Ruined 3

by Alycia Taylor

  “Nope, it’s gone.”

  She took out a small plastic cup and she said, “I need you to test for me today.” I picked up the cup. “You need to leave the door open, don’t flush and don’t wash your hands. If you turn the water on, the test is no good and we’ll have to start all over.”

  “Fun,” I said with my eyebrows raised.

  “Yep, all good stuff to keep in mind before you decide to get in trouble again.”

  I didn’t even waste my breath trying to convince her I was innocent. As far as cops of any kind were concerned, if you were arrested and convicted, you were a bad guy. I took the cup and she followed me down the hall to the bathroom. My mom passed us and she actually smirked. Everyone in this damn family was a smart ass. I had a hard time going, I was not used to having a hot female P.O. standing at the door while I was trying to pee. She wasn’t really looking at me, just making sure I didn’t turn on the water or have someone else pee for me, but it was still uncomfortable. I finally squeezed enough out to give her half a cup and then I reached out to flush.

  Just to prove she really was looking she said, “Uh, uh!”

  “Oh, oops! Sorry.”

  “Just sit it on the counter and I’ll get it,” she told me as I was zipping up.

  While she was bagging it, she let me wash my hands and flush the toilet. I had to take her on a tour of the rest of the house again to make sure we weren’t just hiding the gun safe and that we didn’t have drug paraphernalia laying around. I knew it was all necessary if you’re guilty. It was annoying when you’re not.

  We were home free, I had walked her out to her car and she was damn near out of the driveway just as my dad, Bo and Kip drove up. They parked on the street so she could still feasibly leave. She didn’t though. She looked at me and turned off her ignition. Fuck!

  My dad and the guys shut off their bikes. My dad got off and took off his helmet. The other two stayed on their bikes and as my dad approached us my P.O. got out of her car.

  “I didn’t know we had company,” my dad said.

  “Dad, this Miss Ortega, my P.O.”

  She smiled sweetly and said, “Mr. Turner, what a pleasure it is to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

  “Likewise Miss Ortega,” my dad said. “That stuff you heard about me. It was all good, right?”

  “None of it,” she said, still smiling. My dad threw his head back and laughed.

  “I like her son. You better do what this one tells you.”

  “I plan on it,” I said. My stomach was in knots.

  “Well, Dax I’ll let you get back on with your day. Mr. Turner, a pleasure.”

  My dad gave her a nod and she got back in her car. This time she made it out of the driveway.

  He looked at me when she was gone and said, “She’s hot.”

  I didn’t even waste any energy responding. He went into the house, likely to get something he needed from my mother.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  OLIVIA

  Dax had been staying at his parent’s place a lot during the day and sleeping in Bull’s office at night. I felt bad for taking the bed, but he insisted. He stayed every night too because he also insisted on not leaving me alone there. He came by earlier and we were hanging out but his parole officer called and he had to go back to his mom’s. I didn’t like that I hated to see him leave so badly. I wished that I could get over him, before one of us got hurt…again. The whole Parole Officer thing was another reminder that he could be taken away from me again at any time.

  It was still early in the evening, so I thought I’d change into my running clothes and go out for a jog. It might clear my head. I had stripped down to my bra and panties when I heard a key in the lock. I panicked and tried to grab my clothes but before I could, Dax walked in.

  I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I actually expected him to close the door and leave. Instead he stepped in and closed the door behind him. He turned the lock. I reached for my shirt and was trying to put it on my head when he was suddenly right in front of me. He took my face in both of his hands and kissed me. It wasn’t just a peck. It was a full-lipped, slip his tongue between my lips and taste me kind of kiss and it made my head spin. For a second I completely forgot that I wasn’t going to do this. When I remembered, I pushed against his chest.

  “Stop, Dax.”

  He pulled back and looked at my face. He was still close enough to kiss and I had to lick my suddenly dry lips.

  “Why?” he said.

  “I can’t do this, Dax. We should have never slept together the other day. I shouldn’t have done that, it was all me. Terrance and I had a fight and I turned to you…and…and that was wrong.”

  He cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to his. “It didn’t feel wrong,” he said.

  “Yes it did. I don’t know. But we can’t do it again.”

  “I can,” he said with a grin.

  “Dax, stop, please.”

  “Olivia, you’re not with Terrance any more, right? You broke up with him because of what he did to me and because his lying to you about it all was fucked up. He’s the one who screwed up. You’re not cheating. You’re not doing anything wrong. What are you so damn afraid of?”

  “You, Dax,” I said. “You spend all your time in search of this revenge you’re so desperately seeking. You spend all of your time with this club, with these guys that got you in trouble before, the ones who got you taken away from me. I can’t go through that again. I can’t stir up all of these old feelings and then have you taken away from me again.”

  “I’m not going back to prison, Liv.”

  “You didn’t think you were going the first time, did you? You’re giving them time and the opportunity to set you up again.”

  “I’m not giving them anything this time. I don’t trust anyone. I check my pockets and my saddlebags constantly…they can make a fool of me once, but they’ll never do it again.”

  He brushed his lips against mine, softly and then he leaned down and kissed my tattoo heart. It gave me chills and my traitor body melted into him. All of my fight was gone. I wanted to be with him…I should have always been with him.

  I turned my face towards his and our lips came together. I felt him push his tongue in between my lips and tangle it up with mine. He began exploring every inch of my mouth. His urgency was igniting a fire in my belly and I was burning hot with desire as I kissed him back. He began to lick and suck my lower lip. I made long, slow strokes across his lips with my tongue, feeling a sudden primal, animal need spreading throughout my body. I continued to stroke his lips while his hands roamed my upper body. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and squeezed, surprising me.

  I bit down on his lip and he pulled back and in a raspy, breathless voice he said, “Careful baby, I bite back.”

  That simple statement and the sexy sound of his voice as he said it spurred me on. I moved my body closer to his and pressed my thigh against the bulge that was still trapped inside of his pants. While we kissed, I began to grind myself against him and I could feel him moaning around my mouth. He slid his hands along my sides and when he reached my bra he unhooked it. My swollen nipples were aching for release and as I stepped back and let the bra slide off and hit the floor, I could see him looking at them hungrily. He ran his hands across them, stopping to tweak or pull on an already overly sensitive nipple.

  He covered my sensitive mounds of flesh with his hands and I felt him shudder with pleasure as his palms rubbed gently across my nipples. He bent down slightly and ran his tongue around the outside of each breast and down between them as he rubbed my aching, engorged nipples with his thumbs. I arched my back to let him know I loved it and I wanted more.

  I heard a deep growl come out of me like it had come from someone else when he cupped them with both hands and suckled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked and nipped, sending little jolts of electricity along my spine and down my arms, as my nipples seemed to grow harder and larger against hi
s tongue. I felt a gush of hot wetness between my legs. I began to furiously rub my wet pussy harder against the thigh that he had pressed up between my legs.

  He moved his head to suck on the other breast and pleasure my engorged nipple. I slid my hands under his shirt and up to his hard chest. I ran them across his bare chest muscles and I could feel them rippling against my palms. I could also feel his erection straining and quivering against the inside of his pants, aching to get free.

  “Mm, your hands feel so good, Liv. Move them down lower,” he told me before switching nipples.

  I fulfilled his request, sliding my hands down lower and happily finding that the waist band of his shorts that was secured by a simple tie, which I undid easily. As his shorts slid down I reached down and slipped a hand into the front of his boxers and at last I could feel his pulsating cock. I wrapped my hand around it and as I did, he bit down on my nipple, causing me to let out a little squeak. He licked the spot he’d bitten softly with his tongue and then continued to kiss and suckle as I stroked him softly.

  I felt his hands slide over the curve of my waist and down to my hips. He took the waistband of my lacy panties and pulled them down across my thighs and over my knees, down to my ankles where I stepped out of them and he kicked them aside.

  He looked up at me and said, “God, Liv….You’re so fucking beautiful,” in a deep, raspy voice.

  He stood back up and his lips found my neck. I leaned my head back and he gently brushed my hair over my shoulder to give him full access. He started to suck on the tender flesh and as he did, I felt his fingers begin to glide softly across my wet lips. I gasped, loudly as he ran it across the head of my swollen clit that was begging for attention.

  “Oh my God, I want to fuck you senseless,” he breathed out.

  I wanted to do the same to him. I wiggled my bottom closer to him and rubbed my now bare pussy against his fingers, silently begging him to touch my clit again. He suddenly covered my lips with his mouth and began to walk me backwards towards the bed. When we got next to it, he spun me around so I was facing away from him.

  He made a satisfied sound and said, “That is the most gorgeous ass that I’ve ever seen.”

  He suddenly dropped to his knees and softly kissed each cheek and then took a soft bite out of each one. Goose bumps raced down my spine and arms. I jumped forward and he used one hand to position me so I was leaning onto the bed, holding myself up on my hands and arms. He wrapped one arm around my waist and brought my backside in closer to his face. This time as he nibbled on my cheeks he reached around in front and began to rub his finger along the outside of my wet slit, making me groan loudly.

  “Mm, you’re so fucking wet. I think you must be having a moment of weakness tonight,” he said.

  “The weakest,” I told him in a breathless voice. “So stop your teasing and give me what I want.”

  He chuckled and slid a finger inside of me at last. I wiggled against it and moaned. He slipped in a second one and I gasped. When he slipped in a third I had to cry out and I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I began to thrust my hips back as he moved his fingers in and out of me only to stop after a few thrusts.

  “Daaaax!” I cried out in frustration.

  My body was shaking as he flipped me over so I was on my back. He put his finger back inside of me, but now he could use his tongue to press against my swollen clit. He flicked it up and down and back and forth as I thrust myself against his hand and he plunged into me with his fingers. He sucked the entire throbbing nub in between his sexy lips and nipped it softly, causing me to scream.

  As soon as I did, I covered my mouth with my hand, “Oh shit, I’m sorry!”

  He smiled. “No one else is here. It’s okay,” he said softly.

  He slid his fingers out and left me feeling empty and wanting. I was dying for more. He stood up and took his boxers off and I immediately reached out for his cock. I ran my fingertips across the shaft and then pulled myself up so that I could slip my lips around the slick head. He cried out as I did and I felt his legs quiver. I let my lips slide down slowly across the shaft as I used my tongue to stroke along the bottom. He began to move his hips gently, in and out as I licked and sucked and ran my tongue in swirls around the head. I used my hand to stroke him gently as he moved in and out of my mouth, gaining speed and momentum with each thrust. I felt his cock begin to swell and he quickly pulled back.

  He reached over to the nightstand and took a condom out of the drawer. Slipping it on, he lay down on his back on the bed, lifting me like a doll to sit up straight across his pelvis. His cock pressed against my inner thigh and I could feel it twitching and throbbing. I reached down and took it in my hand and pushing up on my knees, I lined it up with my opening. He put his hands on my hips and I slid down onto him. He brought me almost all the way down and then he used his hands to lift my hips back up and slide himself almost all the way out.

  Suddenly without warning, he thrust his hips up off the bed and pulled me into him simultaneously. We both cried out and we fell into a rhythm, me thrusting down, and him up. I leaned down to kiss his lips and after dragging his tongue against them he sat up slightly, wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me into him so my breasts were covering his face.

  He sucked on them hard while I continued to bounce up and down on top of him. He lay his head back down on the pillow again with his eyes half open. They were glazed over, making him almost look like he was in a trance. Grabbing my hips again he began to fuck me, forcefully now. Every time he slammed me down onto his pelvis I felt a shock of pure ecstasy surge through my body. Screw waiting, forget about going slow, making it last…we could always do it again. We both wanted that sweet release. I knew that I was aching for it.

  He left one hand on my hips to guide my movements up and down and he slid the other one between my legs and pressed his thumb against my clit. I felt like I was going to go insane with the pleasure. He rubbed it in circles and stroked it. I could feel the tender little mound of flesh growing bigger and harder. I felt moaning noises coming from somewhere even deeper than my throat, rising up, building into a scream that threatened to erupt as I bounced up and down on him.

  I leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and he moved the hand on my hip around and squeezed and kneaded my ass. I was riding him harder and faster. I couldn’t stop if I’d tried. I was in another dimension, getting wilder with each thrust until I felt the clench of my pussy muscles. Finally, the orgasm rose to the surface and came out with the scream, gathering in a pool at the base of his cock. He kept softly stroking my clit as I rode the waves and when my body finally went limp he wrapped his arms tightly around my body and held me against him as he thrust himself up into me. I couldn’t help myself; I started moving again, letting the mound of my pussy grind into the lower part of his belly. He held me tight and continued to thrust until I felt him tighten and swell inside of me and his legs and arms tensed up. Seconds later the orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave. I rode him softly until he’d finished his release and I felt him relax underneath me.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” he breathed out.

  I laid my body down against his and said, “I’m not. We are.”

  I snuggled deeper into his arms and I was just about to close my eyes when the door kicked off its hinges and Dax and I were staring into the long nose of an automatic rifle.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  DAX

  “What the fuck! Terrance you punk! What the hell are you doing?”

  Terrance was pointing his gun right in Olivia’s face. I knew he was probably pissed off because he found us together but the fact that he was holding a gun on her just made me see red. I jumped out of bed and without even thinking about it I grabbed the gun and pulled it out of his hand. I started swinging it. He took one in the side of the face and one to the shoulder before he went down to the floor. I tossed it aside and started pummeling him with my fists. I could hear Olivia saying my name and Terrance tel
ling me to stop. I was pissed, but I didn’t want to kill the bastard. Not yet, anyways. I put my hand to his throat, not hard enough to choke him, but with just enough pressure to keep him on the floor.

  “Dax, listen to me,” he said in a raspy voice. He was panting and gasping for breath. “Please, I just want to talk to you.”

  “Nice way of talking, asshole. You kick in the door and start waving a gun around.”

  “Please, Dax. Hear me out.”

  “Talk fast.”

  “My dad sent me a text. He said there was a cartel member down here causing trouble. He told me to get my ass over here. When I came in, no one was around. I heard noise in here and that’s the whole story, I swear. I didn’t know it was you and Olivia. I’m sorry I scared you, Liv. I’m sorry, Dax.”

  I got the feeling that he was telling the truth. I wasn’t going to let him just walk out of there that easily though.

  “What the hell are they into, Terrance? They’re mixed up with the fucking Cartel now?”

  “I don’t know what all they’re into Dax. They just treat me like a fucking errand boy, you know that. I know that there have been some meetings with the Mexicans up at the warehouse. I don’t get invited inside, so I don’t know what’s being said or changing hands.”

  “What’s in the crates that get delivered to Brock?”

  “Shit Dax, I don’t know. I fucking swear, I don’t know. Your brother and your father both scare the shit out of me. You think I’m going to ask either one of them?”

  I got off of him and said, “Get the fuck out of here Terrance.” He scrambled to his feet and then had the nerve to bend down to get his gun. I kicked it away and said, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  He didn’t say anything else. He glanced at Olivia before he left. It was a sad, hang-dog look, like she had done something to offend him. I think he had lost his mind.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her once he was gone.

  “Yeah, are you?”

  “Yeah, but I’m going to talk to Terrance’s Pop,” I told her as I dug through the drawers for a clean shirt.