Chapter 10
Axel
I dragged myself out of bed at the crack of dawn because I had a club meeting I couldn’t miss.
Storm was strict about attending church.
So, I stumbled to the bathroom, flipped on the light and leaned over the toilet with one hand braced on the wall to drain the lizard.
There were few things in life that felt better than a morning piss.
Turning the shower on, I watched it fill up with steam before climbing in. Feeling the hot water beat down over my shoulders was pure heaven.
I dreamed of Tracey again last night. That had been happening a lot since she moved into my place.
I guess it was seeing her every day that did it.
The more time we spent together, the more I realized I was falling for her.
I’d not done anything about it because I didn’t want to make things weird.
I know we’d had that chat a couple of weeks ago when I told her about Bryce’s texts and how he’d gotten someone to tell her I was sleeping with them back at college.
But what with everything going on—the custody hearing, the looming divorce, and the fact she was staying with me, and I didn’t want her to feel like she owed me anything—I’d kept my thoughts to myself.
Images of my dream rose in my mind and I relished them. She was my one that got away, so it’s not surprising that I dreamed of one thing I can’t have with her.
My eyes drifted closed as I thought of having her on the back of my bike, with her arms draped around my waist. Of her tucking the ends of her fingers into the front of my belt to feel more secure when I sped up.
And the way she would have to spread her legs wide apart to fit around my hips when we rode together.
The feel of her tits pressed against my back as she held on tight.
I couldn’t seem to shake that dream off, even though my morning wood was back full force.
The second my hand drifted down to urge my cock to calm down, all my lustful feelings for her came rushing back.
I ended up taking myself in hand and stroking myself off to thoughts of her sweet smiles, the sound of her laughter and the way she sometimes looked up at me like I was the only man that mattered to her anymore.
Some small part of my mind knew it wasn’t right to stroke myself off to thoughts of my good friend, who was going through the worst time of her life.
But I was too caught up in a powerful fantasy of my own making, to ignore that little voice.
Eventually, I lost the urge to do the right thing because I’m apparently a real bastard that way.
Instead, I imagined what it would feel like to have her tight pussy gripping my cock and milking me dry.
In an embarrassingly short period of time, I came hard against the shower tile. Thankfully, the water quickly washed away all evidence of my shameful behavior.
***
We left the house so early the dew was still clinging to the grass.
It was just me and Tracey. The girls had spent last night with Hacker and Angel and their kids.
Tracey had been worried about it as it was the girls’ first ever sleepover, but they’d been so excited and when they video-called her before bedtime, the joy on their little faces was evident.
I’d asked Tracey to come to the clubhouse with me today.
We had church this morning, and as a newly patched brother, I couldn’t skip it.
Especially because I was using prospects to guard my place.
I needed to bring them up to date on what was going on with Tracey and get approval to keep them in place for a little longer.
I didn’t want to leave her alone. There’d not been a peep from Bryce since our meeting, but I still didn’t trust him.
“Do you think your club brothers are going to be okay with me coming to the clubhouse?”
I frowned at her. “Of course they won’t be upset. If anything, bringing a beautiful woman around gives them a chance to show off in an effort to get your attention.”
She shot me a tight smile. I knew without asking that this was just her being nervous.
“Everything’s gonna be okay,” I promised her as I tried not to stare.
Tracey was fucking beautiful and made me want to try for something more every time I looked at her.
Today she was wearing jeans, a black button-up shirt, and her hair was braided.
It draped casually over one shoulder. Gold earrings dangled from each ear, catching the sunlight.
To me, she looked effortlessly beautiful.
She glanced at the Land Rover parked in the driveway, then at the Harley sitting behind it.
I watched her eyes linger a second too long on my Harley.
Something about the expression on her face made me wonder if she was up for a ride.
For a moment my mind went back to the fantasy I’d jerked off to in the shower this morning, and I surreptitiously tried to rearrange my junk before she noticed I was getting hard.
“You ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle before?” I asked.
Her head snapped around to look at me. “No, of course not,” she stammered. “I mean, I’ve never had the opportunity.”
“Want to have a look at mine?”
When I started walking towards my bike, she followed me.
I pulled a small helmet bag off the handlebars and unzipped it.
The helmet was jet black with her name imprinted in gold script across the back.
“I ordered you a lid, in case you ever decided you wanted to ride with me. If you’re up for it, maybe today could be that opportunity you never got. ”
Her eyes went from the helmet to me, and her mouth parted in surprise.
Her hand came out to claim the gift I was offering. She took it from me and ran her thumb over the lettering. “You had this made, just for me?”
“I would never risk putting you on the back of my bike without a proper helmet. While you’re staying with me, you’re mine to keep safe.”
Her expression brightened as she looked down at the helmet again. “I’d love to ride with you. It’s something I always secretly wanted to do, but it felt wrong to ask.”
“What? That’s crazy talk. If you want something from now on, speak up.
Anything you want, darlin’ it’s yours,” I swung a leg over the bike, fired it up, and waited until she slid the helmet on and climbed up behind me.
She took a moment to tighten the strap on her helmet, and then her arms came up to wrap around my waist.
“You good?” I called over my shoulder.
“Yes,” she said, loud enough to be heard over the sound of my engine.
We coasted down my driveway and out onto the road.
When I picked up speed, her arms tightened around my waist. Once we hit the highway, I opened the throttle.
The wind hit us with full force, tearing across our clothing.
Riding the open road was always invigorating.
But today was special because I was riding with the woman who I wanted to make my own.
Her chest pressed into my back, and her legs were spread wide to fit around my larger form.
I loved everything about this moment in time, especially the way she instinctively clung to me as I navigated us along the winding highway. It was like my fantasy coming to life.
By the time we pulled into the clubhouse, the sun was rising in the sky.
She pulled off the helmet, hair wild around her face, cheeks flushed. “That was incredible. All I want is more.”
As I smiled at her, I realized that my heart was full in a way I hadn’t felt in years. “Good. Because you belong on the back of my bike.”
When I helped her off, she asked, “So, how many of your club brothers are going to be here this morning?”
“Most of them. Storm is strict about attendance.” I glanced at her again.
“Don’t worry, I won’t throw you into the deep end.
We came early so I can show you around and introduce you to the brothers.
We’re pretty laid back when it comes to socializing.
You ain’t gotta talk to anyone if you don’t want to. ”
“I don’t know much about motorcycle clubs and don’t want to embarrass you in front of your club brothers.”
“Fucking hell. Don’t worry about embarrassing me. I do that all by myself. You just worry about relaxing and learning about our club.”
“I didn’t know what to expect. I want to see what kind of place it is before I bring the girls here,” she paused for a moment. “I don’t mean that it’s a bad place for kids. Just they’ve had a scary few months. I don’t want to drop any surprises on them.”
“You’re a smart mama,” I told her. “The girls will love it here. It’s a family friendly place. You saw how much fun they were having with Angel last night.”
Tracey smiled, and for the first time all morning she relaxed. “She seemed really nice.”
“She is. Club families help each other. You’ll see.”
She gazed up at the huge sign on the building with our club’s name in bold letters.
“So, what exactly is the Dark Slayers MC? Bryce made it sound like you were all criminals and thugs. I probably should have asked earlier, but it seemed rude to be asking a bunch of questions when you were being so kind to me.”
I stood in front of her with my helmet in my hands.
“We’re not a one percent club. That means we don’t do illegal shit like selling drugs, trafficking women, or running guns.
Storm is strict about not getting strung out on drugs or involved in illegal shit.
There are lines we don’t cross because we’d get thrown out of the club.
I, for one, worked too damn hard prospecting to get my ass thrown out when I finally get my damn patch. ”
She narrowed her eyes. “How does your club make money then? It’s got to take more than just dues to keep a club this size going.”