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“As you wish.” I began sucking and kissin’ her exposed lips and clit. Movin’ my tongue around her wet pussy, I worked my way inside her. I reached up under her bra with both hands, tuggin’ and twisting her hard nipples. I knew that the contradiction of my soft tongue and rough hands was drivin’ her crazy, makin’ her writhe below me, too worked up to form actual words. I targeted her clit with my tongue, circling and flicking, sucking and licking. I moved my head and mouth in unison with her gyrating motions.

Takin’ my right hand away from her breasts, I pushed three fingers into her as I continued to caress her clit with my mouth. Her pussy was so swollen, it engulfed my fingers, sucking them in further with each thrust. I slid my fingers in and out of her as my mouth and tongue followed at the same beat. She moaned loudly, and placed her hand on my head, runnin’ her fingers through my hair, pullin’ my head closer and closer into her pussy. Her breathing became deep and progressive with every moan that she let out. Her moans became more vocal as I pumped my fingers progressively deeper and quicker.

I knew she was close, so I curled my fingers upward inside her, lettin’ my pinky finger lightly graze her asshole. She jerked her body, arching her entire body at the new sensation.

“You like that?” I asked, wantin’ to be sure before going further. Her pussy juices had already slickened the area as I explored the possibility, hopin’ she’d say yes.

“Yes, Axel!” she cried, panting. “I’m so close.”

I moved my curled fingers back and forth, hitting her G-spot directly with every other motion for a few more minutes before stretchin’ my pinky toward the puckered hole once more. She fought to breathe normally, as she grew closer and closer to coming. Giving her clit another flick of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, I slipped my pinky inside her tight ass, moving it slowly in time with the other fingers.

That added sensation was all she needed to push herself over the edge. Her right hand gripped her tits, and she squeezed hard while her other hand tightened, knotting in my hair, and firmly pushin’ my face into her pulsing pussy. Her entire body arched up.

“Axel! Holy Fuck!” she screamed, thrusting her body upward.

I slowed my fingers, as she began to lower her body back onto the kitchen counter, now wet from her heated body. I gave her clit one final lick, kissin’ it before I slid my fingers out of her. I made my way up her body, and pulled her into a sitting position once again. Her hair was a mess, and she had a dazed look on her face. She smiled, and pulled my face toward her lips. Her hands slid down my chest toward my belt.

I grabbed her hands around the wrist, stopping her. “Dinner’s ready.”

SIX

PAIGE

The bright morning sun streamed through the sheer curtain in Axel’s bedroom, waking me up far earlier than I was prepared for. We’d stayed up well past four in the morning, and I was exhausted. A very happy exhausted, but tired nonetheless. I rolled over, snuggling deeper into his hard chest, savoring the moment.

The more I got to know Axel, the more I liked. Last night, after the amazing appetizer he gave me, we enjoyed a long, leisurely dinner before talking for hours under the stars on his patio, drinking two full bottles of wine before making our way to the bedroom where we made love for hours.

We’ve had an amazing connection from the moment we met.  He was also by far the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Good God, he knew what he was doing. I was unequivocally in lust with him, all too quickly heading toward love, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough.

His arm tightened around me as he kissed my forehead. “Now, this is a sight I can get used to wakin’ up to.”

I ran my fingertips through his smattering of chest hair. “I couldn’t agree more. Except, maybe not so early?”

He pulled me closer, tilting my chin with his finger as he kissed my deeply. “Mmm. Who needs sleep?”

He trailed kisses down my jaw, rolling on top of me. We were both still naked, and his hard length was primed for action. “You don’t have anywhere you need to be, right? I get you all to myself this mornin’?”

He entered me in one motion, both of us letting out a contented sigh. He rocked his hips as I tilted toward him. “I’m yours,” I sighed, as his nimble fingers found my aching breasts.

“Perfect, because I did not get nearly enough time last night with these beautiful tits. I swear I could spend hours with them.” He tweaked them, causing me to cry out as pleasure shot through me. “I love how responsive you are,” he smiled, before drawing one of the tightened buds into his mouth.

“Ohh!” I cried, matching his rhythm. His hand slid down my belly, reaching my swollen clit, and rubbed, bringing me closer and closer. “Axel! Yes!”

Through my haze of pleasure, I could hear a buzzing. I tried to block it out, but it became louder and louder.

“Fuck! It’s the club ringtone. Shit.” He slowed his pumping, and reached over, answering the phone. “Someone had better be good and dead, because, if not, they’re about to be.”

I couldn’t hear much of the person on the other line, only getting bits and pieces of words. Axel’s mouth drew into a hard line, and I knew something was wrong.  “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty.”

He threw the phone on the ground, and rolled off me, sighing in frustration. I sat up, drawing the sheet up over my chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, Paige. I have to go. There’s some club shit that’s come up.”

“That’s okay, I understand.” I tried to keep the disappointment off my face. It wasn’t like he wanted to leave either. “Do you have time to drop me back off, or should I call a taxi?”

He shook his head. “No, of course I’ll drop you back off. Besides, I’ll need to get Blaze anyway. He’ll need to come, too.”

Twenty minutes later, I was once again on the back of Axel’s bike, my arms firmly around his waist. I only loosened my grip when he pulled up my driveway, parking his bike next to Blaze’s.

He called Blaze’s cell, but there was no answer. “Do you think he’s still asleep?”

“Probably.” He rolled his eyes. “Fuck, we were supposed to be in church five minutes ago.” He started to get off his bike.
              “No, it’s okay. Just go. I’ll wake him when I get inside, and tell him to meet you.”

“You sure? I feel like a dick just droppin’ you off at the curb like this.”

I smiled, giving him a languorous kiss on the lips. “Just hurry back, okay?” His eyes lit up, flames of lust dancing in them. I planted one more kiss on his lips before pushing away. “Go! Before you’re even later!”

I watched his bike roll down the street before turning and heading to the front door. It was unlocked, which I thought was odd, especially after yesterday’s events.

“Gina? Blaze? You awake?” I called, heading inside.

Something cold and hard pressed against my temple. “Ah, there’s the bitch who thought she had the right to take away what was mine. Poisoning her against me.”

Chubs’s voice sent a chill down my spine as a lump formed in my throat. He and two other men stood in the living room, each armed with guns. “No, you’re supposed to be in jail.” My eyes scanned the room until I found Gina bloodied and beaten, lying in the corner in a heap. “Oh my God, Gina!” I started to run to her, not caring about the gun pointed at me.

A thick, meaty hand grabbed my arm, squeezing so hard I spun around. His fist followed, striking me so hard that it knocked me to the ground, and left my vision blurred.  

“Get rid of her. The bitch needs to be taught a lesson. Make sure she’s not able to interfere in my business again,” Chubs ordered one of the other men.

“What about the prospect?”

“Get rid of him too. We need to send a message to Rogue about who’s really in charge around here. El Presidente is tired of the Idols thinking they own this town.”

The man grabbed me by the hair, yanking me up. I cried out at the pain, stumbling to find my footing. He never even bothered to look at me. “My pleasure.”

I barely had a second to scream before his fist came at me again, sending white-hot pain streaking through my skull before my vision began to fade, and the room drifted away.

***

AXEL

I parked my bike next to Pop’s, practically whistling as I walked through the doors at Raven’s Nest. I don’t think I’d been this happy since before my mom died.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Ryder greeted me. “Now, we’re just waiting on Blaze and Cruz.”

“Blaze should be here any minute,” I assured him. “I don’t know about Cruz, though.”

Ryder looked at me funny. “Really? Didn’t you see him at your girl’s house?”

Now, I was the one confused. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“Cruz said he needed to go relieve Blaze, said Blaze called him, and said Trista needed him late last night. I was with him at the warehouse when he got the call.”

A knot began to form in the pit of my stomach. “Blaze’s bike was still at Paige’s this mornin’. I didn’t see any sign of Cruz.”

Ryder’s eyes widened as he pulled out his phone. A few seconds later, he shook his head, cursin’ under his breath. “Fuck. Both are going straight to voicemail.”

I pulled out my own. “Hold on, let me try Paige.” It didn’t even ring once before voicemail picked up.

“We need to get the fuck over there. Now.”

###

Brazen

Fallen Idols MC 6

Ryder and Sawyer Book 2

Savannah Rylan

ONE

Ryder

I pressed my back against the back wall, gun drawn, safety off, as Axel made his way around front. Screams echoed from the house, but I didn’t make my move. Not yet. If we were going to get Paige and the others out alive, we had to time this just right.

And, fuck. Cruz could be in there. His bike wasn’t out front, but, from the information we gathered, it seemed he was on his way to relieve Blaze. If anything happened to him…

I pushed the thoughts from my mind. Worrying and doing best-case scenario shit was for fucking pussies. There was no best-case scenario because there was only one scenario. Axel and I wouldn’t fail to get everyone out alive.

The backdoor creaked open, and I straightened, readying my finger on the trigger. A pale set of female legs stepped out onto the porch. A tattooed hand covered her mouth, and her eyes were crazed with fear, tears spilling down her cheeks. I could see the start of a nasty bruise forming over her already swollen eye, and my jaw clenched. Fucking bastard would pay.

Her eyes locked with mine, and widened. I held my finger to my lips. By the reddish blonde hair, I assumed it was Paige, and was grateful to see her alive, even if she was pretty banged up. I was also
so
fucking glad Axel was on the other side of the house. If he had seen that they laid a finger on her, he’d go ballistic on the prick. No question. 

The asshole pushed her forward, so I snapped the silencer on my gun, and crept out from the shadows, pointing the barrel of my gun at his head. Before he could react I pulled the trigger,  his body lifeless before he even hit the linoleum. Blood splattered across her face and the guy collapsed. Paige sucked in a breath to scream, but I wrapped my hand around her mouth and yanked her into the darkness.

I tapped my finger to my lips again and motioned for her to stay hidden in the bushes. Her hands and legs shook and I squeezed her shoulder. “You’re going to be alright,” I whispered.

“What the conyo was that, e
s
é
?” someone yelled from the inside. “Go check.”

“Stay here,” I whispered, and she nodded emphatically, eyes still wide as she curled into a tiny ball. I stood, keeping my body bent slightly, as I took the back porch steps two at a time, stepping into the doorframe of the house.

A short guy with a bandana stood in the small kitchen, his back to me, as he listened to the commotion in the other room. This time I clearly saw the skull on his cut. Fuckin’ Almas. If we weren’t already on the brink of war, my next move would send us into a full on battle with each other.

Bandana guy’s set a foot into the kitchen, hitting the dead guy, and his teeth grinded as he reached into the waistband of his pants. By the time he got it out, it was too late. I put a fucking bullet right between his eyes.

I heard Paige’s muffled screams as she clamped her hand over her mouth. Fuck! She’d followed me anyway. A gunshot, and then the sound of shattering glass, echoed through the house. I held Larry’s car keys out to Paige.

“There’s a black Chevy Malibu parked down the street. Get in it, lock the doors, and hide under the seat. You got me?”

Her eyes darted to the keys, but she didn’t make a move to take them. “But… my friend. She’s inside.”

“Axel will get her.”

“Axel’s here?” Her eyes went wide, peering further into the house. 

“Yes, now go.”

She nodded, and hesitantly took the keys, but before she took off, she turned to me. “Promise me, he’ll be okay.” Her voice was desperate, and her eyes bore into mine as if they were searching for any ounce of hope that the people she cared most about in this world would walk out that door alive.

I didn’t make promises I couldn’t keep, but I was sure about this one. “I promise.”

With fear in her stance, she ran away from the house, and I slipped in the back door. I followed the source of the noise as my eyes scanned every inch. If I didn’t want to catch a bullet between my own eyes, I needed to constantly be aware of my surroundings. Down the hall, I saw a body. Fuck, Blaze.

Double checking that no one else was around, I knelt beside him. Oh,
thank God
he was breathing. That was not something I’d want to have to tell Trista. He was knocked out cold, though. 

“Psst.”

My gun hand swung around, and Cruz held his hands up. “It’s just me,” he said, and pointed to a living room.

“How many?” I asked.

“Just one.”

I nodded. “Okay. We go on three.” I held my fingers up, and we counted down.

On three we barged in, but neither Axel nor any Las Almas were anywhere in sight.

A girl, bloodied and beaten to a fucking pulp, was slumped over in a corner. “Where the fuck is Axel?” I screamed.

She blinked up, unable to focus, as blood streaked down her dark eyes.   

“Where is he?” I demanded.

More tears streamed down her face as she curled herself into a tight ball.  Guilt stabbed at my heartstrings for screaming at this chick, but I didn’t know who the hell she was. Axel was my brother, and I made a promise. I went to bend down to her level, but her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she was out fucking cold. I just hoped she wasn’t dead.

“Cruz!”

“I’m here.”

“Stay with her. And see if she’s breathing.”

I ran out of the house, and scanned the yard, looking for my brother. Around the house, I found him, swiping at his lip. “Son of a bitch got away. Ran like the motherfuckin’ coward he is.”

“Fuck ‘em. Two of his guys are dead on the front porch. Paige is safe. She’s in the car. Go to her. I got this under control.”

He didn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence before taking off. He was in deep for this girl.

I turned back, and went to check on Cruz and the girl. I’d probably have to call Bones. She was going to need some medical attention for sure.

Cruz stood as I entered. “She’s pretty bad off. Gonna call Bones?” I nodded, and he continued, ”What about the bodies?”

“Least of my worries. Someone needs to call Trista, and tell her Blaze is unconscious.”