Ruined #4 (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #4)

by Taylor, Alycia

CHAPTER EIGHT

  DAX

  I got up early and left before Olivia was up. She looked so sexy and peaceful sleeping in the big old bed. Her dark hair was fanned out around her all over the pillow. I was tempted to wake her up at first and make love to her again, but I made myself refrain. I tiptoed around and got dressed. I had actual important things to do.

  I met my mom at her bank first. She helped me get a business account set up. Then, we went by and talked to the guy who owned the building downtown that we were thinking about renting. He opened it up and let us take a look around. It had been a tattoo shop in the past, so it was kind of already set up with a curtained back room and plenty of space to store things and to put a sterilizer machine. I liked it and so did my mom, so I wrote my first business check and put a deposit down on it. I had to have a business address before I could finish my licensure application.

  We went back to my mom’s house and went online and printed off the application for licensure and all of the requirements. Although I’d already read them, I wanted to go through them again. One of the requirements was a Health and Safety class that I would have to take. I registered for one online but I’d have to go take the class in person. The soonest class I could get into was on Tuesday the following week. It was still early in the day though so I gave Greg, the guy who does my tattoos, a call and asked him if I could sit in for the day with him. He said I could watch until I was comfortable and he was even okay with me doing one. I thought spending the day in the shop might help me with my class and to pass my certification test. It might be surprising to some, but even though he was a convicted felon, Greg was a stickler for the law when it came to his business and his licensure. It would be good to spend the day watching him. I thanked my mom…profusely.

  Before I headed over to Greg’s place, I called Olivia. “Hey baby! What are you doing?”

  “Hey! I’m cleaning. Well, I actually just finished up. What are you doing?”

  “I got all my ducks in a row today to get my business up and running. I’m pretty damn excited.”

  “Congrats. You should be excited. I’m so proud of you!”

  “Thanks,” I told her. “How about we get dressed up like normal people tonight and we go out and celebrate?”

  “Out? Like on a date?”

  “Why do you sound so surprised? I used to take you out all the time.”

  “It’s just been a long time since I’ve been out on a real date,” she said.

  “Dax is back!” I told her, full of myself at that moment. It finally felt like I’d taken a couple of steps forward. One foot in front of the other.

  I went on over to see Greg and he was okay with me watching him and signing me off on watching me do one. He didn’t get very many customers that weren’t ex-cons, but that was okay with me because that was who I was used to tatting in the first place.

  I watched him do three of them all together. The first guy wanted a Raiders symbol on his back. It was a big ass tattoo. Greg did the outline while I watched and then sent the guy on to return back the following week to start coloring it in. Next, he did the same guy’s wife. She had all three of her kids’ names tattooed on her right shoulder with little footprints and hearts in different colors. It turned out really good. I was impressed with Greg’s artistic abilities.

  The next guy looked young. He tried to tell Greg that he was eighteen, but he didn’t have a driver’s license or I.D. Greg wouldn’t touch him without seeing proof of his age. The kid got flustered and finally admitted that he had just turned sixteen. His dad was getting ready to get out of prison in a few weeks and the kid thought if he had a tattoo when the old man got out, he would be impressed. Greg explained the law to him and the fact that it was his licensure and his livelihood on the line if he didn’t follow the laws. If his dad wasn’t impressed, Greg could be in a lot of trouble. The kid left dejected, but Greg’s licensure was intact.

  We had some lunch. The pink-haired girlfriend cooked and the purple-haired sister served. Those three had a strange relationship. One that I was sure I didn’t really want to know any more about.

  After lunch we got back to it. A guy about my age who had just got out of Corcoran State Prison came by looking to get one of his prison tats removed. Greg explained the process to him and I listened, but then Greg told him he didn’t have the equipment to remove them. He told him who would have it and where he would go if it were him.

  Greg explained, “The laser stuff is the best way to go, but it’s expensive for to me to buy the equipment and for you to get the tat taken off. I have a list of a few places not far away that will do it for you and they come highly recommended. Then again, it’s a long, hard process. You may want to look at just covering it up with something else.”

  The guy showed Greg the tattoo in question. It was a big one on his side. I could see why he wanted it taken off. It was a big, ugly, black swastika. In prison, it showed you were part of a certain group, which was important for your own protection. Out on the streets though, it was offensive as hell to anyone who saw it.

  Greg checked it out and asked, “What about football? You got a team?”

  “Cowboys fan,” the guy said.

  Greg gave him a raised eyebrow look that told him how he felt, but he said, “I could cover it with a dark blue star and some silver around the edges. It’ll take a couple of sessions and it won’t be cheap, but I’m willing to bet it’ll be cheaper than getting it removed.”

  “That’s cool,” the guy told him. “Can we start today?”

  “Sure, I’ve got my happy helper here,” he said about me.

  “How about if I do the outline Dax and you can take over coloring it in? If you feel comfortable I’ll have you do the silver outline also.”

  “Yeah, that sounds great,” I told him.

  Once Greg was finished with the outline of the star, I started the coloring in process. It was a big star so the coloring in was going to take a while. I worked on him for about an hour before he said he had enough and he wanted to come back in a few days to finish. After he left, I asked Greg a few more questions about his tools and techniques and then I thanked him and went to get ready for my date with Olivia.

  CHAPTER NINE

  OLIVIA

  Dax picked me up from my uncle’s house right on time for our date. He’d text me and told me to dress casually and to wear a bikini underneath my clothes. I was glad it was warm outside when I heard that. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but whatever it was; I was looking forward to it being just him and I having a good time alone…like it used to be.

  I wore a bikini and put a blue tank top on over it and a wrap-around skirt over a pair of matching leggings. I wore my hair down, mostly because it made it easier to get my helmet on that way.

  “Hey gorgeous,” he said with a smile when he saw me. “You look great.”

  “Thanks, so do you,” I told him.

  He wore a short-sleeved shirt with a collar on it and what looked like a brand new pair of jeans. I grabbed a jacket for the bike, a leather one that Dax had actually bought for me a few years back.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Maybe,” I said with a smile. “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise,” he said.

  When he said wear the bikini, I was thinking picnic at the lake, but he didn’t seem to be carrying anything on the bike other than his regular saddle bags. I hoped the date involved food though, because I was starving.

  I followed him out to the bike and we both put on our jackets and helmets. He slipped on his gloves and straddled the bike and I slipped on behind him. I loved the feel of him and the smell of leather. I loved the feel of the cool air on my face, being able to see the beauty of the landscape around us and the moon and stars up above us.

  Dax turned in the direction of the hills and I realized after a while that we were going towards the lake. We used to do that a lot; take a picnic basket and go up there and eat and swim in the dark. Sometimes we’d
make a bonfire if no one else was around. When we were kids, Dax had found us a secluded little spot. I hadn’t been there for a while and the closer we got, the more excited I became.

  I was surprised to see another bike when Dax pulled his to a stop and parked.

  When we got off, I asked him, “Who else is here?”

  He looked at the bike and back at me and said, “Ryan.”

  “Ryan who?” I asked. I genuinely had no idea who he was talking about.

  “The newest prospect,” he said.

  Bull made the new guys wear patches that said Prospect until they proved themselves. At last count, he only had two. Neither of them was named Ryan. I guess I was behind on what was happening with the club. I liked it. I wanted to keep moving away from it.

  I followed Dax and wondered why he would invite this Ryan guy. When we came around the corner to the spot in the sand that was surrounded by beautiful big, red rocks I saw a bonfire already going. Dax stepped over one of the rocks and then he put his hand out to help me over. The sight I took in caused me to gasp. As Dax was thanking Ryan and sending him away, I stared at the scenery in front of me.

  The bonfire was in the center of the space. On the right side of it was a huge, soft-looking plaid blanket, a little vase filled with wildflowers and a spread of food that made my mouth water and my belly rumble. There was fried chicken and potato salad…biscuits and coleslaw…I saw cheesecake and chocolate cake…and there was a big decanter with a big bottle of champagne chilling and ten or twelve bottles of beer.

  “Oh my God, Dax…this is so amazing. I don’t even know what to say.”

  He came over to me and took my hands and said, “You don’t have to say anything. I hope you like it though?”

  “I love it,” I said, honestly. “It’s so romantic…it’s incredible…Did that guy set this all up?”

  Dax laughed and said, “Um, no. He was just protecting it until we got here. I set it up before I came to get you.”

  I put my arms around him and gave him a long, deep kiss. When we came up for air I said, “Thank you.”

  He grinned and replied, “You’re welcome. Are you hungry?”

  “Oh God, I’m starving,” I told him. He laughed again. He used to always tease me about having a big man’s appetite in a little girl’s body.

  “Good, let’s eat first,” he said.

  “First, before what?”

  “Before we swim,” he said with another grin.

  “It’s a little cold, don’t you think?”

  “Nah, it’s been warm all day. The water will be a good swimming temperature. Let’s eat first, and then we’ll talk about it.”

  We sat down on the blanket and ate. The fried chicken was delicious and I wondered if his mother had made it or if he’d bought it somewhere. When I tasted the biscuits I could tell that they were unmistakably Gail’s.

  “Did your mom cook all day for us?”

  “Not for me,” he said. “For you. Every time she hears we’re doing something together, she does a happy dance. I think you’re the daughter she’s always wanted.”

  I laughed. Everyone knew how Gail felt about her son. Dax was the one she’d do anything for and since he had to have Bull for a father, I was glad he had her.

  “It’s delicious. Thank her for me,” I said.

  “It is delicious,” he said.

  While we ate, he described his day at Greg’s with me. The light in his eyes when he talked about it was what was exciting to me. I loved to see him happy more than anything else.

  “I’m so glad your mom is helping you do that. I think it’s going to be great for you and I’m sure you’ll make it a rousing success,” I told him.

  “Damn, you should have saved that for the toast,” he said with a smile. Taking out the bottle of champagne, he popped the top off and poured the rich, gold bubbly into two glasses. Handing me one he said, “To us!”

  “To us and to your new business, and to happy and healthy futures for us both,” I said.

  We clinked and drank.

  He asked, “Ready for a dip?”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Come on,” he said. “If it’s too cold we can get right back out.”

  I really didn’t want to. I could tell by the air outside that it was going to be too cold already. His sexy eyes in the moonlight with the firelight dancing across his face were too convincing though.

  “Okay, but just for a minute. I want cheesecake.”

  He laughed and agreed. We took some towels that he’d draped over one of the rocks and walked the little path to the back side of the lake by moonlight. It felt good to be there with him, holding his warm hand and having him stop every so often and press his sweet lips to mine. I hadn’t been this content for a long time.

  When we reached the lake, I looked out over the calm water. It was so still that it looked like a huge mirror. I could see the silver reflection of the moon in it and the trees that surrounded it.

  “It’s so pretty,” I told him. “I haven’t been here in a long time.”

  “Me neither,” he said. “Not since the last time I was here with you.”

  It would have been the summer before we left for college. The year that Dax was arrested and both of our lives had radically changed.

  I pulled off my shirt and skirt, stripping down to my bikini. I would take off my flip-flops when we reached the edge of the lake. You never really knew what people would throw down in the sand. I looked at him and he was watching me.

  “Are you going in?” I asked him.

  “Yep, I was enjoying the warm-up show,” he said.

  “Oh? I’m a warm-up show, am I?”

  He grinned and pulled me against him, hard. I turned my face up to his and he looked down at me and said, “Yep and the main event and the closer. You’re the whole show, baby.”

  His mouth found mine and we shared a long, slow kiss. Our tongues entwined and I could taste champagne on us both. It was so easy for me to melt into his big arms. I loved him like I knew I would never love anyone else in my life. He let his hands run down my back and then I felt them hot against the curves of my ass through my bikini bottoms.

  “Let’s get in,” he said, when we came up for air. I wrinkled my nose, but after he’d stripped to his boxers, I took his hand and let him lead me in to where the water covered just up over my ankles.

  “It’s cold!” I squealed.

  “Don’t be such a baby!” he said.

  He grabbed me and as I struggled, we both toppled forward into the cold water. We came up sputtering and laughing.

  After sharing a few more kisses I said, “At the risk of sounding like a baby, I’m freezing!”

  He laughed and said, “Me too.”

  We climbed out hand in hand and each of us wrapped in one of the big towels he had brought. He put his arm around me and we walked back over to where the toasty fire was still burning. Dax poured me another glass of champagne and opened himself a beer. We sat by the fire and cuddled while talking about his business and what his plans were for it. I thought about bringing up school, but the timing just didn’t seem right.

  CHAPTER TEN

  DAX

  I’m not sure how many beers I had before I realized I had been talking almost non-stop for an hour. Olivia was so sweet; she was just sipping her champagne and listening to me. I glanced at the empty bottle of champagne and decided that sipping maybe wasn’t the right word. We had cleaned the food off the blanket and laid back on it. I started grabbing and tickling her first and then we wrestled around. It ended up in another passionate kiss that started fires in both of us that burned hotter than the one in the pit. The cold of the lake and the chill of the night air was all forgotten. We were both burning up with the heat that burned inside of us for each other and maybe a bit of alcohol.

  We lay facing each other, with our tongues tangled up in passion and our hands tracing each other’s bodies like we were both blind and had never seen each other. I foun
d the ties that held her bikini top on and as I was sucking on her sweet neck I set her gorgeous breasts free under the moonlight. I couldn’t help but let out a groan when I saw them.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her before covering one of them with my mouth.

  I traced circles around her hard nipples and then I began to nibble on them, first one and then the other. She moaned and squirmed on the blanket as I sucked on one and tweaked the other one with my fingers.

  “Oh God, Dax!” she cried out, fueling my passion at the sound of her breathless voice.

  I bit down a little harder on her right breast, not enough to hurt, just enough to hopefully make her sweet pussy wet. She let out a little squeal. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me tighter into her chest.

  I sucked and licked and nibbled for a long time until she finally released my head. I lay back on the blanket and looked at her, lying there topless under the stars. I reached over and ran my hand across her breasts again, loving the way her rock hard nipples felt underneath the palms of my hand.

  “You’re so sexy,” I told her.

  My speech was slightly slurred from all the alcohol, but the words were completely serious. She smiled and reached over to touch my chest. As her hands ran across my chest I undid the ties at the side of her bikini bottoms and pulled them off of her. Then I cupped her ass with both hands and pulled her up against me. I loved the way it felt to be bare chest to bare chest with her. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I knew it wasn’t from the cold.

  I went in for another deep, hot kiss. We both sighed when we had to pull apart so that we could breathe. Breathing was really overrated when kissing Olivia was the alternative.

  “I think one of us is overdressed for this party,” she said, her words as slurred as mine.

  I looked down as her hands found the waistband of my boxers and began tugging them down. I lifted my hips to help her and then watched as she pulled them down over my ankles and off my feet.

  “That’s much better,” she said with a devilish grin.

  She was still down around the bottom of my legs and she reached up with one of her hot little hands and wrapped it around my throbbing cock. I gasped out loud and closed my eyes, immersing myself in the sensations.