Chapter Six
Dax
I was sitting in my room in the back of the bar thinking over everything I’d found out. My best friend and my own brother had set me up. They both wanted to say the major responsibility for it all lied on Terrance’s father’s shoulders, but the truth was their betrayal was worse…a lot worse. I didn’t give a shit if Terrance’s dad liked me or not. But Terrance and I grew up together. We learned what we knew about life together. He was closer to me than any brother ever could be. We told each other everything, shared everything. He set me up as easily as he breathed and he tried to write it all off by saying he did it because he feared for his life. There was a time that I would have taken a bullet for Terrance and I thought he felt the same about me. I guess I was wrong.
Then there was my brother. Granted, Brock and I had never been close, but he was my family. My mother raised him as her own. He and I slept in the same room in bunk beds for years when we were kids. He taught me how to ride a two wheel bike and he took me on my first Harley ride. He was my fucking brother, whether we had the same mother or not, and it meant nothing more to him than to agree to help these bastards send me to prison.
I took out a notebook and I started writing things down. First, Terrance’s dad decided he wanted to get rid of me so that my dad couldn’t convince me to take over the club someday. From what I knew about him Brock was right. His preference probably would have been to kill me but he was too afraid of my dad. So, he turned to his other son, the one who already had his own spin-off club going. The one who kissed his ass and did whatever they wanted him to do, no matter what dirty deed it involved. The one who I’d only recently discovered is so jealous of the way my parents feel about me that he couldn’t see straight. He had agreed to do it and it didn’t seem to me like it had been out of fear for his safety. It was like he was just waiting for the right opportunity to come along.
Lastly, there was the illustrious vice president of the club himself. He wanted the ultimate power. He probably always had. If anything ever happened to my dad, he would succeed him…as long as he had nothing to do with whatever happened to my dad. But when they both retired, when they were too old to ride and make deals with bad guys, my dad wanted the guy who succeeded him to be me. I’d like to say that I was hardened enough by everything that had happened to this point that I saw how ridiculous it was. The problem was it was the first indication I ever had that my dad gave a shit about me. I didn’t want to be President of the stupid fucking club. I didn’t even want to be a part of it. The idea that my father, who was all about respect, wanted me to takeover had a weird effect on me. It made me…proud. It was further proof to the rational part of my brain that I needed to get the hell away from those people.
I wrote down how they had all conspired to put me away and then I moved onto listing what I could do to get even. The first thing I wrote down was, kill them. I could honestly say when I was in prison, I was angry enough that if I had found out who had set me up, I would have come out of there a homicidal maniac. The difference now was that I had time to think things over a more clearly. I wanted a life, a real one. If I killed the bastards, they would win. I’d be back in prison.
I crossed it out and put, set them up. Put them in a cage for years and let them decide whether it was worth what they did to me. That way, they would be out of my way, living in a cage like animals, and I’d be doing a public service by getting them off the streets.
I was looking at my list when Olivia walked in. I tossed the notebook down under the nightstand next to the bed before she got the door all the way open. I looked up at her and I was consumed with an overwhelming desire to kiss her, so I got up and went over to her. Without saying a word, we put our arms around each other and I pulled her in for a long, deep kiss.
I led her over to the bed and neither of us said anything as we undressed. I helped her lay down. I began kissing her at her ankles and then all the way up to her neck. Her moans drove me crazy and it made me much more desperate for her. When I reached her long, sexy neck, I kissed and nipped my way around it. I moved to her ears.
“Mm, Dax…that feels so good,” she breathed out.
The sound of her sexy bedroom voice made me groan and I crushed my lips down to hers. I felt her hands glide from my waist up my back and then circle my neck. I continued kissing her feverishly and she pulled me into her so we were as close as two bodies could get. I could feel the heat radiating from her body and as she picked up one leg and hooked it around my waist; I felt my cock grow even harder.
Still kissing, we flipped over so that she was straddling my waist. She smiled down at me as she leaned forward and kissed up my chest. She gave me shivers as her hot lips traced a path down to my stomach. Her kisses and her tongue were gentle, but they sent violent jolts of electricity through my body with each touch.
She kissed her way back up, taking a mouthful of my neck in between her lips and teeth. She bit down gently just as she moved her body over my cock and sheathed it inside of her. She sat up as soon as I slipped in and the contortion of her face was pure ecstasy as she began to move on top of me. I put my hands on the cheeks of her perfect ass and anchored my heels to the bed. As she plunged down, I thrust up. She screamed my name out loud, egging me on.
I loved when she was on top, the way her hair fell down into her face and the way I could feel her insides throb with each thrust. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Then I took a nipple between my fingers and twisted and pulled on it. She was moaning loudly and I briefly hoped that no one was out there in the hall. I put my hands around her upper chest and pulled her down towards my face where I was able to get one of her gorgeous breasts in my mouth. I sucked it in and she moved her hands so that they were on the back of my head. She held me against her as I sucked and nibbled on one nipple and then another.
She gasped and began to grind her hips into mine, taking the full length of my cock inside. She let me go wild with her breasts and nipples for a long time before she pulled me off and sat straight up. She was close to the edge and so was I. We got back into a rhythm of thrusting up and down, both of us completely gone and thinking of nothing else….it was that good.
I heard Olivia cry out and felt her tighten up on me. Once the inside of her pussy squeezed my cock tightly and I felt her warm juices flowing, I let go of my own orgasm.
Afterwards, I held onto her tightly and we both slowly rocked, allowing one another to come down from the high we’d just created.
We lay there like that for minutes, which felt like hours before I looked down to see her looking up at me. She smiled and pressed her lips to mine. Then she snuggled back down into my chest and we took a nap together, enjoying the closeness of one another.