Nothing Lasts Forever
Scarlett Black
Nothing Last Forever
Copyright © 2018 By Scarlett Black
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover Art by Covered Creatively
WARNING: This book contains sexual situations and VERY adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.
Dedication
To the girl with the all words and strength to push those around you forward. Dana, the real Dana, this book is for you! Enjoy, my bestie.
To the authors, thank you for taking a chance on an unknown author. Your support means the world to little ol’ me.
To the people who read book one and are now reading book two, thank you, peeps!
Not to forget my Battle Born Bitches! Thank you for taking a chance on a person that you have never met. You bitches rock. Thank You.
#ForeverWild
#BattleBornBitches
Nothing Lasts Forever
Axl has it all as the VP of the MC he loves in Reno, Nevada. Living a life free of worries has never been an issue for him. He’s partied and lived fast with the best of them. He’s never truly had to deal with the repercussions of his actions. Until his world is shattered right before his eyes…
Dana has always been the heart of her girls and family. If her past has taught her anything, it’s that, eventually, those you love will always leave you. Can she have faith that, even though mistakes are made and people change, love will bring them back to her?
Nothing in life lasts forever, but forever in love is just what they might get.
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, at 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 it up to my youth, I am experiencing everything that I can.
Since we are pledging in as brothers in the Battle Born MC tomorrow, there are no guarantees in this life after that, 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 it off to Tank, I turn to shove that motherfucker back. Stumbling a few steps forward, he turns back around to face me. “Sorry.” He says it, but not really giving one fuck that he slammed into me as he smiles like the dickhead that he is. Dickhead turns back around to his date, throwing an arm around the hot blonde bitch that 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 them, 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, princess,” 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 that she has a disposable camera in her hand. I pull her close to me. “Come on, beautiful, take a pic with me? That way 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 it 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 both smile when I push the button to snap the picture.
She turns around, so I grab her by her shirt to pull her to me and lay a smacking big kiss on her juicy pink lips while snapping another picture of us. Her hands go straight to my chest for balance, and then relaxes herself into the kiss.
I start walking backward and Blondie follows me over to the guys. I pocket her camera as I introduce her and take my beer back from Tank. I wash down that hot kiss with a cold drink. Blondie eyes me over the white plastic cup that someone must’ve given her, then grabs the bottle from my hand. She shoots the rest down and 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 it off. 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 entertaining them. 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 are lit. We are so high off weed and hormones. Blonde Girl and I rub all over each other when 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 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 skirt up. I pull my mouth from her breast, releasing the nipple with a pop to gaze over he
r almost naked body. I run my fingers over the pink thong she’s wearing, 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 up to my 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 on.
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 November Rain 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 the night the girls get stoned…
Axl
Coming out of Church, I think over what Blade and I relayed to the other chapters, the information that our club gathered on Skid and that other 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 take a hit off the joint is hot as fuck, but it also pisses me off that she did this at the club without me 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 happily, “Princess, I have all your needs right here.” I step back to look down at my dick and catch her eyes staring at it 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 one and bring her eyes back to mine, “I will take your body. Just be warned, Dana, when you do kiss me, you will be mine. I would rather take you sober, but don’t mistake, I’ll take you any way 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 Vegas, but I don’t lose sight of Dana’s light blue eyes. So rarely will she look at me in the eyes. I run the tips of 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 desperately crave with her.
“Easy, lady killer, you don’t have to confess your undying love for me. Keep it casual, big guy.” Kat lets the fucker 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.
Finally giving 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, and 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 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.
Her head whips in my direction and she eyeballs me with her icy 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 into 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 it is gifting me with a sense of peace. Blade did give me the option of staying at her house with her. I said no knowing that she would be forced to sleep in the same bed as me if we stayed 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 ‘98, 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 too. We could go together, if they ever put on a show in Las Vegas again.” She lets a long sigh out. Rolling to her left side, facing me, she smiles when she asks, “Tell me about that concert, was it your first?” Running my fingers from her calf up 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 then, and my 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, 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’re very close with your dad, aren’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.
∞ ∞ ∞
I’m lying on my back, fighting to stay asleep, but the sun’s rays hit my face through the window and wake me from a deep, comfortable unconsciousness. My hand naturally glides across the cool sheets looking for Dana’s hot body. My body’s craving hers for comfort. All I find, though, is cool empty sheets. Popping an eye open, I’m frustrated when I can’t see her anywhere and realize that she’s left the room without me. I toss the covers back and locate my jeans from the night before, shoving my legs through, then stomping down the hallway in search of her.
I round the corner from the main room and find Tank and Blade by the kitchen door. Blade’s arms are crossed over his chest and he’s standing in the hallway blocking the way in. Tank places a finger to his mouth to shush me. Curiosity over what they’re watching has me walking closer.
In the kitchen, I see the girls standing around, dressed in nothing but all our t-shirts, except for Vegas who’s already in her workout clothes. Blade’s face is impassive as always. If you didn’t know him, he would look like he couldn’t care less. But the tiny wrinkles around his eyes say otherwise. He loves that crazy bitch, Vegas.
“Is this bitch still high?” Kat says to Dana who’s blowing on her black coffee.
Dana answers, “Nope, I think she’s hungover, but still high on Blade though. I asked her how the rest of her night was, and she got this faraway look in her eyes. She was daydreaming, and I didn’t want to shake her out of it.” Dana flips her hand, disregarding the scene before us like she’s used to Vegas daydreaming frequently.
“Must've been one hell of a fuck then,” Kat reasons, with Dana nodding along.
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