Axel: (A Gritty Bad Boy MC Romance) (The Lost Breed MC Book 2)

by Ali Parker

"What? No." I reached for him, but he gripped my arms and forced me to sit up. "Johnny. I'm not that type of girl."

  He crawled on the bed around me, dropping down to his back. His thick cock bounced against his stomach as he reached out and half-dragged me up his body.

  "Yeah. You are." He gripped my thighs and pulled, forcing me to spread my legs around his handsome face. My heart almost stopped in my chest as he lifted his head and licked from my entrance to my clit.

  "No." I moved back and he growled and reached for me.

  "Yes."

  "Let me turn around," I yelled at him and swatted his hands away.

  "Get up here." He grabbed me roughly as I turned and pressed my breasts to his lower stomach. His strong arms wrapped around the top of my ass as he buried his face back against my pussy.

  I cried out and reached for his dick, needing something to fill my mouth with. There was no way I was going to moan and whimper through the entire experience. Seth had never once put his mouth on me. It was almost too much pleasure to imagine.

  "I want in your ass," Johnny mumbled against my clit before flicking his tongue over it.

  "No," I said as I pulled back and slid my hand down his shaft, pumping the thick flesh and once again worrying if a man as big as him would fit inside of me.

  "It wasn't a request, Kitten." He pressed his mouth to my wet skin once against and gripped my ass, pulling it open and running his fingers past my sensitive opening. His middle finger would press in a little more each time he brushed by, forcing me to take him inside every opening I had.

  His tongue pressed deep into the entrance of my body, and his beard scraped against my clit roughly.

  He lifted his hips and groaned loudly as hot come squirted from the tip of his cock. I moved up and took him into my mouth, fucking him as best I could while he lost his load.

  The deep burn in my stomach ignited as his fingers sunk into my ass together, and I cried out around his cock and pressed back, taking as much as I could handle as my body wept with release. It was the first time I'd ever had one with a man's mouth on me, and not just any man was forcing it on me. I'd had three with him working my body, and I wanted more.

  I wanted him.

  "Uncle J?" Jason's voice at the door shocked me.

  "Close the fucking door." Johnny sat up, causing me to tumble on the bed beside him. I grabbed the cover and pulled them over my head. "Shit kid. Get out."

  "Alright. I just wanted to talk. Sorry." He closed the door behind him.

  "Come here." Johnny reached for me, but the moment was broken.

  "No. I need to go." I scrambled off the bed in search of my clothes.

  "Dani. I'm not done with you yet."

  "Yeah. You are." I found my stuff and dressed quickly before moving to the door. I opened it and glanced out to find Jason's door closed and light under it. "Fuck. I'm sure he saw my car. What was I thinking?"

  "You weren't. Get over here. I'm serious, woman."

  "I am too." I glanced over my shoulders as my voice broke. "Thank you for tonight. It was healing in a way. I needed it. I needed you."

  He nodded and pursed his lips. The fight was lost and as much as I wanted to feel him pressed to the hilt inside of me, it wasn't right. He was a bad guy, and I hoped that somehow, I was still a good one.

  And therefore, it wasn't happening.

  It couldn't. No matter how fucking bad I wanted it to.

  Chapter 11

  Ryder

  I woke the next morning with the taste of Danielle still on my tongue. I rolled over and ran my hand down my stomach to stroke my cock. I'd stayed naked after she left and laid in the bed for what felt like forever. For the first time in a long time, I'd thought about someone other than myself or my problems.

  She needed to run hard and fast from me. I'd get addicted to her soft body, her innocent moans, her goodness. It pulsed all over her like a light in a dark night.

  My body tensed as I pulled on the head of my cock roughly. I should have gotten out of the bed and muscled her underneath me the night before. She needed a fuck as bad as I did, and not just any fuck - the kind of fuck I could give her.

  She'd been hurt by someone. That much was obvious. But who?

  And did any of her past have to do with Tanner King? Obviously so. Why was he after her? What the fuck did the prick want?

  Anger burned through my stomach as I rolled over and pressed my face to the bed. I cupped my hands around my shaft and rolled my hips, diving deep into the scent and sounds of the night before. I worked myself over the edge twice before finally getting up for a shower.

  Dani was in trouble, which meant I needed to stick close to her. The guys wouldn't approve and it was probably more dangerous for me to be anywhere around her as much as Tanner loved to throw daggers my way, but it was what it was.

  I wasn't going anywhere.

  After drying off, I gathered my sheets and tossed them in the washing machine. A long day at the shop would do me some good. I'd dive into working on a beat up old car and forget about everything for a little while. The guys would help me with Tanner. They always had. It's what we did for each other.

  "Uncle J?"

  I glanced over my shoulder to see Jason looking like beat up shit. "Did you hit that cop in the face last night?"

  He glanced down at his hands. "I didn't mean to. Something inside of me broke open. I was scared, like someone was going to kill me or something. I just reacted."

  I turned and grabbed the front of his shirt like I always did. "You hit a cop in the face, and not just any cop, a fucking woman. Who raised you boy? You don't hit women. I don't give a flying fuck who was after you or what you were up against. Unless she has a gun to your head or a knife in your chest, you don't strike her."

  "I'm sorry." He glanced up, his deep blue eyes a mirror to mine. The sorrow in them stilled me from my rant.

  "What were you doing with Cade King, Jason? You know those mother fuckers are evil pieces of shit. Is that what you want to be? You want to grow up to sell little girls into their worst nightmares? You have no clue of the shit those people do to women. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I tightened my grip on his shirt as anger birthed deep inside of me again.

  "What? No. I was interested in pledging to their MC. Nothing else." He held his hands up.

  Some part of me understood why he would pledge to their gang. It was the only one that would take him. Mine sure as fuck wouldn't. He was too young and inexperienced.

  "You don't pledge to the Black Hearts and hang around getting high and drinking beers, son. You step into a role of kidnapping women, breaking them and putting them out on the streets to make a dollar for your President." I patted the side of his face and turned away from him to work on my laundry again. "You're going to end up dead."

  "Like my dad, right?" His voice broke a little.

  I glanced over my shoulder. "Don't push me away, Jason. I'm all that you got."

  "Weren't you and Tanner like brothers at one time, Uncle J? Weren't you his right-hand man?"

  "That was before he turned into a monster. At one time, Tanner King was just a pothead with a bike. Fuck, we all were." I closed the lid and walked past Jason back toward the living room.

  "Ryder." The tone of his voice stopped me. He sounded so much like Roberto that I had to turn around. He'd never called me anything but Uncle before.

  "Do you love me?" He glanced back down at his hands as his shoulders rolled in and he started to cry.

  "Fuck," I whispered under my breath and marched back down the hall, pulling him into my arms. I cradled him against my chest and pressed my chin to the top of his head while he cried.

  "Yeah. I love you. I'm scared as fuck for you too. You're doing everything Robby did. You're following his path and I don't know how to stop you, Jason. I've tried helping, yelling, beating the shit out of you, ignoring you." I moved back and cupped his face. His pained expression drove nails into my heart. "I'm not a father. I don't know how to be one,
but I'm trying here. I need you to stay away from Tanner King, boy. He's going to be the end of you."

  He nodded and moved back in to hug me again. "I'll try. I promise. I'll try."

  "That's better than nothing." I hugged him until he calmed down, then turned and grabbed my keys. I had to get the fuck outta there before I broke down too.

  Nothing was going the way I had planned, but then again, life never asked my opinion.

  ***

  "There you are. Almost late." Axel glanced up and smiled. "Hand me that wrench over there. The one wrapped up in my rag."

  I walked over to the table and grabbed the tool for him. "Almost isn't late." I handed it down to him and slipped my hands into my pockets. "I slept with the cop last night."

  "What?" Axel pushed up from the position he was in on the floor. "Have you lost your goddamn mind?"

  "Maybe." I reached up and brushed my fingers by my lips. "There's something about her, Axel."

  "Yeah, she's a good girl. Men like us always hope to find a good girl to settle down with." He popped me with the rag. "Don't be stupid, Jon. You know as well as I do that you would never work with a good woman. You're a whore and you'll never give up Candace King fully."

  "Sure I will." I turned and walked toward an old Chevy truck we'd been working on for a week or more. "I wouldn't have fucked her the last time I saw her if I had already met Danielle."

  "Sounds like love." Ellie popped up from the other side of the truck, half-scaring me to death.

  "Shit, El." I smiled and reached out to tug on one of her pigtails. She was too cute for her own good.

  "Love?" Axel walked up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "No way. He just met this broad two days ago."

  "Three." I pulled away from him and started tinkering with the truck. "She's wrapped up with Tanner, man. So is Jason."

  "What?" Axel moved around the front of the truck and put himself in my line of sight.

  Ellie moved in beside him. "Not Tanner King again, right?"

  "The one and only." I shrugged and stood at the sound of a familiar voice.

  "Where's my ride, guys? Anyone home?"

  "Nathaniel Hayes." I smiled and walked over, extending my hand. "It's been a while. You still frisking girls and busting potheads outside Kadia?"

  He chuckled, his bright blue eyes filled with excitement. "Oh yeah. Your boy Caleb is working up there now too, but I'm sure you know that."

  "Flex?" Axel moved up and offered his hand to Nate. "Hey, brother. Long time no see."

  "I thought Flex said he had a new job as a bouncer." I smirked. "I had no clue it was at Kadia. Small fucking world."

  "Or just a really slutty club with great drugs." Nate turned and pointed to the dark blue Mustang we had sitting in the corner. "She done?"

  "Oh yeah. Just finished up the paint job last week." I turned and walked toward the car. "How did I miss seeing your name on the paperwork?"

  "It's for my girlfriend. I had another guy drop it off because we've been so damn busy."

  "What's the word on the street?" I reached down and brushed my hand over the hood of the car. It looked good. Damn good.

  "Erik's put a hit out on Fredrick Carrington's daughter. You didn't hear that shit from me." He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair before glancing down at the car. "How about you guys? Anything new?"

  "No. Tanner King is fucking with my personal space again, but what else is new. I'm going to have to put that fucker in the ground just to get some peace around here."

  "Yep." He pulled out his wallet. "You should have done that shit forever ago."

  "It's way overdue. I know." I glanced over my shoulder as Axel walked back toward us.

  "Hey, Nate. You ever talk to old Mason Thomas?" Axel handed Nate the keys and an invoice.

  A smile haunted Nate's lips. "He's married now. He's out of the game, man. No more racing for him."

  "No, I knew he'd been married for a while, but I'd really like to get in touch with his guys. We'd love to work on some illegal soup-ups here at the shop. Any of his guys still street racing?" Axel glanced over at me.

  I chuckled. "I thought you were just giving me grief about being a better person."

  He rolled his eyes. "Not a chance. I like you guys how you are."

  Nate took the keys. "I'll get one of them to stop by over here. I know he has a few friends from his original crew still racing. I don't think he's doing it though."

  "That'll work." Axel stuck out his hand and Nate shook it. "Don't be a stranger man."

  "Not at all." He turned back to me. "What's up with Hyde? Erik needs an outside job done in the next few weeks. You think he might-"

  I held up my hand. "I don't get involved in that crazy shit Hyde does, and I don't want to know any-fucking-thing that Erik Bertinelli is involved in. I'm trying not to die anytime soon."

  He nodded. "Fair enough."

  "I'm interested in hearing how you're doing with your boss wanting to take out Fredrick. You're still working for him too, right? So... where's your loyalty at?" Fredrick Carrington owned the nightclub, Kadia, where Nate and Flex worked, but Nate was part of Erik's mafia syndicate.

  "Tough times, man." He ran his fingers back through his hair again. "I'll always protect Erik." He glanced back toward where Axel was and back at me. "Just like you and Jeremiah will always stand beside each other."

  "Unless the mafia comes, then it's all Axel at that point." I stuck my hand out. "Take care man."

  "You too. I'll see you around. Let us know if you need help. I still owe you one." He pulled me into a quick hug and left as quickly as he showed up.

  "Nate gone?"

  I turned to face Axel. "Yeah. You alright?"

  "Oh yeah. I don't claim any part of my family out in Cali, Jon. You know that. Those bastards are as sick as Tanner is."

  "Yeah, but Tanner is fucking with us, and your kin has fucked with the Castalettas in Chicago and now the Bertinellis here in New York. Stupid if you ask me."

  "I agree. Let's just keep my last name hidden, and everything should be fine. I don't want any part of what my cousin Adam is doing with his syndicate. I'd rather forget they all existed altogether."

  "I know the feeling all too well." I got back to the truck I was working on and tried to ignore the feeling of trepidation filling my insides. We lived in a fucking powder keg.

  Something was going to blow soon.

  I just hoped it wasn't me or anyone I cared about.

  Chapter 12

  Dani

  I drove to see my best friend, Natalie the next morning seeing that I had the day off. Staying around the house and thinking about Johnny would have driven me crazy. Every touch, every naughty word, everything he did to me the night before played through my mind over and over again.

  There was no way I would keep my job at the police station if they knew about my indiscretions. Johnny's file was as long as Jason's, and I wanted to go through it but hadn't found the time.

  Or maybe I was trying to save myself from the truth.

  My phone buzzed as I pulled through the drive thru at my favorite coffee shop. I picked up the phone and smiled.

  "Right on time. I was headed your way. You want a coffee?"

  "Hey, you." Natalie sounded chipper like she always did. A single mom who was barely making ends meet working in her family's flower shop, but somehow, she was always in a good mood.

  Glass half full kinda person.

  "Can I take your order?" The guy from the coffee shop asked.

  "Hey, Nat. I'm getting coffee. You want something?"

  "Yeah. I'll take a tall coffee for Doug and a latte with something fun in it for me."

  "Doug's there?" I crinkled my nose. Nat's older brother Doug always gave me the creeps, but he was part of the package deal when it came to having Natalie as my best friend.

  "Be nice," she warned.

  "Alright. Be there shortly." I got off the phone, ordered and paid at the window. The clouds above my head r
efused to let the sun shine through, which left me a little more uneasy than I usually was.

  Something about the night before at the warehouse had my stomach in knots. Not stepping up to do my job was most likely the top reason I felt like I might puke, but there was more to it. The guy in the warehouse was Cade King, Tanner's little brother. Why did Johnny stay behind to talk to him?

  Did he know him personally or was he just warning him about staying away from Jason?

  I was fucking myself over for not figuring out what Johnny's story was. He had a connection to Tanner. I felt it in my bones, but I rejected the thought the minute it sprung up.

  Some part of me needed him to be free of Tanner King. That would leave the door wide open for something to become of us, for me to at least dream a little about us getting together.

  If he were wrapped up with Tanner, that idea was gone before it was fully birthed. Anyone mixed up with the King family had no soul, no morals, no heart at all.

  My thoughts kept me busy as I drove over to Nat's flower shop. Traffic wasn't too bad, but it was midday on a Friday. Most people were working. Mostly everyone but Doug, or Dougie as Nat called him.

  I got out of the car and walked around to get the tray of coffee when Doug walked out of the shop. The dark mop of hair on his head was pulled back into a man-bun. Just the sight of him made my stomach ache a little.

  "Dani. Don't you look sexy in your tight little yoga pants." He gave me a crooked smile and reached for the coffee. "Let me help."

  "Thanks." I handed the drinks to him and ignored the rest as I made a beeline for the door. I wouldn't be staying too long if he was there. I had enough in my life to jack up my nerves. I didn't need to add time with him to the list.

  "Hi. Long time no see." Natalie walked around from the back counter and pulled me into a quick hug. "How are you? Still pissed about them putting you on probation duty?"

  I snorted. "I hate it. I keep thinking maybe I'll leave and go work for a private organization."

  "Still trying to save the world, hm?" Doug walked around me and set the coffees down on the counter. "You know you're just one person, right?"