Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (13 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

As she remembered that morning from weeks ago, Sammie’s hand continued to wander over Pax’s body. Soon, Pax’s manhood rose and Sammie briefly considered giving him a lip alarm, but her thoughts about their love for each other had an effect on her body. Her body was definitely not asleep and she continued to run her hands across Pax’s body, she could feel herself swaying slightly against his side, her own level of sexual excitement growing within her.

A wicked grin crossed her face as she slid the covers down to the end of the bed. Pax was still asleep, but his prick was now standing at full attention. Sammie carefully lifted herself over Pax’s leg and straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips. She positioned him carefully beneath her and then she slowly lowered herself onto his waiting shaft. He took a deep breath but remained asleep.

She sat there for what seemed like several minutes, breathing deeply and feeling the fullness of his manhood within her.
We were made for each other.
she thought silently. He filled her completely and gave her a feeling of fullness that brought pleasure even without movement.

She began slowly, rocking at first and pushing her hips against his as she started her ride. Then, as her passion began to mount, she started moving up and down more and more as she continued her thrusts. Her hands were now on her knees as she bounced and rode the wild horse of passion.

Suddenly Pax began to thrust up to meet her movements. She looked down at his face and could see that he was now obviously awake. His eyes were not open, but they were not closed in sleep either. They were closed in passion and he was in control of his body as he slammed up to meet her thrusts.

Hands closed on her breasts and tweaked her stiff nipples, loosing deep moans from her lips. She felt the tremors of orgasm beginning to sweep through her body. Her legs were growing weak from pleasure but she didn’t want to stop, refused to let it stop. Crying out, she fell against Pax’s chest, hips still grinding against him.

Pax pulled her tightly against his chest and thrust upward one last and forceful time as he too, cried out in climax.

He continued to hold her tightly against him as their bodies slowly returned to normal. Sammie felt Pax slowly shrinking inside her. She moaned softly as she felt him slip from within her. For several minutes following that, he continued to stroke her back before finally saying that he had to visit the bathroom.

When he returned, he pulled her against him as they lay side by side on the bed. He pulled the sheet up over them and lightly stroked Sammie’s breasts. His fingers traced the white circle which now enclosed the small red devil at the top of her left breast. He then ran a finger along the lance which protruded from the K which was positioned in the same place on her right breast.

“Have you shown your father?” he asked.

Sammie answered with “Have you told the Knights?”

“I guess we need to face both of those things.” He cupped her face and smiled. “The daughter of the head of the Marauders living with the leader of the Camden Knights might be a little difficult to accept for both groups.”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” she asked.

“I guess I am,” he answered. “But first we have to figure out how to explain all of this to the members of the Camden Knights.”

“You’ll find a way,” said Sammie as she laid her head on his chest and snuggled her body tightly against him. Washed in Pax’s scent, Sammie kissed his fingertips—one by one—and whispered. “You’ll find a way.”

It was at that exact moment that Short John, Pax’s wingman and body guard, began banging on the door to the apartment. “Pax!” he yelled. “You’d better get your ass downstairs. Keith has called a meeting without you and is getting everybody really stirred up about you having a spy in your bed. He says you are love sick and don’t know what you are doing and are no longer able to lead the Knights. He wants to force a vote to make him President and kick you out.”

“Be right down,” Pax yelled in response.

He rolled off the bed to grab his clothes and said to Sammy, “I guess it’s time.” Then he asked, “Do you have one of those tube top things to put on?”

Sammie looked at him in surprise and asked, “Why?”

“Something that shows the tops of your breasts,” he answered.

“How about a peasant top blouse?” She suggested. “I think what you want to be seen will show just fine.”

“Whatever,” he said as he grabbed his shirt and jeans. “But we need to get downstairs in a hurry before Keith manages to do something really stupid... even for him.”

CHAPTER NINE

A few minutes later, Pax entered the back of clubhouse. As he and Sammie walked rapidly toward the crowd gathered in the main room, he heard Keith’s raised voice.

“Can you really trust him to lead you properly?” Keith asked. “Are you willing to put your life in his hands when he is literally in bed with the Marauders?”

A murmur went through the Knights as Pax walked up behind Keith and said quietly but firmly. “Thank you for asking that question, Keith. And yes, the Knights have a right to hear my answer.”

Keith was taken by surprise by Pax’s sudden appearance, and before he could respond, Pax began to address the club. “I owe each and every one of you a personal apology. I should have called this meeting weeks ago. Keith has told you that I have fallen in love with Sammie Johnson, daughter of Theo Johnson who leads the Hell’s Marauders.” He looked back at her and threaded his fingers through hers. “Well, gentlemen, that is the honest-to-God truth. I have fallen deeply and absolutely in love with Sammie Johnson.”

A gasp went through the room and Pax waited for silence before he continued. “It is true that she shares my bed on many nights, and it is also true that she is Theo’s daughter.” He paused to look slowly across the crowd, meeting all eyes who would look at him. “But she is
not
a Marauder. She is a Knight.”

He turned to Sammie and said, “Sammie, would you please show these people your tats.” Sammie stepped alongside Pax and pulled the top of her loose fitting blouse down slightly so that both the devil and the lance could be seen.

“Sammie was a Marauder.” Pax began, pointing to the small red devil with black horns and a black goatee. “But this… This tells a different story.” He pointed to the tattooed “K” with a white lance protruding from it. “This says that she’s a Knight.”

Pointing alternately to the top of both of Sammie’s breasts, he continued, “Any of the Marauders or the Lobos would be able to tell you what these tats mean. The white circle of the Knight’s lance around the devil’s head says that Sammie Johnson has gone over to the Knights, but will not fight against the Marauders. She’s one of us.

“Most of you came with us from Camden. Those of you who did know especially that all we have ever cared about from the members of this club is that you are a loyal Knight today. Nothing else has ever mattered.” Pax looked out over the crowd and asked, “Isn’t that right Tiny Tim, Sig, Big Jay?”

Tiny Tim was a rather large man, but was born with a severely crippled leg. One of the three wheeled Can-Ams in the parking lot was his. Despite his impairment, he was always considered fully a member. Big Jay had run with one of the Knight’s rivals back in Camden before coming out west with Long John. And Sig—whose size and physical strength dwarfed all the others—was a girl.

Sig was one of the original Knights and was as motorcycle crazy as any of them had been back then. She knew her way around a bike and could bring a dead or ailing bike back to life better than any other mechanic the club had ever known. It had taken a couple of years for someone to eventually realize that she was, in fact, a woman. But by then, she was already one of them, with her own Momma riding behind her.

Pax paused to let what he had said sink in slightly. “And as far as whether or not you can trust your life to me,” he continued. “Many of you were here that day that Keith mistook Sammie for a wannabe Momma and tried to forcefully initiate her against her will. I had every reason that day to let him
die
.”

Pax had not intended to let his emotions affect him. But the force of his speech betrayed him. He took advantage of the murmuring that went through the crowd as a few of the Knights were brought up to speed on what had occurred. After a deep breath to regain control he continued. “Instead, because Keith was a Knight, and because this club means the world to me, I rode south into the desert to explain things to El Jefe.” Pax made it sound like his having risked his life for Keith had been but an ordinary business discussion.

He looked out across the now very quiet crowd. “But Keith is right about one thing. It’s time for us to ride or go home. Long John has been dead for some time now. I have been leading you fine folks the Knights for too long. It’s time for you to make the final decision and say who you want to lead you permanently. If you want Keith, or someone else, I will remain a loyal member of the Knights. If you want me, I will continue to lead you.” He paused for just a moment before saying loudly, “Those who follow me, stand with me. Those who follow Keith, stand with Keith.”

Short John and a large number of the Knights moved immediately to stand with Pax. A small, but significant number held back, waiting to see which way the tide was turning. As others moved across the floor and it became obvious that most were moving away from Keith, the rest moved to stand with Pax. Keith stood alone.

“Well,” Keith spat out, “I guess that’s the way it is..., for now. But when he lets you down, I’ll be here. Never forget that.” With that, he turned and stomped out.

“That went better than it could have,” said Pax softly to Sammie. The relief was obvious in his voice.

“As your new, official President,” said Pax loudly, “I want to make my first ruling. Mommas are no longer community property unless they want to be. And if you have a special girlfriend, you can declare her to be off limits to everyone else.” He pulled Sammie into his side. “Sammie is mine. I love her and she loves me. She’s mine, not the club’s.”

Pax turned Sammie’s face up toward his own and bowed his head slightly so that their lips could meet. The kiss had just begun when the screeching warble of one of the baby alarms split the air. It was followed rapidly by a second alarm.

“Sentries down,” someone shouted.

Double D ran to the corner where his monitors displayed camera feeds from throughout the property. “Police coming in fast.” He yelled. “Two black SUVs with lights. One SWAT tactical squad in an armored vehicle holding back. Tommy and Dave are just standing there with their hands in the air. I think someone is covering them.”

Pax began yelling orders starting with “No resistance! No resistance! Anything or anyone that needs to be hidden! Get down to the hole.” Two Knights were already pushing everything off of the dance floor. Two more were working levers they had stuck into concealed holes behind the old bar. The entire dance floor lifted up revealing a stairway that led down into hidden rooms beneath the club.

The clubhouse had been built back in the twenties as a speakeasy and the hidden cellars had originally been storage areas for illegal booze. There were also escape tunnels that led from there and came up in the open area on the far back side of the property.

Several knights, a couple of the Mommas, and arm loads of illegal weapons went rapidly down the stairs before the floor was lowered back into place. As the tables and chairs were quickly pushed back into place, an amplified voice filled the building. “Paxton Keller, come out with your hands up. All we want is to take you in for questioning concerning the death of John Silverman.”

Pax told everyone to remain cool and do nothing. Then he walked slowly out into the parking lot with his hands in the air. The two police SUVs were at the edge of the lot with several police officers in body armor standing in front of them. A middle-aged man in a long overcoat lifted a microphone to his mouth and spoke. “Everyone else remain in the building. Paxton Keller, walk out to where I am standing.”

Pax did as he was instructed. As he crossed the parking lot, he could see that many of the Knights, despite the instructions from the police, were gathering in front of the building. As he reached the armed men, he asked, “Am I under arrest?”

“We just want to take you downtown for questioning,” the detective responded. “Please stand still while an officer checks you for weapons.”

“May I ask your name?” Pax said in a very calm and polite voice.

“Detective Richardson.”

“Detective Richardson,” Pax began, “You could have just called me and asked me to come downtown.” His voice had taken on a somewhat bitter tone. “This is all very stupid. Why risk a possibly violent confrontation when none of this was necessary?”

“Risk to my men is minimal,” the detective answered. “We have overwhelming firepower and a fully armored, tactical response SWAT unit to back us up. Even someone connected to the Mexican drug cartels like yourself wouldn’t stand a chance attempting to resist us.”

“I am a peaceful man who happens to be president of a peaceful group of men and women,” Pax replied. “If I were truly a powerful and dangerous man with access to whatever weaponry money could buy, I would have had marksmen with high-powered rifles covering me from the upstairs windows.”

Pax twice rapidly squeezed his raised right hand into a fist and opened it again. Two small red dots appeared for a brief moment on the detectives chest and then disappeared.

“And if I had the connections to Mexican druglords that you claim I have, I think I’d have something for your trucks too.”

He clenched and unclenched both fists and a slightly larger, green dot appeared briefly on the side of the SWAT team’s vehicle.

“But I am just a peaceful man,” continued Pax calmly, “who has decided to cooperate fully with you and leave without resistance. May I lower my hands?”

“We have more men in standby,” the detective responded flatly. “They are just up the road.”

“And a lot of people would die and the papers would say that no weapons were found and that you over-reacted to having laser pointers beamed at you. Shall we go? Or, are you still intending to attempt to enter the clubhouse?”

The detective answered by raising his arm into the air and making a small circling motion which ended with him pointing out toward the highway. “Get in,” he said gruffly.

As Pax slid into the back seat of the SUV, the detective said glumly, “This wasn’t my idea. The State Police Gang Task Force set everything up. They wanted a show of force to make sure you came in quietly. I’m only following orders. Search warrant for the premises was optional and to be used only if you resisted.”

“Then I apologize for calling you stupid,” Pax replied. “You were only following stupid orders from stupid people.”

The detective said nothing else during the ride to the police station downtown. When they got there, Pax was taken to an interrogation room where he waited alone for several hours. Pax wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed because he spent most of that time leaned back in his chair asleep. He awoke when Detective Richardson and another man entered the room.

Detective Richardson spoke, “Captain Monroe is with the State Gang Task Force. He wants to ask you some questions. He was the one who ordered us to bring you in.”

Captain Monroe smiled across the table at Pax as he searched Pax’s face for response. Pax remained impassive, but his eyes widened slightly as he recognized the man as one of the cops whom El Jefe had called out into the desert to identify Keith as police. “Actually, it was my supervisor who requested the show of force,” the man said in a quiet, but assertive voice. “And my supervisor has a message and a deal for you.”

The innuendo was very clear to Pax. The captain was delivering a message from El Jefe. Part of the message was evidently that El Jefe could use the police at any time to destroy the Knights, but that was not the full message. Pax waited for the captain to give him other details.

The captain slid a yellow pad across the table toward where Pax was seated. “That’s the deal,” he said. “In return, my supervisor wants the names of everyone who would benefit from Long John’s death. He wants the names of the heads of Los Lobos and The Hell’s Marauders and he especially wants to know for sure the name of the permanent leader of the Knights, whoever that may be. The details of the deal are written on that first page. You can take that with you to study it later.”

Pax glanced at the yellow sheet. In small, neatly printed letters it read, “
The gringo is stupid, but he is also cunning. It takes a cunning man to use his enemies to remove someone who stands between him and what he wants. It would be very dangerous to me to have such a stupid, disloyal, yet cunning person in charge of an army of men who know my business. If that were to happen, I would have to use my own cunning to eliminate them.
”