Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (75 page)

Dax removed
one of his hands from her shirt and put it against the counter, next to her
own.  With more leverage, his thrusts now became more powerful.  With each
shove of his cock into her wetness, he let out another grunt, the only sounds
he had made since they had arrived back home.

She was
making small noises now as well, little squeaks of pleasure that matched each
one of his own.

His thrusts
suddenly got faster and Madison knew he wouldn't be much longer.  She was far
from orgasm herself, but she didn't care.  She had cum enough that day, and was
just happy that Dax was no longer angry with her.  Aside from the obvious
pleasure she felt from stimulation, the feeling of his hardness filling up her
pussy also filled her heart with contentment, and although Dax couldn't see
her, the smile she wore was plastered across her face from ear to ear.

His strong
hand squeezed her breast hard as his hips slammed against her ass one final
time.  With an even louder groan, she felt his cock expand within her and then
explode, filling her with a jet of hot cum.  She felt his weight against her
back as he leaned forward, trying to push his cock in even deeper as it
continued to spasm.  His hand was still squeezing her breast, the nipple caught
tightly between his index and middle finger.

Madison
squeezed her muscles, trying to milk more of the hot prize from his cock even
as it continued to spill its load.  She could feel his warm breath against the
back of her neck until he was done, finally pushing off of the counter and
lifting his weight from her as his hand slipped out of her shirt.  His cock was
the last bit of flesh to lose contact with her, slipping out easily along a
trail of their mixed juices.

She leaned
forward for another couple of moments, letting her own breath catch up. 
Despite the fact that she had cum twice a few hours ago, she couldn't help but
feel a little bit disappointed at the quickness of their encounter. 

Dax had
kicked his pants away and now pulled off his sweaty shirt, dropping it on the
floor as he walked, naked, towards the bathroom.  She watched his firm and
muscled ass flex with each movement until he disappeared behind the bathroom
door.  She then finally straightened up herself, grabbing a couple of paper
towels from the counter and using them to catch the remains of their session
that was now threatening to soil the kitchen floor.

By the time
Dax had emerged from the bathroom, she had pulled off the rest of her clothes
as well, and met him naked on their way to his bedroom.  He still hadn't said a
word.

The clock on
the nightstand said that it was already half past 2 AM.  They both climbed
silently into bed.  Madison lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering
whether or not she should say something or just leave Dax alone until morning. 
He was clearly mad about something still, and despite the fact that they had
just had sex - fucked was a more appropriate term - his silent treatment made
it hard to believe that he wasn't still at least somewhat angry with her.

Before she
had made up her mind on whether and what to say, though, she could hear by his
deep and rhythmic breathing that he was already asleep.  With a mental shrug,
she turned over and closed her eyes.  He'd made up her mind for her, as he
often did.  She didn't have to fret over it for too long though, as she fell
asleep within minutes herself.

~
FIFTEEN ~

Morning had almost past
before Madison opened her eyes again.  A quick peek at the clock said that it
was almost lunch time.  She rolled over to check on Dax, but discovered the bed
empty next to her.  Her nose gave her a hint at where he was, though, as the
smell of coffee seeped into her consciousness.

Slipping out
of bed and consciously deciding not to put anything on, she walked naked into
the kitchen.  Dax was sitting at the table, mug in hand, staring silently at
the wall in front of him.  He was already partly dressed in jeans, but nothing
else.  The tattoos on his chest and arms rippled with each movement as he
brought the cup to his lips and took a sip.  His eyes shifted to her as she
entered the room, and his gaze quickly took in her nudity appreciatively,
although she still didn't see a smile touch his lips.

"There's
more coffee in the pot," he said.

"Thanks."

Madison
walked past him and grabbed a cup, filling it with the hot black liquid.  She
got some cream from the fridge and poured it liberally in, despite the fact
that Dax often made fun of her for not drinking it black.  Cream was the only
thing that made coffee drinkable, in her opinion.  

Madison
walked over to the chair next to Dax and sat down.  The cool wood against her
bare ass made her eyes widen, but it quickly warmed beneath her.  "So are
you ready to talk about what happened last night?"

Dax stared
into his cup for a few moments before responding.  "Fucking Guts," he
said.

So it was
something Guts had done that pissed him off.  Whatever it was, at least it took
his mind off how angry he had been with her.  She waited to see if he would
continue on his own, but he remained silent.

"What
happened?  Who were those men you were with?" she prodded.

Dax sighed
heavily, his fingers gripping the cup so tightly they were turning white. 
"The Mexicans.  Our suppliers.  Supposed to be our former suppliers by
now.  That's what we were there to discuss.  The talks have been going on too
long, we should have cut off ties already, but this meeting was supposed to
close things up."

Drugs.  This
was about Dax moving the club out of drugs, as he had promised when he was made
VP.  Madison knew that they were supplied by a Mexican cartel and have been one
of their biggest clients for months.  It sounded like they weren't interested
in losing that business.

"I
didn't do anything to screw it up, did I?" she asked, still worried that
he was mad.

Dax shook
his head.  "Your little... show... distracted them."  He was quiet
for a moment.  "It was a smart move."  Madison smiled but he then
looked her in the eye. "A smart move to cover up a very stupid one."

Her smile
faded as he stared at her, but then he shook his head and exhaled again. 
"Look, shit happens, right?  Just try to listen to me when I tell you
something.  There's usually a fucking reason."

"I
will, I promise."

He looked
again at her, cocking his head.  "I don't believe that for a second,"
he said. 

"I mean
I'll try, anyway."

He finally
laughed, and she felt the tension drain away, at least between the two of
them.  She reached forward and lay a hand on his, and he didn't pull it away. 
It relaxed a bit at her touch, some color returning to his knuckles as his grip
on his cup loosened.

"Bambi
told me to tell you that she's still interested in having a turn with
you," he said.  "She was disappointed that Cleo got first crack
between your legs.  Burst your lesbian cherry."

Madison
again felt her face redden.  "How does she know I haven't done that
before?"

Dax didn't
say anything, he just stared at her with a look on his face that seemed to
question whether she was asking that seriously.

"Fine,
it was my first time, but that doesn't mean there will be a second one."

"You
certainly seemed to enjoy it."

She looked
at him sharply, but then smiled softly.  "What can I say.  I guess a girl
knows best how to please another girl.  Anyway," she said, trying to
change the subject, " what happened after I left?  Why are you so upset? 
What did Guts do?"

She felt his
hand grip the mug again under her touch.  "The man needs to learn his
fucking place," he growled.  "I was made VP, not him.  I think the
fact that the Prez voted his way gives him some fucking misguided belief that
he can do whatever the hell he wants.

"Our
discussions were going alright with the Mexicans, but they're still unwilling
to let us walk away from distribution completely.  I had offered to help find
them someone else to pick up our end of it, and that was what we were in the
midst of talking about.  There are a few other clubs I can talk to that would
love to earn some extra money.  Let them take the heat and be responsible for
all the shit that this stuff causes."

Ever since
Dax had opened up to her about his own past with drugs and how it had ruined
his family life, Madison knew how personal this fight was to him.  But the
president of the Desperados had never been on board with it, despite the fact
that many of the members were firmly on Dax's side.  Guts was the Prez's man
all the way, though.

"So
what happened?"

"Guts
opened his shit eating mouth, that's what.  Each time I mentioned a potential
club that could take over the business, he would say something negative about
them.  He'd do it slyly, like he was just thinking out loud or some shit, but
it was always enough to make the Mexicans think twice and nix that choice. 
Like when I told them that Hell's Riders would be a good fit, Guts initially
agreed, but then said something like
as long as you don't mind the fact that
they've had issues with a mole in their club lately, sending two of their
members to the pen in the past three months without any ideas yet who it is
." 

"Is
that true?"

"Doesn't
fucking matter.  He shouldn't have said it.  I think it might be true, that's
the rumor, anyway.  But that's not the point.  If they went with the Riders,
that would be their problem, not ours.  We're supposed to be trying to get rid
of them, and that comment turned them right back the fuck around to look at us
again.  And he did it over and over with each club I mentioned.  By the end of
the night, the Mexicans said that they weren't comfortable with changing
anything now, and then before I could say anything, Guts said he understands
and maybe it isn't a good time.

"Obviously
I can't just fucking contradict him in front of them, make us look weak and
like we have internal problems.  Then again, since that seemed to turn them off
everyone else, maybe it would have helped our case."  He paused now,
staring at the wall.  "Nah.  Those guys are brutal.  More than likely they
would have decided to try to fix our internal problems with a few permanent
staff changes of their own design, and who knows whose head would have ended up
with a bullet in it in that scenario.  These guys are fucking serious, and they
don't let anything mess around with their money flow.  We're big earners for
them, and they're very uninterested in changing the way things work."

"That's
terrible!"

"It
gets worse.  Guts was obviously trying to make sure that the Mexicans didn't
suspect him of sabotaging the meeting, so he goes on about how he is looking
forward to making this work, all a bunch of horse shit, laying it on real
thick.  Then, he says, to sweeten the pot, he promises them a celebration with
one of our girls when we finally strike a deal.  He did that shit to annoy me
personally."

"Does
he know your history with your mother?" She could understand, after Dax's
mother was murdered by a john that her dealer boyfriend had set her up with to
help pay for the addiction that he encouraging, that Dax would have a big
problem with Guts' promise.  It was essentially the same thing.  He had vowed
never to let one of his girls be forced into a situation like this, or let it
happen outside of the club where they can keep them safe.

"No,
but he knows that I watch the girls and make sure they decide how far to go. 
These Mexican guys are brutal.  Even if the girl agreed to it, I wouldn't want
her alone with them."

"So
what's next?  What can you do?"

He shook his
head.  "Not sure yet.  I have to talk to some brothers.  I spoke to Dane
and Lurch briefly last night to fill them in on what happened, but we're going
to discuss things in more detail today and figure out our next move. If I make
a move against Guts, it's going to have fallout, despite the fact that he
doesn't hold any official rank in the club.  Everyone knows he's the right hand
man of the Prez.  So that means that his interference last night came directly
from above.  Since we voted to move out of drugs, the Prez can't do anything
directly himself, or the members may rise up against him and toss him out on
his ear.  But if he goes through Guts, he has deniability.  And the way Guts
did it, he can always argue that he was just being careful, making sure the
Mexican's don't go with someone and then later have to come back to us when it
doesn't work out.  Or worse yet, blame us for the failure."

"Well,
that's true isn't it?  It sounds like, from what you're saying, if they blame
you guys it could get violent?"

"Maybe,
but the Mexican's have a way of making their revenue sources work, even if they
have to force a regime change, as I said.  If they go with another club, I
think they'll make it work.  And like I said, we don't even know if the rumor
about the Riders is true.  But even if it is, some of the other things he said
about other clubs were even less based in reality.  He was careful, though. 
Nothing was an outright lie, not that I could tell anyway.  But he stretched
the truth a lot, and relied heavily on many rumors that I know were
phony."

They were
quiet for a few minutes, Madison still holding his hand as it gripped the cup
tightly.  She started to rub it gently, trying to relax him.  She was  happy as
his fingers finally lost some of their tension again.  She stood up and walked
behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders and starting to rub them, they
were even tighter than his hands.

"I just
want you to be careful," she said.  "It's enough that you have to
worry about the Mexicans, it sounds like if you do something wrong you'll have
to worry about Guts as well.  I don't trust that guy."

"Neither
do I," he agreed.  "But I have the numbers.  Prez doesn't have a huge
support group outside of Guts and a couple other idiots that are only
interested in the money that drugs bring.  We make enough through the casino,
though, and we could easily replace the lost drug income by expanding that. 
Cut Yamada out completely and run a few ourselves.  We're integrated enough in
his operation now that we know how it works.  Shit, that feels good."

She was
digging her fingers into the knots in his shoulders, working them out as he
spoke.  Her bare breasts were pressed against the back of his head, and she
felt him lean back a bit, resting against them as if they were pillows.

"Well
you need to relax a bit.  If you go out all tense like this, you're liable to
say something that will just make the situation worse."

He grunted
and she took that as agreement, so she pushed harder into his shoulders. 
"When do you have to leave?" she asked.

"Soon,"
he said.  "I'm meeting Lurch and Dane at the club in an hour."

"Then
we don't have a lot of time," she said.

"For
what?"

Madison
walked around to the front of the chair, pushing the table out of the way so
she could get in front of the biker.  "To relax you," she said,
slowly sinking to her knees with a smile.

She pressed
herself between Dax's legs and he spread them to let her in.  Without wasting
time, she reached to the front of his pants and undid his fly, dipping her hand
in and fishing around.  She didn't withdraw her hand until she could pull his
cock out along with it.