Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (25 page)

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xl kissed me
, and I kissed him. He cupped my cheek in the palm of his calloused hand, his weathered, dry skin scratching my freshly moisturized face. The same hand that had plunged a knife into the neck of one Reaper and into the gut of another, now held my face tenderly. The contrast floated at the top of my mind while his lips mashed against mine. His breath was hot with adrenaline, a masculine, animal scent that penetrated me completely.

I loved it.

I darted my tongue out and it clashed with his, our flesh dancing and circling in lust.

"Babe," he said, pulling away for a breath, "I want you."

An excited streak of sexual possibility ran up my spine. Goosebumps tingled over my skin. His face was so handsome even in the dim motel light. His high cheekbones framed his strong, flat chin, covered in a beard as black as his full head of rich, dark hair.

This was just one more step toward madness, a further descent into the life of chaos that I seemed to be plunging toward at an alarming rate. But I was already in this deep, and every bundle of nerves in my body fired in response to his touch. God, I needed him.

Still facing him and laying on my side, I reached out to reciprocate his touch. His prickly face scratched my hands, just as his hands had. Every part of him was sharp and dangerous, a testament to the lifestyle he lived.

As I felt his face, the cheap motel towel fell away from my body, revealing my soft, perky breasts to him for the first time.

"Darlin'," he said, running his hand down my side, pulling the towel further down, "You are fuckin' perfect."

He pushed me onto my back and straddled me. My nipples were hard like pink pencil erasers. They pointed upward at him, seeking his touch, his pinch, his lips.

He dipped his head down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking it. My body instantly responded. I felt myself getting slick, my pussy aching, revealing my fundamental biological yearning for his body.

Axl's t-shirt hugged his torso tightly, his muscular chest and shoulders straining against the cotton, pushing the fabric to its limits. Laying on my back, I reached up, my hands exploring the ridges between his abs, taking in the flat hardness of his stomach, the sheer size and thickness of his forearms. Every touch heightened my arousal, increasing my need and hunger for him.

My towel was now completely off, cast aside on the bed, my full nakedness on display to him as he sat atop me, eclipsing me with his strong frame and pressing me into the sheets. He crouched back, the jeans on his ass pressing against my knees. He pressed his palm hard into my hip, his thumbs following the folds of my skin down to my dripping pussy. He pressed a thumb onto my swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

"God, babe, I'm gonna fucking stretch you out. This pussy is mine."

He scooted back again, dipping his head down against my lower belly. His tongue tickled my skin as he tasted my freshly-washed skin. His lips and mouth moved further down, below my naked waist, and settled against my pussy lips. I shuddered in pleasure as his tongue flicked and circled my clit. Axl ate my pussy ferociously, his lips chaotically spreading my slickness over my thighs and ass.

"God," he said, pausing, "you taste fucking delicious." Then he commanded, in a tone so authoritative that I couldn't resist, "On all fours. Now."

I obeyed, flipping over. I pressed my ass into the air toward him, my back arching, my muscles instinctively moving to welcome him inside me.

I looked over my shoulder. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the gorgeous body underneath, sculpted by years on the streets. He unbuckled his jeans, throwing the belt on the ground. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. He was fully erect, his hardness throbbing. It must've been eight inches. And it was thick.

He pressed its tip against my pussy lips, and slid it in hard. An instant feeling of fullness overtook me, my muscles clenching against him. I cried out as he penetrated me, and the shock of his size left me feeling torn open. But the feeling of pain quickly gave way to pleasure as he thrust out... and in, and out.

"How'd this fucking pussy get so tight," he said, his voice husky. His hands squeezed my ass hard. I was utterly exposed, completely open to him, and my need for him only increased with every stroke.

"Oh, fuck me harder," I said, my voice a whisper amid the intense pleasure inside me.

I felt a powerful hand on my back, then a forearm. He pressed down onto my back, forcing it hard into the mattress, arching my back even further, positioning me to take his hard cock even deeper inside. The mattress muffled my cries of pleasure, and I wiggled my ass against him, grinding into his hips, wanting to feel every brush of his balls against my clit.

He held me down tight, and I couldn't have broken free even if I'd wanted to. My most private parts were utterly exposed to him. In spite of my best judgment, I was like a bitch in heat for him.

I twisted my head, doing my best to come up for air and speak. I inhaled and it felt like my body shunted the fresh breath of oxygen straight into my pussy. I felt like I was on fire.

"Fill me up," I moaned.

"Yeah," he said, breathing heavily, his voice gravelly. "I'm gonna shoot this hot cum so deep inside you."

"Oh, do it," I said with a moan. "Do it, baby."

I squeezed as hard as I could, tightening my muscles around his cock, my pussy lips stretching to their maximum to accommodate his girth. That must've sent him over the edge, because I felt a pulsing inside me, and a hot flooding feeling inside me. It brought my own orgasm to the surface like nothing else could.

"Oh, god," I said, "I'm gonna cum." My pussy began to contract, and I saw stars as I squeezed my eyes shut hard, my pussy exploding and milking every drop of biker cum out of his balls.

His thrusting slowed, and I collapsed onto my belly, spent, his cock sliding out of me. He dropped to the bed next to me, and put an arm around me, holding me tight. We began to drift off to sleep together there, his hot seed dripping out of me and fulfilling me so totally.

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y head buzzed
with dopamine and my cock was still hard despite the massive load I'd just shot into her. Jesus fuck. I'd never come like that in my life.

I watched her breasts rise and fall, her head nestled into the crook of my arm. I hadn't decided whether to let her sleep or to wake her up for round two. My balls were already replenishing their store, and right now there was nothing that could satisfy me—except a whole night of orgasms deep inside that tight pussy of hers.

Christ. Was I going crazy? Was I
really
disobeying direct fucking orders just to get my dick wet in this girl? Or was there truly something else, some deeper connection?

My thoughts drifted into dreams, becoming wilder and more surreal, until I slipped completely into the dream world.

Holly and I slept, our bodies exhausted in more ways than one, finally recuperating from the chaos of the last several days.

Around eight in the morning, our sleep was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. My eyes blasted open. Waking up fast was a talent that I'd been forced to cultivate.

God fucking dammit. Couldn't get any fucking peace and quiet. Ever.

Holly's eyes fluttered open as I reached over her to grab my phone from the nightstand.

"Yeah?"

It was Dash.

"VP. Been calling you for an hour."

"Spotty service here."

"I know," said Dash. "Calling you 'cause the Reapers are onto you, man. Lynch just clashed with one of their crews down in Rosita. Put the squeeze on one of their guys and said you're being tracked. They got to the van before Clean could take care of it."

"Fuck," I said. I hadn't expected them to react so quickly. "We'll move." Then I added, "And Ryker?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "What do you think, VP? There's gonna be hell to pay."

"Had to do this, man," I said. "Can't let an innocent die." I looked over at Holly and saw her listening alertly. "Ain't the Sons way."

But the truth was, under the surface I was questioning my motives just as much as Dash was. Was I fucking lying to myself about the reason I was here? Was I really doing this out of loyalty to the Sons charter, or was I seeing things sideways because I was falling—

No. No, this was about holding the club to a higher standard than those fucking Reapers. I'd have done the same for any innocent. Maybe without the fucking, though. Yeah, that's what I told myself.

"Look man, I owe you when this all blows over. I'm heading up to Four Corners, further out of Reaper territory. Keep shit together in town. Be careful. Shit's moving fast right now."

"Yeah, boss," said Dash. There was a hell of a lot of doubt in his voice, and I knew why. If I couldn't make the guys come around to my side of this when I got back, I was facing a vote of no confidence as VP. And meanwhile the club was going into a rapidly heating war without me.

I hit the End key on the phone hard and slammed it onto the nightstand.

Holly's eyes were wide. "What was that all about?"

"Reapers found the van on your street. They want my head now. And yours."

"Damn," she said, but her voice didn't waver. I was fucking impressed with how well she was maintaining her composure. Maybe she was starting to get used to this shit. She was pretty fucking tough, not just for a college girl, but for anyone. Hell, I'd known some prospects in my time that didn't have the balls she did.

"Yeah," I said. "Get your stuff. We're going."

We forced ourselves out of bed and Holly hurriedly repacked her backpack. Christ, at least she'd had a change of clothes. I was still wearing the same shit I'd worn when I shanked those fucking Reapers, and I felt absolutely filthy.

My wish to get clean came true in an unexpected way. As we thundered down state highways, rushing toward the northern border, the skies darkened with an early morning monsoon. There was thunder, lightning, and then finally rain. I normally fucking hated rain on a ride, especially how it stung my skin at highway speeds. But as sheets of water crashed down over us, I welcomed every drop. It washed away my blood, sweat, cum, and sin.

We got to Four Corners around noon, where Arizona met New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah. We'd ridden out of the storm, and we were nearly dry by the time we arrived. Last night followed by the natural shower this morning had left me feeling more refreshed than I'd been in a while. My head was clear, my wits and senses were about me, and for once my body wasn't working overtime to clear a hangover out of my system.

I parked the bike in the visitor parking center of the Four Corners plaza, a big wide open area with a few buildings around the perimeter, and the four-way border right in the middle. Tourists milled about, and the day was shaping up to be sunny but cool. I'd become so used to living life in the dark, hard clubhouse, and in bars and warehouses that it was a fucking shock to be outside like this. And to be up and about by noon in the first place. Shit, maybe this Reaper situation wasn't so fucking bad after all, I thought to myself. These fuckers were upping my productivity like nobody's business. I chuckled out loud.

"I'm fucking starving," I said. "Let's grab some food."

We found a food truck serving Navajo food, and I ordered some fry bread and beans for the both of us.

Holly and I sat down at a bench. She pressed her leg against mine, and my cock stiffened in my pants as I replayed the events of last night in my head. I was gonna fuck her silly the next time we got a little peace and quiet.

But right now we sat together like some fucking couple or something, having a picnic at the park in the middle of the day. What a fucking ridiculous way for Axl Archer to spend a morning.

I needed to get my shit together.

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and I sat on the bench in silence, munching on Navajo fry bread and beans, soaking up the sun's rays. The bread was so greasy, but it was exactly what I needed. I'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days and my body was starving for calories.

I thought about last night, how badly I'd wanted Axl and how utterly fulfilling it was when he'd finally taken me while I kneeled in total submission. I'd never wanted it from anyone the way I wanted it from him. I loved the way he took control, loved the way it felt to be his fuck toy. I hated to admit it to myself, but I thought I was actually starting to feel something for him. Something real. I mean, he'd been there for me in my time of need. Who else had put their life on the line for me?

I wondered if he felt the same way about me, or if I was just another cum hole for him. Maybe he just felt fucking sorry for me and thought he'd help me avoid becoming a stain on McClellan Street like those two guys. I mean, even dogs don't deserve to die like that. And if he met someone more beautiful, with bigger tits, with a better ass, who knows what would happen to this.

Whatever "this" was.

I was still hungry after we'd demolished the pile of beans. "I'm gonna go get seconds," I said.

"Damn," said Axl, and let out a loud belch. "How are you still hungry?"

I wrinkled my nose. "You're a pig."

I returned to the food truck and ordered more of what we'd gotten before. When I turned around to walk back, Axl was watching a kid struggle to fly a kite. I watched from a distance, him facing away from me. But just as I started to walk back to the bench, Axl stood up and walked over to the kid.

He crouched down, taking himself down to kid height. He helped the boy wind the string the right way and ran alongside him, showing him how to get the kite to catch the wind. With Axl's help, the red kite surged into the air, climbing the breeze, going higher and higher.

That was about the last thing I'd expected to see from Axl Archer.

When the kid had finally gotten the kite in the air, I saw a woman rushing toward the child. She bent down and picked him up, her eyes turning toward Axl suspiciously. I saw them linger—probably unable to look away from his handsome face even while regarding his rough, tattooed appearance with suspicion.

He turned around and caught me watching as I nibbled on a piece of fry bread. He walked toward me.

"Wow," I said, "Since when do big bad bikers fly kites with little kids?"

He grunted, and it seemed like he was concealing something beneath the surface. "Little kids, you know, they just haven't seen shit. Haven't had the world shit on them yet."

I ate slowly, pondering his words. "What about you? I asked, trying to imagine Axl as a kid. "When did life take its shit on you?"

A fleeting grimace flashed over his face. "It's always been that way for me," he said. "I never knew my real parents." He added, "Foster system, you know."

I instantly felt guilty for asking. "Damn. That sucks."

"Yeah, well, guess that's how you end up like me," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like a fucking scumbag who people don't want their kids to be around."

I chewed in thought, saying nothing. We began to walk in silence, heading toward the point where the four states met.

Finally he spoke. "Yeah. You wouldn't understand. Pretty college girl with two parents." He laughed and there was a tone of cruelty in his laugh.

"No,
you
don't understand," I shot back, heat rising in my stomach. Anger and resentment that had been brewing under the surface were starting to come out. "You should walk a fucking block in my shoes right now. My parents are always up my ass about everything. And now four years of work down the drain. I'm gonna get dropped from my classes 'cause of this. Unlike you, I actually have a future. Well, had a future."

"Oh, fuck off," he said angrily. "Real fucking hard to repeat a semester while I save you ass. You're living a real hard life."

I stopped walking and turned angrily to face him, my face beet red. "You know, my parents probably think you killed those guys on the street. Which you did. And they're probably sitting around the police station right now, wondering where the hell they went wrong with me. Wondering when and if they're going to be able to go home again. Honestly, this life of yours, with the motorcycles and the club, it's a total piece of shit. You can't just fucking kill people left and right and solve all your problems with violence. You're a bunch of fucking animals."

Axl's eyes narrowed, his jaw muscles tensing and a look of anger flashed across his face. "You don't choose this life," he said, "It chooses you. It chose me a long time ago. And it chose you when you got involved in our business. Without me, you'd be fucking dead already. Things have changed for you darlin'. You're in this deep and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better."

I was angry. Angry at how he talked to me. Angry that I'd given myself up to him last night. Axl Archer and I were about as different as two people could be. Stupid me for thinking that something good might come out of this whole mess. Stupid me for thinking just a few hours ago that I might be falling for him. He was a real asshole.

Then, a loud bang split my ears, and Axl stumbled. A stream of bright red blood flowed down his arm.