Fallen Idols MC - Complete (31 page)

TWO

AXEL

I took my seat next to Pops at the table before glancing around the room. Everyone looked ready to boil over, and I had no doubts as to which way this vote would go down, not after all the evidence Trista found, and Rocco’s confession.

Rogue spoke up. “We know why we’re here. Just so everyone is one hundred percent sure about their vote tonight, Trista’s gonna go over a few pieces of information.”

Trista nodded and stood. “A lot of shit went down in the last forty-eight hours. As you can see, Rocco isn’t at our table tonight. That’s because he’s strung up under the stairs.”

Pops looked at her confused, “Why?”

Trista smirked; girl had a thing for pain when it was deserved. “Turns out, Black wasn’t after Ace, they wanted Rocco. He’d been selling the parts to them all along. And then, they had the stupidity to go around and sell again, right on our turf. That Red Dragon guy with the Lexus? It was ours. But he bought it from Black, and had no idea where it came from.”

Rogue sighed, “And, how do you know this is all true? That they’re not turning us on ourselves?”
 

“Red Dragons wouldn’t play that way. Plus, we caught Rocco in the act. He was planning on heisting one of the cars we just grabbed from the show. We found him at the warehouse hotwiring the car. Preparing to drive away and never come back. Dirty fucking thief. He admitted he stole the engine, the cars, everything. Said it was time for someone else to run this club. Black pays more than Chen apparently. He wanted us to lose our connection with them, and he would have Black step in, all while pocketing the profits. That’s the last I heard from him, though.”

Bones squinted at her. “Why?”

She cracked her knuckles. “Because that’s when I started hitting him, until he couldn’t speak.”

Rogue let out a weighed breath. “Alright. You all have the information you need. We’ll go around the room. Say your piece. It needs to be unanimous.”

He turned to Trista. “There’s nothing more to say. Aye.”

Ryder followed, his head lowered. “I agree with Trista. Nothing left to say. Aye.”

Around the room the vote went, with everyone voting in the affirmative, myself included. Finally, it got to Pops.

He sighed. “You know, normally, I’m all about second chances. I mean, we all fuck up. I know I have.” He scrubbed his forehead with his hand, rubbing his hands down his face and beard. “But this wasn’t a fuck up. This was intentional. And we can’t give a second chance here. My vote is aye.”

Rogue stood. “So be it.  Ace, take him out to the back of the shop.”

Pops stood, resting his weight on the table. “No, Rogan. I’m the Sergeant at Arms. This is my responsibility.”

“No, Pops…” I tried, but he held up his hand to silence me.

“You sure?” Rogue asked.

Pops nodded once. “Yes. This is my job. The one I was voted to do all those years ago. And it’s the job I will continue to do now.”

As much as I hated that the responsibility fell to Pops, I knew there was absolutely no way of talking him out of it.  Loathing grew deep in my gut, burning a hole as memories of the years we spent ridin’ together, all the summer barbeques and nights drinkin’ together flashed through my mind.  We followed as Ace dragged Rocco outside, Pops and Rogue bringing up the rear. This was on me. I was the one who fuckin’ vouched for him when he wanted to patch in. I trusted him. Believed and fell for all of his lies.  His betrayal wasn’t just to the club. It was to me. That’s what pissed me off most of all.

After securing him to one of the car lifts, the MC members made a semi-circle around him, everyone obligated to stand witness to what happens when a member turns rat.

Pops looked defeated, and I knew this was going to affect him. He wasn’t the same guy he was almost thirty years ago when he took the post, and while I knew he could do it, I also knew it would haunt him.

“Rocco Bates, your brothers have voted, found you to be a traitor to your club, and no longer worthy to wear the vest. As such, your punishment for your betrayal has been decided. Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

Rocco’s head was down, his breath coming in short gasps, which probably meant he had a collapsed lung, and was in terrible pain. Good, I thought. He deserved every second of it. He was a fuckin’ pathetic excuse for life.

“Please, just tell my sister in Seattle that I love her. And see that my nieces and her get to at least bury my body. Can you do that?”

Rogue nodded, and Pops stepped forward.

“You brought this upon yourself, Roc.” Pops lifted the revolver to Rocco’s head. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled the trigger, the echo reverberating off the walls as Rocco’s body went limp, blood dripping down his face into a puddle at his feet.

“You brought this upon yourself,” Pops whispered again, the gun slipping from his grip, and onto the ground.

THREE

AXEL

I wiped the dirt and sweat from my face, tossing the shovel aside. Others offered to bury the body, but I needed to do it. It was cathartic in a weird way.  Just me out in the woods, cursin’ the motherfucker with each mound of dirt I tossed on his traitorous body.

After I was done, I tossed the shovel down a ravine, and drove the van back to the Raven’s Nest.

“What about his cut? His bike?” Ryder asked, handing me a beer.

After a long swig, I answered, “Strip the patches. Burn ‘em. Send the rest up to his sister in Seattle with our condolences.”

Blaze growled. “Condolences, my ass.”

“I hear ya, but she’s innocent in all this. So are the kids. The least we can do is let her mourn in peace.” I took another swig of my beer.

“Whatever,” Blaze growled. “Fuck if I care.”

“That’s the spirit.” I shook my head, turnin’ back to Ryder. “Tear the bike apart, salvage anything we can use in the shop, and the rest can go to the junkyard to rot, like that asshole is currently doing.”

I hopped off the bar stool, tossin’ my empty beer bottle in the trash before clappin’ Ryder on the back. “I’m headin’ out.”

I mounted my bike, leaning heavily on the handlebars. It had been a rough night, and I was physically and mentally drained. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed with Paige, and move past this God awful day.

Glancing down at my watch, I couldn’t believe it was already after two in the morning. I pulled out my phone and typed out a text, hoping she might still be awake. 

She didn’t reply, and after five minutes I gave up, revving the engine and heading out to my place. As I pulled up, a smile spread across my face, seeing Paige’s beat up Honda in my driveway. I cut the engine and hopped off, now anxious to get inside.

The house was dark, so I stayed quiet as I turned the key, toeing out of my shoes and slipping my cut off before taking the stairs toward my room.

Standing at the doorway, the weight that had sat low in my gut all day lifted. Paige was spread out in the center of the bed, hair splayed across the pillow as she made little mewing noises as she dreamed. I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor, before unbuckling my belt. Once I was down to my boxer briefs, I pulled back the edge of the comforter, and slipped into the small space beside Paige.

She immediately rolled into me, snuggling into my side. I closed my eyes, savoring the smell of her strawberry shampoo that still lingered in her hair mixed with the vanilla lotion that made her skin so soft.

I wanted to run my hands and mouth all over her amazing body, but I knew she’d been up late, and needed the rest. Instead, I kissed the top of her head and drifted off to sleep.

***

PAIGE

A warm, calloused hand slipped under my panties, rubbing my ass and giving it the tiniest of squeezes. Blinking awake, I pushed my ass back into the hand, giving it a little wiggle. Apparently encouraged by my movement, a second hand reached around, cupping my breast, and kneading the tender flesh.

“Mmm. Is this your way of saying ‘good morning?” I purred.

Axel pinched my nipple, slowly rolling and tugging the bud, which immediately tightened under his touch.

“Any day wakin’ up next to you is a good morning, Paige.” He murmured in my hair, kissing down my neck. His warm lips travelled over my collarbone, sliding the spaghetti strap of my pajama top down. “Do you want me to stop? Is there somewhere you need to be this morning?”

His deft fingers strummed at my now aching nipple, sending all my thoughts of getting an early start, the piles of dirty laundry I had at home, and the ten thousand errands I had to do right out the window. “The only thing I need is you inside me,” I leaned back, capturing his lips, before plunging my tongue inside and dipping it out again. “Right now.”

Axel’s hand slid down my chest, gathering the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. My panties followed, in between hot, passion filled kisses that left me breathless.

Fire flared in Axel’s eyes as he licked greedy lips. He leaned over me, just staring down at my body, naked and ready below him. “Do you trust me, Paige?”

I tilted my head. “Of course I do.”

“I want to try something, but only if you trust me.”

My eyes widened, remembering the last time he asked me to trust him. He’d played with my ass during sex, something no one had ever done. But it had also brought me pleasure I’d never experienced.  Yeah, I was ready for whatever he wanted to try next. “Baby, I trust you implicitly. I don’t know what you’re about to do, but I’m next to positive you’re going to make me feel amazing, and I’m going to love it.”

He bent, capturing my lips once more. “Trust me, darlin’, I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t remember your name.”

Before I could reply, he reached over, and began digging into the side table next to his bed, coming out with a bandana. “Trust me?”

I lifted my head, allowing him to tie the black cloth over my eyes, entrenching me in darkness. I shivered at the uncertainty of it all, wondering what he’d do next, when I felt something icy cold drip onto my nipple.

I jerked my back off the bed, crying out at the new sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it just startled me.

Axel’s warm tongue flattened, rubbing the cold away, until it turned warm, making me needy and wet. I reached for him, fisting my fingers in his hair, wanting more.

“Nuh uh,” he whispered at my ear and giving me a swift swat on my bottom. Once again, I cried out, all of my emotions heightened. “Don’t move, Paige. I want you perfectly still for me.”

I nodded, biting my lip, as he gently rubbed the area that stung, his fingers sliding up and over my mound. I pushed up, squirming.  “More, Axel.”

His finger slipped through my folds, spreading me wide for him, but he didn’t touch me. I squirmed again, anxious for whatever was going to happen next, when a second cold drop fell on my clit, followed immediately by Axel’s warm tongue, languidly lapping up the drop.

My head fell back as pleasure overtook my senses. Holy shit! He was barely touching me, and I was ready to explode. His mouth left my core as a third drop of cold liquid fell on my aching nipples, making them contract even tighter. I fisted the sheets, trying to stay as still as he asked. Instead of his mouth, this time his fingers rubbed, plucked, rolled, and teased the taut buds, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. My heels dug into the bed, wanting—no needing, to move as he continued the sweet torture. After toying with my nipples for several minutes, he leaned up and away. 

“Axel?” My mind spun with possibilities for whatever was coming next.

“You have the most perfect, responsive tits, baby. I’m pretty sure I could get you off by just playing with them.” He pinched one, making me moan. “Do you think so, baby?”

I nodded. “Anytime you touch me, I get off.”

“Mmm, well let’s see how you like this.” The next thing I knew, something hard tweaked my nipples, not letting go.

“Nipple clamps?” I asked. I’d never worn them before, but Gina swore by them. She said it brought her to new heights.

“Are they too tight?” Axel adjusted them, giving the chain between the two a tiny tug.

It was like a physical connection straight down to my clit, making me crave more. “No, it’s really good.”

He tugged again. “You like?”

Again, my head arched back. “Yes,” I hissed.

He tugged a third time, just as his fingers returned to my mound, spreading me wide. One hand continued to gently pull on the chain with the clamps while his mouth expertly devoured my clit, flicking and sucking. Waves of euphoric desire surged, my orgasm overtaking me, and I screamed Axel’s name in pleasure.

He didn’t let up, instead plunging first one, and then a second, finger deep inside me, pumping in and out as he continued licking my clit. “Holy fuck, Axel, I’m coming.”

He growled, the vibrations only adding to my pleasure as I rocked into his face, seeking a second release. His mouth let go of my clit, blowing warm air softly on it as he gave the chain another sharp tug. His fingers never let up, the contrast of soft and sharp, cold and hot, fast and slow were too much, and a second orgasm ripped through me.

My body fell back into the bed, feeling like a limp noodle after the workout he just put me through. Running a finger up my belly, he kissed my lips as he removed the clamps, followed by the blindfold. I sighed in bliss, still euphoric after those two amazing orgasms. Blinking up at Axel, I wanted to make him feel as fantastic as he did for me.

“That was amazing,” I told him, sighing. “But now it’s your turn.”

Axel’s eyes widened as I sat up and pushed his chest down into the bed. I moved down his chest, lightly scraping my nails along his chiseled skin, just enough to keep him on his toes. The muscles of his stomach constricted as he groaned. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

I tugged his boxer briefs down until his rigid cock sprang free. Licking my lips, I wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft, while I cupped his heavy sac with the other, gently rolling and massaging them. Axel’s head fell back, letting out a low growl. “Fuckin’ A, woman. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”

Gaining a little confidence, I squeezed his shaft, my hand sliding up and down, and my tongue darted out, tasting the bit of precum on the tip.

Axel groaned in bliss. “Holy fuck, Paige. You are driving me crazy, babe.”

I continued to work him, stroking and sucking, tightening my lips as I reached the head, then loosening back so I could take him deep in my throat. My hand tugged lightly on his heavy sac, rolling the balls in my hand. He reached down, smoothing my hair back so he could watch as I blew him, his legs practically vibrating.

Loving how excited I made him, I pumped him in and out of my mouth even faster, his fingers fisting in my hair the deeper I took him. His legs stiffened, and I knew he was close, but, before he had a chance to come, he pulled me up and off of him, flipping me onto my back as he hovered above me.

His breath was heavy as he rolled a condom over his engorged dick. “Jesus that was close. Fuck, that was incredible, but I want to be inside you when I come, babe.”

He reached between my thighs, and guided his cock into my slick entrance, sinking deep inside and making us both sigh. Slowly, he began pumping in and out, sinking deeper and harder with each thrust of his hips. My heels dug into his ass, matching his rhythm, the pleasure so intense I couldn’t do anything except cling to his shoulders. I buried my face into his chest.

“Look at me, Paige,” Axel growled.

I blinked, leaning back, and raising my eyes until they were locked with his. Staring into his eyes as he worked my body so expertly, feeling do deeply connected with him, feeling more connected with him than I ever had with anyone, and I knew right there and then: I loved this man.

He was everything I’d always avoided, everything I feared, but in the end, I knew in my gut that he was everything I needed. He was a contrast of deep emotions and rough edges, fury and passion, and he made me feel alive in ways I never imagined—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. I loved him, that’s all there was to it.

The tiny muscles in his face tightened, and I knew he was close. Knowing he was trying to hold out for me, and wanting to come together with him, I reached down and stroked my clit, rubbing faster as I reached the peak of my euphoria.

“That is the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen,” Axel growled, bending to capture my lips in a kiss. “You’re incredible, Paige.”

My orgasm crashed and washed over me, causing me to arch my back, rubbing my clit faster and faster as waves of ecstasy poured over me. My eyes rolled back, emotions running rapid through my mind, and I cried out, “Oh, yes! God, I love you, Axel.” I sank down in the bed, panting. “Oh my god, I love you.”