The Bad Boys of Summer (71 page)

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.

M
orning 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.

"Having you around certainly has its benefits," he said.

She ignored that comment, and leaned forward, taking his half flaccid cock into her mouth. It started to grow immediately. She could still taste her own pussy on his flesh from last night, obviously he hadn't showered after getting up this morning. It turned her on, though, thinking about how he had taken her on the counter just hours ago.

His cock was fully erect now, and her tongue was rolling up and down his shaft, followed closely by her closed fist. Each time she reached the top of his dick, she'd pop her mouth off and run her tongue down to the base, giving each of his heavy balls a lick before dragging back up to engulf him once more.

Dax snaked his hands around her back and up to her head, pressing gently as she sucked in an effort to guide her and control the speed. In the interest of time, she let him instead of teasing him like she normally did. He needed to get going and she needed to get ready, but he also needed this release if he was going to hold his temper today.

She could feel each vein and ridge along the inside of her cheeks as she sucked his thick shaft, barely able to close her mouth around his girth. She pushed down as far as she could go, letting the head of his cock press against the back of her throat, thankful once more that she had long ago learned to suppress her gag reflex.

She started to pick up speed at the subtle urging of his hands on her head, using one hand to rub his shaft each time her mouth moved above it, while the other massaged his balls gently. She could smell his musky odor, the manliness of it making her own juices start to flow. She was disappointed that she couldn't pursue that further, but maybe she'd get a chance later in the day. If he left her alone at the club house, she could always take care of it herself in his office.

Her head bobbed even quicker now as his hands gripped her hair, pulling and pushing at the rhythm he required to get off quickly. His hips started to thrust as well, moving up and down in the chair each time her mouth rolled back and forth along his cock. With a sudden hard jerk, he pushed upwards with his waist while at the same time pushing hard down with his hands against her head. The back of her throat expanded as his cock pushed into it, and a hot blast shot forth, sliding directly down and leaving a warm trail all the way to her stomach.

Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breath around his thickness, happy that he was coming but also anxious for him to loosen his grip. With another explosion into her throat, he finally did and his cock pulled backwards into her mouth as she welcomed the cool air into her lungs. Another smaller spurt filled her mouth, this time letting her taste the saltiness on her tongue as she rolled it around before swallowing.