Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (72 page)

He was
watching her again, with those grey eyes that didn't seem to miss anything.  He
stepped forward, his jeans touching her bare knees and he reached out to take
her hand between both of his.

"It's
not that I don't think you can handle it," he said.  "You proved your
strength last night.  Most girls would have broken down and disappeared after
seeing what you saw.  But you're still here.  You're tough, and that's what I
like about you."

He smiled at
her.  "One of the things, anyway.  There's a lot to like.  Hell, the worst
thing about you right now is me."

Madison
smiled back at him.  "Fine, I'll wait here like a good little old
lady."

Dax
laughed.  "It's not little old lady.  It's ol' lady.  You're not a fucking
grandmother.  You're the girlfriend of the V fucking P of the Desperados!"

"Girlfriend?"
she said, surprised.

"What,
that title no good either?"

"No,
it's not that, I just... I dunno, I didn't realize... I thought there was
something more formal that would have to happen or something..."

"Am I
supposed to get down on one knee or something?"

Madison
laughed.  "No, I just mean, the way everyone made it out with the idea of
the Prez sampling everyone and then passing the girls around before he
decided... I just thought it would be more difficult, I guess?"

"I'm
sorry you had to fuck him," Dax said.  "But no, you're with the VP
now, there's nothing more formal about it.  You belong to me now, and anyone in
this club that has a problem with that, or that lays a fucking finger on you,
they answer to me and me alone.  And that'll be the last thing they ever answer
for, trust me."

Madison
threw her arms around the biker and gave him a squeeze.  He squeezed her back
with one arm and then kissed her on top of the head before pulling away.  He
grabbed his jacket from the floor and slipped it on. 

"I'm
off.  It'll probably be late when I get back, so just sit tight.  There's a
kitchen that's full of food and beer, I'm sure you'll find it.  There will be
lots of other girls around, so get to know some of them.  We'll talk when I get
back."  With that, he opened the door without another look back, closing
it behind himself as he left.

Madison
leaned back on her hands, still naked and sitting on Dax's new desk.  It had
been a strange and exciting couple of days for her.  She'd woken up yesterday
morning in the comfort of her own bed, at her parent's house, where she'd spent
the last 19 years.  Now here she was, a day later, girlfriend of the vice
president of one of the most notorious motorcycle gangs in the state.  Her
heart pounded even as she thought about it, making the blood rush through her
veins and lifting her into a state of euphoria.  She'd never felt this alive
before, never even realized how boring her previous life had been.

She'd
definitely found her place, and she couldn't wait to see what her new future
would bring.

~ TWELVE ~

The wind was whipping
through Madison's long blond hair as the motorcycle roared down the freeway,
the familiar vibrations between her legs keeping her alert during the drive. 
She was getting use to it enough now after a week riding around with Dax that she
didn't have quite so overwhelming of an urge to press herself down into the
seat, but she knew should could get off again if she wanted to.  Actually, it
hadn't quite been a week.  Five days, to be exact.  Not that she was counting. 
She just knew because her mother had pointed it out when she called her this
morning.  Five days since she took up with that
hoodlum
.  And her
parents wonder why she only stopped in quickly a few days ago to pick up some
clothes, not having returned since.  They just didn't get it.

She leaned
her head to the right, letting the wind hit her full on the face now instead of
being blocked by the broad shoulders of the VP of the Desperados.  Her hands
were wrapped around his body and clutching his chest tightly.  She could feel his
patch underneath her palm.  At least she was allowed to touch it now. 

The wind was
stinging her eyes, the helmet she wore having no visor, but she loved the
feeling regardless.  It was freeing.  The rushing air hitting her skin made it
feel cool and alive, a sharp contrast to the stifling feeling she always had at
home - bored and safe.  She was an adult now, free to make her own decisions
even if her parents vehemently disagreed with them.  And boy, did they disagree
with this one.  Her mother had reminded her of that again on the call this
morning.  Madison resolved to set her phone to block her parent's number.  She
didn't need the guilt.  This was her life, not theirs.

Pulling her
head back and tucking it behind Dax, she lay her helmet down against his back
as they rode, closing her eyes.  The safety she felt with this rough and
powerful man was much different than the safety she felt at home for the past
19 years.  Her life may be more exciting and dangerous now than it ever had
been, but she knew Dax would protect her in a way her parents never could. 
Their version of safe was keeping her sheltered and away from the world.  Dax
brought her out into it.  Let her live.  But still offered the same
protections. 

Of course,
the mind blowing sex that she had with him didn't hurt either.  She no longer
had to be satisfied with fucking boys, and blowing little dicks after dinner
and a movie only to be left unsatisfied on her doorstep afterwards.  Now she
had a real man, with a real cock.  One who never failed to leave her
unfulfilled.  Just thinking about that cock made her start to get wet, although
the vibrating motor between her thighs probably also had something to do with
that. 

Madison
smiled devilishly to herself and let one of her hands drop down into Dax's lap
as he rode.  Feeling nothing at first, she pushed against the tight jeans until
she was greeted with an emerging stiffness.  Within seconds her man was fully
erect, and she rubbed her fingers up and down his clothed shaft.  There wasn't
much she could do to him on the bike other than play the tease, but whenever
she did that it set them up for some fun times later on.  Although in this case
it would have to be much later, since she didn't imagine they were going to
have a lot of opportunity to do anything about it once they got to the club. 
This was a serious run, and she only got to tag along because she could hang
out at the bar while Dax did his business.  Even still, he had made it clear
that she wouldn't be able to do that without an escort.

As if on
cue, two more motorcycles pulled alongside Dax, pausing next to them for a
moment and then pulling ahead.  Madison looked up and around the leather jacket
in front of her to see that they had arrived.  The building was just as dark as
it had been the first time she had been here, looking more like an abandoned,
if well maintained, warehouse than an underground casino.  But she imagined
that was the point.  Only the full parking lot around the back and big bikers
standing in front of the doors would tip someone off that the place was still
in use.

Dax pulled
his bike around back and cut the motor after he pulled alongside the other
Harleys.  Troy was already off of his hog, standing next to it and pulling off
his helmet.  Guts was still sitting on his, scowling at her and Dax as they
pulled up.  He was always in a bad mood.  According to Dax, that was nothing
new, but it had become worse since he'd been outvoted for the VP position. 
Losing to Dax had only served to give his sour mood more of a focus.  Madison
hated having to spend any time with the man, but he was still favored by the
Prez who had been his biggest supporter, and the Prez had demanded he be part
of this trip.

Dax swung
his leg over his bike and stepped off, Madison following closely behind.  They
both left their helmets behind and then turned to walk around the building to
the front door.  Madison caught another unpleasant look from Guts at being
ignored, and she had to force herself from grinning.  It would only make things
worse if she showed that she thought it was funny that Dax would ignore him
unless he absolutely had to interact for some reason.  It drove Guts crazy, and
made Madison admire Dax even more.  Some people were afraid of Guts, apparently
the details of him earning that nickname were pretty gruesome, but Dax showed
no fear when he dealt with the man - often going out of his way to
intentionally provoke him.  It may not be the smartest move to have an enemy
like Guts, but Madison knew that Dax was really just asserting his newly
acquired authority.  He was showing Guts, and the club at large, that he was VP
and regardless of anyone's feeling about that, he would take no shit from
anyone.  He demanded respect, and he expected to get it.  From what Madison could
tell, most of the club fully supported that position.  Guts didn't have a lot
of fans, but he did have the one that counted.  She wasn't clear what the
president of the Desperados saw in the man.

The four of
them walked along the side of the building, coming around to the big doors that
held the noise and light of the club away from the prying eyes of the street. 
Not that there were many eyes around other that people that wanted to come here
anyway, the street and surrounding area were mostly deserted.

As they came
up to the two big bikers standing in front of the door, one of them smiled
behind his big black beard as he greeted them.  "Hey Veep, business or
pleasure?" 

Dax scowled
as he punched the big man in the shoulder.  "Shit, that name better not
stick." 

The bearded
man laughed, rubbing his shoulder.  "I think it might.  Sarge is paying
everyone twenty bucks every time they can prove they used it.  I wonder if this
bruise would be proof enough."

Madison
couldn't help herself, a burst of laughter flew from her mouth and now she was
on the receiving end of Dax's scowl.  Dane had inherited the nickname Sarge
when he took over as Sergeant-at-Arms, and it stuck with him much quicker than
it ever caught on with Dax.  In return, though, Dane started referring to Dax
as Veep, spurred on once even harder once he realized how much Dax hated it. 
He was now making it his mission to ensure that it stuck. 

"Just
open the fucking door, Thunder," Guts snarled from behind Dax.  Thunder
shot him a glance and then nodded, the smile fading quickly from his face.  As
far as Madison could tell, Guts had no sense of humor and thus never had time
for jokes.  The bearded biker reached forward and grabbed the big door, heaving
it open.

Loud music
and bright lights immediately flooded around the group, spilling into the night
from the club within.  Guts pushed past Madison and entered first, followed by
Troy.  Dax reached down and gave Madison's butt a little smack to get her to
follow.  She shot a quick reassuring smile at Thunder and then went in, Dax
following closely on her heels.

She'd been
to the club a couple of times since that first night, when Magnum had been shot
and killed.  She still felt uneasy being back, but each time it was a little
better.  A few drinks always helped, and she knew that Dax was going to
relegate her to the bar anyway so she just started to walk towards it
immediately without waiting for him to tell her.  She didn't look back until
she'd reached it, sliding her jeaned bottom up onto one of the stools and
signaling to Lucy, the bartender, that she wanted to order something. 

The men were
talking amongst themselves, barely having noticed that she'd left them.  She
still wasn't use to the biker culture of women being cut out of everything important,
but she knew it wasn't something she was ever going to change.  It was a
constant battle just to be allowed to accompany Dax anywhere that had anything
to do with club business.  It annoyed her, because Trish would often ride along
with Dane, so she knew that the precedent had already been set.  She'd wished
Trish had come along tonight.  She would have liked her company.  She and Dane
had been sent to do something else, though.  As usual, Dax had been stingy with
the details and she hadn't had a chance to ask Trish directly before she'd
disappeared.

"Hey
Madison, whatchya havin'?"  Lucy was one of the bartenders at the club. 
Each one of them looked very similar to Madison herself, actually.  All of them
had big tits, long hair and a penchant for loose tops and tight pants.

"Whiskey
sour," she said.  Lucy nodded and turned away to make her drink.  Ever
since hooking up with Dax, Madison had been trying to get a taste for whiskey
since that's mostly what he drank.  It was foul stuff, but she found that when
it was mixed with the sour taste of lime it actually wasn't half bad.  Of
course, Dax laughed at her every time she ordered it, calling it a girlie
drink, but at least she was drinking whiskey.  Baby steps. 

Lucy put the
drink down in front of her with a smile.  "How've you been, girl?"

"Good,
how about you?  Things back to normal around here?"

Lucy
nodded.  "For the most part.  You know, the police made things shitty for
a couple of days, and I honestly thought they'd shut this whole place down, but
all of sudden everything just went away and things have been back to normal
ever since."

"Weird,"
Madison agreed, concentrating on her drink until Lucy left to go serve other
customers.  Madison wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but she knew why things
went back to normal.  The Desperados had paid off the police to leave this
place alone.  They generally would have kept the whole thing a secret but when
the shots fired, multiple customers called 911 so there was no chance of hiding
the murder of the old VP.  But the cops that showed up were ones that the club
had dealt with in the past, and they were able to convince them to change a few
details regarding their investigation.  She didn't know all the particulars,
but apparently the official story was that Magnum was shot in an old abandoned
warehouse a block away.  And those cops now had enough money to put their kids
through college.

"You
drinking one of those fruity girl drinks?"

Madison
looked up to see Troy walking towards her, eyeing the glass on the bar next to
her.  She ignored his comment.  "Where's Dax?"  She scanned the crowd
but her man was nowhere to be seen.  He was likely in one of the backrooms.

"Attending
business, and guess who gets to babysit you?"

Troy glared
at her and then walked up to the bar, slamming his palm down hard to get Lucy's
attention.  "Whiskey," he barked when she looked his way.

Lucy brought
him his drink and he grabbed her hand as he set the drink down.  "Hey now
baby, what time you done tonight?  You want to go for a ride?"

Lucy pulled
her hand back before he could get a good grip, smiling in a way that Madison
could tell was forced.  "Tempting Troy, but my boyfriend is usually here
to pick me up when I get off.  I doubt he'll want to wait around for me to take
a ride.  Thanks though!"  She rushed away before he could respond.

He picked up
his drink and slammed it back and then dropped the glass down onto the bar with
a thud as he sat down on the stool next to Madison.  "That girl needs to
feel a real cock, then she wouldn't be so anxious to get back to her little
boyfriend
." 
He said the word boyfriend with disdain.

Madison said
nothing, picking up her drink and bringing it to her lips to cover a smile she
could feel starting to form.  At the mention of the word cock, her mind
couldn't help but conjure up the image of Troy naked, with his long thin dick
that matched his wiry frame.  If he thought Lucy needed to feel a real cock,
surely he can't be suggesting his own.  Although she hadn't fucked him, she did
suck his skinny dick that first night and she couldn't imagine it satisfying
anyone.