The Last Check (Hell's Phoenix MC Series Book 2)

by Kristine Dugger

Well, she is ballsy for sure. I am liking it a lot. Fucking sexy as hell, with a unique name to match. I introduce myself, “I’m Ajax.”

  Presley scrunches up her nose. “I want your real name.”

  I grunt, “Why?”

  “Because…”

  “It’s Avery.”

  She smirks, “That’s a name I don’t mind screaming. Come find me later.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Hmmm.” She smirks once more at me before she walks away to her friends. This woman has no idea what she is asking for. But I like how bold she is. There is no fear in her. That might change after tonight.

  Chapter 2

  Avery

  The night was drawing to an end. Princess and I were practically eye fucking each other all night. She thinks she is cute. When I told her that I come after her, she made it clear to me that she is on the prowl for me. However, she is now playing cat and mouse. She has not been to my side of the bar since our last conversation. But the looks and walk-bys have definitely kept my interest. But watching her dance with her friends is what got me wanting her more and more. She was dancing seductively with all the other women on the floor, but it was as if she was dancing for me. The way she shook her hips to running her hands through her short hazelnut hair, made an impulsive side rise within me. I want her, and I will have her. The bar is soon closing, and she has no idea what I am about to do. She is getting what she wants. A man to come after her and take her.

  I threw a few twenties down on the bar for Dallas and the other bartender. It is enough to cover my bar tab and tip. I stand up and straighten my white shirt and leather cut. Princess is in my sight, drinking a beer and laughing with her friends. Time for our night cap.

  I charge over to where she was with her friends. She spots me coming near her and she smirks. I approach her and grab her beer, setting it on the high top. Her blues widen in excitement. Her friends smile in shock. I demand, “You’re coming with me, now.” My hand reaches for hers. “Good thing, you’re wearing jeans. You’re riding bitch.”

  She giggles, “I guess that means going for a ride.” Princess waves to her friends and says, “See you ladies later.”

  Still holding her hand, I guide her out the front door and to my silver Harley. We approach my bike. I hike my leg over and ignite it. I look at her and demand, “Get on.”

  Her eyes dance with elation. Surprisingly, she has not said anything smart. That’s fine. I need her saving her vocal chords. Princess climbs on and wraps her arms around my waist. She peeps, “I’m ready to ride. Get going.”

  Before I pull out of the bike spot, her hand creeps down toward my jeans, resting right next to my cock. Sensing her touch, it tightens up.

  I grin. This woman.

  We ride off to the compound.

  ***

  I slam her up against the wall, kissing her neck. One of her long legs wraps around my waist, digging her fucking heel into my ass. I grab a hold of her hair and tug. She yips, “Oh fuck.”

  Her anxious hands stroke my back, trying to tug on my shirt. I want to tell her to slow down. Before this goes any further, I need to make sure she is prepared to get down and dirty. I am going to fuck her brains out. I plan to take her as far as she will let me. I grab a hold of her and lift her off the floor, her back still pressing against the wall. Both of her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing tight. She moans, “Just fuck me.”

  I bite down on her neck.

  She groans, “Fuck, Avery. You’re being a tease. Stop being a prude.”

  I start to chuckle, “Princess, I’m not sure you can handle me.” I bite her neck once more.

  She moans again, “Oh my god. I can handle whatever you give me.”

  I remove my lips from biting her neck as if she is my victim from the afterlife.

  Her chest moving up and down rapidly, I stare into her blues. I whisper, “I’m going to dethrone you.”

  The intensity radiates from her. “Then fucking do it.”

  I slam my lips against hers, our tongues entering the ring and knocking each other out.

  Presley

  My legs drop to the floor. I reach for his belt buckle and flip it undone. His cock is ready to be released. His rough lips move back down to my collarbone. There was no nibbling. All vicious biting. His roughness almost made me cream myself. Down goes his zipper and soon, his jeans and boxers. His rock hard cock springs into action, ready to take me on. He grabs a hold of my jeans and pushes them down, exposing my lacey panties. Avery’s bites stop. Next up, goodbye panties.

  Those hazel eyes stare me down. He wants me, and I definitely want him. Mesmerized by the desire in his eyes. A finger slams into me, knocking me back against the wall. He smirks, “Nice and wet.”

  I look down at his cock patiently waiting for me.

  He grins, “I take it you want that.”

  I nod in anticipation.

  He shakes his head, “Tell me you want it.”

  I roll my eyes. “For real.”

  Another finger slides and pushes back, twiddling around. He grunts, “Say it.”

  I sigh, “Fine. I want it.”

  “Now, that wasn’t so hard. Princess, take off your shirt and bra.”

  Wait. What?

  He walks away and heads to the nightstand. He lifts his shirt over his head and then I hear a crinkle. Butt ass naked, decorated with tattoos turns toward me. His body is not only a work of art but sculpted body of masculinity. Good fucking God, I am in for it.

  Avery struts toward me and looks me up and down.

  He smirks, “Nice curves.”

  Before I could respond, he targets me with his lips and slams me back against the wall. Practically forcing my legs around him. Then bam. His cock maneuvers its way in me. Fuck, spot hit. I have never fucked anybody standing up. Shit, I had no clue it was possible. Another hard thrust pushes my back against the wall, somewhat kind of hurting. But I want more. I push my hips toward his, as he and the wall holds me up. Avery’s lips never left mine. My arms wrap around his neck, trusting he won’t let me go.

  Another push of his hips. A force unlike anything I have ever felt before. Hard, powerful and so fucking deep. I am going to lose it, like soon. I pull my lips from his, trying to grasp air. His mouth rips from mine and down to the other side of my neck and the happy biter is back. I moan, “Fuck, Avery.”

  He thrusts harder. My back screaming it hurts so good pain. Once more, he hits me. This is rough, dirty, and fucking unbelievable. His hips start to pump harder and faster. His rhythm starts fast, then slows, and then faster again. I am about to lose it. The buildup is kicking in. I grip him harder, digging my own nails into my skin. He isn’t stopping. Pushing. Thrusting. Biting. Fucking me like no one has before.

  I scream, “Avvvvverrrrrrryyy. Ohhhhhh my Goooooodddd.”

  He bites down harder on my neck and grunts, pumping his hips harder.

  My body falls limp as he holds me up with all his strength, moving his hips slower as he finishes coming.

  My back hurts from the force. My neck pulsates in pain.

  He grunts, “That’s just a preview of what you are in for tonight.”

  I whimper, “Yay!”

  ***

  My whole body hurts like hell. I rub my eyes and look around the room. Our clothes were scattered across the floor. Several condoms and their wrappers were next to the bed. My pussy hurts like it was the first time I have ever had sex.

  I get up and start to dress myself. The sheets ruffle and Avery awakens. His dirty blonde hair a mess, falling in front of his face. Looking at him made me realize I made the right decision last night. I pull up my bra strap.

  As Avery wakes up, he grabs my arm and asks, “What do you think you’re doing?”

  No alcohol. All me, I answer, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  “So, you’re a spit-fire all the time?”

  “For the most part. I take it you want this again?” I smirk while pointing at my body.

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bsp; “Could be.”

  “Simple question, yes or no.”

  “You were pretty easy last night. This time you are putting up a fight.”

  I lean in, coming face to face, looking into his intense hazel-blue eyes. “You’re not easy when you’re going in knowing who and how hard you want to be fucked. You were the easy one.”

  He squints his eyes at me, bringing his face closer to mine. “I’ve no problem being the whore if it means you let me fuck you like I did.” He grabs me around the waist and brings me close to him. My heart starts to race, trying to keep up with the beats. His lips slam against mine, causing me to succumb to whatever he wanted to do to me. He unhooks my bra and throws it to the side. Next, he tore my lace panties off.

  Looks like I won’t be wearing those again.

  Avery slams my body to the bed. He props his naked body over mine, moving his mouth to nibble on my neck. I whimper. “Oh my God. You win. Get a fucking condom.”

  His face comes close to mine once more. “Not yet, spice.”

  “What the fuck?”

  He ignores me as he bites his way down from my neck to my wet and willing pussy. Before going all in, he bites at my folds causing my body to arch. Then comes his tongue, slipping its way until it finds it prize. My clit. And he found it in no time. His tongue swivels around and around. I grip the pillows of the bed. There was no gentle tongue. It was all force, like he has been ravaging for a taste of me. Goosebumps start to prickle on my skin. My breaths becoming asthmatic. My body patiently waiting to spasm. So damn close.

  Then...pow. Two fingers push into my pussy and one up my asshole.

  What the fuck?

  I complain, “Seriously, the fucking shocker.”

  He bites down on my folds, bringing me back to the whole purpose of him coming down on me. His tongue continues to go spastic, his fingers not letting up. My body is ready to fall fucking apart. This is the roughest go down session I have ever had.

  I start to grip the pillow harder. His mouth follows my body as it arches. My body becoming numb as I plummet into a raging yet blissful orgasm.

  I scream, “Holy fuck. Oh my God.”

  ***

  It took a few minutes to catch my breath after his category five hurricane of a tongue demolished my island of clit. He comes up beside me, smiling as if he did a good job. And he did.

  Once I caught my breath, I comment, “You sure know how to make a goodbye memorable.”

  He flips his hair back and says, “I figured you deserved a parting gift.”

  “I feel so bad because I’ve nothing to offer in return,” sarcastically saying as I put my hands to my chest.

  He winks, “You’ve given plenty.”

  Changing the subject, I ask, “So, yeah, can you give me a ride home?”

  Avery and his oh so naked fine ass gets out of the bed. This man’s body is a perfect ten and I was all over that body last night.

  He mumbles, “Yeah. Where do you live?”

  With an awkward smile and tone, “Southside of town.”

  And then I got the look. The look like “you got to be kidding me.” His eyes, even with that look, are so intense. It is like he wasn’t sure what to do with me, tear my clothes off and fuck me again or spank me. The kinky girl in me would love both.

  Avery grabs his jeans off the floor and starts to dress himself. I lick my lips as he bends down again, showing every muscle pop in his torso. He is truly a work of art, tattooed art.

  He comments, “Get dressed and we will get going.”

  I salute him. “Yes, sir.”

  He goes stern, “Don’t do that.”

  “Okay. I was just playing.”

  “Yeah. Hurry up.” Feeling like a complete jack ass because I saluted him and he didn’t like it. I get up from the bed and start to dress myself. I search the room for my top and there it was, lying next to a pile of rubbers. Fan-freakin-tastic.

  Avery wearing nothing but his blue jeans picks up my shirt and throws it at me, practically hitting me in the face. He grins, “You’re a dirty girl, princess.”

  I roll my eyes. “Here we go with the princess thing again. Seriously?”

  He laughs, “You just need to accept who you are.”

  Putting my blouse on over my head, I muffle, “I’ll accept that I’m a queen.”

  “Queens are married.”

  Damn him. He is right. “Whatever.”

  He laughs, “That is what I thought.”

  This time, I am looking around for my heels. Goodness, we were ravenous last night. One heel was on one side of the room and the other on the other side. I grab both of them and say, “Well, I’ll meet you outside.”

  I walk out of his room while he finishes getting himself all pretty with his man-bun.

  Chapter 3

  Avery

  This is definitely a first for me. A woman I just banged on the back of my bike as she grips me tight. Normally, this would never happen. I just do not let anybody ride on the back of my bike. And here I am, letting this woman ride bitch. I would be kidding myself if I said I did not like this porcelain beauty with a breakable side. She was a lot of fun last night. Most women cannot hang when I go ballistic like that. Not Presley, she handled all of me quite well. If she would have wanted to stay, I would have graciously accepted the invitation to fuck her until she could not walk. But she showed no signs of wanting to stay. Instead, she got dressed and asked for a ride home. Bold, I tell you.

  Most of the women I bring back to the compound, I would not even bother with fucking again. Okay, I take that back. Some I allow to come back because they were guaranteed fucks. Those tend to be the bitches that swarm the bar for any biker that would give them attention. Yeah, my brothers and I share women like that.

  But this one. If she ever shows her pretty face again, no one will get her but me. I will make sure of that. Yes, I am claiming her from my brothers. And I fucking do not care. I like this one. However, I am not showing her just yet.

  I guide my bike onto the interstate leading us toward her side of town. Fuck, it is a forty-five-minute drive from the shop. If I am riding my bike this far for a woman, she better give a proper goodbye.

  As I speed up, her hold tightens around my waist. Her chin rests on my shoulder. A faint giggle escapes from her. I can only imagine her smiling as she holds me. I smirk. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I even fucking care?

  We pull up to a gated community of homes. Security was at the entrance of this hilling community that looked way too fancy for the likes of me. We stop at the security booth. The woman in the booth looks at me like I need to be arrested for even attempting to enter.

  Presley comments, “Hey, Rhonda. It is just me, Presley Cooper.”

  The brute woman loosens up and smiles, “Biker this time.”

  This time!

  Presley again, “Ha!”

  Shaking her head at Presley, she commands, “Move along, you two.”

  Before riding off, Presley squeezes me and says, “My place is all the way at the end. I live in one of the condos that overlooks the ball field. 225 Berry Lane.”

  I answer, “All right.”

  I guide my bike in the direction she said to go. This neighborhood is fucking ridiculous. The homes were huge. What the hell does she do for a living? Some of the neighbors were working on their lawns as we pass by. Everyone stopping what they were doing to look at the biker and the community’s princess riding in. I do not get uncomfortable by much, but this right here makes me uneasy. She did not belong at my bar last night, and I do not belong in this neighborhood.

  I slow down as I see the address of her connected two-story townhome. We pull into the driveway. Two-car garage that looks bigger on the outside than my home. I turn the bike off. She gets off and stares at me. She starts to open her mouth when I interrupt, “Do you live with your parents?”

  She steps back in shock and answers, “Fuck no. I own my home.”

  Confused for two reasons. One, y
oung woman owning a big townhouse on the Southside of town overlooking the baseball field. Two, why the fuck do I even care? “Just curious.”

  She laughs, “You’re not the only one.” She pauses. “Well, thanks for last night.”

  “And…”

  Her smile radiates while she rolls her eyes. “And this morning.”

  “You’re welcome but I was referencing to the ride home.”

  Her expression goes serious. “A simple thank you isn’t enough.” She grabs my hand. “Come. Literally.”

  And here is my parting gift.

  She leads me up the stairs to the entryway of her home. Her key clicks as she unlocks the door. She turns my way, giving me a devilish smile. As we walk into her home, Presley comments, “You’re on my turf now. Follow me.”

  That is exactly what I did. She leads me through her catalog living room past the open concept kitchen toward her room.

  Both of us in her room. She lifts up her tank top, exposing bruises from last night’s conquest. She smirks, “Too bad you are covered with tattoos. This is what you did to me last night. It is only fair I return the favor.”

  I grin, “How are you going to do that?”

  “Get naked.”

  “Excuse me.”

  “You heard me.”

  “I don’t take orders.”

  “I’m asking. Will you get naked?” She walks toward me. “Fuck it. I will do it for you.”

  Her lips slam against mine, knocking me back a step. As she pulls away, she bites down on my lip. I take off my cut and throw it on the bench in front of her bed. She grabs a hold of my shirt, forcing it over my head. Next, her anxious hands undid my belt and jeans. Down my jeans went. Her hand reaches underneath my boxers and grabs a hold of my cock. She starts to pump slowly but hard. I had to take a deep breath in.

  Presley drops to her knees, bringing down my boxers at the same time. Her sapphire eyes look up at me and demands, “I expect you to grab my hair and tug as I suck you off.”

  Instant gratification. Holy shit, that has to be one of the hottest things any woman has said to me.

  Her mouth wraps around my erect cock. Down the shaft she goes, cupping my balls in her hands. I grab a hold of her short hair and twist. She murmurs causing my cock to tighten. Another deep breath. Up and down her head bobs. Deep throating me. My eyes start to roll back, feeling the urge to explode all in her. Then her teeth gently press down on the end of the shaft, sending a zing throughout my body. I can’t believe she is biting down on me and it fucking feels like…Oh shit. She bites and sucks. Fuck me. I moan, “Shit. Fuck. Princess.”