Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (12 page)

“We aren’t at war yet,” answered Pax. He put his hand on Short John’s shoulder and laughed. “Maybe love will conquer war.”

“And maybe you both will end up dead.” replied Short John with a shake of his head. As he turned to leave, he added, “See you in the morning... I hope.”

CHAPTER SIX

Pax knocked on the door and said loudly, “Sammie, it’s me. I said I would come back to you.”

Sammie opened the door. “Actually, you said that you love me and would come back to me.”

“I will always love you,” Paxton answered as he rushed into the room and gathered Sammie into his arms. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other as they met. Their lips nibbled hungrily at each other’s cheeks as they moved through the apartment toward the bedroom. With frantic hands, they pulled at each other’s clothing until they were both standing naked next to the bed.

They fell into the bed, rolling across sheets and covers until they stopped with Pax between Sammie’s legs. There was a frantic need to their lovemaking. It was as if they were rushing to give themselves to each other before they could be torn apart again, perhaps forever.

Finally, after they were lying together spent and breathless, Sammie said through tears and sobs, “I was so afraid you were never coming back. In my mind, I could see you lying dead in the desert.”

“There were times I wasn’t sure I was coming back,” Pax answered. “It could have gone either way. But it would have taken a lot more than a greasy Mexican druglord with delusions of grandeur to keep me from coming back to you.”

“My love protected you,” she sighed. “My love brought you back to me.”

“Something protected me.” answered Pax. “But the shit pit is getting deeper and deeper. Mr. Boss has evidently grown much more powerful lately. He has some serious connections in the state police. He had a couple of captains come down there to identify Keith. I recognized one of them. He probably already knew my name, but he didn’t recognize me—or at least he didn’t show it. It was their word that they had never seen either of us around the police station as much as me showing up on Long John’s bike that convinced El Jefe, or whatever the hell his  name is, that we weren’t really cops.”

Sammie stroked Pax’s face lightly as she said, “Now all we have to worry about is the fact that you are working for a very powerful drug lord who might decide to kill us all for no reason; some corrupt police captains now know how you smuggle drugs and could use that information to cut a deal if they get caught; Los Lobos want to go to war against the Knights because of something Long John did; my father probably wants you dead because you are sleeping with me; and now most of your friends know that I am the daughter of their biggest enemy.”

“That about sums it up,” Pax said with a laugh. Then he ran his hands lightly over Sammie’s breast. “Our love will protect us,” he said. “And if our love is not enough for what tomorrow brings, at least it has brought us together for tonight.”

Sammie arched her back as Pax’s hand brushed over her erect nipples. “Then we must make the best of tonight,” she breathed heavily. The white-hot, frantic need that had consumed them earlier was now gone, but a deep red glow of  desire for each other still burned very warm within  them. Sammie pulled Pax closer and ran her hands down the muscles of his back.

He braced himself on one arm so that his other hand was free to roam her body, swirling around her nipples and then trailing down her front to find her throbbing clit. He softly stroked her  swollen cunt as he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts. She cried out softly and arched to push her breast more firmly into his mouth. Her legs slid open to give him  fuller access to her dripping sex.

Sammie could soon feel an orgasm building within her. Pax could also feel it in the stiffness of her clit and in the way that she thrust herself against his hand. She was now moaning softly. When he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, she cried out and her moans became louder,  taking on a keening quality. She tugged weakly at his waist, trying to pull him over to between her legs. When Pax instead increased the motion of his hand, she began to lose control and her arms thrashed wildly against the bed. She was now raising herself up off the bed, her cries a continuous loud “Aaaiii!” that was growing louder and shriller with each passing second.

Finally, just as Sammie was about to reach the peak of passion, Pax slid over on top of her and aligned himself with her opening. He pushed himself forward and she reached down to guide him into her eagerly waiting cunt.

Her orgasm began almost as soon as Pax entered her. Her head tossed back and forth against the bed as he slowly began moving within her. Her body slammed up to meet his thrusts as he increased tempo and force. She was now higher than she had ever before been. They were alone somewhere in the universe, floating through time and space. They were one, brought together in an explosion of sound and light. And then the sun went white-hot and the heat enveloped them both.

Neither Sammie nor Pax was moving any more. They lay intertwined on the bed, trying to hold on to that moment of ecstasy and unity for as long as possible. Pax slowly relaxed against Sammie’s body. She continued to stroke his back as he lay upon her.

Finally he said softly, “I’m crushing you,” and rolled over next to her. He lay on his back and pulled her onto his chest. His left arm enveloped her and pulled her close. She purred and snuggled into Pax’s safe and protective embrace. Together they fell asleep until the  light of the morning sun awoke them.

As they lay together in the bed, Pax played lightly with Sammie’s breasts and nipples. It was more play than foreplay. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but it could have been. His fingers traced the outline of the Marauder devil tattooed on her left breast.

“I think I need your mark to protect me,” she said. It sounded almost more like a question than a statement.

“The loyalty tats don’t work that way,” answered Pax flatly.

“It does for The Hell’s Marauders and Los Lobos,” she answered.

“What do you mean?”

“Los Lobos and the Marauders are brother gangs... literally. The leader of the Lobos is my uncle, Carlos. Most of its members broke away from the Marauders and are related to them either north or south of the border. Many of them carry two tats. On the left is the red Marauder devil. On the right is the Lobos grey wolf. The grey circle around the devil’s head indicates that they have gone over to Los Lobos, but will not fight the Marauders. If the grey wolf is surrounded by a red circle, it indicates that they have come over from Lobos to Marauder. The agreement between the two gangs is that you can make that change once... and only once. Those who want more than the Marauders, go over to the Lobos. Those who want less than the Lobos, come over to the Marauders.”

“So,” asked Pax, “if you get the K and lance on your right breast and put a white circle around the devil on your left breast, that would indicate that you have gone over to the Knights, but you will not fight your father or his followers.”

“That’s what it would mean,” answered Sammie. “But I’m not sure any of the Knights will know what it means.” She paused to give a deep sigh, “... and I am even less sure that the Marauders will honor it.”

“I will know what it means,” said Pax, drawing a small circle around the red devil on Sammie’s left breast. “It will mean that you love me very much, but that you still love your father.”

Now it was Pax’s turn to give a deep sigh. “Hopefully a way can be found to avoid war between the Knights and the Lobos, especially since it sounds like war with the Lobos also means war with the Marauders.”

“Make love to me one more time before I have to leave,” Sammie said as she pressed herself against Pax’s body. “Make love to me like it is our last chance to ever be together.”

As Pax once again began stroking her body, he softly spoke the truth of their lives. “I love you, Sammie, and you love me, but every time we make love it may very well be our last chance to ever be together.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sammie Johnson snuggled closer to Pax’s side as the two lied together in his bed. The morning sun was just beginning to come through the windows, waking her. For some reason she had always been an “up with the sun” type of girl. No matter how late into the night she went, the first light of day would wake her. Her morning cheerfulness was the bane of the classmates in eight o’clock classes at the university.

In her apartment downtown, she was usually able to sleep in a while longer. The windows of her apartment were on the back side of the building and faced another, much taller building across a narrow alleyway. There was very little direct sun in the alleyway to come through her windows and the small amount of light that did spill in was often held back by curtains and a thick shade.

Pax’s bedroom above the Camden Knight’s clubhouse, on the other hand, was on the second floor and the windows faced east out over a large, tree-lined parking lot. Thin curtains and shades, even when pulled down, failed to block the light. So, Sammie rose with the morning sun.

She lay with her head on Pax’s chest and lightly stroked the muscles of his abdomen. Even asleep, the ridges of his six-pack were clearly evident. As she ran her hands over his chest, Pax’s breathing did not change. In the many nights which Sammie had spent with him, she had learned that he seemed to be able to sleep through almost anything, but somehow was still able to hear the slightest noise that was out of place.

If Sammie got up before him, as she normally did, she could stomp around the room, take a shower, or otherwise make all sorts of noise without disturbing him at all. But if she intentionally tried to be quiet and sneak around the room, Pax was awake and alert almost immediately.

She had also discovered that Paxton Keller didn’t have to wake up to get turned on. As she let her hand wander slightly lower on his body, part of him started waking up. She slid her hand over his stirring manhood. He wasn’t the biggest man she had ever seen, but he was well above average, carrying a “concealed weapon.”

Flaccid, his penis was only a little over two inches long, but once it came to attention, it grew to almost seven inches and was big enough around that if she circled it with her thumb and forefinger, the tips of her fingers did not quite meet.

She smiled as she remembered the morning that she had decided to wake him with oral sex. It had been an almost playful experiment on her part to see how far she could go before Pax actually opened his eyes. She started stroking him that morning, and soon he was at full attention with quite a large tent under the sheets.

She expected him to move or at least moan a little when she slid the sheets from his body, but he didn’t. She expected him to open his eyes when she softly stroked his turgid shaft, but he didn’t. She expected him to run his hand through her hair as she kissed her way down his body, but he didn’t. He didn’t even move as she slipped her mouth over the tip of his manhood.

As she used her tongue and lips, it was obvious that Pax was enjoying the pleasure which she was giving him, but his eyes remained closed and his arms remained relaxed at his side. She continued to swirl her tongue across his glans and moved her lips up and down his shaft until he began to slowly thrust upward to meet her movements. He breathed harder and harder and writhed slowly on the bed.

Somehow, he was still asleep.

It was not until he erupted within her mouth—musky and full—that he awakened with a groan.

“That’s a hell of a way to wake a man up in the morning,” he said.

“You didn’t like it?” she replied

“Of course I liked it,” Pax answered, “and I was dreaming of you before I came.” He suddenly turned a bright shade of red and stammered, “I mean, before I woke up.”

At that moment, Pax looked almost like an embarrassed little boy. As he smiled over at Sammie, she could imagine him as a small child smiling at his mother after getting caught doing something wrong.

It was a vulnerability that Sammie did not often see in him and it showed a side of him that he probably allowed no one else to ever see. A quick peek, that was all he was willing to show, yet he showed it to her nonetheless. Sammie knew then that the feelings they shared went beyond simple lust for each other’s’ physical bodies. In that playful moment, Sammie knew that she
deeply and truly loved Pax, and even more importantly, she knew that Pax deeply and truly loved her.

He showed that love in the way that he would stop by the diner where she worked part-time, just to talk for a few moments. He showed that love when he openly brought her to his apartment at the Camden Knight’s clubhouse even after most of the club became aware that she was the daughter of the head of their hated rivals, The Hell’s Marauders. He showed that love in the ferocious way in which he had defended her against Keith’s cruelty.

But nothing showed that love more completely and absolutely than the little boy smile and embarrassment that he had allowed her to see that first time.

Sammie was pretty sure that Pax had recognized the importance of that moment also. They made passionate and intense love that morning once he was fully up. Ever since that morning, there was something different about their lovemaking. Yes, it was sex. It was hot, intense, fabulous sex, but somehow, that morning, and after that morning, it was more than just sex. Both Sammie and Paxton knew it. How else could she describe it?