Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (69 page)

~
EIGHT ~

She wasn’t sure how
long they road for, but by the time they stopped she had no idea where they
were and couldn’t even recollect getting there.  She looked around and saw they
were in front of a small little apartment building.  Dax hopped off the bike
and turned to her.

“Where are
we?” she asked. 

“My place. 
I don’t think you should go home tonight.”

“Why not?”

“I’d feel
better if you were close by.”

“Am I in
danger?”

“Not at
all.”

“Then why...
oh.  You don’t trust me.”

Dax just
stared at her for a moment before saying anything.  “I just think it’s better
if you let the shock of things wear off a bit before you go back to your
family.”

Madison was
suddenly overcome with emotion.  She wanted to see her family again.  But Dax
was right.  If she went home now, she’d probably run into her mother’s arms and
sob, and tell her what she’d seen, and promise never to leave the house again. 
As comforting as that sounded right now, that was the easy way out.  She’d
already lived that life, and she knew she didn’t like it.  It might feel good
in the moment, but after a week she’d start hating it again. 
This life
excites me.  It makes me feel alive.
  Even still, she was having trouble
holding back her tears.

She nodded
and accepted Dax’s arm as he helped her down off of his Harley.  She followed
him into the lobby of the apartment and then up two flights of stairs.  The
hallway was dimly lit, but in good repair. 
At least he doesn’t live in a
shithole.
 

He opened
the door and ushered her in before following.  His apartment was barely
decorated, with only a small couch and television in the main area, and no
pictures or posters on the walls, just plain white paint.  As soon as the door
closed, Madison spun around and began to sob.  Dax opened his arms and she fell
into them, pressing her face against his leather as her chest heaved. 

His arms
wrapped around her, making her feel safe again, but she still continued to
cry.  Dax said nothing, he simply stood there, holding her, until she finally
started to calm down.  She wasn’t even sure what it was that made her erupt
like that.  It wasn’t like she knew Magnum at all, she’d barely just met him. 
And from what she could tell, he wasn’t a very nice guy, anyway, even as far as
bikers go.  But she’d never seen a dead body before, not a real one.  And the
day had already been full of excitement and terror.  She’d met bikers, fucked
one, sucked another, and then gone back to their clubhouse where she’d had to
fuck their president as well.  Not to mention face the notion of being passed
around between the rest of the members. 

The thought
of that last bit made her start sobbing again, just as she had started to
regain control.  Dax tightened his arms around her and waiting again for her to
stop.  When she finally did, he led her to the couch and sat her down.  He
disappeared for a minute and then came back with a glass of water which he
handed to her.  She drank it thankfully, her head was still buzzing from the
whiskey he’d given her back at the club.  That had probably contributed to her
breakdown as well.

Dax sat down
beside her and she put her head on his shoulder.

“So what
happens now?”

“With what?”

“With me. 
With us.  Your club?  I don’t know, whatever.”  Madison took a deep breath.  “I
don’t think I can do it, Dax.”

“Do what?”

“When we got
to the club this afternoon, you said that for a girl to be able to stay with
one of the members, be his girlfriend – old lady – whatever, that she had to
sleep with the president and then everyone else in the club before she could be
with just the one.  I don’t think I can do that.  I want to be with you, I
really do, but...”

Dax put two
fingers up against her lips, silencing her.  “I know,” he said.  “Things might
be different, now.”

“What do you
mean,” she said as he moved his fingers from her face and caressed her cheek.

“I don’t
know for sure yet, so I don’t want to say anything more.  Let me work on it,
though.  You just don’t worry about it for now, alright?”

She nodded,
enjoying the feel of his fingertips sliding along her cheek as she did so. 

They were
quiet for a while.  Madison could feel the familiar tugging of sleep drawing
her eyes heavily downwards.

“I gotta go
back to the club,” she heard Dax say softly.  “I want you to stay here until I
get back.” 

“Mmm hmmm,”
she agreed sleepily. 

“I’m
serious, Madison.  You haven’t listened very well in the past, please listen
this time.  I don’t want you leaving this apartment before I get back.”  His fingers
slipped from her cheek down under her chin, lifting her head up so that his
hard gaze was staring down at her sleepy one.  “Do you understand?”

She nodded,
having no intention of leaving.  Dax seemed satisfied, so he bent his face
forward, pressing his lips against hers.  She responded, her heart beating a
little faster as they kissed and then he broke away.  He got up from the couch
slowly, letting Madison sink down into the warm spot his body had just left. 
She imagined she could still smell him underneath her head, and she barely felt
him lay a blanket over top of her before she was already asleep.

She wasn’t
sure how much longer it was, but she vaguely noticed being lifted up from a
deep sleep and carried for a brief distance in darkness before being dropped
gently onto a bed.  Fingers tugged on her clothes and she submitted to them,
half asleep, as they stripped her, replacing them with a blanket which she
pulled tightly up to her chin before falling asleep one more time.

When she
next awoke, it was morning, the room she was in filled with light from the
edges of the windows not covered in blinds.  She cracked an eye open,
disoriented at first when she saw unfamiliar surroundings.  Her heart started
to beat quickly before details of the previous day came flooding back to her. 
It
wasn’t a dream after all.  Am I happy or sad about that?

The room she
was in was as barren as the other room she’d seen in this apartment, with
nothing but white walls surrounding her.  The blankets she had pulled tightly
up against her were dark burgundy, though, which at least broke the monotony of
all of the white, shaking the feeling she had started to get that she was in
some sort of insane asylum. 

She
stretched, moving her feet out to the side until they bumped into something,
her toes encountering the hairy leg of Dax.  She turned her head and saw him
next to her, his eyes closed as he continued to sleep.  He was on his back, and
his chest and stomach were completely bare, the blanket she had wrapped around herself
pulled from his upper body.  She lifted her head off of the pillow to look
further down past his stomach, but the rest of him was covered.

She realized
immediately that she was naked, and vaguely recalled him pulling her clothes
off after carrying her to bed when he had returned from the clubhouse. 
Curious, she reached a hand down into the depths of the blanket until it
touched his hip.  She watched his face closely to see if he would awaken, but
he continued to breathe deeply as she slowly ran her fingers up and over his
waist.  He was naked as well, and by extending her hand just a little further,
she finally felt her fingertips graze along the tip of his cock.  As she
suspected, he had an erection.  She’d never met a guy yet that didn’t start the
morning off with wood.

With a
devilish smile, Madison pulled the covers up over her head and pushed her body
down towards the middle of the bed, moving to the side until she reached Dax’s
hips.  She couldn’t see under the covers, her body was bathed only in the
warmth of trapped heat, but she slowly felt around until she found his hardness
again, this time slowly wrapping her fingers around his shaft and rotating it,
marvelling at the hard sponginess of his flesh as she got her head into
position over top of him.

She lowered
her mouth until her lips touched the tip and she gave it a kiss, breathing in
the musky scent of the biker with a nose that was only an inch away from its
prize.  She kissed it again, giving her wrist another rotation and this time
opened her mouth, letting the head of his cock push past her lips slowly and
dragging her tongue all around the tip of him.

She felt him
stir, his body stiffening at first as he woke, and then relaxing once he
realized what had aroused him.  Madison pushed her lips down further along his
shaft, feeling the warmth of his cock fill her mouth as her hand moved down his
length to rest atop his balls.  She brought her other hand up now to cup his
sac, rolling it gently around as her mouth moved back up to his tip. 

She
tightened her lips, creating suction as well as pressure and slid back down his
slickened length, letting her tongue continue to work circles around the flesh
with her mouth.  Her tease was working, as she could feel Dax start to move his
legs around, getting antsy with anticipation and his hand started to creep up
along the small of her back towards her head. 

She started
to pick up her pace just a touch, giving Dax a little more stimulation in order
to keep from driving him crazy.  Each time she pulled her mouth back up to his
tip, she stroked his length with her hand as well, making sure not to break
away from stimulating him for even a moment.  And keeping in time with her
mouth and hand, was her manipulation of his balls which she also made sure not
to neglect.

Continuing
that pace for another minute or so, she quickened it even more just as she felt
his hands start to move up again, once more keeping his attention focused on
what she was doing without him having to guide her.  His cock was rock hard in
her mouth, even the earlier springiness of his skin was gone, pulled taunt
around the blood that was pulsating within.  She picked up her pace even faster
now, her mouth moving up and down along his shaft quickly, her hand following
right behind, easily sliding along the lubricated rod. 

Dax couldn’t
stay still anymore, and she felt his hips starting to thrust up to meet her, in
time with each of her movements, and his hands finally grabbed a hold of her
head, fistfuls of her hair intertwining his fingers.  He was only using it to
steady himself, though, satisfied with the pace that Madison was going.  She
knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but she was anxious for him to cum in
her mouth.  She wanted to taste him for the first time, have him fill her mouth
with his seed and mark her as his own.

Finally, she
heard him gasp and grunt, his hands tightening in her hair as he pushed down
while at the same time thrusting upwards with his hips.  She tightened her
mouth around his throbbing cock, letting her tongue catch the first gush of cum
to emerge before the rest pushed past and into her throat.

She greedily
swallowed as much as she could, breathing through her nose as he continued to
spew forth his manly essence.  The taste was musky and warm, at once comforting
and masculine.  It filled her with energy, bringing a smile to her lips, even
as they were still wrapped around his flesh.

When he was
finally spent, she let her tongue roll along his cock once more, cleaning each
bit of cum that she could find until he pushed her away, too sensitive to let
her continue.  Dax flipped the sheets down, allowing a fresh blast of cool air
to hit Madison’s face. 

“Morning,”
she said, with a lopsided smile when he looked down at her.

~
NINE ~

“That’s a hell of a
wakeup call,” Dax said, looking down at the exposed head of Madison, the rest
of her covered in blankets.

She dug her
feet into the mattress and pushed, feeling her breasts slide along his body as
she moved upwards toward him.  She met his lips in a quick kiss before rolling
off to lay beside him.  “What time did you get back?”

“Pretty
late,” he said.

“Thanks for
bringing me to bed.  It’s a lot cozier than your couch.”

“I stripped
you as well, aren’t you going to thank me for that?”

She
laughed.  “Was that for my benefit or yours?”

Dax chuckled
as well.  “Can’t it benefit us both?”

She lay
there smiling at the ceiling, both of them quiet for a few minutes. 

“Everything
okay at the club?” she finally asked.

“We’ll see
today.  We’re voting in a new vice president.”

“Already?”

“Why wait? 
Club needs a second in command.  You saw how quickly something could happen to
one of us.  Anyway, our current president is more interesting in fucking than
running things, so the VP job is more critical than ever.”

“Yeah, I can
vouch for the fucking part of that, although luckily it was over almost before
it started.”

Dax laughed
loudly at that.  “You know, there’s a reason why he makes everyone call him
Prez.”

“Why is
that?”

“He wants
everyone to forget his previous nickname.  Quick Draw.  And it wasn’t because
he could get his gun out faster than anyone else.”

They both
laughed. 

“Does
everyone have a nickname?  I haven’t heard anyone call you by anything?”

“Everyone
has something, but not all of them stick.  Some people call me Sarge, but
that’s more because of my title.  Dax is easy enough, I guess.”

“I can guess
why they call your one friend Lurch, he certainly looks the part.  What about
that one bouncer from last night?  What was his name again?  Lightning?  No,
that wasn’t it...”

“Thunder?”

“Right!  How
did he get that name?”

Dax
chuckled.  “He farts a lot.”

Madison
elbowed him in the ribs.  “Shut up!”

“It’s true,”
he said.

She burst
out laughing and he joined her.  He put his arm around her chest, just under
her breasts as they settled down.

“Well I’m
glad it isn’t all seriousness over there,” she finally said.

“We know how
to have a good time, too.”

“Yeah, I
guess so.”

They were
both quiet for a time, and Dax tightened his grip around her, pulling her
closer and resting his nose against her head.

“Do you ever
see yourself settling down?” she asked suddenly.

“In what
way?”

“I don’t
know.  Getting married.  Having kids?”

“They don’t
make baby seats for Harleys.”

“I’m serious,”
she said, pushing up onto her elbow to look him in the eyes.  The sheets fell
away from her chest and exposed her breasts to the biker.  His eyes moved
between them and her face as he tried to concentrate on her question.

“This is the
life I lead now, Madison,” he finally said, focusing on staring into her eyes
so that she could see that he was serious.  “If you’re only with me in the
hopes of changing me, or that I’ll one day become a family man and get a nine
to five, you best head home as you’re in for a world of disappointment.”

She kept his
gaze for a moment and then finally nodded.  “I understand,” she said slowly. 
“I’m not saying I want those things.  I just wanted to know what you thought
about them.  I’m glad you’re straight with me.”

“So does
that mean you’re sticking around for a bit?”

“For now,”
she said, trying to look serious but failing, finally breaking into a grin and
moving her head down to give him a quick kiss.  “Anyway, if I decide that those
are things I want, I’ll be sure to look for them elsewhere.”

“Good,” he
said.  “Now go make me some breakfast.  I like my coffee black and my toast
brown.  Don’t mix those up.”

She opened
her mouth in surprise, unsure if he was kidding or not.  He gave her a little
smile, but at the same time pulled the covers off of her and then gave her a
little push.  “Move, woman.  I’ve gotta get back to the club soon.  And don’t
put any clothes on.  I want you to stay naked for a while, give my poor eyes a
treat.”

She shook
her head, amazed that she wasn’t running for the door to get away from this
guy.  What was it about him that attracted her so much?

She rolled
out of bed and ignored his whistle as he watched her bare ass head for the
door.  She gave it a little slap as she left the room.

“I get to do
that next!” he called out once she had left.  She smiled as she started looking
through his cupboards for plates and bread.

Fifteen
minutes later she returned to the room, brown toast on a plate in one hand, and
a cup of hot black coffee in the other.  Dax was already half dressed, pulling
on a skull t-shirt over his muscled and inked chest. 

“That’s a
good girl, bring it here,” he said, beckoning to her.

She walked
over to him and he took the plate and cup from her, and then set them down on the
table next to him.  He then grabbed her tightly with an arm around the waist,
pulling her naked body tightly against his clothed one and in for a deep kiss. 
His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass tightly as their tongues
wrestled in her mouth.  Her knees felt weak, and she could feel his cock
hardening in his pants and pressing against her belly. 

He finally
pulled away, giving her ass a little slap as he did so, keeping his earlier
promise.

“Get
dressed,” he said, picking up his toast and shoving half of it into his mouth.

A shower was
out of the question, as Dax said they were already late and needed to get to
the club soon for the vote.  She dressed as he watched her, his eyes focused on
her body with every movement she made, almost causing her to blush.  She wasn’t
use to being so exposed in front of a man, or having an audience when she
dressed.  With most of the boyfriends she’d had in the past, nudity was saved
for under the sheets.  Dax watched her as if she was a prized piece of art that
he owned and he was worried someone was going to try and steal it.

When she was
ready, he had already finished his breakfast and they hurried down to his bike,
jumping on immediately and taking off.  They were at the clubhouse within 20
minutes, and they parked in front amidst at least 25 other Harleys.  Madison
was surprised at how many there were.  When they got inside, the front room was
full.  Bikers made up the majority of the group, although there were a few
other women as well.  Each of them eyed Madison as if she were a threat, some
of them moving closer to the biker they had come with.  She realized suddenly
that they were all probably well aware what having a new woman at the club
meant. 
That stupid rule that the president can pass me around to all the
other bikers before I can just be with Dax.
It wasn’t going to help her
make any immediate friends with the other girls.

Everyone
seemed happy to see Dax, with a few exceptions, most of them coming up to greet
him.  Madison figured it was because he was the Sergeant-at-Arms, a higher rank
than the majority of the membership.  They were probably all just kissing his
ass.

Soon enough,
the men started moving into another room and Dax came up to her.  “We’re going
in for our vote now. Sit tight and I’ll be back in a bit.  Try to talk to some
of the other girls.”

“I don’t
think they want to talk to me,” she said, looking around at the other women. 
Most of them weren’t paying her any attention anymore, although one or two shot
her a scowl when she caught their gaze.

Dax smiled
reassuringly at her. “They’ll come around.  I promise.  Just sit tight.”

With that,
he left her and the rest of the bikers followed, leaving her alone with the
other girls. 

Madison
watched him go, keeping her gaze fixated on the door that closed behind them. 
From the corner of her eye, she could see some of the other girls watching her
and she didn’t want to do anything to provoke them.

After a few
moments, she turned away and walked to the front door, letting herself out and
into the bright morning sun.  The heat felt good against her skin, as did the
cool breeze that took away some of its bite.  She was still wearing her cutoffs
and thin shirt.  It would be good to get home and change. 
Home
.

She realized
suddenly that she hadn’t gone home last night, her parents were probably
worried sick.  She fished in her pocket and pulled out her cell phone.  It was
wrapped in a pink cover that was adorned with rhinestones.  She’d had it since
she was 16 but it hardly seemed appropriate now.  Sticking a nail between the
phone and the case, she pried it off and shoved it in her pocket.  All she
needed was for the other girls to see that.  She’d probably never hear the end
of it.  Dax would probably have a comment or two about it himself. 

The phone
was off.  She’d forgotten she had done that when she started her shift so that
she wouldn’t be bothered by texts from friends or calls from her parents.  She
switched it back on.  The little icon said she had four messages and nine
texts.  She didn’t have to check to know who they were all from.  Her parents
were probably frantic by now.

She walked
further away from the clubhouse and dialed home as she stared down the winding
dirt road leading back to the freeway.  Her mother answered and was more than
relieved to hear from her.

“Where are
you?  We’ve been worried sick!  We called your work but your boss said you
quit?  What’s going on, Maddy?”

“I’m fine
mom.  The job just wasn’t for me.”

“Where are
you?  Why didn’t you come home last night?”

“I just
stayed at a friend’s.  I just felt like some alone time.”

“Which
friend?”

“Nicole,”
she lied.

“We called
Nicole and she said she hadn’t heard from you all day.  Why are you lying,
Madison?  What’s really going on?”

Shit.  Of
course they would call her best friend.  That was a stupid lie, she wasn’t
thinking clearly.  “Mom, just... look, I just need some time, okay?”

“Maddy, tell
me what’s going on?  Are you in some sort of trouble?  Your father and I can
come and get you, just tell us what’s happening?  Your scaring me!  This isn’t
like you.”

“Mother,
just leave me alone.  I’m 19 years old and you still treat me like a child!  I
can take care of myself.”  She pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the
call, then turned it off before her mother could call her back.  They made her
so angry sometimes, they had no confidence in her ability to make her own
decisions in life.

“Was Mommy
worried about her little baby?”

Madison spun
around to face one of the girls from inside.  She hadn’t even heard her come
out and follow her down.  Her face reddened at the thought that she heard her
talking to her mother, but she knew better than to admit it.