Down & Dirty: Axel (Dirty Angels MC Book 5)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Yesss,” she hissed. “Yes, Axel, yes...”

  She opened her eyes and saw his tipped up to her, watching every response of her body, every reaction on her face.

  He watched her intently as he plunged two fingers deep inside her, curving his fingers, stroking her gently. Tilting her head back, she gasped as he sucked on her clit. Her thighs began to tremble at his non-stop onslaught. She knew he wouldn’t stop until she came.

  At least once.

  She hoped twice.

  When her toes curled, she felt it coming. Approaching. Sweeping through her body. Then it hit her core like a tidal wave. Intense. Powerful. From deep within. She cried out his name, arching her neck as her hips shot off the bed. He stayed with her as she rode out the surge. He hung on and kept up his endless barrage against her sensitive skin.

  As she caught her breath, and as the throbbing subsided, she groaned, “You’re so good at that.”

  He pulled away slightly. “More?”

  “Oh, fuck yes.”

  He chuckled against her heated flesh and started all over again, driving her quickly to the peak once more. This time when she came, she jerked at the cuffs, her whole body twitching in response to her strong climax. Her nipples ached for his attention. She needed him inside her, filling her, completing her.

  She dropped her head forward and as he pulled away from her, his smiling lips were shiny from her arousal. He grabbed her ankles and she gasped when he jerked her down the bed until she was flat on her back. Then he stalked back up on his hands and knees until his face was directly over hers.

  He lowered his head to take her mouth, parting her lips with his tongue, making sure she could taste herself. She groaned as he took the kiss deeper, rougher, their tongues tangling, fighting to get the upper hand.

  Finally, he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. His breathing was as fast and ragged as hers. Then he shifted down enough to snag one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, scraping her flesh with his teeth, pinching the other one between his fingers, rolling it, plucking it, twisting it, until her back arched beneath him.

  She wanted more. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  In a flash, he was gone, and she found herself quickly flipped over onto her belly, the cuffs clanking loudly with the sudden move.

  He was up and over her, his heat and weight covering her as he pressed his mouth to her ear. “You said I could do whatever I want, right? Is that still true?”

  She didn’t even think twice. “Yes. I’m all yours.”

  “All of you?” His warm breath tickled her ear, causing goosebumps to break out all over her body.

  “Yes.”

  “Baby, you don’t know how good that sounds to me. You’re mine, Bella. No matter what we say, no matter what we do, no matter who tries to come between us. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

  She lost her breath at his words.

  “Tell me,” he growled.

  “I’m yours.”

  “For always.”

  “Yes, always,” she answered on a breath.

  “I want you, baby, like you can’t even imagine.”

  She closed her eyes and let his words wash over her. Warmth radiated out from her center. “I want you, too.”

  Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She needed to keep them at bay. She didn’t want to cry. But, hell, this man moved her to tears time and time again.

  She loved him so much that she ached deep inside.

  How could her life turn out so differently? A lifelong biker chick with a rough, violent past, ending up with a straight and narrow cop?

  From being with someone she only knew a few short years to someone she’d known a lifetime.

  From being with someone who turned out to be completely evil, to one who was such the opposite. Someone who loved her for who she was and not what she was.

  When Axel nipped her earlobe, she gasped, then he worked his way down scraping his teeth along the skin of her neck, alternating sharp bites and soft kisses from the top of her spine all the way down her back to right above her ass. He sucked her flesh hard, then swirled his tongue over the damp skin before moving down even farther.

  His tongue tickled along the cleft of her ass and even lower. He circled her most secret spot with the tip of his tongue. Even though it was shocking to her, it made her nerve endings tingle.

  She tensed as he got more aggressive, more daring. He pulled away enough to say, “Anything I want, right?”

  Now she was rethinking her careless words. But again, she trusted him and he would never hurt her or do anything she wouldn’t like or couldn’t handle.

  That wasn’t him. That wasn’t Axel.

  He slipped two fingers inside her slick folds once more, while he continued to tease her tight hole, bringing about sensations she hadn’t expected. She tilted her hips up to give him better access.

  With one hand, he tapped her hip. “On your knees.”

  Using her elbows for leverage, she pushed to her knees, his fingers still buried deep inside her, working their way in and out, making her even wetter than before. He bit then kissed each ass cheek before whirling his tongue around her hole once again.

  “Axel,” she whispered, unsure where he was going to take this.

  “You can tell me to stop.”

  She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop. She was willing to let him continue, to see how far he’d go. Though, she believed if she told him to stop, he would.

  Instead, she relaxed her muscles and let him continue his exploration.

  Then his fingers were gone, and she felt empty.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  “I know,” he murmured back.

  “I need you.”

  She meant that in more ways than one.

  The bed shifted under her and then she felt the hot, bulbous head of his cock at her entrance. He pushed forward just enough to separate her swollen lips. Just enough to make her want to push back, driving him inside her.

  But she waited. She would let him do what he wanted, to be in control.

  Then he tilted his hips enough to enter her barely an inch. Not enough for her. Not nearly enough.

  But again she waited. And that wait made her jaws clench and her fingers twist harder into the sheets.

  Suddenly, he was pressing on her anus, pushing through her tight ring with a slick finger. Up to a knuckle, then two, before hesitating.

  Did he groan? She did, for sure.

  It was crazy, the sensation was different but in a good way. She wanted him to continue on this new journey for her.

  “Okay?” he asked, sounding strained.

  She couldn’t answer but moved her head in a nod against the sheets. She wanted to shout for him to keep going. To fuck her. To fill her up.

  She opened her mouth, but before she could even get a word out, he thrust his hips forward and did exactly what she wanted. She took the whole length of his cock, accepted the whole length of his finger deep inside her.

  Yes. She was his.

  She. Was. His.

  The outside world no longer existed. In this room, in this bed, their differences disappeared. They were only Bella and Axel.

  Simply two people who loved each other. Two people who wanted nothing but to belong to each other completely, no matter what anyone else said or did.

  This was how they were meant to be. Two halves of a whole, where one ended, the other began.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head as he worked himself in and out of her at an unhurried pace. His warm breath swept along the skin of her back, his fingers dug into the flesh at her hip.

  She heard him murmuring something low, raspy. “We’ll do this again... next time take it further... I want you everywhere... I want you completely... Only mine, Bella... Only mine... Promise me... you’ll only be mine...”

  She didn’t know if she should answer him, if he would even hear her, but she did anyway. “Only yours, Axel... I promise.”
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  His pace quickened, his breathing became even rougher, and she just let him make her feel good, whole, loved. Having him in both places at once pushed her to the edge so much faster. She allowed him somewhere she never thought she’d let anyone. But it was Axel.

  Her Axel.

  She groaned into the mattress as she met him thrust for thrust. His hand on her hip slipped down and around her, his thumb pressing on her clit and that was all she needed for her to let go...

  A grunt escaped him as she clenched around him hard, his finger, his cock. His rhythm stuttered. Then he drove himself deep and her name tumbled from his lips as he came. He throbbed and twitched deep inside her as cum spilled from him. And then he stilled. His breathing loud, his skin damp against hers.

  “Holy fuck,” he groaned, sliding his finger from her gently. He pressed his lips to the center of her back, giving her a soft kiss. “Are you okay?”

  She smiled at his concern. “Yes. Perfect.”

  “Can you wait for me to release you until I’ve cleaned up?”

  She twisted her head as he pulled out and moved off the bed. But before she could answer, he was gone, heading down the hallway to the only bathroom in his small apartment.

  She could hear the water running, the toilet flushing and then before she knew it he was back, releasing the handcuffs with a long, narrow key, cutting the zip-tie free from the bed. After throwing the items on the nightstand, he took her into his arms, gathering her close.

  “I need to clean up, too,” she reminded him.

  “I know. Just let me hold you for a minute.”

  She sighed with exaggeration. “Just a minute, then,” she teased. But honestly, she was in no rush to leave his embrace. She pressed her hand to his chest over his heart to feel the strong beats beneath her palm.

  “That beats for you,” he whispered, placing a kiss along her temple.

  She felt the sharp sting once again behind her eyelids and she blinked back her tears.

  “I love you, Bella. No matter what happens, always remember that.”

  Unfortunately, she knew love didn’t solve everything.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Fuck me,” came in a low grumble beside her. Bella followed Zak’s gaze to see what he was commenting on.

  “Fuck me,” she repeated under her breath and tossed the small towel she was using down onto the bar.

  Z started to push to his feet and Bella quickly reached out to him, shaking her head. “No. Let me handle this.”

  Z’s eyes narrowed on her, but he gave her a nod.

  All the raucous carousing, the smack of the pool balls, the hooting and hollering—except for the loud music being piped into the common area of church through the speakers—suddenly lowered to a dull roar. Nash’s band, Dirty Deeds, continued to play hard rock Christmas tunes on the public side of the building in The Iron Horse. Of course, they had no idea the end of the world was upon them.

  Bella grimaced as she rounded the bar. Eyes were either pinned to her as she moved quickly through the crowded floor space or they were on Axel as he stepped inside the clubhouse by the way of the back parking lot.

  Bella’s heart began to race and worry ate at her gut.

  She ignored the low insults, curses and unkind comments that were shot his direction as she met Axel about three steps into the room. She got as close as she could, stopping his forward progress by grabbing a hold of his jacket at the waist.

  “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said, staring up at his serious poker face and tight jaw as he surveyed the room before dropping his gaze to hers.

  “Didn’t I tell you that?” he asked stiffly, his lips hardly moving.

  “Yeah, I know. But—”

  She felt the presence of the two extremely large bodies behind her before she saw them, though she had a feeling she knew who was at her back, especially by watching Axel’s face. His reaction disappeared as quickly as it had come. He certainly was good at gathering his courage and hiding his rightful concern.

  Suddenly, those two men flanked either side of her. She sighed but refused to step away from the subject of their attention. She refused to let him face them alone.

  Magnum leaned close to Axel and sniffed loudly, his nose wrinkling. “Smellin’ pork.” His dark eyes flipped to Diesel. “Didn’t know we were roasting two pigs tonight.”

  “Any night’s good for a pig roast,” D mumbled.

  “So what’s he doin’ here?” Magnum asked, as if Bella and Axel were deaf.

  D’s eyes slid from Magnum to Axel and back. “Fuckin’ my cousin.”

  Bella closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nostrils before letting the air escape through her lips in a rush. She was not going to go postal on those two meatheads. She wasn’t. But it didn’t help that Axel was as stiff as a board under her hand. He needed to keep his shit together, too, for this to work.

  They were just toying with him. And he couldn’t let their attempt at intimidation pressure him.

  “Then take the fucker out,” Magnum suggested with a shrug and a smile.

  “You know, I’m fucking standing right here. I can hear your threat.”

  Diesel and Magnum both grunted as they grinned at each other.

  “Ain’t gonna do nothin’ about it. Already met this one,” D held out his fist that said “Dirty,” then raised his other one that had “Angel” tattooed on the fingers. “Might meet this one, too.”

  Magnum put his head down and chuckled, his big body shaking.

  A sudden whirlwind hit them. Jewel, hands on her hips, stood toe to toe with Diesel, her eyebrows raised as high as the stars and stripes on a flagpole. Her face was flushed, her eyes snapping. “Are you fucking serious? This is a fucking Christmas party! Are you really threatening to hit Axel when he was invited here by Bella? Why are you acting like a fucking beast?” She shook her head and scowled at him.

  “Woman,” D grumbled in a low warning.

  She jabbed a finger into his chest and screeched, “Don’t you ‘woman’ me!”

  His head jerked back as he stared down at his ol’ lady. “Woman, back the fuck off.”

  She stabbed his chest again. “You start shit tonight...”

  “What? What you gonna do?”

  “It’s what I’m not going to do,” Jewel huffed.

  Diesel grunted then shot a look at Magnum. “My woman needs a fuckin’ lesson.”

  Magnum’s full lips drew into a wide, knowing smile. “Best kind.”

  Then before anyone could react, D had Jewel thrown over his shoulder and was taking long strides toward the stairway to the second-floor rooms. His shouted “Be back” promise was drowned out by her bitching at him to put her down and slapping at his back.

  A bunch of hoots and whistles followed them as he disappeared up the steps taking two at a time.

  Axel glanced at Bella, his brows raised. “Uh... Is she going to be okay?”

  Bella snorted. “Yeah. But we might want to turn the music louder, so you don’t hear your cousin howling like a cat in heat.”

  “Jesus,” he muttered.

  She nodded, fighting a grin. “Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”

  He winced. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “Yeah, I’d highly suggest that. Let’s go get as far away from the stairs as possible.” She moved to Axel’s side, still holding a handful of his jacket, and gave Magnum the eyeball. “Not that it’s your club and you shouldn’t have shit to say, but do you mind getting the fuck out of our way? We have a Christmas party to attend, booze to drink and good food to eat.”

  Magnum’s lips twitched at her little speech.

  “Now,” she continued, as she held the larger man’s dark gaze. “I appreciate your brothers bringing back the stolen toys. And I’m sure this representative of the Shadow Valley PD does as well and he’s about to say thank you for that.” She looked at Axel and tilted her head toward the pine tree decorated with Harley ornaments, bike parts, and random pa
raphernalia that was propped up in the corner of the room. His eyes slid that direction and then widened.

  When Magnum and his crew had arrived earlier, they all came in carrying the shit they “confiscated” from the Warrior’s stash house. Because there was that much stuff, it all didn’t fit under or even around the tree, so she had them stack some of the toys there, but the rest ended up stored in the club’s meeting room until the prospects would be able to deliver everything to the Toys for Tots representative the next day.

  Watching the Dark Knights bringing in all those toys almost made her fall to her knees in relief. Hell, why she was down there she would have even kissed Magnum’s feet for cooperating with her plan for his club to get the toys out of the house before Whitehall PD did.

  It worked and from what Z said, everything had gone smoothly. No run-ins with either the PD or the Warriors.

  But she was sure the Warriors weren’t happy. Nor was the PD for taking the time to get a warrant then showing up and not finding shit after Axel called them.

  But, to Bella, that was neither here nor there. A large chunk of the donations was recovered. Which meant it would be a merry Christmas for a lot of families who needed it and for kids who normally went without.

  “So now Axel’s going to thank you.” She tugged on his jacket.

  His blue eyes narrowed at her for a split moment before he turned to face the Knight’s overly large Sergeant at Arms. His face got a pinched look, and it looked as though he had a bad taste in his mouth as he said, “Yeah. What she said.”

  Bella bumped her hip into him and whispered, “Try again.”

  Axel grimaced, brushed a hand over his head, then choked out, “Thanks.”

  Magnum smirked and cupped a hand to his ear. “What was that?”

  “You heard him,” Bella said, frowning.

  The Dark Knight bellowed out a laugh and lumbered away.

  She sighed. “Let me get you a beer.”

  “I think I should stay one hundred percent sober.”

  “You need a beer to loosen up.”

  “Not sure if that’s going to happen tonight.”