by Hunt, Lauren
Miguel finally looked down at the file. He examined the photos closely and sighed. I had him right where I wanted.
“We already identified who the other shooters are.” I pulled out the rap sheets of each shooter involved.
“Cut the bullshit, lady. If this was about the shooting, you'd have these guys in cuffs and not me.”
I stood up from the table and paced around the room. “You're a smart man, Miguel.”
Miguel was indeed very smart. I had read his file the FBI had on him. He grew up on the streets after his mother and father were gunned down right in front of him. At the age of fifteen, he joined the Los Diablos and at eighteen, he became their leader. Flash forward forty-five years later and his club owned the east side of town, knocking out all the other Mexican clubs with barely any bloodshed. He never got his hands dirty which was why he was able to stay out of jail all this time.
“I want to offer you a deal.” I walked behind him and continued, “I don't want your club. The Los Diablos aren't even on my radar.” I sat back down at the table to gauge his reaction. “All I want is the Dark Steel MC.”
Miguel's eyebrow arched. “You're full of shit.”
“Cut the attitude, Miguel. We both know you've doing this too long to be angry at the law anymore.”
Miguel shifted in his seat. “What do I get it?”
“Your club will have full immunity. Give me everything you have on Dark Steel and your members won't be charged.”
Miguel pushed the file back towards me. “And what about this?”
“We'll charge the one that died with the murder of the waiter and everyone else will get away scot-free. We all win.”
Miguel folded his hands and sighed. “I want all this in writing and I want my lawyer to go over it.”
I glanced over at the two-way mirror and nodded. Dark Steel would finally be mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Winter
I woke up from my nap feeling rested and recharged. I went to the bathroom and examined my face. Jenny was wrong, I didn't look much different—just a little wrecked. I definitely felt different. I found a man that I actually loved. Happiness overwhelmed me. Things were moving so fast which was scary but exciting.
I checked my phone and saw a missed message.
Axe: All done here. I need to see you. Can I pick you up?
He sounded so urgent. I smiled and replied back.
Winter: Why the rush? You can't live with out me already?
Axe: Your lips are addictive.
My face flushed red. He made me feel wanted—desired.
Winter: I like the way yours taste.
Axe: I'm coming over right now.
Oh shit! I'm not even dressed yet. I quickly typed back a reply.
Winter: Can you give me thirty minutes? I just woke up and still need to get ready.
Axe: I'm sure you look amazing. I'm on my way. Be there in fifteen.
Dammit! Why was he so controlling? I threw my phone on the bed and rushed to the closet. Nothing looked good. What would Axe like? I pulled out a short skirt and tight tank-top that never really fit. I tried it on and looked just like a biker chick. With some dark make-up, I could really look the part. If Axe was taking me to the motorcycle club, then I needed to fit in.
A knock at the door interrupted me brushing my hair. I thought it would be best to make him wait. Let him stew a little bit. He shouldn't be so controlling.
“I'll get it, Winter!”
Oh shit! Jenny! I didn't want them to meet yet.
I ran out of the bathroom and into the living room but I was too late—Jenny had already opened the door.
“Hi Axe, I'm Winter's roommate, Jenny.” She took his hand.
“It's nice to meet you.” Axe walked in and spotted me. We had only been apart for a few hours but he wasn't kidding about needing to see me. Axe rushed right by Jenny and made a bee-line straight to me.
My heart raced and adrenaline pumped through my veins. I breathed hard as Axe took me in his arms and kissed my lips firmly. I melted away into nothingness. His scent was mesmerizing. My knees felt weak and I almost fell to the ground. I let Axe hold me up as he broke away. My eyes fluttered back open and I wondered why he stopped at all. I looked past Axe and realized that Jenny was still standing there spying on us.
I wiped my mouth with my arm. “Sorry, Jenny.”
She crossed her arms and smiled. “Can't keep your hands off each other, eh? I miss that phase of the relationship.”
Jenny was boy-crazy and brought guys home all the time. The problem was: they only stayed for the one night and that was it. Jenny was fucking sexy but she attracted the wrong type of guy. It wasn't all their fault thought. The last time she had a real relationship was in high school but she was cheated on and never learned to trust men after that.
“We should get going, Axe,” I said, tugging at his arm.
Axe looked confused and hungry—not for food, but for me. I wanted him to take me in my bedroom but the time wasn't right. I didn't want to flaunt Axe in front of Jenny any longer. It just wouldn't be right.
“Are you sure you guys don't want to stay?” she asked.
I knew she was just trying to be polite. Deep down she was crying inside. “I wish we could but Axe wanted to show me his Motorcycle Club.”
I pulled Axe by the arm until he finally budged and followed me out. “See you later, Jenny.”
“Nice to meet you,” Axe said.
Jenny waved goodbye and locked the door behind us.
“What was all that about?” he asked as we walked down the hallway.
“She doesn't have a boyfriend right now and I don't want to make her jealous.”
Axe nodded and pressed the button for the elevator. “If she wasn't there, I would have taken you on the floor of the apartment.”
This man really knows how to get my blood pumping.
The elevator dinged and we stepped inside. As I pushed the button for the ground floor, I realized that we were standing in a tight box and there was no escape. Axe grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the wall. His mouth hit mine and I moaned as his hands skimmed all over me.
Was he going to fuck me right here in the elevator!
Axe hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, thrusting his hand between my thighs, his fingers brushing against my sex. “Your so wet, Winter.” He pulled my soaked panties to the side and forced one finger into me. I shuddered as he slid it in and out. The pleasure was overwhelming. He stuck his second finger in, curving them, stretching me more and more.
“Oh my god, Axe.” My release was so close. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes.
Ding!
Axe immediately withdrew and turned around as the elevator doors opened.
No! No! The trip was over too soon and I wasn't done yet.
I pulled my skirt down and fixed my hair as Mrs. Johnson walked in carrying her toy poodle. She was an old lady that lived a couple doors down from me. The dog barked at Axe. I smiled at her and exited the elevator, feeling supremely embarrassed.
I followed him outside to the parking lot, almost tripping over my feet. I watched him put his two fingers in his mouth and taste me. “You're so sweet, Winter.”
My body surged with desire. How much more teasing could I take? “Fuck me now, Axe. I don't care where,” I whispered. “I need you inside me right now or I'm going to explode.”
Axe smiled and rested his fingers on my lips. I could taste the tiniest bit of my salty self. “Just a little while longer, baby.”
He handed me a bike helmet and jumped on. I fit my head and hair into the helmet and joined him on the motorcycle. He brought the the thing to life and I'd totally forgotten about the vibrations.
How was I going to make it without coming all over his bike?
I hugged him hard and we sped away. I tried to think of anything to keep my climax at bay: Jenny, the strip club, but nothing worked. The vibrating seat rumbled beneath me and hit my fleshy hood in th
e perfect spot. I felt up Axe's strong chest and breathed heavily. I couldn't hold back any longer. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure, rocking my hips back and forth on seat. I was so wet that a puddle was pooling below.
The intense vibrations stopped as Axe turned off his bike.
Fuck! Fuck! Not again!
“We're here,” Axe announced.
I got off the bike and could feel my wetness running down my thighs. I pulled off my helmet and saw a big sign that said: The Burger Joint.
Axe smiled. “Are you all right, Winter? Your face is all red.”
I blushed even more. He knew exactly why I was all red.
“So this is the Dark Steel MC?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not exactly.” Axe led me inside the burger restaurant. The place was completely packed and there was a line of people wrapped around. The smell of meat, lettuce, and tomatoes made my stomach growl. We went through the small kitchen and to a back door.
“This is the MC,” he said, opening the door.
Chapter Seventeen
Axe
I could still feel her wetness on my fingers as we entered The Burger Joint. Touching her in the elevator was so hot and the taste of her was unforgettable. I wanted to fuck her so hard and she wanted it too. But it was fun watching her squirm. She was so close to coming—and so was I. Thank Christ, she didn't touch me over my pants in the elevator. One stroke and I would've unloaded inside my jeans.
I brought her into the MC and showed her around. Zane was at his usual spot by the bar, cleaning his guns. That man had an obsession. Maverick was behind the counter, pouring beers and mixing drinks.
There was way too many people to introduce Winter to. I'd never brought a girl to the club before. Well I take that back. I'd brought plenty of girls to the MC before but not like this. Not in a situation where I needed to introduce her.
I put two fingers in my mouth—the same two fingers—and whistled. “Can I get everyone's attention?” Rowan looked up behind his glasses and Jasper woke up from sleeping on the pool table.
“I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Winter.”
Winter looked at me with a shocked face and I smiled back. What are you thinking, Axe? You just met her and already calling her your girlfriend. Have you even had a girlfriend before?
I told my subconscious to shut the fuck up. The guys all gave their version of hello to Winter. Hammer came out from the back and nodded.
“Nice to meet you all,” Winter said with a nervous smile.
“Want a drink?” I asked. I knew she wanted me to fuck her as soon as possible but I needed to tease her just a little bit longer.
She grit her teeth and replied, “Sure, a drink sounds nice.”
“Maverick! Get me a beer and something fruity for the lady.”
We walked over and sat down at the bar next to Zane. “Don't you think those guns are clean enough?” I asked him.
Zane looked up with a blank face. “It don't matter. It helps me think.”
“What would you like to drink, Winter?” Maverick asked.
I watched closely as she contemplated what to get. Her nose scrunched up and looked so cute. I wanted to kiss her all over.
“Strawberry margarita if you have it.”
Maverick grinned. “We have more booze than a liquor store.”
“This place is really cool,” Winter said. Her hands moved up and down her thighs, barely lifting up her skirt as she went. She was playing hardball with me.
Two could play at that game. She thought I was some sort of gentleman—I was not.
I place my hand on her bare thigh and ran it up slowly along the inside. She tensed up immediately and held her breath. She was mine to do with as I pleased.
“Here's your drinks,” Maverick said, setting down a pink glass in front of Winter and a beer bottle in front of me. “You look familiar,” he said to Winter, tapping his finger against his lip.
Winter giggled.
Maverick's eyes lit up. He realized it was from the strip club. “Axe, you sick dog.”
I chuckled and took a swig of my beer while still teasing Winter with my other hand.
She carefully sipped her drink without spilling any. “This tastes amazing,” she choked out.
Enough teasing. Anymore and I'd have to take her right here on the bar in front of everyone. The things I could do to that body. “Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs.”
Maverick patted his large belly. “Don't have too much fun.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and Winter waved. For hanging out with a bunch of criminals, she seemed to do a very good job. I brought her upstairs and to the room I used to sleep over when I had too much to drink—which was most nights.
The bed with its flannel sheets was unmade and dirty clothes were sprawled all over the floor. I didn't usually care what the chicks I brought home thought about me. But with Winter I did. I quickly gathered my clothes into a pile and tossed them into a closet.
“This is nice,” Winter said, running her fingertips across the dusty desk in the corner.
“It's just a place to crash after long nights.”
Winter nodded and walked to me. “So am I your girlfriend now?”
I gulped. I was hoping she would have forgotten all about that. “I'm not sure. Do you want to be?”
She pouted her lips. “That's not what you said downstairs.” Winter placed her hands on my chest.
My heart beat fast. “Will you be my old lady, Winter?”
She beamed up at me and smiled. “I assume that's the motorcycle club version of a girlfriend?”
I nodded and embraced her, trailing my kisses down her forehead and to her nose. The hardness in my pants grew. I kissed her lips lightly, pulling away before she could invade me with her tongue.
“You better fuck me now, Axe. I won't take anymore of this teasing bullshit.”
I saluted her. “Yes, ma'am!”
Chapter Eighteen
Winter
Girlfriend!
Axe actually called me his girlfriend—even in front of all his badass friends. Things were moving quickly but in the right direction. He seemed like the type of man to sleep with a girl for one night and never call again. I made a mental note to ask him about his past relationships when he got a chance. But right now, I needed him to fuck me...now more than ever. I wanted to be all his.
Axe asked if I wanted a drink and I tried to telepathically send him a message. You bastard! I don't want a drink, I want you to take me right now! I smiled to him and nodded. I would play his game for a little while longer.
I met some of his “brothers” as he called it. For criminals, they were actually pretty nice. Nicer than most people. I sipped my strawberry margarita and listened to Maverick's jovial laugh. Axe really cared for these guys like they were his real family. Such a tough exterior but inside his heart was gigantic. I hoped there was room in there to love me.
“Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs,” Axe said.
Praise the lord!
Axe held my hand as he showed me to his room. This must have been where they raised pigs because the place was dirtier than a farm. The drywall had cracks and holes all over—damage done by angry fists. I walked over to Axe and put my hands on his chest. I brought up the girlfriend thing and he tried to deflect out of embarrassment. I just wanted him to admit it to me while we were alone.
He asked, “Will you be my old lady, Winter?”
I could barely contain my excitement. I wanted to jump up and down on the bed and scream to the world that Axe was my boyfriend. He kissed me gently on my forehead and only let me get a taste of his lips. Anger was bubbling in my throat. No more teasing!
Axe's ravenous hunger for me showed as he pushed me against the closed door, raising my hands above my head. He tongue danced on mine, his biker scent filling my nose. Axe clawed at my tank-top until it was over my head and discarded onto the messy floor. I unla
tched my bra and let it fall to the ground, my naked chest all for him. Axe pushed my breasts together, making a valley of cleavage. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they became hard and erect.
“I want you so bad, Axe,”” I breathed. Axe's massive erection poked through under his jeans. His eyes returned to me with fiery desire.