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Blade
Alessia screams, sweat running down her forehead and neck. I’m so proud of her. She’s in so much pain. It’s killing me to watch her go through this. Holding her leg back, the trembles of her muscles weaken me to my core. I rub my hands over her legs when the contraction passes.
Tears streak down her face, she was too far dilated to have an epidural, but she’s hanging in there. “Blade, I’m so tired, I feel so tired.”
Wiping her tears away, I try to bring her comfort. “You can do this, baby, you are going to bring these babies out into the world. Then you get to sleep, and drink coffee again.” She gives me a weak smile, then closes her eyes.
Her body tenses and she sits up to push again, while Cindy and I encourage her to keep going. Then my son’s head appears, followed by the rest of his body, and my world stops for a second. I snap out of it and tell Alessia, unable to stop my own happiness, “You did it, baby! Cortez is here, he’s here, baby. You can do this one more time, one more time, little momma!”
Dr. Hill hands me the scissors to cut the cord, resting the baby on Alessia’s chest. Cindy and my Mom, who I didn’t even see coming in, are helping to clean a wailing Cortez. Both grandmas are wiping tears from their eyes. I lean down and kiss my beautiful wife and momma to my babies. Eventually, the nurse takes him to look him over and clean him up better.
Alessia’s body gears back up as a new contraction hits. Cindy comes rushing back over to take her leg. With some more encouragement from us to keep going, by 3:43am, Easton Johnson is born. Alessia starts bawling, “We did it, Blade, our baby boys are here!”
I smile back at her and hand her the pair of scissors. “Yeah, Alessia, Cortez and Easton are here. Now cut the cord.”
She grabs them and starts cutting Easton’s cord, laughing and crying at the bawling baby in her arms, cuddling him to her chest. Cindy walks over carrying a sleeping Cortez and handing him to me. Moisture hits my eyes at the sight of my boys
Bonus
two and a half years later
Alessia Johnson
“Cortez, stop messing with Easton!” Running past a laughing Blade, I pick Easton up off the floor to save him from Tez. All the twins want to do nowadays is fight, and, at almost three, it can get a little vicious. Tez is always the first to throw a truck or some other toy at Easton, always ready for a fight.
Blade is no help, as always, wants them to fight it out. “You know that as soon as you let them fight it out a few times, Tez will learn to back off when Easton holds his ground.”
Kissing Easton on the cheek, I pass him to Blade to take to the kitchen table for breakfast. Then I pick Tez up and follow them in there where I strap him to his highchair.
Tugger looks around the corner, and, when the coast is clear, he lazily lays on his bed with a grunt knowing the twins are up in their highchairs.
Blade comes over and hugs me from behind, rubbing my sixth month pregnant belly. “How are my girls doing?”
I look at my boys and sigh with happiness. I believe from deep inside my soul that, no matter what, I didn’t lose my baby when I miscarried all those years ago. They just came a little later in a set, together.
THE END
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Prologue
Axl
The bass hits the speakers and the stage lights dim, except for a spotlight in the corner of the stage. The fans scream, “GNR! GNR! GNR!”
Axl Rose and the rest of the band strut out with a guitar raised high. Drumsticks flip up high in the lights and then they’re caught behind the drummer’s back. Stage lights of all colors beam around in all directions. The band takes position as Sweet Child O’ Mine starts rocking the crowd.
It is 2006, a Guns N’ Roses concert at the MGM Grand Casino. Me and the boys pass a joint around the group. Smiling, I eagerly take my first drag for the night as deep as a I can. The smoke hits my lungs hard. I hack and choke it back up. Blade laughs and grabs the joint from me to take his own drag.
“Easy on the grass, dickhead, we have the whole night.” He shakes his head at me and hands me a cold beer. The foam hits my hot, dry throat, it is so good.
Song after song plays through the speakers as we laugh, smoke and drink. My mind is so fuzzy that faces and bodies blend in the crowd. Living up to my youth, I am experiencing everything that I can.
We are pledging in as brothers in Battle Born MC tomorrow. There are no guarantees in this life after tomorrow, only for right now. That’s exactly what I do, I live for right here and right now, nothing lasts forever.
Some stupid drunk asshole behind me plows into my back, spilling my beer on my GNR shirt and pissing me the fuck off. Handing off my beer to Tank, I turn to shove that motherfucker back. Stumbling forward a few steps, he turns back around to face me. “Sorry,” he says it, but not really giving one fuck that he slammed into me as smiles at me like the dickhead he is. Dickhead turns back around to his date and throws an arm around the hot blonde bitch he’s with.
“Take this little punk ass bitch down, and then take his bitch.” Tank is shoving at my shoulder to get to it, then crosses his arms, waiting for me to deliver.
Spider, Blade and Tank surround me. The anger and vengeance pump like a shot of adrenaline through me. Grabbing the smiling asshole’s shirt, I whip him around to face me, then throw my fist high and wide into his nose. Blood splatters with a crunch from the force of it. His right hand comes flying from down low up for my face. Ducking to the right, I dodge the uppercut, and swing my weight forward hitting him in the stomach with a jab. The force of it arches him toward me, and my left fist smashes his cheekbone. That’s followed by a right and another left. The punk is left lying on the ground.
The security guards come running toward us to haul both of our asses out. Blade catches one of the guards, palming him some cash. The passed-out dickhead is taken out of the pit.
I walk over to the scared blonde that’s nervously looking around for an escape. Grinning her way, I show her my party boy face as I take her hand in mine to apologize, “Sorry, sweetheart,” I say while stroking my thumb over her knuckles. “That prick you came here with was an asshole. Come party with us, and I promise I’ll be good.”
I spot in her hand that she has a disposable camera. I pull her close to me. “Come on, beautiful, take a pic with me? Then you’ll always remember this night and then you can trust me, because you’ll have my picture on your camera.”
Encouraging her further, I snatch the camera from her hand and pull her body close to mine. She giggles nervously with our backs to that stage. I slide behind her and place my hand on her stomach while my other hand holds out the camera. I rest my chin on her shoulder and we smile for the camera when I push the button to snap the picture.
She turns around to me, so I grab her shirt and lay a smacking big kiss on her juicy lips while snapping another picture of us. Her hands go straight to my chest to balance herself, and then relaxes herself into the kiss.
I start walking backwards and Blondie follows me over to the guys. I pocket her camera as I introduce her and take my drink back from Tank. I wash down that hot kiss with a cold drink. Blondie eyes me over the white plastic cup someone must’ve given her and grabs the beer from my hand. She shoots the rest down, then pulls me toward her for another kiss.
The smell of grass pulls me away from her lips. Tank hands out the joint to us, and Blondie grabs it, then takes a short drag from it, coughing it back up almost immediately. I laugh at how cute she is. Between the two of us, we manage to finish off the joint. Her beautiful hair catches the light drawing me to her body.
More chicks from the crowd join our little party up front by the stage. Blade and Tank each have a handful of bitches. The songs play on through the late-night hours. Hot bodies continue to grind and touch. Sweat, weed and alcohol permeate the air.
More grass goes around, and the boys and I a
re lit. We are so high off weed and hormones. Blonde Girl and I rub all over each other, as she grabs my dick and pushes her tits against my chest. She yells over the noise into my ear, “Let’s go to the bathroom!” She pulls on my hand and starts walking forward. My feet and dick anxiously follow her. I watch her ass that’s covered in a jean skirt, and her long, lean, tan legs in a haze.
Excitement laces itself around my intoxicated mind. The primitive need to touch her tits and pussy takes over. We make it to the bathroom where I shut the stall door and spin the blondie around. She trades me places and ends up with her back against the door.
My hands find the bottom of her GNR tank and pull it up over her tits, palming them and loving how soft they are. Sucking one nipple, then the other, my hands find her toned thighs and I push her jean skirt up. I pull my mouth from her nipple with a pop to gaze over her almost naked body. I run my fingers over her pink thong, then move it to the side. I start pumping my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
Blondie moves forward and starts kissing and nipping at my ear. I grab the condom from my back pocket while she keeps kissing my neck and then lips. My fingers rub her clit and fuck her pussy. She undoes my pants, pushing them, along with my boxers, down far enough to get my stiff dick out, before rolling the condom down.
Lifting one of her legs over my hip, and then the other, I push her against the door with my body, and sink my dick into her very tight pussy. She howls out in pain, only to be drowned out by Paradise City as it blares around us.
Not taking the time to think too much of it, I use her body to pound out my release. As soon as I come into the condom, her feet hit the floor and she is straightening herself up. She pecks my lips and is gone before the song is over. Best fuckin concert ever.
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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About the Author
Scarlett Black lives in a small town in Northern Nevada. She has three kids a husband and a couple of dogs. She loves to watch baseball, especially when her kids or husband play. One day she had random thoughts floating around in her brain, opened her laptop and started writing without really knowing of where the journey would take her. Here she is now, a first time erotic MC genre author, that works full time. She enjoys her busy life, the outdoors and shopping as much as possible!
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