Jaxson 4_Blood Covenant_Black Devils MC

by K. J. Dahlen

  I smiled, more to myself than him since he couldn’t actually see my face. “I love you, too.” Contented and happy, I wrapped my arm around him and nuzzled my face into his chest.

  When I woke up this morning, heading to work, I never thought he would come home this afternoon just to fuck me. It was just part of the surprise that Jaxon always was. I never know when he would grab me up and ravage me as they say in the romance novels. God, I felt so happy, like I was flying. He loved me and wasn’t afraid to say it, and I even said it back!

  Wow. We had come a long ways.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dino

  I got out just this morning after months of being in the joint. Bruno had shown up and had his lawyer finally spring me. He had petitioned the court to get me bail. It was a million bucks, but Bruno backed it. His lawyer said Jaxson wouldn’t quit calling them all and bitching until I was freed. Yeah, Jax would. He was super pissed at all of them. I’d always be loyal to the kid, he was worth it to me.

  I also would never tell them the truth that would clear me. That Jax and I were there but that when we left, that cocksucker Roy was still alive and well. Pissed as hell as his bike repair shop burned to the ground, but he WAS alive.

  If I told them this, they would more than love to drag Jaxson in. They already had him blamed for crimes and drug running through Tijuana as it was.

  I wasn’t a rat and especially when it could harm my club. Yes, if Jaxson was jailed the club would lose…I would lose. So I quietly did my time. Despite visits from the DA attempting to get me to turn evidence against Bruno, Jax and the Devils.

  I hadn’t suffered much really the last months except from pure unadulterated boredom. It wasn’t a hard stint as far as keeping myself alive. No one touched me thanks to Lorenzo. He fucking ruled the place and I was one of Bruno’s men. In fact, I sort of had a cushy stay if truth be told. Not that I couldn’t defend myself, there just hadn’t been an opportunity to fight.

  In the long run, I was kind of frustrated over this. I had so much pent up rage and boiling feelings. All I did while in there was lift weights, as that was all the exercise we were allowed pretty much. Many nights I just lay there in my bunk and jacked off to the image in my head of the red haired siren that had watched me get arrested months back. Then she’d walked right out when it’d happened. I never had a woman do that. Well, she had good cause, as I did look like some third rate loser. But I wasn’t. I hadn’t done what they’d accused. I’ve done lots of thing but outright murder? Nah, self defense maybe… but never murder.

  I’d asked Marco to keep track of her and he had. His smile told me he knew what I was after. I didn’t fucking care. What he’d told me surprised me though. She’d quit the MC racket. She’d had a legit job as a clerk in a dress shop for months now. He’d said she’d cleaned herself up and went straight. He also told me her real name. Rose Weaver as far as he could find. Yeah, that other name I’d wondered about back at the bar the night I met her. It hadn’t fit, but this one did.

  I had to see this going straight business. I mean she was drop dead sexy when I last saw her, dressed proactively like sweetbutts did in the clubs but somehow the thought of her going wholesome made me go rock hard.

  Yes, I had lots of problems and I should go check in at the club, but I’d just spent 5 months locked up and while I could have any sweetbutt from the club or at Juanita’s as there were plenty there, I didn’t want that. I wanted her. I deserved a treat and just seeing her would be that. Now, if I could get my hands on her? Well, that would be even better.

  Bruno had brought my bike along with two outfits for me in my saddle bags, so with a fuck you finger up at the high walls, I roared away from that hell hole. I also decided I was never going back in. Now maybe if it’d been for something I really had done, that would be different. But not for shit that was pinned on me.

  I made my way through town. I was now on main street. It was all quaint and shit. Lovely shops, trees along the sidewalk. This was what she chose huh? Dammit. I met her right before she went for this. I bet I come up against a wall she had put up against MC members.

  Hell, I don’t blame her for it though. I could understand. All those greedy bikers taking her. Just the thought of it makes me angry. While all the time she should’ve had just one. Me.

  I spotted the shop and pulled my bike to the curb while looking through the window at her. I spotted her nodding her head and smiling at some customer. She still had that red hair. But she was definitely dressed differently. A white silk blouse and I had to wonder if behind that counter she stood at, if she was wearing a skirt? I’d love to flip that material up and take her from behind.

  Dammit! Here I was sitting here spying on her and thinking perverted thoughts. I shrugged. Well, that was all I did these last months anyway.

  Suddenly, someone pulled up in a black sedan. It blocked my view.

  Damn motherfucker.

  Then two men got out.

  My blood froze in my veins. These weren’t normal men. I know it. They look Cartel or mob. I’d been around long enough to know.

  They both looked around. One of them spotted me. The other one made his way into the dress shop.

  I watched Rose.

  When she saw him, her face paled instantly and her hands shake.

  Fuck. This isn’t good.

  I nodded my head at the second guy and started my bike. I was out of here. Only…I was headed around back. These two bastards were up to deadly business and apparently, Rose knew them, as she looked terrified. Shit, what kind of trouble could she be in with these guys? I didn’t pause too long to wonder as I made my way around to the alley and parked my bike right at the back door.

  Then I got off and lifted my saddlebag lid. Yep, there it is. Good ole Bruno stacked me with my gun and extra ammunition. Along with my jackknife, I slipped it into my jacket then checked the clip slipping the gun in my back pocket.

  I heard a scream.

  Fuck! I headed toward the door hoping it ain’t locked or I would have to go around front and no telling what they’re doing to Rose.

  The door gave under my pull and I paused a second to peek in. My eyes adjusted to the light, as I could just make out a storage room. I slipped in making sure to silently click the door shut.

  I instantly heard a struggle as I peered out of a curtain into the shop.

  “You thought you could hide in plain fucking sight?” the larger guy accused as he had her hair in a tight fist.

  “L-let me go!” she shouted.

  “No way. I’m taking you to Al and he can decide what to do with your sorry ass.” He pushed her toward the door.

  I reached for my gun and looked around for the second guy. I spotted him outside blocking the door. Of course, he’s the lookout to make sure nobody interfered.

  “Let her go,” I stated firmly my gun aimed at his baboon like head.

  He turned with a snarl.

  Just then, Rose brought her knee up and jutted him in the groin.

  He dropped hard on the floor. “Fuuccck! You bitch!”

  Rose finally looked over at me. “Thunder?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Come on.”

  She bit at her lip and looked down at the big thug.

  “What? You gonna choose him over me?” I asked with a smirk.

  She leaned over the counter, grabbed a backpack and headed over to me.

  “I’m insulted,” I joked.

  Suddenly, there was aloud click. It meant we’re both dead.

  Fuck. Looking at her sweet ass, I forgot about these gorilla’s for a second.

  I pushed Rose behind me and then I felt hot lead burn through my shoulder. With instinctual action, I fired straight at him.

  The bullet hit between his eyes and he landed like a tree in the fucking forest right onto the white tiles as blood pooled out from his head and face.

  The front door burst open and in came thug number two.

  Wincing, I grabbed Rose’s hand and pus
hed her toward the back. “Get moving!”

  She stumbled then righted herself.

  I moved her out to the alley, and hopped on my bike. A bullet hit the closed door of the shop.

  She paused and stared at me.

  “Rose. These guys are gonna kill us, so get the fuck on!”

  She raised her skirt.

  I paused for a second and took in a creamy thigh. Fuck. I wanted to know didn’t I? But this was the wrong damn time.

  She got on and I roared out of there.

  I rode with no particular destination in mind. The miles added up, and the sun began to sink in the horizon. The needle drifted toward E, so I exited off on a highway exit and stopped at the first gas station as I saw. I pulled in front of the pump and cut the engine. I glanced down at my watch, and I’m shocked to see we’ve been driving for about four hours. I turned to face her. “How are you doing, Rose? You need a break?”

  “Be nice to get something to eat,” she replied almost tentatively.

  “I need to know what the fuck happened back there and you are going to tell me. But I gotta find a place to patch myself up.” I leaned forward and got real close to her lips. “You aren’t who anyone thought you were, right?”

  Her lips quirked up. “I’m not.” Then she got this look in her eyes. She glanced away, and the awkwardness was back.

  I released the stand and step back. I would get my answers. But I would also get her under me. I’m not sure what was more important. Hell, I did need to find out why those guys were dragging her away though. “I’ll fill up, and go check around for a place to bunk down for the night.” I climbed off with a wince.

  The bullet went all the way through my shoulder and the shirt I’d stuffed into my jacket had soaked up the blood. I looked down to check to see if there was any blood showing. I sure as well did not want to raise any suspicion while strolling around in public covered in blood stains. I needed to figure out what we were going to do and what I’d gotten my ass into this time.

  I checked my wound and winced again. Funny thing, it hurt but it wasn’t so bad as far as getting shot goes. Yes, I’d been shot before, several times. So this wasn’t a worry to me. I filled up, and walked into the store, perusing the area. It was a small town. A man nodded at me, and I reciprocated the gesture. People were friendly here, Rose should be fine on the bike, and I damn well knew we weren’t followed.

  It was a habit to back the bike in so I had an exit, and could scan the area, to know who was around me. I walked inside the store and moved toward the register where an older woman with a salt and pepper bun, flannel t-shirt, and friendly smile stood.

  “I’m on pump two.”

  “Forty bucks, son.”

  “Ma’am, can you tell me if there are any places to stay around here?” I asked, pulling out my wallet and handing over a fifty. Thank fuck, Bruno had given me plenty of cash this morning.

  “Well, there’s a lovely bed and breakfast about two miles up. It’s the only thing we have here really. But it gets lots of attention. It’s one of those theme hotels, real popular with the newlyweds and couples looking to get away, if you know what I mean.”

  Her sweet tone made me grin. She’d seen Rose on my cycle.

  “Normally it’s booked up, but with it being a weekday, you may be able to get in.” She handed me back my ten.

  “Thank you, ma’am.” Fate’s on my side today. Well, maybe not. I thought of killing that thug and making away with the girl. I took the nature of the hotel as approval from the universe though. Finally, I was catching a break.

  “You find something?” Rose asked.

  “Yeah, only place around here is a bed and breakfast. Food and comfortable accommodations, can’t get better than that.”

  “Good, I’m starving, and it’s been awhile since I rode on a bike for so long.” She shifted her weight on the seat. Parts of her thighs were showing under her hiked up skirt.

  “I could help you with that if you want.” I took in the skin and the sweet way her ass seemed to fit perfectly on my bike.

  “Shut it, Thunder,” she replied with a fierce look in her eyes.

  She’s warming to me. I smirked as I revved the engine and took off, headed north.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jaxson

  I awoke the next morning with her in my arms, as it should be. I took her several times last night and I vowed not to wait so long again. Yes, the work at the MC seemed to drain me dry most days but I realized by the starved way she went at me that I’d better pay more attention to my girl.

  I eased away from her and grabbed my phone. I tiptoed out of the room. It’s Saturday and she is off work. I plan to keep her in bed all day. I will even order in and she wouldn’t be allowed to leave.

  I placed a call for takeout to come in two hours. Her favorite Tai place and I have them add fresh fruit to the meal for her. I then I called Spider at the club. I tell him that he and Reaper are in charge today. To work the prospects then take all the men out to dinner on the club’s dime. I hang up and then ordered flowers and chocolate to be delivered this afternoon.

  Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to taste her on my tongue again, and feel her wrapped around my cock. I headed back into the bedroom. I crawled up onto the bed, spread her legs, and moaned quietly when I bare her shaved pussy. I lick a path up her slit. She moaned and spread her legs wider. That’s my girl. She’s been coming out of her shell, and turning into a sexual dynamo over these last months.

  I continued to deliver slow, long, licks. When I tasted her cream on my tongue, I circled her clit and delved inside. Her hips came up and she buried her fingers in my hair. I moaned against her pussy. She closed her thighs around my head, and I dove in, fucking her tightness with my stiff tongue, and slurping up her sweet juices. I swear she had the tastiest center I’d ever tasted. I devoured her until she was tugging at my hair and fucking my face. Her legs fell open. I eased inside her and experienced her tightness the way nature intended. “I love having you like this,” I whispered as I slipped inside her. “You’re so hot and wet. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

  Chloe nodded. Her lips were open and her eyes were dark with desire. I drove home and she arched her body in response.

  “All I could think about was getting you awake and getting inside my woman.” I twined her fingers and delivered hard, deep thrusts. She squeezed my fingers, giving as good as she got. The slap of skin on skin was revved me up. She flexed her muscles and I growled. I fuck her harder.

  She moaned loudly.

  “That’s it baby, scream for me. Tell me how much you love it.”

  “Yes, please. Harder!”

  I obeyed her command.

  “Oh, God, Jax.”

  “I love hearing my name on your lips.” Her body tensed. Her muscles quivered, and I knew she was close. “That’s it, let go for me, Chloe. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

  “Oh, shit.” She mouthed breathlessly.

  I smirked. I loved to see the filthy words on her lips when I was satisfying her. I thrust once, twice, and she came, hard. I allowed her to pull me over with her, continuing to pump as I filled her to the brim. Spent, I collapsed on top of her, careful to keep the brunt of my weight on my forearms. I nuzzled her neck. I planned to let her rest a few minutes then I’m taking her to the shower and I intended to fuck her again.

  I’d realized what’s important. She is. Yes, Bruno and the MC got a lot of me, but if I aimed to keep my woman, I needed to make a better effort. I vowed to myself this morning to keep the weekends for her. I intended to let all know it… that work had to be Monday through Friday. Bruno may not like it but that was too bad. It was time I became the man she loved. Take care of her. Fuck her senseless every weekend. Stay in with her and even watch her girl flicks together if I had to. I chuckled softly.

  “What’s so funny, Jax?” she asked when her breathing evens out.

  “I have wicked plans for you today.”

  She sat up. “Oh
?”

  I nodded.

  “Like what?”

  “Well, what I just did was for starters.”

  Her face flamed, her cheeks glimmered with a pretty pink.

  I loved it that she still did that… blushed like a school girl.

  “No…I don’t believe you.”

  I raised my brows. “You don’t?”

  She shook her head. “Someone will call. Most likely Bruno and then you will leave.”

  “Not today baby.”

  She stared at me doubtfully.

  “I’m serious.” With a resounding hard kiss to those sweet lips of hers, I grabbed her up and lifted her from the bed. “Damn right, and I’m gonna show you again, why you’re mine.”

  Her gasp and the wide eyed look she gave me were too hilarious. “Again?” she asked in shock.

  I nodded as I strode toward the bathroom. “I might never be done showing you who you belong to. Now turn the water on, babe.”

  Her body shivered at my low tone as she reached over with a shaky hand and turned on the water.

  Stepping into the shower together, I felt the hot water pound our bodies. I watched transfixed as the water ran over her body soaking her hair, dripping off her breasts.

  Grabbing the body wash, I poured it into my hands worked it into a fine lather before massaging it over her breasts. I loved the way her skin felt beneath my hands.

  “Jax?” she whispered. “You’re seriously staying home?”

  I knelt before her and washed her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard… and several times today,” I murmured as I ran my soapy hands up the length of her legs. Her pussy was just inches from my face. “You aren’t allowed to leave the bedroom in fact.”

  “What?” she asked looking stunned.

  “You’re my captive today,” I growled as I rubbed my hand between her legs feeling her own slick juices combine with the soap and water. My fingers dipped inside her as I flicked her clit button back and forth.

  She moaned loudly reaching out to grab the towel rack to steady herself.