Dirty Biker (An MC Motorcycle Romance) (The Maxwell Family)

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by Alycia Taylor


  When we reached the lake, I looked out over the calm water. It was so still that it looked like a huge mirror. I could see the silver reflection of the moon in it and the trees that surrounded it.

  “It’s so pretty,” I told him. “I haven’t been here in a long time.”

  “Me neither,” he said. “Not since the last time I was here with you.”

  It would have been the summer before we left for college. The year that Dax was arrested and both of our lives had radically changed.

  I pulled off my shirt and skirt, stripping down to my bikini. I would take off my flip-flops when we reached the edge of the lake. You never really knew what people would throw down in the sand. I looked at him and he was watching me.

  “Are you going in?” I asked him.

  “Yep, I was enjoying the warm-up show,” he said.

  “Oh? I’m a warm-up show, am I?”

  He grinned and pulled me against him, hard. I turned my face up to his and he looked down at me and said, “Yep and the main event and the closer. You’re the whole show, baby.”

  His mouth found mine and we shared a long, slow kiss. Our tongues entwined and I could taste champagne on us both. It was so easy for me to melt into his big arms. I loved him like I knew I would never love anyone else in my life. He let his hands run down my back and then I felt them hot against the curves of my ass through my bikini bottoms.

  “Let’s get in,” he said, when we came up for air. I wrinkled my nose, but after he’d stripped to his boxers, I took his hand and let him lead me in to where the water covered just up over my ankles.

  “It’s cold!” I squealed.

  “Don’t be such a baby!” he said.

  He grabbed me and as I struggled, we both toppled forward into the cold water. We came up sputtering and laughing.

  After sharing a few more kisses I said, “At the risk of sounding like a baby, I’m freezing!”

  He laughed and said, “Me too.”

  We climbed out hand in hand and each of us wrapped in one of the big towels he had brought. He put his arm around me and we walked back over to where the toasty fire was still burning. Dax poured me another glass of champagne and opened himself a beer. We sat by the fire and cuddled while talking about his business and what his plans were for it. I thought about bringing up school, but the timing just didn’t seem right.

  Chapter Ten

  Dax

  I’m not sure how many beers I had before I realized I had been talking almost non-stop for an hour. Olivia was so sweet; she was just sipping her champagne and listening to me. I glanced at the empty bottle of champagne and decided that sipping maybe wasn’t the right word. We had cleaned the food off the blanket and laid back on it. I started grabbing and tickling her first and then we wrestled around. It ended up in another passionate kiss that started fires in both of us that burned hotter than the one in the pit. The cold of the lake and the chill of the night air was all forgotten. We were both burning up with the heat that burned inside of us for each other and maybe a bit of alcohol.

  We lay facing each other, with our tongues tangled up in passion and our hands tracing each other’s bodies like we were both blind and had never seen each other. I found the ties that held her bikini top on and as I was sucking on her sweet neck I set her gorgeous breasts free under the moonlight. I couldn’t help but let out a groan when I saw them.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her before covering one of them with my mouth.

  I traced circles around her hard nipples and then I began to nibble on them, first one and then the other. She moaned and squirmed on the blanket as I sucked on one and tweaked the other one with my fingers.

  “Oh God, Dax!” she cried out, fueling my passion at the sound of her breathless voice.

  I bit down a little harder on her right breast, not enough to hurt, just enough to hopefully make her sweet pussy wet. She let out a little squeal. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me tighter into her chest.

  I sucked and licked and nibbled for a long time until she finally released my head. I lay back on the blanket and looked at her, lying there topless under the stars. I reached over and ran my hand across her breasts again, loving the way her rock hard nipples felt underneath the palms of my hand.

  “You’re so sexy,” I told her.

  My speech was slightly slurred from all the alcohol, but the words were completely serious. She smiled and reached over to touch my chest. As her hands ran across my chest I undid the ties at the side of her bikini bottoms and pulled them off of her. Then I cupped her ass with both hands and pulled her up against me. I loved the way it felt to be bare chest to bare chest with her. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I knew it wasn’t from the cold.

  I went in for another deep, hot kiss. We both sighed when we had to pull apart so that we could breathe. Breathing was really overrated when kissing Olivia was the alternative.

  “I think one of us is overdressed for this party,” she said, her words as slurred as mine.

  I looked down as her hands found the waistband of my boxers and began tugging them down. I lifted my hips to help her and then watched as she pulled them down over my ankles and off my feet.

  “That’s much better,” she said with a devilish grin.

  She was still down around the bottom of my legs and she reached up with one of her hot little hands and wrapped it around my throbbing cock. I gasped out loud and closed my eyes, immersing myself in the sensations.

  She began slowly pumping it up and down. I heard a loud, deep moan escape from my throat. I felt her stop and just as I opened my eyes to see what was happening, I saw her beautiful lips wrap around it. I kept my eyes open, watching her head bob up and down on it while feeling her tongue stroking the length of my shaft. She looked up at me with her gorgeous big eyes and smiled around me. It may have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She began sucking it with a passion. Between the sight of her and the feel of her lips wrapped tightly around me, I was afraid I was going to cum already.

  “Fuck, you better stop. I don’t want this to be over too soon.”

  She let the shaft slide out, inch by inch until her tongue was at the very tip. She smiled again and swirled her tongue around head. I moaned loudly. Hopefully there were no wild animals around the lake to hear and come running. I think if they did, I’d have to fight them off with one hand while she finished. Nothing could stop me now.

  When she was finished with her tongue-swirling torture, she climbed up on me and kissed my lips. While our lips were pressed together, I reached down between us and found her other lips and after teasing them for a few seconds, I found the hood of her hard clit and began to rub it. I felt her moan against my mouth and as I kept rubbing and pulling at it, she had to stop kissing me so that she could groan out loud.

  “Oh fuck, Dax! That feels so good!” she shouted, forcing out each word.

  She was the one who felt good in my hands…every inch of her. She was soaking wet and I slipped a finger inside of her and watched her face twist with passion. I slipped another inside of her and she began to move her hips. I could feel her grinding against my pelvis, riding my fingers, and I could hear the soft noises the juices she made were producing. All of that coupled with being outside in the fresh air and under the stars was like a beautiful drug…one that I never wanted out of my system.

  “Mm! Oh Dax! It feels so good!” she said in a deep, husky voice. “I…want…your…cock…inside of me. Fuck me Dax….”

  I pulled out my fingers and she groaned. Then I ran them across her sweet lips, leaving her own juices there. She parted them and moaned as I licked her sweetness off of her own lips. Then I grabbed her back and her ass and flipped us over so that her back was against the blanket. I climbed on top of her, planning to slip my cock inside, but I couldn’t get the taste of her off my mind.

  I slipped down her body slowly until my face was between her legs. Then, I used my tongue to lick slowly up and down as
she squirmed and writhed and clamped her thighs on my head and begged for more. I finally opened her up with my tongue and pressed my face against her swollen clit. She screamed out so I did it some with more passion, driving my tongue into her as deep as it would go and thriving on the sounds of pleasure that she was crying out. I suddenly felt her whole body tense up and I knew she was about to cum. I didn’t let up until she screamed and I felt all of her body relax again, except her legs, which were still quivering.

  I climbed up to her face and kissed her lips once more. I pulled my head up and looked into her eyes as I finally slipped my cock inside of her. I loved the look of ecstasy on her face as she felt me fill her up. She was so velvety soft and wet that I slipped right in and once I was inside she used her muscles to clamp down around me tightly.

  I lifted up on my arms and as I moved in and out of her, she put her hands on my ass and used it as a guide. At first it was slow and easy and then I could feel her pressing harder and faster. I went with it, giving her whatever she wanted because it all felt like heaven to me. Before long I was plunging in and out of her at a frantic pace. She pulled her legs up to her chest so that I could reach the bottom. I slid a hand down and played with her clit as I thrust in and out of her.

  She smiled a sexily when she felt my body tense and she whispered into my ear, “Come for me baby.”

  I was sure that was all I could take but suddenly I could feel her hands on my back and just before she came again herself, I felt her nails grip my skin. It was hot enough to push me completely over the edge and as I released I felt my whole body convulse.

  When we both finally came down from a high, I collapsed next to her with one leg across her and one arm underneath her. We cuddled like that for a long time and then we both fell asleep. Neither of us woke up until hours later when the fire died down and we were frozen. We were sober by that time at least.

  I took her home where she could be warm and toasty. I kissed her goodnight at the door like a regular boyfriend. It was nice.

  Chapter Eleven

  Olivia

  I slept in late the day after our date. It had been such an amazing night, but I had drunk a lot more than I usually did and getting out of bed was a chore. It was ten o’clock by the time I finally finished showering and dressing. I wanted to get to the registrar’s office at the college before they shut down for lunch, so I hurried out.

  It was over an hour drive and when I got there I saw that everyone had the same idea that I did. I took a number, it was eighty-two. The one lit up that they were working on and it was currently sixty-two. I found a comfortable spot to sit down. I played games on my phone and checked my Facebook. I did a lot of people watching too. It was weird being back there again. The first time I registered I had really been a whole different person. None of the cynicism that was currently in my heart was there back then. I at least hoped I had matured some…I think I had.

  When it was my turn, everything went smoothly. I gave the lady my list of classes and my fee waiver forms. My financial aid was approved according to her records, so it was just a matter of time before the deposit came. She gave me another paper that was a fee waiver for my books and said I just had to give it to them with a copy of my schedule at the bookstore. I went there next and picked up my three giant text-books that were required for my classes.

  I got in my car at around three and realized I was starving. I hadn’t eaten since Dax and my picnic the night before. As I drove through town I passed Mel’s. It was a tiny restaurant that had a stage and usually a live band or a stand-up comic performing while you ate. Dax and I used to go there all the time and the sight of it made me nostalgic.

  I parked and went inside. The place hadn’t changed at all. It was decorated with a jersey from every college football team in California. There were pictures here and there of college players and trophies and medals that had been donated. The hostess led me to a table where I could see the stage. I ordered a jalapeno burger and seasoned fries, just like Dax and I used to, and I sat and listened to the band play country rock music as I ate.

  It wasn’t very crowded, but there were a few couples on the floor dancing. I thought back to the nights that Dax and I used to come there with no bigger worries than whether or not we had a test to study for and smiled. We would talk and laugh and dance…and on Thursday Karaoke nights, we would even sing. Those had truly been the best days of my life and I thought they were for Dax too.

  I knew I hated the club life, but I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed all the normalcy until I watched the young and in love couples swaying to the music and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. Even the ones that were squabbling over one thing or another. It was normalcy and I wanted it back. I really hoped Dax meant what he said and wanted it back too. I didn’t think he’d straight up lie to me and I really didn’t think he would lie to his mother.

  Chapter Twelve

  Dax

  I had an appointment with my P.O. the day after Olivia and I had our date. It was scheduled at nine in the morning so I’d just stayed in my room at my mom and my dad’s house the night before. My mom woke me up at eight and with a screaming hang over; I showered and dressed like a respectable citizen in anticipation of her arrival.

  As usual, she was right on time. My mom showed her in and brought out the usual homemade goodies.

  “So, Dax, how are things?” she asked.

  I started to answer her when I saw my dad coming down the hall. Shit! I thought he’d left already.

  Miss Ortega looked up and saw what I was looking at and said, “Well hello, Jo-Jo.”

  My dad made a face at the name, but to his credit, he pasted on a smile and said, “Miss Ortega is it?”

  “Yes, that’s right,” she said with a huge smile. I think she loved trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible.

  “Nice to see you again,” he said.

  He came over and grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls that my mom had sat out and then gave me a raised eyebrow look that said he wished I had more respectable visitors. He shuffled out to the kitchen to get his coffee.

  When he was gone, she turned back to me and said, “Okay, so what’s been going on?”

  I told her about the business and that I was taking my class the following week so that I could get licensed. It seemed to make her happy, but in true Parole office form she said, “Remember that a shop like that will attract a lot of the more…unsavory characters in town. Choose your friends wisely.” My dad shuffled back by and she watched him until he disappeared into the bathroom. She looked back at me and said, “I guess you can’t pick your relatives though.”

  I grinned and said, “No ma’am, unfortunately not.”

  “So do you have all the requirements taken care of to get your licensure? You are going to do this the right way, right?”

  “Yes, my mother and I printed off everything and I have gone over it all. I’m registered for the Health and Safety class next week. Once I pass, I just have to pay the state and I’ll be licensed.”

  “Cool,” she said. “Have you done an internship or anything?”

  “California doesn’t require an internship, but I did spend a day at my friend’s shop. I watched him do several tattoos and he familiarized me with the tools and a lot of the procedures. He had to turn a kid away when I was there for being underage.”

  “Good, where’s your friend’s shop?”

  “He actually works out of his garage, but it’s sanitary and well run. He’s really talented.”

  “What’s his name?” she asked me. Shit! I should have never brought it up. I’m a fucking idiot. Parolees are not supposed to be hanging out together.

  “Greg,” I said.

  “Greg what?”

  “I don’t know his last name,” I said. It was the truth.

  “Where’s his shop?” she said.

  “Why the sudden inquisition?” I asked her. “Isn’t the whole point of your job supposed to be rehabilitation? Isn
’t that what the R at the end of CDCR stands for? I’m trying my best to do things right. I can’t get a job because of my recent past. Instead of stealing things, I’m trying to start a legitimate business. Why would you try and look for things that might prevent me from doing that?”

  She looked at me long and hard and then she said, “There are some parolees who start businesses…like bars for instance and they use said business as a front for less savory businesses, back room businesses. I’d just really hate to see you make that mistake, Dax. I like you.”

  It was blaringly obvious that my dad and his bar were the elephant’s in the room that neither of us could or would talk about.

  I simply said, “I understand what you’re saying. That’s not me though, I swear.”

  “Good,” she said. “Because like I said, I do like you. But, if I find you doing anything the slightest bit illegal, I will not hesitate to violate you.”

  I had zero doubts that she would hesitate at all. It was okay though, she wasn’t going to find out.

  She didn’t pee test me this time. It was just a quick check-in to make sure I was still where I was supposed to be until I told her about the business and mentioned Greg. Once she gave me the lecture, she let it go and only stayed a few more minutes before saying, “I should get going. I’ll see you here in the next few weeks. I’ll call you.”

  She said good-bye to my mother and thanked her for the goodies before she left. She genuinely seemed to like my mom. When I came back in from walking her to the car, my dad was sitting on the couch flipping through the television channels with the remote.

  Without turning to look at me he said, “She’s kind of a tight ass.”

  I smiled and just so it didn’t seem like I was playing favorites, I said, “Yep, she sure is.”

 

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