Ruined #5 (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #5)

by Taylor, Alycia

  The first day of Sociology we just went over the rules and the syllabus. It made for a long hour, but I didn’t let it get me down either. I had an hour break after that class, and an appointment with a counselor to talk about the nursing program. Look out real world, here I come.

  CHAPTER TEN

  DAX

  I had waited two weeks for that day. The day after we had our big club meeting I went down and switched out the camera above the bar for one that Greg the tattoo guy had loaned me. This one was a live feed, like a camcorder and I could watch what was happening minute by minute from home.

  I had arranged the flowers for Liv the day before. I was so happy for her, although my own life seemed to be sucking at that moment. I would never wish her anything but the absolute best of everything.

  I got a text from her about the flowers. She sounded excited, even through a text. I told her that I loved her one more time and then I went to check on what my camera was recording. I felt like a kid in Disneyland when I saw them. Terrance, his father and Brock, all three bellies up to the bar and no one else in sight. This was finally it. I grabbed my jacket and as fast as I could go without risking being arrested for reckless driving, I rode to the bar.

  I was shaking again as I went inside. This time it wasn’t fear, it was anticipation. When I walked in, they all looked over and stopped talking. Blake tried giving me the stare down, but I was so used to and sick of his games that it didn’t even faze me any longer. I smiled at him.

  “What the fuck do you want now?” he asked.

  “I just came in for a beer. What are you boys up to? Planning another set up? Thinking about shooting someone else?”

  “Fuck you! You were holding a gun on your own Daddy. I shot you to save my friend.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, because you have such a good heart.”

  “What the hell do you want, Dax? I’m getting tired of all of this?” Brock asked. He was tired…poor thing.

  “Then end it, Brock. Tell me the truth, all of you from start to finish. Then we can get on with our lives.” I looked directly at Terrance and said, “No matter how pathetic they may be.”

  “You already know my part, I told you. I’m not going to stand up like I’m in church and testify in front of a room full of people. You’re a complete idiot if you thought that would work.”

  I shrugged. “It was worth a shot, right?”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Blake said.

  I sat down on one of the stools and said, “No, I don’t think so. I think I’d rather sit here with the three of you.” Terrance was giving me a hard stare and I said, “What’s wrong old best friend? You don’t want to have a beer with me?”

  “I don’t know what you want, Dax. I told you my part and Brock told you his. You can assume the rest and just leave us the fuck alone. Go back to college or something.”

  “I want to hear Blake’s part.”

  Blake startled me by jumping up and grabbing me. Shoving me into the wall beside the bar, he got way too close to my face and said, “You want to hear my part, you little shit? It was all my plan, the whole thing. I wanted to kill you and make sure you didn’t come back. But if your dad would have found out and I would have gone to jail, it would have ruined everything. So I did the next best thing. I got some good, quality street grade from your brother and I asked him to go into your dad’s email account and send an order to Terrance. The rest as they say is history…Oh, right up until I found you messing with our bikes and shot you. That was fun. Too bad I didn’t have time to take a better aim. I could have stood right next to your daddy with my arm around him at the funeral. He would have thought it was all about saving him.”

  I looked at Terrance’s face. I didn’t think he knew Brock and his dad had been behind this until that very moment. He had still believed he was doing what my dad had ordered him to do. He really was a moron.

  I looked at Brock’s face and at first he was smirking and then I saw it change to one of complete and absolute terror. He was looking behind me. I glanced back and saw my dad. He had come out of the kitchen and he had a gun in his hand.

  “You miserable piece of shit! Do you have any idea how much of my life was wasted thinking you were my fucking friend? I would have died for you and your retarded kid while meantime you’re going behind my back, and setting mine up? Trying to kill him…” He looked at Brock and said, “I should have given you up for adoption when your whore of a mother took off. I never even believed you were mine, I just felt sorry for you. But I raised you like you were mine, me and Gail both. You had everything a kid could want or need and this is how you repay me?”

  “Dad, I can explain.” Brock tried. My dad gripped the gun tighter and said, “Shut up! It’s my turn to talk.”

  I saw Blake moving his hand out of the corner of my eye. I yelled, “Dad!” just before he got the pistol out and fired at my dad.

  My dad had taken the cue and ducked. The bullet came about an inch from taking off his head. In the chaos that ensued, Terrance and his dad took off. Brock seemed to be stuck to his stool either by the guilt Dad had just instilled in him, or fear. I wasn’t sure which. My dad took off after the other two, so I stayed with Brock, just so he didn’t get any ideas. I was packing, but I didn’t want to take it out unless it came down to life or death. I had to keep in mind that the camera was rolling.

  “Dax, please…Talk to Dad. Don’t let him…I don’t want to go to prison.”

  I knew the look on my face had to be hilarious. Imagine the irony of the person who you trusted and put you behind bars, begging you for a reprieve.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? You want me to put in a good word for you? Now who’s the crazy one?”

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Too little too late…Brother.”

  That was when we heard the gunshots. There were two of them. Brock and I both froze. I said a prayer for my dad’s soul, just in case it was him who got hit. A few minutes later, Terrance came flying in the back door like he’d been pushed. He had a bloody nose and split lip. He stopped himself from eating the wood floor by grabbing onto the counter. My dad came in after him. He didn’t seem to have any injuries, he was just breathing hard.

  “Call the cops, Dax,” my dad said.

  “Dad,” Brock tried again.

  “Don’t call me that, ever again,” my dad said. He walked over and grabbed a beer from behind the bar. He opened it and began to gulp it down. While he did that, I called the police. I asked for my favorite detective and when I hung up I said, “They’re on the way.”

  My dad turned to me and he looked sadder than I’d ever seen him as he said, “I’m so sorry, Dax. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” Then he looked at Brock and Terrance and said, “If the two of you—”

  “Dad,” I interrupted him. I was still hyper-aware of the tape. I didn’t want to say it so I tipped my head back just enough to cause him to look up. When he saw the camera, he smiled.

  “I’ll be damn,” he said. “I always knew you were the smart one.” He looked back at Terrance and Brock and said, “I was just going to remind you that the law and your prison sentence will probably be a lot more comfortable if you just admit your guilt when the police get here.”

  We heard the sirens approaching. My stomach clenched at the sound of it. I was excited about finally clearing my name, but I didn’t know if that sound would ever not make me a nervous wreck.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  OLIVIA

  I had a great first day of school and I was still walking on air as I crossed the lot to where my car sat and my phone rang. It was my uncle.

  “Hey, I’m just leaving campus now,” I told him. I thought he was calling to see when I was coming in.

  “That’s okay, honey. I don’t need you here tonight. I just wanted to catch you before you heard something on the news and started worrying. There was another shooting today.”

  “Oh my God, Dax?”

  “No Liv, as far as I
know, Dax is fine. This is why I didn’t want to risk you hearing it on the radio or something. It was Blake, Terrance’s dad. He’s dead.”

  “Oh God. Who killed him?” In my head I was saying over and over, “Please don’t say Dax, please don’t say Dax.”

  “It was Bull,” he said. I knew it was wrong, but I really didn’t care what they did to Bull, as long as Dax was okay. “That’s all I know so far, honey.”

  “Thank you for telling me. You’re right, if I’d heard it on the radio I would have freaked. I need to go see Dax.”

  “I figured. Be safe.”

  “I will,” I told him.

  Before I started the car, I called Dax. His phone was going straight to voicemail and even though my uncle said he was okay, it still made me sick to my stomach not being able to get ahold of him. I didn’t leave a message; I just went straight to Dax’s parent’s house as soon as I got back into town. I knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later, I was ready to knock again but the door was pulled open. Dax was standing there and I startled him by throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him tight. Then, I kissed his entire face. At last, I pulled away and said, “Please stop scaring me like that. My heart can’t take it. What the hell happened?”

  He smiled at me and said, “It’s all over now, baby.” He brought his lips down to meet mine and we kissed, passionately. He had me pinned against the door and as his tongue explored my mouth his hands began to explore my body. I suddenly thought about Gail or Bull walking in. I had to struggle with him, but I was finally able to pull away.

  “Where are your mom and dad?” I asked him.

  He grinned and said, “My mom went to bail my dad out. I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I want to show you my room.”

  “But I’ve already seen it,” I said with a smile.

  “Not like this you haven’t,” he said.

  ******

  I followed him into his room, feeling like a teenager, sneaking around while his parents were out. He took my hand and as he sat down on the bed, he pulled me down onto his lap and began lovingly kissing and nibbling on my neck. He was still holding my hand and our fingers were laced together tightly. I felt him squeeze my hand as he moved his mouth up to my ear lobes. He nibbled and sucked on one for a while, and then moved to the other side and shoved his tongue deep into my ear. That sent violent shivers down my spine.

  I was shaking. I wanted him so badly that I physically ached for it. I pushed back so that he lay down and I was still on top of him. I could feel his erection straining to escape from his jeans. As we kissed passionately with our tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths I rubbed my pelvis against him, hard. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. We hadn’t had sex for a little over two weeks, but at that point it felt like months. I was like an animal in heat. I felt his hands underneath my skirt, exploring my ass, squeezing and massaging it.

  I was so excited that as we kissed, I bit down on his lower lip. I felt his cock jump and that spurred me on more. I sucked it into my mouth and he began to buck his hips up and down, grinding his still jean clad cock into me. The hands that had been exploring my ass suddenly cupped it and pushed me up higher on his chest. Then I felt one of his fingers begin gently rubbing back and forth across the soaking wet crotch of my panties. I squirmed around as he teased me, rubbing all around the outside lips, but still on top of the panties and completely avoiding my engorged clit. It was probably best, because I felt like it was going to explode. I was whimpering and shamelessly grinding myself against him.

  All of a sudden he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over on my back, pinning me between him and the bed. I had my arms above my head and he took one of his and held onto both of my wrists at the same time, limiting my movement. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it up and over my head and then released my wrists to get it off my arms. He reached down and relieved me of both my skirt and my panties in one fell swoop. Lastly, he unhooked my bra and discarded it as well. He let out a sharp breath as he looked at my breasts. I loved the look in his sexy eyes when he was turned on.

  He moved his head down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked, causing me to quiver and moan. While he did that, he used his hand to pull and tweak at the other nipple. It felt fantastic. When he switched his mouth to the other breast he nipped at my sensitive nipple with his teeth.

  My senses were all going crazy and I yelled out, “Oh my God!”

  I felt him looking at me while his fingers continued to pull and pinch and twist my nipples. I opened my eyes and in a husky whisper he said, “This is going to feel even better baby girl.”

  He slid his body down and buried his face deep into my pussy. In the throes of passion, my hips bucked desperately in rhythm with his tongue as he expertly traced the outline of my now throbbing clit. I grabbed the sheets and balled them up in my fist as he continued to lick and suck but I was startled to also feel the thickness of his finger slide up inside of me as he sucked on my clit and made me want to scream. After a bit, he replaced the finger with his tongue. He would shove it in as deeply as it would go and then run it over and across my lips, making sure he got all of the juices that were there for him.

  My body was on fire, my mind was numb and I was in the throes of a climax. I grabbed his head in my hands and I cried out his name. It only encouraged him to slip the finger back in and increase his tempo. I wanted to scream, but I made myself keep my lips closed so it came out like a desperate whimper.

  “You’re so fucking sexy baby,” he whispered against my flesh.

  His voice vibrating against me drove me wild. The orgasm surged through my body and headed for release. When it happened, it was going to be like an explosion. He reached up and fondled a handful of one of my breasts while the other hand continued to help his tongue torture my pussy.

  I couldn’t hold it back any longer and when I finally reached my climax it was everything I knew it was going to be.

  It was mind-blowing.

  The only thing that would have made it better would have been if I was sure we were still alone and I could have screamed out loud.

  He rubbed me gently between my legs and held onto me tightly as I rode wave after wave of pleasure, and when I finally came down and opened my eyes he was staring at me and smiling.

  “That was amazing,” I told him with a smile.

  He brought one of my hands up to his lips and kissed it.

  “Yes it was,” he said. I felt him reach down and unbutton his pants. He stood up and with one swift movement he took down his boxers and jeans. Then he pulled his t-shirt over his head. The only light in the room was natural light coming in through the slats of the blinds. Dax was the most gorgeous thing, man, woman, inanimate object, that I’d ever seen.

  He reached down and took his cock in his hand and he began to stroke it while he still stood over me. I sat up and ran my tongue along the head of it and down the shaft.

  He shivered and said, “Fuck.”

  He nudged me back gently and climbed back on top of me. He positioned himself against me where he could rub the head of his hard cock against the incredibly sensitive nob of my clit as he kissed me. He kissed my lips first and then down along my neckline and across my collarbone.

  He kissed back up to my ear and whispered, “I love you,” with his sexy mouth pressed right up against it. Then I felt him slide into me at last. It was the sweet ecstasy I had been waiting for. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and put my hands on his shoulders as he began to plunge in and out of my pussy.

  He reached down and pulled up my legs, placing one on either side of his shoulder. He was in the perfect position to hit my G spot and every time he did, I cried out. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up so that I could reach him with my mouth. I bit down on his neck and sucked a piece of it into my mouth as he moaned.

  His thrusts down and mine up were in perfect harmony. I fel
t my body begin to tense up and I knew that another climax was on its way. My fingernails slid down across his shoulders, scraping his back lightly as we both increased our tempo and as I felt the orgasm once again racing through me, I had to grab and bite down on the pillow under my head to keep from screaming. I felt my pussy tighten around him and I bucked back as the head of his cock once more hit the G spot. I began to explode with pleasure.

  He held me tightly until my shakes and involuntary jerks had subsided. When I was finally relaxed once more, Dax whispered, “Roll over.”

  I did as he asked and all at once I felt him slip into my still hot, wet pussy from behind and begin pounding once more. His thrusts became harder and more urgent. He had one hand wrapped up in my hair and was using the other one to pinch and squeeze the cheeks of my ass. Then he would slide up and do the same to my nipples. It was pure ecstasy and I felt another orgasm welling up inside of me. All it took to break it loose was the feeling of Dax’s cock swelling and growing harder inside of me. We exploded together and then we lay there with my back pressed up against his chest as we came down from our natural highs. When we had both stopped shaking, he turned me over so that I was facing him and then he kissed me lightly and sweetly.

  He whispered, “I love you, Olivia.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  DAX

  8 years later

  “Hey, that looks good.”

  I looked up and saw the Sheriff leaning across the partition to look at the tattoo I was working on.

  I smiled. “Thanks, Sheriff. You really shouldn’t do that though. People get tattoos in private places sometimes. They might not take too kindly to having you gawking at them without their permission.”

  “Sorry Dax,” he said. “Sorry Celeste,” he said to the young woman whose lower back tattoo I was just finishing up.

  “It’s okay, Sheriff,” she told him.

  “There you go, Celeste, all finished,” I told her, holding out a hand mirror for her.