Chapter 1
This story goes back to Book 1, when the girls get stoned…
Axl
Coming out of Church, I think over what Blade and I relayed to the other chapters, the information our club gathered on Skid and that asshole, Johnny. Having answers to deliver gives us pride, but also leaves us feeling tense and angry over unresolved issues.
That is until I turn the corner and find the bar full of smoke. Not terribly uncommon, except for the fact that Dana is sitting with the girls with a lit joint between her fingers, and big smiles stretched across all their faces.
Blade reaches the bar before Tank and I even have a chance to get there. Watching Dana hit off the joint is hot as fuck, but also makes me feel pissed she did this at the club with me not here. Any of these assholes could approach her.
I take the joint from her hand and give her a stern look. I don’t know how to handle this shit right now. So, I take a couple of long drags of my own while chatter goes on around me. I breathe the stress out with a long cloud of smoke.
I snap out of it when Dana starts clapping while talking to Kat. “Did you see that? That right there,” she points between Blade and Vegas, “That is how you greet your woman right there.”
I start choking and coughing out my next drag at her words. Did she just confess she wants passion without her realizing what she just did? Her outspoken thoughts throw me off guard but excite me at the same time.
Pushing my chest against her back, I tell her all too happy, “Princess, I have all your needs right here.” I step back to look down at my dick and catch her eyes staring at my dick too when I look back to her flushed face,” but it isn’t happening tonight. The first time I take your lips,” I run my thumb across her bottom lip and bring her eyes back to mine,” I will take your body. Just be warned, Dana, when you do kiss me, your will be mine. I would rather take you sober, but don’t mistake, I’ll take you anyway I can. You. Are. Mine. You getting yourself drunk and high to keep me from you and my bed won’t work. You’re still sleeping with me, and in my bed.”
Gently, I keep her chin still with my fingers while holding her gaze with my lustful one.
Dana’s tantalized eyes are locked with mine in a silent war of control over herself. And not moving an inch out of my hold.
“Fuck, Blade, he just killed it with that one. That even made me feel a little shaken up.” I hear Vegs, but I don’t lose my sight of Dana’s light blue eyes. So rarely will she look at me in the eyes. I run my fingers across her forehead and down around her ear, tucking her golden blonde hair back.
“You dickheads are really putting me in a tight spot here.” Tank pouts like a little bitch, causing Dana’s face to move in his direction. My hand loses the touch and connection I crave with her.
“Easy, lady killer, you don’t have to confess your undying love for me. Keep it casual big guy.” Kat lets that little bitch, Tank, off the hook.
Feeling frustrated, exhausted and in need of sleep, I grip Dana’s shoulder, “Let’s get to bed, Princess, I’m beat.” I nod my head in the direction of the rooms.
Dana’s body hesitates, but her eyes tell me she knows where she’s sleeping. I, for one, am excited to see those long, lean legs wrapped around me. I mean wrapped in my sheets. No, I definitely mean both me and the sheets.
Dana finally gives into the inevitable, she stands at my side and tells the group good night. I fist bump my brothers, and Tank gives me a nod of approval and a wink like the kid he is sometimes. Dumbass.
I lead Dana with my hand touching her lower back. She leans into me just slightly the further down the hall toward my room we get. I open the door for her and she walks past me.
She walks over to the bed where I placed the bag I gathered from her house earlier. Sitting down next to the bed in a chair, I smile as she looks for her pajamas. I’m very happy with myself that I didn’t pack them. Can’t say that I’m sorry about it.
Dana’s head whips in my direction and she eyeballs me with her icey blue eyes. “I know that you went through ALL my clothes, Axl. Where the hell are my pajamas, you asshole!”
I stand and close the distance between us, pulling her taut body against mine. One of my hands lands on her hip, and the other behind her head. I speak softly in her ear, “Princess, you will wear my shirts to bed from now on or nothing at all. I give you choices, Dana.”
Letting her go, I reach into my small dresser and hand her an original concert t-shirt from back in Las Vegas, one of the many, but also one of my favorite memories from when I went to a Guns N’ Roses concert.
She looks at the shirt a little shocked, or confused, but grabs it and takes it, along with her bag, to the bathroom. Stripping out of my clothes down to my boxer briefs, I listen to her move all her shit around on the counters. The sound of all that is giving me a sense of peace. Blade did give me the option to stay at her house with her. I said no knowing that she would be forced to sleep in the same bed as me here. I’m a dick like that.
A few minutes later she steps out from the bathroom wearing only my t-shirt. The light cascades around her, making her long blonde hair and toned legs shine. Fuck, I want, no, need to see the rest of her gorgeous body, but I hold myself back. Barely.
“Where did you get this t-shirt from?” She asks as her fingers nervously toy with the hem. I watch her thigh muscles move as she steps closer to the bed. Her questioning gaze finds mine as she slides her body next to mine under the covers.
Rolling over onto my right side, I prop my head up on my hand. “I got that shirt at a concert we all went to a while back, in Vegas. It was a hell of a crazy night that night. I remember only a few things. We smoked a hell of a lot of bud. We drank our weight in beer.” I run my hand over hers under the covers.
“I’ve been to a few of their concerts also. We could go together, if they put on a show in Las Vegas.” She lets a long sigh out. She rolls to her left side, facing me, and smiles when she asks, “Tell me about your first concert.” Running my fingers from her calf to her knee, I pull her body closer to mine, resting her leg on my hip.
Laughing a little, I say back, “Well, let’s see, I was sixteen and Dad took me, Blade and Tank for my birthday. That was the first time we blazed with our dads. Half of the club was there that night. He bought me a shirt that night, I can’t wear it anymore, fucking thing is so small. I wanted to be Axl Rose, the lead singer, so bad, I wore a red bandana on my head, too. I was a skinny ass little punk kid. My dad started calling me Axl, the brothers caught on, and that’s how I got my road name.
Dana’s eyes sparkle back at me in amusement. “You love your dad very much, don’t you?” She tries to stifle a yawn back as she brings her hand up to cover her mouth.
“Yes, my dad is pretty badass. We can talk more tomorrow; my princess needs her beauty sleep.” I kiss the corner of her mouth and rest my left hand on her waist.
Dana snuggles into me and relaxes her hands on my chest. Within minutes she is lightly snoring. My body shakes a little when I try to quiet my laughter at my little snoring, stoned, drunk princess.
Final Note
To my readers,
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