by Jayna Vixen
Dax roared, then gasped something that was almost unintelligible. Almost but not quite. His words sent another shiver through her, touching her somewhere she had never been touched. Hot droplets of liquid splattered across her bottom. Rhee fell forward onto her stomach feeling like her bones had just melted into a puddle.
Dax collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”
He sounded hesitant. Like he had done something wrong. Or said too much. Rhee turned to gaze into his eyes. His face blurred behind her tears. She traced the line of his jaw with one finger. I won’t waste another minute lying to myself. Or to him.
“I love you, too Dax.”
Chapter Thirty
“So…there’s been no one else?”
Rhee smiled. He sounded so proud about that. What was it with men, anyway? Still, something about Dax’s possessiveness made her feel all warm and tingly inside.
“No.”
“Why?”
Why was she blushing? After what had just transpired, the heat filling her cheeks seemed silly. Even though his question was posed in a playful manner, there was a hint of seriousness Dax’s deep blue eyes. Rhee knew that he was trying to puzzle something out.
“I didn’t want anyone else,” she admitted, and for the first time, telling the truth seemed so honest and gratifying—so right.
He exhaled a breath she hadn’t been aware he was holding. Then, he literally puffed his chest out, the tension receding from his countenance.
“Is that so hard to believe, Daxter Jamison?” Rhee queried softly.
“It’s never happened before,” he remarked gruffly. “One day, I’ll let you read that.” He gestured to a tattered, black notebook that lay next to his jeans.
He writes? Another surprise. There were so many layers to this sexy, damaged man.
“Come here.”
When she hesitated, Dax commanded again, in a low, gravelly whisper, “Come here, Rhiannon Blake.”
Is this really happening? Again? Hearing her name from his mouth sent a shockwave of desire rocketing through her core. His arms went around her, and then his lips were at her neck, nibbling the sensitive spot behind her ear. At her breathy sound of pleasure, a self-satisfied rumble went through his chest.
“I still remember how much you like that.”
This time, it was slow, sensual. He brought her to a tender climax with his magical lips and fingers before fitting his huge, hard length inside her, ever so slowly, stretching her to a place where pleasure and pain overlapped, until pleasure won out. The way he looked at her afterwards, like she was the most cherished thing on earth—Rhee had never been looked at like that before. It made her go hot and cold inside, the way he gazed at her with such pure, unadulterated passion. Rhee stared at the ceiling, relishing the soreness between her legs, wondering if she would ever get enough of the man.
As they lay entwined, soaked in the aftermath of their passion, unbidden questions nagged at her mind. Rhee couldn’t stop herself from asking, “The coffee deal? Hawk is fine with it?” It just didn’t make sense that the Phantoms would be cool with their vice president chilling on the island while they did all the dirty work back home.
“Well, he wasn’t exactly fine with it.”
“What?” she breathed. Oh shit, what did he do?
“I’m done riding the line.”
“What does that mean?” she was almost afraid to ask.
“It means that I won’t be needing this.” Dax sat up and pulled his leather cut into the bed with them. He traced the stitching on his patch. “You’ll look better in it anyway.”
Rhee gasped, throwing her hands up to catch it as he tossed the vest at her. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m done riding the line, darlin,’” Dax shrugged. “I guess you could say I traded my leather for sand.”
“Does—does that mean you’re staying here?” Rhee could hardly breathe. Dax was giving up the club—his family—for her? For us?
That famous lop-sided grin made her toes curl against his hard, bare thigh. “Yup.”
“But—won’t they want to jump you out or something?” Gruesome images ran through her head. Rhee knew that Hawk ordered a guy to choose knife or flame when he wanted out. He had barely survived when they burned the club tattoos off his back, arms, and chest. The thought of them doing anything like that to Dax…even blacking his ink out with cover-up tattoos would take part of his personal history away from the man.
“Nah. Hawk gave me a pass. As long as I cut the club into our coffee profit, I’m good.”
“It’s not just coffee, is it, Dax?”
He grinned. “The less you know, stowaway…”
Dax and Turtle working together? She could probably guess what was going to be shipped along with their coffee. Now that the Natives were running Mako Shipping, it seemed they had a failsafe plan to increase their profit margin by a landslide.
Rhee couldn’t keep the grin off of her face even as she asked, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
Dax reached for her with a growl that inspired a wave of heat to wash through her core. He was on her, and in her, before Rhee could comment, other than to gasp with pleasure and elation. As he took her to nirvana and back, just before her second climax, an image appeared in Rhee’s mind, so sharply in focus that she opened her eyes wide in surprise.
She and Dax, walking on the beach at sunset, swinging Sirena between them, the light reflecting off the water in a halo around them…
“Oh!”
“That good, darlin’?’ Dax ground out, as he arched his back, hitting that tender spot deep inside her. He let out a guttural groan as he poured out his essence into her welcoming body. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye as Rhee whispered, more to herself, than to Dax.
“Da kine,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.
Dax looked at her quizzically before falling onto his back and pulling her half onto his hard chest. “One day, you’ll have to tell me what that means.”
“Oh, I think you’ll figure it out.”
Rhee buried her face into the space between his shoulder and neck. Even if he wasn’t wearing his cut, Dax would always smell like leather to her. A lazy smile graced her lips as she joined Dax in a light doze before their daughter awoke. Dax hadn’t had much face time with Sirena due to his injury and hospital stay, but the way his face lit up when he saw her told Rhee all she needed to know about what kind of father the man would be.
He’s ours. For now.
Epilogue
Michaela Blake huddled in the corner of a low-budget motel room. For the umpteenth time, she thought of Rhee. Her sister was probably still looking for her. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to confess her sins.
And the sins of my stepfather.
But what kind of life would she have, then? She’d go to jail. Probably forever.
She was so tired of running. Sometimes, she wasn’t sure what she was running from any longer. Mickey never thought she would live to see the day that she pined for the life she had back home. But, she couldn’t go back there. Not ever. Not after what she’d done. Mickey sighed, staring at the small pile of bills on the table. She couldn’t run forever, but she couldn’t stay here, either. Her sins were always one small step behind her. They’d find her, soon enough.
They always did.
Author’s Note
I enjoyed writing during my childhood. The craft has served me in many ways: as an escape from troublesome experiences, as artistic expression, and as an outlet for my own fantasies and those of others. I re-discovered writing during a traumatic time in my life. My foray into self-publishing began as a total coincidence. When I wrote and released Satin and Steel on a whim, I truly had no idea that anyone would ever read it, let alone that it would garner so much support that I would end up creating the Riding the Line series. I wrote the series prequel, Earning the Cut, as a tribute to the strangers who have become frie
nds and supporters from across the miles. Our family faced many setbacks and also numerous joys as I wrote Leather and Sand. These experiences are reflected in the book.
I anticipate that there will be at least one more book in this series. I have a few other works that I am excited to get out there as well. My creative well springs eternal, so if you have enjoyed my work, there will always be more coming!
My work goes through several rounds of independent edits, but sometimes things sneak past us. I am an indie author, who self-publishes my writing. Please help me out by emailing me if you find an error.
If you enjoyed this work, please consider leaving a review. Reviews help indie authors like me get our work out there.
I am so thankful to the Foxxx Club, my Facebook/Twitter Fan Club. Your support means the world to me. It feels like I have my own crew. (Next, we need pink and black cuts!) Thank you for reading, reviewing, commenting, and encouraging along the way. Now, get out there and enjoy yourselves. What lines are you riding? What truths are you afraid to admit to yourself? Or someone else? As Rhee and Dax have learned, life is too short and too precious to waste…
Always,
Jayna
About the Author
By day, Jayna Vixen is a doctoral-level consultant, supermom, wife, and freelance writer. When night falls, she transforms into a sultry, sexual seductress with a flair for pole dancing and eroticism. No one knows that beneath the crisp, pressed suit and the many awards and degrees lies a temptress who lures you in with her masterful storytelling. Let Jayna Vixen lure you in too…read on and become addicted to Jayna Vixen Erotica!
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Earning the Cut (Riding the Line Series, Prequel)
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Acknowledgements
Special thanks to my amazing beta readers who made this work even better: Onyx Hikari (http://confessionofabookjunkie.blogspot.com), who provided an honest Advance Copy Review (ARC) in addition to her fabulous proofing skills, be sure to check out her blog for good leads on reads; Lauren W., who validated my use of Hawaiian slang while clearing out some dreaded typo’s; and of course to my friends for life, Diane of Diane Julia Paintings (http://www.dianejulia.com). If you are into unique, high quality works of art with a surrealistic edge, be sure to check her out! She also does commissions and amazing portraiture if anyone needs their Harley or their favorite photo of Charlie Hunnam immortalized on canvas. AVN—you know who you are, my motorcycle-riding, illegal wildlife trafficking prevention agent. And to Tina, who runs http://www.sons-of-anarchy.net, for your great work, and for your lovely dog, who inspired the character of Axl in the current work. Once again, thank you to Kurt Sutter and the cast and crew of Sons of Anarchy for inspiring this series. I was pleased to learn that my work led some readers to watch and love SOA—so happy to give back to the show that way. Thanks again, for helping me find my purpose. I am forever in your debt.