Ruined #5 (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #5) (8 page)

He held me tightly until my shakes and involuntary
jerks had subsided. When I was finally relaxed once more, Dax whispered, “Roll
over.”

I did as he asked and all at once I felt him slip
into my still hot, wet pussy from behind and begin pounding once more. His
thrusts became harder and more urgent. He had one hand wrapped up in my hair
and was using the other one to pinch and squeeze the cheeks of my ass. Then he
would slide up and do the same to my nipples. It was pure ecstasy and I felt
another orgasm welling up inside of me. All it took to break it loose was the
feeling of Dax’s cock swelling and growing harder inside of me. We exploded
together and then we lay there with my back pressed up against his chest as we
came down from our natural highs. When we had both stopped shaking, he turned
me over so that I was facing him and then he kissed me lightly and sweetly.

He whispered, “I love you, Olivia.”

CHAPTER
TWELVE

DAX

8
years later

“Hey, that looks good.”

I looked up and saw the Sheriff leaning across the
partition to look at the tattoo I was working on.

I smiled. “Thanks, Sheriff. You really shouldn’t do
that though. People get tattoos in private places sometimes. They might not
take too kindly to having you gawking at them without their permission.”

“Sorry Dax,” he said. “Sorry Celeste,” he said to
the young woman whose lower back tattoo I was just finishing up.

“
It’s
okay, Sheriff,” she
told him.

“There you go, Celeste, all finished,” I told her,
holding out a hand mirror for her.

She grabbed the mirror from my hand and used it to
look at what I’d done. She squealed and said, “Oh my goodness, Dax! I love it.
You’re so good. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Here, let me cover it before you
go.”

I got her all covered up and sent her on her way. I
heard her and Sheriff Talley talking out in the lobby while I was cleaning up.
I thought back to a time when the sight or the sound of a law enforcement
person or a siren would set my teeth on edge.
Eight years
later, it was what it was…a group of people who were on their way to try and
straighten out a mess that some other people made.
Some are good and
some are bad, on both sides. I knew that I hadn’t done anything that would
interest them, but there was also no one around who may have made them think I
had.

I washed my hands and went out front. The sheriff
was still waiting for me.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” I asked him.

“My boy wants a tattoo for his twenty-first
birthday. I said no and I had a big old fit about it just to throw him off. But
I wanted to see if you had a gift certificate I could buy to stick in a card
for him so it’s a surprise.”

“Absolutely,” I told him. I laid a folder on the
counter with a list of the sizes and body parts and prices and asked, “Do you
have any idea where he wants it, or what he wants?”

“No idea,” he said.

“You want to just get one for what you’re planning
on spending then and if he picks out a smaller one, I can reimburse him or
you…”

“That’ll work,” he said.

He paid me and I gave him the certificate. Then he
spent another fifteen minutes talking about anything and everything in town. He
was a great guy, but he was worse than a lonely old woman when it came to
gossiping.
 

At last, he looked at his watch and as if I were the
one keeping him he said, “I’m sorry Dax but I’m going to have to cut this
short. I have a staff meeting at one.”

“All right Sheriff, thanks for the business.”

“Just make sure and give him something that’ll make
me proud,” he said with a wink as he went out the door.

I couldn’t help but smile again. Sometimes it was
like living in Mayberry around here.

I was finally able to get my lunch out of the fridge
and take it out front to the little bistro table. I had bought it at a yard
sale and set it up in front of my place. I sat down and opened my iced tea,
took out my sandwich and began to eat. As I ate, I looked around at the little
stucco buildings around me and the hills that looked like they were draped in a
thick carpet of color. The wildflowers were in full bloom across them. On the
other side of me was a rocky, rugged mountain with no pretty flowers but some
awesome hiking trails.

The first time I saw that place, I didn’t think it
was pretty at all. All I saw was the dust and the tumbleweeds. Because the sun
was already going down behind the mountain, the mountain ranges were dark and
the flowers
were closed up
for the cool night. I was
always shocked the next day when I looked at the same mountain and it was
bursting with color. The lack of plants and trees had been an illusion as well.
They were everywhere, they just looked different there.

I began to like to get up early. I took a hike up to
the Lost Horse Mine and made the six and a half mile walk or if I had more time
I’d go up further to Carey’s Castle.
It was a bunch of old
abandoned caverns and walking around them and exploring the area brought
the little boy out in me. One day, I’d bring my own kids up there. That’s why I
was there mostly, it seemed like it would be a great place to raise a family.
So far, after being there six years I hadn’t discovered anything that said
otherwise. The people were nice, the landscape was beautiful, my tattoo shop
was thriving and for the first time I felt true peace in my heart.

Joshua
Tree
didn’t have any
outlaw biker clubs. They had one that was made up of a bunch of working class
guys who liked to ride over to Nevada and gamble for a weekend every now and
again. They did toy runs at Christmas and they had Easter Egg Hunts in the
spring. It was a whole different world there from where I grew up, but that was
exactly why I was there.

My dad didn’t do any jail time over the shooting of
Blake. Enough of what happened was on the tape and Blake had also fired his gun
three times and my dad fired his only once when the D.A. investigated. They
filed it under self-defense and slapped a few fines on him for not having a
permit for the gun.

Terrance and Brock both turned state’s evidence
against their brethren. They both only ended up doing a couple of years in
prison, but in the meantime, the club
was completely
dismantled
. My mother told my dad that it was time for him to retire. He
was tired, and the club was a mess so he didn’t argue with her. After I moved,
they sold the house and bought an RV. They spend their time traveling the
United States together. My dad still rode. He’d die the day he had to stop, but
at least he started to just take the bike off the trailer and ride until he was
tired and then he got back in the RV with my mom. My mom was happier than I’d
ever seen her. She finally didn’t have the sins of my father and his two sons
weighing her down.

Olivia’s uncle actually kept the
Smokin
’
Jokers name alive. He stepped in and took over for my dad, and then he
appointed his own officers and they began recruiting. He turned it into a
respectable club that didn’t even dabble in anything illegal. Instead, they
volunteered for community service activities and they worked with foster kids
and the elderly. He fixed up the bikes and as they’re out on their runs,
they’re a living advertisement for the work he did. People brought their bikes
in for modifications from all over the state and his little business
throve.
 

I was just finishing up my lunch when my phone rang.
I looked at the face and saw that it was my mom.

“Hey Mom, what’s up?”

“I was just letting you know we’re getting closer.
We just pulled into Colorado. We’ll be here a few days and then keep on
trekking west.”

“That’s good, how’s Colorado?”

“Oh it’s gorgeous, your father loves it. If we
weren’t coming to see you, he’d make me stay here longer. We shouldn’t be more
than a few more weeks,” she said. They had gone all the way to the East Coast
and they were on their trek back.

“Okay Mom, looking forward to seeing you. Drive safe
and have fun.”

“We will. I love you, Dax.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I ended the call and packed up the trash from my
lunch just as my next appointment arrived. This guy wanted a Gecko on his
arm…there was no accounting for taste.

“Hey Frank, how are things at the pharmacy today?”

“Busy, busy,” he said. “How about you Dax, how’s
business?”

“It’s great,” I told him, honestly. It really was.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

OLIVIA

I loved my job, but what I loved even more was
quitting time. It was my week to close the clinic. Our last patient of the day
ran late and everyone else had already been gone for a while. I shared the
office with two other nurse practitioners and a doctor. We were all equal
partners. That day was actually my first day working as a partner rather than
just an employee. It was a day I had hoped for but I had been afraid would
never come. I finished making sure all of the lights were off and then I
finished locking all the doors. It was just after five. I would get to the day
care in plenty of time.

I got into my jeep and drove the ten minutes over to
the school where they had a little area for the day care. There were only about
twenty kids under the age of four on any given day. I remembered the first time
they told me that and the number overwhelmed me. I thought it was an outrageous
amount of kids.
I
supposed it was because the thought
of the love of my life not being given one on one attention was disturbing to
me at first. I found out that when you’re a new mother there are a lot of
things that are disturbing.

As I approached the playground, Little Joey saw me.
I could never get enough of the way his little face lit up when he looks at me.
I thought I knew a long time ago what unconditional love was. I didn’t think
anyone truly knew that until they had a child.

“Mama!”

“Joey!” As soon as I stepped through the gates he
was on me. His chubby little arms wrapped tight around my neck. I kissed his
face and carried him inside to sign him out and get his backpack.

The lady that stepped in behind me said, “Oh what a
beautiful boy.”

I smiled, I never got tired of hearing that, and I
heard it a lot. He was a lot more than beautiful, but it was the first thing everyone
noticed about him.

“Thank you,” I told her. “His mama thinks so, that’s
for sure.”

“How old is he?”

“How old are you Joey, tell the lady.”

“I’m free,” he said, holding up three fingers.

“Wow, what a big boy,” the lady said. She wasn’t
kidding. He was a big guy.

I loaded Joey into his car seat and strapped him
down tight in the back seat and he talked non-stop on the drive to his Daddy’s
shop. I loved the sound of his babble. It was like music to my ears after I’ve
missed him all day.

“Here we are kiddo,” I told him as we pulled up in
front. I unstrapped him and helped him out.

As soon as I got him out, he wanted down too. I sat
him down on his feet and he took off. I wasn’t worried because he was on the
sidewalk and I knew he couldn’t open the door. The knob was too high.

“Mama, come on!” he yelled at me over his shoulder.

“I’m here, Mr. Impatient.” I pulled open the door
and Joey ran straight to the back. That door was too high for him to open too
but he knew here he could press his little face into the partition and see
inside.

That was what he was doing when Dax looked over the
top of it and said, “There’s my hot wife, but
where’s my boy
?”

Joey was giggling and pressed up
against the corner of the partition.
He thought that Dax
couldn’t see him there.

“Oh my goodness, I have no idea. Where’s Joey? He
was just here.” More giggling and then at last Dax reached over and grabbed him
into his arms.

“There he is!” he shouted before tickling him all
over. Sometimes when I watched the two of them together my heart felt like it
was going to explode. They looked just alike. I had two Dax’s to love. I was
the luckiest woman in the world.

I let myself into the back through the door. Dax
gave Joey some new stickers he’d gotten for him and while he was putting them
all over the chair he’d almost completely covered with stickers Dax said, “So,
how was your first day?”

I laughed. “Well, since it wasn’t technically my
first day it was surprisingly easy.”

“You know what I mean. How did it feel to walk in
there this morning and know that you own a piece of the place?”

“It felt awesome,” I told him. “I stared at my new
business card every chance I got today.”

He hugged me and said, “Olivia Turner, Registered
Nurse Practitioner, and now a partner in the Joshua Tree Clinic. I’m so damn
proud of you.”