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

by Jeanne St. James

  She tilted her head and studied the beautiful, naked man before her. “Hmm. Poetic.”

  He grinned. “Tonight, I want to appreciate everything that is you, Bella. Tomorrow we can explore our kinky side.”

  “I’m not going to argue with that plan.”

  He released a soft laugh. “I didn’t think so.”

  “So why are you so far away then?” she teased.

  She squealed when he swept her up into his arms and then laughed as she bounced onto the mattress, landing in the center where he tossed her. He quickly followed, climbing over her on hands and knees, until he stared down into her face, his inches from hers.

  He settled his hips between her thighs, and she felt the crown of his cock along her slick folds. She loved foreplay, but right now she wanted him to be inside her. To complete her. She didn’t want to wait any longer.

  As he thrust slowly inside her, she sighed, “I love you, Axel,” cupping his cheek.

  He stilled and his expression got serious. “We’ll make this work; I don’t ever want you to worry about that.”

  She nodded, but she would still worry no matter what he said. It would be impossible not to. There were too many outside forces in their lives that would test their relationship.

  “We just need to stay strong. Stay together,” he continued. His hips tilted and he began to move at a slow, steady pace, sliding in and out of her with great care. As if she was breakable. “Tell me you’re willing to do that.”

  She gasped as he thrust a little harder. She angled her hips higher so the head of his cock would slide over just the right spot.

  Yes, there. That was the one.

  “Axel...”

  “Yeah, baby?” he whispered by her ear.

  His honey smooth, low voice made her shiver and moan while the gliding movements of his hips drove her mad. “Ax...”

  “Yeah,” he breathed.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

  “That’s it. Let go,” he encouraged softly. The tip of his tongue traced the outer edge of her ear, then he sucked her lobe into his mouth for a second. “Come for me.”

  “Ax, I’m going to come.”

  “I feel you. So fucking hot and wet. Squeezing my cock so hard. That’s it...” He dropped his head down to her breasts, sucking one nipple in deep, scraping the tip with his teeth.

  She cried out, arching her back, her nails drawing along his muscular back and sinking into his ass, encouraging him to move faster, harder.

  She was right there. She needed just a little push.

  Just a little...

  She dug her heels into the back of his thighs and lifted her hips to meet him. Tensing, an orgasm rocked through her, making her gasp out his name. Her core pulsated around him, drawing him deeper as he blew out a ragged breath.

  “One more before I come, baby. One more,” he encouraged her.

  She wasn’t going to argue that.

  Axel’s mind spun as he tried to keep himself together. He wanted to give Bella one more orgasm before he let himself have one of his own. He loved being inside this woman, being a part of her. They fit perfectly.

  At least here they did. In the outside world, maybe not so perfectly. But he would make it work. They would make it work. No matter what.

  His balls tightened as her wet heat squeezed him tight. He wasn’t going to be able to take too much more.

  She needed to come soon. He clenched his jaw to not only keep himself together but from the pain of her digging her nails into the flesh of his ass. But he wouldn’t tell her to stop. No way.

  Shoving his face into her neck he licked along her throat, then laid a kiss in the hollow. He shoved one hand into her hair, bending her neck back, exposing more of her throat so he could kiss and lick and bite along it. Her groan vibrated under his lips.

  He snagged one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly, making her jerk beneath him.

  “That’s it, baby. C’mon.”

  “I don’t want this to end,” she said on a breath.

  “It’s not going to end. This is only the beginning,” he assured her. Because that was the truth. “Don’t hold back. Give me all of you.”

  Her hips thrust up to meet his and he increased his pace, his rhythm becoming faster, more frantic. But he needed to stay together... just a little while longer.

  He wanted to cry in relief when she moaned, “Come with me.”

  Her gasp filled his ear, and as her core squeezed him tight, he grunted and spilled deep inside her. Her pussy pulsated around him, milking every drop of cum from him until he was depleted, boneless and ready to drop.

  As much as he didn’t want to break their connection, he knew she wouldn’t be able to handle his weight, so with a groan he slipped out of her and to her side, gathering her into his arms.

  He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she released a satisfied sigh. She combed her fingers over his short hair absently and stared up at the ceiling as she tried to slow her breathing since it was as ragged and rapid as his.

  “Tell me everything is going to be all right.”

  His heart squeezed at her words. He traced a finger over the pale, puckered skin that would be a permanent reminder of when everything had not been all right for her.

  “Everything will be all right. I promise.” He sure hoped he could keep that promise. He’d do his damnedest. “It’s going to be a new year soon, baby. We’re going to make the most of it.”

  And he knew just where to start.

  Crow glanced up and his eyes widened slightly as Axel came through the door of In the Shadows Ink. Slade was lying on his stomach on the plastic wrapped tattoo chair. He turned his head to watch Axel walking in their direction.

  Axel approached the man who had hit on his woman, then lifted his gaze to the dark-eyed man who liked to flirt with her, too.

  “Whataya here for, pig?”

  “See your busy,” Axel replied, studying the pattern that Crow was tattooing onto Slade’s back.

  The man was getting the DAMC colors inked onto his skin. The rockers, the emblem, everything. It was part of being in the club. The mark of loyalty and brotherhood.

  Axel understood it.

  Would he ever do something like that? No.

  But he had a similar idea to show his loyalty.

  To Bella.

  To his woman.

  To hopefully his future wife.

  Possibly the mother of their children, depending on how they decided to go about that. If they decided that’s what they wanted. He would leave that up to her. Whatever she wanted, he was good with.

  “Was hoping you weren’t busy,” Axel murmured, taking in the excellent work Crow was doing on Slade’s back. The lines were sharp, the shading perfect. The man was a pro at slinging ink. And that’s exactly why he came here.

  He wanted the best.

  “Am. So what the fuck do you want?”

  “Want you to do a big piece for me.”

  “Where?”

  “Across the top of my back.”

  “Gonna cost you. What do you want?”

  When he told Crow exactly what he wanted, Slade jumped off the table willing to wait for his piece to be finished at a later date. He planned on sitting there watching while Axel had his tattoo done.

  His excuse was he wanted to see how much of a pussy Axel was. See if he could take the pain without flinching or taking breaks.

  Axel was determined to take it like a man. Prove to these guys that his love for his woman was as strong as their loyalty to the DAMC.

  He showed them both.

  Epilogue

  Bella gasped and Axel winced as he pulled off his shirt. She was leaning back against his headboard since his big bed was now stuffed into the small bedroom of her rental house.

  She rolled to her knees as he approached the bed. “Holy shit, Axel, what did you do?”

  He grinned at her. “I didn’t realize tattoos hurt so damn much.”

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sp; She grinned back. “Yeah, they can. Depends where you get them and how long you sit for.”

  “Seemed like forever. My skin felt like it was being burnt by lava.”

  “Well, yeah, that’s a helluva lot of black ink. But you didn’t need to do that!”

  He turned his back to show her and looked over his shoulder. “I know the brothers get the club’s rockers inked onto their backs to show their loyalty to the club, to their brotherhood. I got your name because I want to prove my loyalty to you, Bella. You are a part of me forever. You’ve been under my skin almost my whole life and now you’re on it, too.”

  “You know that’s permanent, right?” She let her gaze roam over the large black block letters that spelled out BELLA in an arch at the top of his back. His skin was both red from the tattoo being fresh and shiny from the ointment that was smeared over his irritated skin.

  “That was the point.” He might as well have added a “duh” onto the end of that sentence. Even though he didn’t, she heard it in his tone.

  “You’re crazy,” she muttered. “You need to put a clean cotton T-shirt over that until it’s healed, honey.”

  “I know, Crow told me how to take care of it.”

  “Crow!”

  “Yeah, of course. He’s the best.”

  “You really are crazy!”

  “In love with you,” he finished for her.

  She climbed off the bed and dug into the dresser drawer she had cleared out for his shirts. She dug a worn T-shirt out and held it to her nose.

  His eyebrows rose. “Are you sniffing my clothes?”

  She grinned into the soft cotton. “Yep.”

  “Do you do that often?”

  “Yep.”

  “And you call me crazy.”

  She laughed as she gathered up the tee and pulled it over his head. He tucked his arms through the sleeves and she pulled it down over his torso, making sure to drag her fingers over his warm belly as she did so.

  “Keep touching me like that, you’re going to make me hard.”

  “That’s the point, officer.”

  “I don’t think I’m up for playing with cuffs tonight.”

  She pouted. “And you’ll have to be on top for a while, too. At least until that heals.”

  “There’s always doggy-style. I’m sure we can come up with other creative positions. Like against the wall, remember that one?”

  “Mmm. How can I forget?”

  He slid his fingers into her hair on either side of her face and tipped her head up. She sighed as his lips met hers and he took advantage of her open mouth to explore it thoroughly with his tongue.

  She groaned and grabbed at his waist to keep her knees from buckling. He was a great kisser. She was lucky that he was so skilled with his mouth. And not just with kissing.

  He pulled away just enough to murmur against her lips, “When’s the next executive committee meeting for the club?”

  She pulled back a little, her eyes wide. “Why?”

  “I’m not done declaring my love for you.”

  “Have I told you today yet that you’re crazy?”

  “I think you have that covered, but you can tell me again as soon as you’re done telling me how much you love me.”

  She smiled.

  So did he.

  “Some of you might not like me, and I don’t give a shit. The truth is, I want to make this work with Bella no matter what. I don’t care if you spit on me, hit me, call me pig. You’re not going to get me to give up Bella. She’s mine and I’m here to tell you all that.”

  No one said a word in the meeting room. He had busted in on their executive committee meeting knowing that he might get thrown out on his ass, or even get his ass beaten. But he didn’t care. He was doing this no matter what.

  He cleared his throat and widened his stance. “I’m here to claim her,” he stated more loudly than was necessary. But he wanted to make sure everyone sitting around that table heard him loud and clear.

  Dex snorted. “You can’t claim her.”

  Axel planted his hands on his hips and looked to his right, directly at Bella’s brother. “I just did.”

  To his left, Ace’s head dropped, and Axel saw the older man’s body shake with laughter. Finally, Bella’s uncle looked up, slammed his palm on the table and said, “Boy, you got balls the size of watermelons. That’s for damn sure.”

  Axel nodded. “That’s right. Watermelons. If any of you have a problem with it, you let me know directly. Don’t go to Bella about it. I won’t tolerate it.”

  Dex snorted again, then mumbled, “He won’t tolerate it.”

  “She ain’t leavin’ the club,” Diesel growled, his eyes hard.

  Axel stared at the man who he knew would push back the hardest. It wouldn’t be his brother, Zak, and it wouldn’t be her brother, Dex. No, it would be that monster of a man, Diesel. He would be their biggest obstacle.

  “No, if she wants to leave the club that would be her choice.” He lifted a palm to stop any of them from interrupting. “I’m not going to encourage it, but I’m not going to stop her if she ever decides that.”

  “Your bitch ass can’t ride along on our runs,” Jag spoke up, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

  Axel shrugged, swinging his gaze to the club’s Road Captain. “I wouldn’t ask that, anyway. You forget that I’m VP of the Blue Avengers, we have our own runs.”

  Someone chuckled. Could have been Hawk, could have been Zak, Axel didn’t know nor did he care. The Blue Avengers MC wasn’t out to prove that they were more badass than the Dirty Angels MC. They weren’t, and they weren’t trying to be.

  “She gonna be accepted by the rest of your type?”

  His type. He sighed silently at Hawk’s question.

  “Yep. And she agreed to wear my colors,” Axel quickly raised his palm again when Hawk slammed a fist on the table, his big body tensing, his dark eyes narrowing. “On the runs only. She’s DAMC. I get it.”

  “Can’t see my sister wearin’ anyone’s cut after Rebel,” Dex muttered with a frown.

  A few grunts rose from around the table in agreement.

  “Look, the reason why I’m here is that I’m asking for you all to just respect what Bella and I have. That’s it. We don’t need to drink a beer together. We don’t need to play a game of pool. Just let me take care of her.” He directed his gaze to D. “We both want what’s best for Bella.”

  He grunted.

  “We both want to protect her and see her happy.”

  D grunted again.

  “You’ve got your hands full with Jewel,” Axel told him.

  Axel was sure the big man did not appreciate that little reminder when D’s eyes narrowed on him and his jaw got tight.

  “She’s my cousin and I know she’s your ol’ lady. But I also know she probably doesn’t make life easy for you. Plus, I know you thrive on the challenge. So why don’t you let me take care of Bella. Leave the worry to me. Let me protect her.”

  D’s shoulders squared off and pulled back. “My job to protect her.”

  Axel shook his head. “Not anymore.”

  “We gonna let this pig come in here an’ claim one of our own?” Diesel said, his gaze bouncing around the table from one brother to the next.

  Ace nodded. “I think that’s for the best, son. For Bella.”

  Dex nodded, too. “Yeah, for my sister.”

  Axel eyeballed his older brother at the head of the table. “Are you going to bring it to a vote?”

  The corners of Z’s lips curled up slightly in a smirk. “That what you want?”

  “Yeah,” Axel answered softly.

  Z nodded and announced, “Motion to make Bella this asshole’s woman.”

  Ace shook his head with a grin. “I second.”

  “All in favor?”

  “Ayes” went around the table.

  From every one of them.

  Every. Fucking. One.

  Axel smiled.

/>   Life was sure going to get interesting.

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  Down & Dirty: Slade Sneak Peek

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  Down & Dirty: Slade Sneak Peek

  Chapter One

  “C’mon, brother, wake the fuck up.”

  Slade groaned as the annoying voice disturbed his peaceful rest.

  “Slade. C’mon, brother. You gotta get the fuck outta here.”

  For some reason, the disturbance sounded a lot like Dawg. Why the fuck would the strip-club manager be giving him an unwelcome wake-up call?

  Slade popped one eye open.

  Probably because he had passed out at Heaven’s Angels Gentleman’s club. Again.

  That wasn’t a pillow under his head. Nope. It was a stripper’s lap.

  He tipped his eyes upward. Not surprised at all, she was passed out, too. Her head rested against the back of the red velour love seat, her neck bent cockeyed and her mouth wide open.

  She didn’t look so hot right now.

  But then, he probably didn’t look much better.

  With a groan, he lifted his head off her fishnet-stockinged thighs. Hopefully, she didn’t mind the little bit of drool that had escaped his gaping mouth during his snooze-fest.

  Fuck.

  He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and groaned.

  “Seriously, brother, you gotta get the fuck outta here. Wanna lock up. Take ‘er with ya, if you gotta. But just get gone.”

  He blinked. His brain felt like a whole lot of cotton had been shoved between his ears.

  He sucked in a deep breath, then grimaced.

  Fuck. He wouldn’t be eating that snatch any time soon.

  Fuck him. That was deadly.

  He pushed himself upright faster than he should have, and his head wobbled. No, that wasn’t his head, that was his pickled brain.

  “Want me to get one of the prospects to take you back to church?”