SAX (Desert Rebels MC Book 4)

by Tory Richards

Cole glared down at Raven, a silent message passing between them. "Got you." She lifted on her toes so they could share a heated kiss. Cole's hand lightly caressed over her tiny baby bump, which brought an instantaneous smile to my lips.

  As we piled outside I wanted to ask about Sax, but held my tongue. I would be seeing him soon anyway. I wasn't too happy that I would be staying at his clubhouse and would have to see him with club whores, but I had no choice. Ava was already there, so it only made sense. I didn't want to put her in danger by picking her up just to bring her to a different clubhouse.

  I met Spider's look with a smile. "I guess you're with me."

  In the past, I’d felt sorry for the prospects. They were essentially nothing but gofers. They did all the work, were treated like crap, and got none of the perks of belonging to the club. They were also treated like punching bags to any member who was aggressive or was high on adrenaline and needed to fight it out. Some of them put up with it for two years or longer just for the chance to be patched in. Once Sax had explained the process to me, telling me that they’d all gone through it, I understood that it was a trial period to prove themselves worthy of becoming full-fledged members.

  "I got ya, sweetheart," Spider said with a flirty grin.

  I climbed into my car and waved back at the girls as they plowed into the SUV in front of me. I'd see them again soon. Cole and Reid climbed onto their bikes, while LD broke away from Jolene and walked to Spider.

  "Take Holly straight to her house, and then to the clubhouse. You see anything…" LD didn't finish his sentence, but it was clear that Spider didn't need him to. "You radio in. Don't engage unless they make the first move."

  Spider nodded at LD's directions and then looked back at me. "You ready?"

  Jolene and I gave each other a finger wave. She, at least, would have Danny and Annabelle with her. I wasn't familiar with the members and their old ladies at LD's clubhouse, which had been created while I'd been away. I was kind of glad to be going to Demon's.

  I still had a hard time believing that Jolene and LD were together. I’d never thought that LD would find a woman that would put up with his dark moods. Jolene had broken down the barriers around his stone heart and won him over. I was happy for them both.

  I started my car and took off down the drive. I noticed in my rearview mirror that LD and Spider continued to converse for a minute, but as I neared the road they parted and Spider was soon behind me.

  I headed home, anxious to get to Demon's clubhouse and have Ava in my arms again.

  Chapter 12

  Holly

  I was tossing clothes into the small suitcase laid out on my bed when I heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle rumbling outside my house. I didn't think anything of it. Spider was waiting for me, and I assumed that one of his brothers from the club had joined him. I couldn't say that I was exactly happy to be going on lockdown, but I knew the drill by now, and I'd have been a fool to deny Ava the protection of the club. I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

  Even if it meant being around Sax.

  Glancing down at the contents in the suitcase, I had to chuckle. Ava's things took up more than half of the room. I shoved some of her clothes aside to make room for my meager things. I knew there were a washer and dryer at the clubhouse, so that made packing easier.

  As I went to the bathroom to gather a few toiletries, I heard the sound of a motorcycle revving up and taking off. A moment later I heard my front door opening, and then the noise of boots stomping through my tiny house. "Almost done, Spider," I called out, leaving the bathroom with an arm load of toiletries. I set them on the bed, deciding I should put them into a plastic bag before packing them. The bags were in the kitchen. I turned to head out of my bedroom and came to a startled stop. My breath caught at the sight of Sax standing in the threshold, watching me.

  "Spider is gone," he said bluntly.

  God, he looked hot. His hair was a little longer than he usually wore it, and the five o'clock shadow on his jaw defined the strong, square cut of it. Eyes that had always reminded me of rich mahogany gleamed with an intimate knowledge that made my underwear wet. The way they moved over me caused me to shiver with awareness. I wet my lips. "What are you doing here?"

  "Spider had something to take care of."

  Why did I get the feeling that he was lying? "So I'm important enough for the VP of Desert Rebels to drop whatever he was doing to pick me up?"

  He shrugged. "I happened to be in the neighborhood."

  Yeah, okay.

  "Did you make that appointment yet?"

  I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I released a huff. "Sax, it's only been two days." I wasn't in any hurry to find out if Ava was his or not, and I'd been busy--busy with work, busy with taking care of an active baby, busy putting off the inevitable and stressing over the whole thing. Talking to the girls and telling them my awful secret had actually made me feel better, but the thought of hurting Sax even more made me sick inside.

  Or maybe I was more afraid of what his reaction would be to the results.

  To hell with a plastic bag. I turned away from him, crammed my toiletries into my suitcase, and slammed it closed. "I will," I said with little conviction, avoiding his eyes. Before I looked up again, Sax had moved further into my bedroom. The speed in which he moved and the look of purpose in his eyes caused me to gasp and take a step back. Another sharp gasp escaped me when I found my back pressed against the wall and Sax practically on top of me.

  "What are you so afraid of?" he growled down at me. "What the fuck you hiding from me?"

  He saw too much.

  I couldn't even bring myself to shake my head in denial. We locked eyes, the tension growing between us. I dragged my bottom lip between my teeth in a nervous effort to hold myself together. The heat between us was palpable and sexual in nature. It always had been. All the scents that I associated with him were there, turning me on. Old leather, smoke, and the light scent of the aftershave he liked. His own personal musk. The longer the silence went on, the harder it was to keep from throwing myself at him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. I watched his jaw clench and his nostrils flare with arousal. Sax may have wanted me too, but I could see the truth in his eyes--he wanted to lash out and hurt me just as badly.

  I swallowed hard, blinking back the emotion that threatened to expose my weakness for him. His hooded gaze dropped to my lips, and he closed his eyes as if he were fighting against himself. Slowly he shook his head, breathing in deeply. I could tell that he was struggling for control. Every instinct I had warned me that I should get away from him, but I knew that the minute I moved he'd be on me. I wasn't sure I could handle Sax's hands on me again.

  "Why are you really here, Sax?" My words were soft, barely above a whisper. "Are you here to hurt me?"

  His eyes snapped open, anger changing the brown until they were almost obsidian. "Maybe," he said gruffly, shocking me. "Hurt you or fuck you."

  What was I supposed to say to that? I felt my pulse jump, and caught my breath as more wetness pooled between my legs. I slowly shook my head, but I wasn't sure if I was denying my arousal, or if it was my way of telling Sax that he couldn't do either. I tried not to recall the night that he'd shown up in my room at the clubhouse, but a sharp tingle traveled down my spine as I remembered his rough hands and hard mouth on me, giving me pleasure.

  While he took it.

  I opened my mouth to say again that I was sorry, but clamped it shut. Once he found out the truth of what I'd done, he would hurt me, and I would deserve it. I knew that I should just tell him now and get it over with, but I was so afraid. The girls thought that in time he might forgive me, but if Ava turned out not to be his, I knew in my heart that I'd lose him forever.

  "I fucking hate you," he growled low, surprising me.

  "I know," I whispered in a tortured voice. "I hate me, too."

  Without warning, Sax's mouth slammed down onto mine and his hand moved to the back of my head a
s he crushed me into the wall at my back. I couldn't halt the moan of desire that rushed up my throat, and I opened my mouth to his probing tongue. I'd take him even in hate. As his tongue filled my mouth and thrust against mine, I thrust back, moaning at the sharp charge of heat that coursed through my blood.

  My nipples become tight buds in reaction to his hard body grinding against mine. When his hand moved there and pinched hard, I whimpered against his mouth, accepting the pain because I knew it would turn to pleasure. I began to move my hips in accordance with his grinding movements, relishing the knowledge that I was turning him on as much as he was making me hot. I swallowed his growls of arousal. Knowing that Sax was lost in the moment flooded my senses with a heightened level of lust.

  No other man before him had ever made me feel the things he did. I curled my hands into the defined muscles of his biceps, hoping the bite of my nails would reveal the extent of my hunger for him. It did more than that. He grunted, and without breaking the kiss, reached between us and hooked his hand in the top of my blouse, tearing it open down the front. Before I could fully grasp what he'd done, he pushed the cups of my bra up out of the way and covered my nipples with his mouth.

  "Oh!" I cried out, arching into the wet heat of his caress. I looked down to watch him suck and bite at my aching flesh. Both hands shaped and squeezed my breasts, while his mouth left no inch of them untouched. I lost my hands in his hair, holding him to me, and leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. "Yes!" I whispered sharply. "Yes!" His hard cock was nestled right over my pubic bone and I rode it shamelessly, chasing the orgasm that was building between my legs. "Oh, Jesus!" I was so close!

  I scraped my nails over his scalp, hearing his hiss. He retaliated by nipping my nipple, causing another flood in my panties, and then his hand was there, violently undoing my pants and reaching inside. As soon as his finger slid between my folds and touched my clit, I cried out. My knees buckled, but Sax easily held me in place.

  "I might hate you, but I'll never get enough of your pussy, Baby," he grated against my lips as his finger moved over my clit in the way he knew I liked. "Long as you're here, it's mine."

  What?! What was he saying? My heart raced, every nerve in my body attuned to his administrations, and in the moment I was too far gone to fully comprehend his words or question them. In the past I would have felt thrilled that he wanted me that fiercely, but our circumstances were different now. We weren't together. So did he only want me for sex? The rest of my thoughts went right out my head when he sank two fingers inside me and curled them against my G-spot.

  Sax knew exactly where my sweet spot was and wasted no time stimulating it. I opened my legs wider, the pleasure his touch was providing too intense for me to ignore. My lower body trembled, my hips moved into his thrusting fingers. We were both breathing heavily, the sound interrupted only by the occasional whimper or groan.

  "Oh, God, Sax!" I felt the telltale rush of my impending orgasm, the electric connection from my core to my pulsing clit.

  Sax knew my body. He knew how to read the signs that I was about to come. Suddenly he yanked my pants and panties down with rapid force. I barely had the wherewithal to lift my feet so he could remove them completely. He sank to his knees, and I looked down at his handsome face between my legs, his nose buried in my pussy. I nearly came right then when I heard him inhale several deep breaths, and then his tongue split my folds and he licked me from the back up to my clit.

  I cried out with pleasure, the heat and pressure of his mouth on my clit overwhelming. He sucked hard, and I had to brace my hands against his shoulders to remain on my feet. I moved my hips instinctively, chasing the relief I knew was around the corner. As Sax's mouth worked the bundle of nerves between my legs, he thrust his fingers in and out of my body.

  "Sax!"

  "Come for me, Baby." He replaced his fingers with his tongue, fucking me deep. "I'm hungry for your cream."

  My eyes rolled back as I let my body fly. I came hard and moaned loudly as wave after wave of spine-tingling pleasure surged through me in one, violent explosion that eventually trickled down to aftershocks. During the peak of my orgasm, Sax continued to fuck me with his tongue, slurping up my juices. His hands clenched tightly into my ass as he held me in place against his mouth.

  When he was done he pulled away and rose to his feet, slamming his mouth down on mine so that I could taste myself. When he’d finished ravishing my mouth and renewing my arousal with blinding speed, he made quick work at removing his boots and pants. Excitement thrummed through me in anticipation of what was coming. I started to lower myself to my knees. It was only fair that I return the pleasure he'd given me.

  "No!" His sharp command and the tight grasp of my arm kept me in place. My questioning eyes traveled up to his. There was an intensity shining in his that I'd not seen before. "I need to be in you this time."

  His jaw was set and I knew arguing would get me nowhere, and anyway, I didn't want to argue with him. He kissed me again roughly, pushing me closer to my bed until my knees were against it.

  "Get on the bed," he ordered harshly.

  We were inches apart, and the tip of his cock brushed against my thigh, leaving a wet trail. Before, he would have lowered us down together and we would have made love. A flashback of that night at Demon's clubhouse reminded me that we hadn't made love that night, either. Sax had fucked me as if I were one of the club whores. I had to admit that his lack of control had been exciting.

  "On your fucking knees with your ass in the air."

  I did as he demanded with anticipation. "Is this how it's going to be from here on out?" I felt compelled to ask.

  "What?" he grated, climbing onto the bed behind me. I could feel his hot cock bobbing between my thighs.

  "Fucking me like a club whore?"

  He lined up his cock and slammed his hips forward, penetrating me with one, rough plunge. I gasped, and would have shot forward if not for the powerful hand grasping my hip. His long, drawn out groan revealed his pleasure at the feel of sinking inside me, and he did fill me.

  "Yes." He began to fuck me hard and deep. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. "I like fucking whores. I don't have to hold back with them."

  His hurtful words brought tears to my eyes. So he was fucking the whores again? Well, what did I expect? I knew that sooner or later he'd have urges that would send him into their arms. The thought of him with another woman crushed me. I buried my face against the pillow to cushion my sobs and wipe my tears away, letting Sax rut behind me like an angry beast. I could feel the rage in the way his hands gripped my hips, in the way he pulled me sharply back on his cock as he plowed into me until his balls slapped against me.

  I couldn't help but feel turned on as well. How sick was that, to allow Sax to take me the way that he was, without feeling? His breathing turned harsh, and a hand found its way to my clit. He rubbed and pinched it.

  "Come… again… Baby!" he said between thrusts.

  The sound of his voice told me that he was getting ready to come. I clenched down hard on his cock, satisfied to hear his grunt. He tilted my hips until his cock hit all the right places. The friction became too much, and my orgasm shrouded me in a mind-blowing, earth-shattering mess that left me twitching and gasping for air.

  "Oh, shhhit!" I heard Sax swear, and then he held himself still as he flooded my insides with his warm cum. Every release from his cock dragged a groan from him.

  I squeezed as hard as I could around his girth, enjoying the feel of his cock as it swelled against my walls and continued to spill. But the bliss didn't last long as it slowly dawned on me that he hadn't used a condom. When we'd been together we'd used both condoms and the pill, and now that he was fucking whores…

  "Oh, no," I muttered beneath my breath, angry at myself for being so careless. I collapsed onto the bed. "I'm going to have to get checked after this."

  Chapter 13

  Sax

  "What the fuck?"

/>   I pulled out and rolled off Holly. Fucking her had been the last thing on my mind when I’d come here. No, that wasn't really true--fucking her was always on my mind.

  I didn't want to admit it, but I still loved the woman.

  I pulled the pillow behind me so that I could half-recline and turned my eyes on her. She was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess. Some of the wayward strands were clinging to her damp skin. I reached forward and tugged one that was sticking to the side of her neck, blowing gently on her skin. She slowly turned to look in my direction. The sadness in her eyes caught me by surprise, and I could tell that she'd been crying.

  Fuck.

  "You didn't wear a condom," she explained.

  I narrowed my eyes, thinking the worst. "Are you saying you're not on birth control?" I nearly yelled at her. Her eyes rounded, and the panic on her face was very real. "Fuck, Holly!"

  "Don't you dare blame me for this!" She sat up, her whole body flushed, as she reached for the second pillow on her bed and brought it up in front of her. "And I said that I need to get checked because you're fucking whores now. No telling what kind of disease—"

  I stared at her, not about to confess that I'd led her to believe that I'd moved on simply to hurt her. I was angry as fuck that she wasn't on birth control. "You're the only woman I've ever fucked bare." I could tell that this wasn’t the response she’d been hoping for. "And you've always been on birth control."

  "That was then, this is now," was her maddening response.

  There was more, I knew there was. I knew Holly, and she hadn't shifted her eyes away from me fast enough to disguise the guilt in them. Interesting. What did she have to feel guilty about? I was in trouble, because the fact that she wasn't on birth control didn't stop me from wanting her again, and right fucking now. Afraid that I'd do just that, I left the bed and went to get my pants. I jerked them on and didn't turn back to her until I was doing them up.

  "Get dressed. We need to get out of here." I grabbed for my boots and sat on the end of the bed.