lined it up with my opening. He put his hands on my hips and I slid down onto him. He brought me almost all the way down and then he used his hands to lift my hips back up and slide himself almost all the way out.
Suddenly without warning, he thrust his hips up off the bed and pulled me into him simultaneously. We both cried out and we fell into a rhythm, me thrusting down, and him up. I leaned down to kiss his lips and after dragging his tongue against them he sat up slightly, wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me into him so my breasts were covering his face.
He sucked on them hard while I continued to bounce up and down on top of him. He lay his head back down on the pillow again with his eyes half open. They were glazed over, making him almost look like he was in a trance. Grabbing my hips again he began to fuck me, forcefully now. Every time he slammed me down onto his pelvis I felt a shock of pure ecstasy surge through my body. Screw waiting, forget about going slow, making it last…we could always do it again. We both wanted that sweet release. I knew that I was aching for it.
He left one hand on my hips to guide my movements up and down and he slid the other one between my legs and pressed his thumb against my clit. I felt like I was going to go insane with the pleasure. He rubbed it in circles and stroked it. I could feel the tender little mound of flesh growing bigger and harder. I felt moaning noises coming from somewhere even deeper than my throat, rising up, building into a scream that threatened to erupt as I bounced up and down on him.
I leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and he moved the hand on my hip around and squeezed and kneaded my ass. I was riding him harder and faster. I couldn’t stop if I’d tried. I was in another dimension, getting wilder with each thrust until I felt the clench of my pussy muscles. Finally, the orgasm rose to the surface and came out with the scream, gathering in a pool at the base of his cock. He kept softly stroking my clit as I rode the waves and when my body finally went limp he wrapped his arms tightly around my body and held me against him as he thrust himself up into me. I couldn’t help myself; I started moving again, letting the mound of my pussy grind into the lower part of his belly. He held me tight and continued to thrust until I felt him tighten and swell inside of me and his legs and arms tensed up. Seconds later the orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave. I rode him softly until he’d finished his release and I felt him relax underneath me.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he breathed out.
I laid my body down against his and said, “I’m not. We are.”
I snuggled deeper into his arms and I was just about to close my eyes when the door kicked off its hinges and Dax and I were staring into the long nose of an automatic rifle.
Chapter Thirteen
Dax
“What the fuck! Terrance you punk! What the hell are you doing?”
Terrance was pointing his gun right in Olivia’s face. I knew he was probably pissed off because he found us together but the fact that he was holding a gun on her just made me see red. I jumped out of bed and without even thinking about it I grabbed the gun and pulled it out of his hand. I started swinging it. He took one in the side of the face and one to the shoulder before he went down to the floor. I tossed it aside and started pummeling him with my fists. I could hear Olivia saying my name and Terrance telling me to stop. I was pissed, but I didn’t want to kill the bastard. Not yet, anyways. I put my hand to his throat, not hard enough to choke him, but with
just enough pressure to keep him on the floor.
“Dax, listen to me,” he said in a raspy voice. He was panting and gasping for breath. “Please, I just want to talk to you.”
“Nice way of talking, asshole. You kick in the door and start waving a gun around.”
“Please, Dax. Hear me out.”
“Talk fast.”
“My dad sent me a text. He said there was a cartel member down here causing trouble. He told me to get my ass over here. When I came in, no one was around. I heard noise in here and that’s the whole story, I swear. I didn’t know it was you and Olivia. I’m sorry I scared you, Liv. I’m sorry, Dax.”
I got the feeling that he was telling the truth. I wasn’t going to let him just walk out of there that easily though.
“What the hell are they into, Terrance? They’re mixed up with the fucking Cartel now?”
“I don’t know what all they’re into Dax. They just treat me like a fucking errand boy, you know that. I know that there have been some meetings with the Mexicans up at the warehouse. I don’t get invited inside, so I don’t know what’s being said or changing hands.”
“What’s in the crates that get delivered to Brock?”
“Shit Dax, I don’t know. I fucking swear, I don’t know. Your brother and your father both scare the shit out of me. You think I’m going to ask either one of them?”
I got off of him and said, “Get the fuck out of here Terrance.” He scrambled to his feet and then had the nerve to bend down to get his gun. I kicked it away and said, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He didn’t say anything else. He glanced at Olivia before he left. It was a sad, hang-dog look, like she had done something to offend him. I think he had lost his mind.
“Are you okay?” I asked her once he was gone.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Yeah, but I’m going to talk to Terrance’s Pop,” I told her as I dug through the drawers for a clean shirt.
“What? Now? No Dax, you’re just inviting trouble.”
“Did I just invite Terrance in here with a gun? I need to know what the hell is going on. Obviously staying out of it isn’t doing us any good.”
“It’s because we’re still here, living in the midst of it, Dax. We need to just get the hell out of here.”
“Olivia, I can’t get out of here and move on with my life until I find out what or who has been holding me back the past two years.”
“I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep worrying about you all the time, Dax. If you go out that door tonight and do this, I won’t be here when you get back.”
I stopped and looked at her as I stepped into my jeans. She had been back in my bed for no longer than ten minutes and now she was giving me ultimatums. She wasn’t the one who just did two years hard time for some bullshit she didn’t do.
“I have to go, Liv. I’d like you to be here when I get back, but I guess you have to do what you need to do to.”
I slipped on my boots and grabbed my jacket off the hook on the wall. She had tears in her eyes, but I couldn’t let that stop me. This shit had to stop.
I checked out the bar and the offices before I left. Terrance was right about one thing. Olivia and I were the only ones there. I locked up before getting on my bike and riding over to see the Vice President at his home.
I knew he heard me ride up and I didn’t doubt that he was in there armed, but he wouldn’t shoot me, at least not on his own property. My dad may not have given two shits about me, but I’m sure he’d be pissed if his one Vice President shot his son. I walked up and banged on the door. He pulled it open and a big smile crossed his face.
“Hey Dax!” he shouted.
He was dressed in his jeans still and a sloppy looking t-shirt. He had a beer in his hand and I could see the remnants of what was probably his dinner. A Hungry Man container on the coffee table in the den.
“Hey, can we talk for few?”
“Sure, come on in,” he said. He led me into the den and muted Duck Dynasty on the TV. “Have a seat, Dax. What’s going on?”
I sat down and he did too, “I was hoping you could tell me.”
“Sure, if I can. What do you want to know?”
“Why did you send Terrance over to the bar with a gun tonight for one?”
“What? I didn’t send Terrance anywhere tonight. I haven’t talked to him since yesterday.” He looked and sounded genuinely confused. I was finding out though that if the MC club didn’t work out, most of those guys could get acting jobs.
“He says he got a text from you saying there was a Cartel guy at the bar causing trouble. He came busting in on me and Olivia with a gun. I don’t care for having a gun shoved in my face and I’d like to know what the fuck is going on.”
He got up and went across the room. He picked his phone up off one of the end tables and looked at it. He handed it to me and said, “Look, Dax. No message.”
I looked through his text messages, the sent ones, the received ones and the trash. He didn’t have many of them and his most recent to Terrance was yesterday and said something about bringing him a torque wrench when he came over.
I handed it back to him. It would have been easy enough to delete it before I got there.
“See?”
“I don’t see a message, but that doesn’t mean it was never there.”
“Shit, Dax. I’m an old man. I barely learned how to text. I don’t know anything about electronics and I don’t know how to delete this shit. Look at them. I have over two hundred messages from each contact. The last time anything got deleted on this phone was around the New Year. I asked Terrance to do it for me because I couldn’t figure out how.”
“Is the club mixed up with the Mexican Cartel?”
“That’s a question you’ll have to ask your old man, Dax,” he told me.
I wasn’t getting the answers I needed so I left without as much as a goodbye.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
I got up and dressed after Dax left. Once again, I threw my stuff into my old duffel bag without even knowing where I would go. Most of my clothes were still in it. I hadn’t planned on staying there permanently so I hadn’t unpacked. I guess that made it easy, albeit pathetic. I had to stop depending on other people. I needed to get a real job and get my own place so this crap would stop happening to me.
As I left, I looked at the mess the room was in. The door was hanging all cock-eyed off of its top hinge and the deadbolt had splintered the wood around it as it was forced opened by Terrance’s size twelve foot. A huge chunk was torn out of the doorframe where the lock had engaged and Terrance’s blood from where Dax had beaten him in the face was still on the floor. This place was a hole and I had to stop allowing myself to get caught up in it.
Once again, for the second time in two weeks I took my paltry belongings and got into my car. I took out my phone and sent my Uncle a text.
“Are you still up?”
“Yep.” was his reply.
“Can I come by?”
“Yep.”
I had to smile. He was such a nice guy, but definitely a man of few words.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”
I drove slowly on my way over. I was trying to clear my head and imagine what it would be like to have a normal life. I’d never really had that. My dad was always a little strange and my mother a little too dependent on him. It took me until I was twenty years old to find out his weirdness was coming from a pipe and it was what he was supplying that my mom was most likely dependent on. I didn’t have any evidence to back it up, but it was the only explanation I could come up with.
My uncle was waiting up for me and he’d even made me a cup of hot chocolate. The relationship I had with him was the closest thing to a normal family relationship that I’d ever had.
“Thanks for letting me come over,” I told him.
“Anytime, Liv. What’s going on? I can tell by your voice that you’re a little stressed out.”
“Did something happen?”
“Too much has happened. Dax came home and once again he told me he didn’t do what he was accused of. I don’t know if it’s naïve of me or not, but I believe him. But because I believe him it leaves me feeling guilty as hell about not standing by him and being with Terrance.”
“Is that why you and Terrance broke up?”
“No, Dax is trying so hard to prove his innocence. He found some emails that made it look like Terrance was the one who set him up. I confronted him and he denied it, he lied right to my face. Dax confronted him and he admitted setting him up, but he said it was because Bull ordered him to do it.”
“Jeez, that’s harsh.”
“Yeah, if it’s true. Dax confronted Bull and he denies everything. I’m just so tired of it all. I want to be with Dax. I still love him. He can’t get past this whole revenge thing though and I just can’t live like this anymore. He’s going to get in trouble again just by virtue of being involved with these guys. He doesn’t seem to understand that.”
“So what happened tonight?” he asked me.
“Terrance bust in on me and Dax in the room I was staying in and put a gun in my face.”
My uncle jumped up and said, “What? That little bastard!”
“It’s okay. Dax beat the crap out of him for it. He said that his dad sent him there with the gun because there was supposedly a Cartel member in the bar. I believed him, mostly because he looked scared to death when he realized it was Dax he’d actually pulled a gun on.”
“You’re right. You have to get the hell out of there. You can stay here in your old room.”
“Thank you,” I told him. “God, I hate to keep asking for things. I’m going to get my shit together soon, I promise.”