“Dax, please…Talk to Dad. Don’t let him…I don’t want to go to prison.”
I knew the look on my face had to be hilarious. Imagine the irony of the person who you trusted and put you behind bars, begging you for a reprieve.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You want me to put in a good word for you? Now who’s the crazy one?”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Too little too late…Brother.”
That was when we heard the gunshots. There were two of them. Brock and I both froze. I said a prayer for my dad’s soul, just in case it was him who got hit. A few minutes later, Terrance came flying in the back door like he’d been pushed. He had a bloody nose and split lip. He stopped himself from eating the wood floor by grabbing onto the counter. My dad came in after him. He didn’t seem to have any injuries, he was just breathing hard.
“Call the cops, Dax,” my dad said.
“Dad,” Brock tried again.
“Don’t call me that, ever again,” my dad said. He walked over and grabbed a beer from behind the bar. He opened it and began to gulp it down. While he did that, I called the police. I asked for my favorite detective and when I hung up I said, “They’re on the way.”
My dad turned to me and he looked sadder than I’d ever seen him as he said, “I’m so sorry, Dax. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” Then he looked at Brock and Terrance and said, “If the two of you—”
“Dad,” I interrupted him. I was still hyper-aware of the tape. I didn’t want to say it so I tipped my head back just enough to cause him to look up. When he saw the camera, he smiled.
“I’ll be damn,” he said. “I always knew you were the smart one.” He looked back at Terrance and Brock and said, “I was just going to remind you that the law and your prison sentence will probably be a lot more comfortable if you just admit your guilt when the police get here.”
We heard the sirens approaching. My stomach clenched at the sound of it. I was excited about finally clearing my name, but I didn’t know if that sound would ever not make me a nervous wreck.
ELEVEN
OLIVIA
I had a great first day of school and I was still walking on air as I crossed the lot to where my car sat and my phone rang. It was my uncle.
“Hey, I’m just leaving campus now,” I told him. I thought he was calling to see when I was coming in.
“That’s okay, honey. I don’t need you here tonight. I just wanted to catch you before you heard something on the news and started worrying. There was another shooting today.”
“Oh my God, Dax?”
“No Liv, as far as I know, Dax is fine. This is why I didn’t want to risk you hearing it on the radio or something. It was Blake, Terrance’s dad. He’s dead.”
“Oh God. Who killed him?” In my head I was saying over and over, “Please don’t say Dax, please don’t say Dax.”
“It was Bull,” he said. I knew it was wrong, but I really didn’t care what they did to Bull, as long as Dax was okay. “That’s all I know so far, honey.”
“Thank you for telling me. You’re right, if I’d heard it on the radio I would have freaked. I need to go see Dax.”
“I figured. Be safe.”
“I will,” I told him.
Before I started the car, I called Dax. His phone was going straight to voicemail and even though my uncle said he was okay, it still made me sick to my stomach not being able to get ahold of him. I didn’t leave a message; I just went straight to Dax’s parent’s house as soon as I got back into town. I knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later, I was ready to knock again but the door was pulled open. Dax was standing there and I startled him by throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him tight. Then, I kissed his entire face. At last, I pulled away and said, “Please stop scaring me like that. My heart can’t take it. What the hell happened?”
He smiled at me and said, “It’s all over now, baby.” He brought his lips down to meet mine and we kissed, passionately. He had me pinned against the door and as his tongue explored my mouth his hands began to explore my body. I suddenly thought about Gail or Bull walking in. I had to struggle with him, but I was finally able to pull away.
“Where are your mom and dad?” I asked him.
He grinned and said, “My mom went to bail my dad out. I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I want to show you my room.”
“But I’ve already seen it,” I said with a smile.
“Not like this you haven’t,” he said.
******
I followed him into his room, feeling like a teenager, sneaking around while his parents were out. He took my hand and as he sat down on the bed, he pulled me down onto his lap and began lovingly kissing and nibbling on my neck. He was still holding my hand and our fingers were laced together tightly. I felt him squeeze my hand as he moved his mouth up to my ear lobes. He nibbled and sucked on one for a while, and then moved to the other side and shoved his tongue deep into my ear. That sent violent shivers down my spine.
I was shaking. I wanted him so badly that I physically ached for it. I pushed back so that he lay down and I was still on top of him. I could feel his erection straining to escape from his jeans. As we kissed passionately with our tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths I rubbed my pelvis against him, hard. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. We hadn’t had sex for a little over two weeks, but at that point it felt like months. I was like an animal in heat. I felt his hands underneath my skirt, exploring my ass, squeezing and massaging it.
I was so excited that as we kissed, I bit down on his lower lip. I felt his cock jump and that spurred me on more. I sucked it into my mouth and he began to buck his hips up and down, grinding his still jean clad cock into me. The hands that had been exploring my ass suddenly cupped it and pushed me up higher on his chest. Then I felt one of his fingers begin gently rubbing back and forth across the soaking wet crotch of my panties. I squirmed around as he teased me, rubbing all around the outside lips, but still on top of the panties and completely avoiding my engorged clit. It was probably best, because I felt like it was going to explode. I was whimpering and shamelessly grinding myself against him.
All of a sudden he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over on my back, pinning me between him and the bed. I had my arms above my head and he took one of his and held onto both of my wrists at the same time, limiting my movement. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it up and over my head and then released my wrists to get it off my arms. He reached down and relieved me of both my skirt and my panties in one fell swoop. Lastly, he unhooked my bra and discarded it as well. He let out a sharp breath as he looked at my breasts. I loved the look in his sexy eyes when he was turned on.
He moved his head down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked, causing me to quiver and moan. While he did that, he used his hand to pull and tweak at the other nipple. It felt fantastic. When he switched his mouth to the other breast he nipped at my sensitive nipple with his teeth.
My senses were all going crazy and I yelled out, “Oh my God!”
I felt him looking at me while his fingers continued to pull and pinch and twist my nipples. I opened my eyes and in a husky whisper he said, “This is going to feel even better baby girl.”
He slid his body down and buried his face deep into my pussy. In the throes of passion, my hips bucked desperately in rhythm with his tongue as he expertly traced the outline of my now throbbing clit. I grabbed the sheets and balled them up in my fist as he continued to lick and suck but I was startled to also feel the thickness of his finger slide up inside of me as he sucked on my clit and made me want to scream. After a bit, he replaced the finger with his tongue. He would shove it in as deeply as it would go and then run it over and across my lips, making sure he got all of the juices that were there for him.
My body was on fire, my mind was numb and I was in the throes of a climax. I grabbed his head in my ha
nds and I cried out his name. It only encouraged him to slip the finger back in and increase his tempo. I wanted to scream, but I made myself keep my lips closed so it came out like a desperate whimper.
“You’re so fucking sexy baby,” he whispered against my flesh.
His voice vibrating against me drove me wild. The orgasm surged through my body and headed for release. When it happened, it was going to be like an explosion. He reached up and fondled a handful of one of my breasts while the other hand continued to help his tongue torture my pussy.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer and when I finally reached my climax it was everything I knew it was going to be.
It was mind-blowing.
The only thing that would have made it better would have been if I was sure we were still alone and I could have screamed out loud.
He rubbed me gently between my legs and held onto me tightly as I rode wave after wave of pleasure, and when I finally came down and opened my eyes he was staring at me and smiling.
“That was amazing,” I told him with a smile.
He brought one of my hands up to his lips and kissed it.
“Yes it was,” he said. I felt him reach down and unbutton his pants. He stood up and with one swift movement he took down his boxers and jeans. Then he pulled his t-shirt over his head. The only light in the room was natural light coming in through the slats of the blinds. Dax was the most gorgeous thing, man, woman, inanimate object, that I’d ever seen.
He reached down and took his cock in his hand and he began to stroke it while he still stood over me. I sat up and ran my tongue along the head of it and down the shaft.
He shivered and said, “Fuck.”
He nudged me back gently and climbed back on top of me. He positioned himself against me where he could rub the head of his hard cock against the incredibly sensitive nob of my clit as he kissed me. He kissed my lips first and then down along my neckline and across my collarbone.
He kissed back up to my ear and whispered, “I love you,” with his sexy mouth pressed right up against it. Then I felt him slide into me at last. It was the sweet ecstasy I had been waiting for. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and put my hands on his shoulders as he began to plunge in and out of my pussy.
He reached down and pulled up my legs, placing one on either side of his shoulder. He was in the perfect position to hit my G spot and every time he did, I cried out. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up so that I could reach him with my mouth. I bit down on his neck and sucked a piece of it into my mouth as he moaned.
His thrusts down and mine up were in perfect harmony. I felt my body begin to tense up and I knew that another climax was on its way. My fingernails slid down across his shoulders, scraping his back lightly as we both increased our tempo and as I felt the orgasm once again racing through me, I had to grab and bite down on the pillow under my head to keep from screaming. I felt my pussy tighten around him and I bucked back as the head of his cock once more hit the G spot. I began to explode with pleasure.
He held me tightly until my shakes and involuntary jerks had subsided. When I was finally relaxed once more, Dax whispered, “Roll over.”
I did as he asked and all at once I felt him slip into my still hot, wet pussy from behind and begin pounding once more. His thrusts became harder and more urgent. He had one hand wrapped up in my hair and was using the other one to pinch and squeeze the cheeks of my ass. Then he would slide up and do the same to my nipples. It was pure ecstasy and I felt another orgasm welling up inside of me. All it took to break it loose was the feeling of Dax’s cock swelling and growing harder inside of me. We exploded together and then we lay there with my back pressed up against his chest as we came down from our natural highs. When we had both stopped shaking, he turned me over so that I was facing him and then he kissed me lightly and sweetly.
He whispered, “I love you, Olivia.”
Chapter Twelve
Dax
8 years later
“Hey, that looks good.”
I looked up and saw the Sheriff leaning across the partition to look at the tattoo I was working on.
I smiled. “Thanks, Sheriff. You really shouldn’t do that though. People get tattoos in private places sometimes. They might not take too kindly to having you gawking at them without their permission.”
“Sorry Dax,” he said. “Sorry Celeste,” he said to the young woman whose lower back tattoo I was just finishing up.
“It’s okay, Sheriff,” she told him.
“There you go, Celeste, all finished,” I told her, holding out a hand mirror for her.
She grabbed the mirror from my hand and used it to look at what I’d done. She squealed and said, “Oh my goodness, Dax! I love it. You’re so good. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Here, let me cover it before you go.”
I got her all covered up and sent her on her way. I heard her and Sheriff Talley talking out in the lobby while I was cleaning up. I thought back to a time when the sight or the sound of a law enforcement person or a siren would set my teeth on edge. Eight years later, it was what it was…a group of people who were on their way to try and straighten out a mess that some other people made. Some are good and some are bad, on both sides. I knew that I hadn’t done anything that would interest them, but there was also no one around who may have made them think I had.
I washed my hands and went out front. The sheriff was still waiting for me.
“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” I asked him.
“My boy wants a tattoo for his twenty-first birthday. I said no and I had a big old fit about it just to throw him off. But I wanted to see if you had a gift certificate I could buy to stick in a card for him so it’s a surprise.”
“Absolutely,” I told him. I laid a folder on the counter with a list of the sizes and body parts and prices and asked, “Do you have any idea where he wants it, or what he wants?”
“No idea,” he said.
“You want to just get one for what you’re planning on spending then and if he picks out a smaller one, I can reimburse him or you…”
“That’ll work,” he said.
He paid me and I gave him the certificate. Then he spent another fifteen minutes talking about anything and everything in town. He was a great guy, but he was worse than a lonely old woman when it came to gossiping.
At last, he looked at his watch and as if I were the one keeping him he said, “I’m sorry Dax but I’m going to have to cut this short. I have a staff meeting at one.”
“All right Sheriff, thanks for the business.”
“Just make sure and give him something that’ll make me proud,” he said with a wink as he went out the door.
I couldn’t help but smile again. Sometimes it was like living in Mayberry around here.
I was finally able to get my lunch out of the fridge and take it out front to the little bistro table. I had bought it at a yard sale and set it up in front of my place. I sat down and opened my iced tea, took out my sandwich and began to eat. As I ate, I looked around at the little stucco buildings around me and the hills that looked like they were draped in a thick carpet of color. The wildflowers were in full bloom across them. On the other side of me was a rocky, rugged mountain with no pretty flowers but some awesome hiking trails.
The first time I saw that place, I didn’t think it was pretty at all. All I saw was the dust and the tumbleweeds. Because the sun was already going down behind the mountain, the mountain ranges were dark and the flowers were closed up for the cool night. I was always shocked the next day when I looked at the same mountain and it was bursting with color. The lack of plants and trees had been an illusion as well. They were everywhere, they just looked different there.
I began to like to get up early. I took a hike up to the Lost Horse Mine and made the six and a half mile walk or if I had more time I’d go up further to Carey’s Castle. It was a bunch of old abandoned caverns and walking around them and exploring the area broug
ht the little boy out in me. One day, I’d bring my own kids up there. That’s why I was there mostly, it seemed like it would be a great place to raise a family. So far, after being there six years I hadn’t discovered anything that said otherwise. The people were nice, the landscape was beautiful, my tattoo shop was thriving and for the first time I felt true peace in my heart.
Joshua Tree didn’t have any outlaw biker clubs. They had one that was made up of a bunch of working class guys who liked to ride over to Nevada and gamble for a weekend every now and again. They did toy runs at Christmas and they had Easter Egg Hunts in the spring. It was a whole different world there from where I grew up, but that was exactly why I was there.
My dad didn’t do any jail time over the shooting of Blake. Enough of what happened was on the tape and Blake had also fired his gun three times and my dad fired his only once when the D.A. investigated. They filed it under self-defense and slapped a few fines on him for not having a permit for the gun.
Terrance and Brock both turned state’s evidence against their brethren. They both only ended up doing a couple of years in prison, but in the meantime, the club was completely dismantled. My mother told my dad that it was time for him to retire. He was tired, and the club was a mess so he didn’t argue with her. After I moved, they sold the house and bought an RV. They spend their time traveling the United States together. My dad still rode. He’d die the day he had to stop, but at least he started to just take the bike off the trailer and ride until he was tired and then he got back in the RV with my mom. My mom was happier than I’d ever seen her. She finally didn’t have the sins of my father and his two sons weighing her down.
Olivia’s uncle actually kept the Smokin’ Jokers name alive. He stepped in and took over for my dad, and then he appointed his own officers and they began recruiting. He turned it into a respectable club that didn’t even dabble in anything illegal. Instead, they volunteered for community service activities and they worked with foster kids and the elderly. He fixed up the bikes and as they’re out on their runs, they’re a living advertisement for the work he did. People brought their bikes in for modifications from all over the state and his little business throve.
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