The Bad Boys of Summer (65 page)

“
T
hat’s
a hell of a wakeup call,” Dax said, looking down at the exposed head of Madison, the rest of her covered in blankets.

She dug her feet into the mattress and pushed, feeling her breasts slide along his body as she moved upwards toward him. She met his lips in a quick kiss before rolling off to lay beside him. “What time did you get back?”

“Pretty late,” he said.

“Thanks for bringing me to bed. It’s a lot cozier than your couch.”

“I stripped you as well, aren’t you going to thank me for that?”

She laughed. “Was that for my benefit or yours?”

Dax chuckled as well. “Can’t it benefit us both?”

She lay there smiling at the ceiling, both of them quiet for a few minutes.

“Everything okay at the club?” she finally asked.

“We’ll see today. We’re voting in a new vice president.”

“Already?”

“Why wait? Club needs a second in command. You saw how quickly something could happen to one of us. Anyway, our current president is more interesting in fucking than running things, so the VP job is more critical than ever.”

“Yeah, I can vouch for the fucking part of that, although luckily it was over almost before it started.”

Dax laughed loudly at that. “You know, there’s a reason why he makes everyone call him Prez.”

“Why is that?”

“He wants everyone to forget his previous nickname. Quick Draw. And it wasn’t because he could get his gun out faster than anyone else.”

They both laughed.

“Does everyone have a nickname? I haven’t heard anyone call you by anything?”

“Everyone has something, but not all of them stick. Some people call me Sarge, but that’s more because of my title. Dax is easy enough, I guess.”

“I can guess why they call your one friend Lurch, he certainly looks the part. What about that one bouncer from last night? What was his name again? Lightning? No, that wasn’t it...”

“Thunder?”

“Right! How did he get that name?”

Dax chuckled. “He farts a lot.”

Madison elbowed him in the ribs. “Shut up!”

“It’s true,” he said.

She burst out laughing and he joined her. He put his arm around her chest, just under her breasts as they settled down.

“Well I’m glad it isn’t all seriousness over there,” she finally said.

“We know how to have a good time, too.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

They were both quiet for a time, and Dax tightened his grip around her, pulling her closer and resting his nose against her head.

“Do you ever see yourself settling down?” she asked suddenly.

“In what way?”

“I don’t know. Getting married. Having kids?”

“They don’t make baby seats for Harleys.”

“I’m serious,” she said, pushing up onto her elbow to look him in the eyes. The sheets fell away from her chest and exposed her breasts to the biker. His eyes moved between them and her face as he tried to concentrate on her question.

“This is the life I lead now, Madison,” he finally said, focusing on staring into her eyes so that she could see that he was serious. “If you’re only with me in the hopes of changing me, or that I’ll one day become a family man and get a nine to five, you best head home as you’re in for a world of disappointment.”

She kept his gaze for a moment and then finally nodded. “I understand,” she said slowly. “I’m not saying I want those things. I just wanted to know what you thought about them. I’m glad you’re straight with me.”

“So does that mean you’re sticking around for a bit?”

“For now,” she said, trying to look serious but failing, finally breaking into a grin and moving her head down to give him a quick kiss. “Anyway, if I decide that those are things I want, I’ll be sure to look for them elsewhere.”

“Good,” he said. “Now go make me some breakfast. I like my coffee black and my toast brown. Don’t mix those up.”

She opened her mouth in surprise, unsure if he was kidding or not. He gave her a little smile, but at the same time pulled the covers off of her and then gave her a little push. “Move, woman. I’ve gotta get back to the club soon. And don’t put any clothes on. I want you to stay naked for a while, give my poor eyes a treat.”

She shook her head, amazed that she wasn’t running for the door to get away from this guy. What was it about him that attracted her so much?

She rolled out of bed and ignored his whistle as he watched her bare ass head for the door. She gave it a little slap as she left the room.

“I get to do that next!” he called out once she had left. She smiled as she started looking through his cupboards for plates and bread.

Fifteen minutes later she returned to the room, brown toast on a plate in one hand, and a cup of hot black coffee in the other. Dax was already half dressed, pulling on a skull t-shirt over his muscled and inked chest.

“That’s a good girl, bring it here,” he said, beckoning to her.

She walked over to him and he took the plate and cup from her, and then set them down on the table next to him. He then grabbed her tightly with an arm around the waist, pulling her naked body tightly against his clothed one and in for a deep kiss. His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass tightly as their tongues wrestled in her mouth. Her knees felt weak, and she could feel his cock hardening in his pants and pressing against her belly.

He finally pulled away, giving her ass a little slap as he did so, keeping his earlier promise.

“Get dressed,” he said, picking up his toast and shoving half of it into his mouth.

A shower was out of the question, as Dax said they were already late and needed to get to the club soon for the vote. She dressed as he watched her, his eyes focused on her body with every movement she made, almost causing her to blush. She wasn’t use to being so exposed in front of a man, or having an audience when she dressed. With most of the boyfriends she’d had in the past, nudity was saved for under the sheets. Dax watched her as if she was a prized piece of art that he owned and he was worried someone was going to try and steal it.

When she was ready, he had already finished his breakfast and they hurried down to his bike, jumping on immediately and taking off. They were at the clubhouse within 20 minutes, and they parked in front amidst at least 25 other Harleys. Madison was surprised at how many there were. When they got inside, the front room was full. Bikers made up the majority of the group, although there were a few other women as well. Each of them eyed Madison as if she were a threat, some of them moving closer to the biker they had come with. She realized suddenly that they were all probably well aware what having a new woman at the club meant.
That stupid rule that the president can pass me around to all the other bikers before I can just be with Dax.
It wasn’t going to help her make any immediate friends with the other girls.

Everyone seemed happy to see Dax, with a few exceptions, most of them coming up to greet him. Madison figured it was because he was the Sergeant-at-Arms, a higher rank than the majority of the membership. They were probably all just kissing his ass.

Soon enough, the men started moving into another room and Dax came up to her. “We’re going in for our vote now. Sit tight and I’ll be back in a bit. Try to talk to some of the other girls.”

“I don’t think they want to talk to me,” she said, looking around at the other women. Most of them weren’t paying her any attention anymore, although one or two shot her a scowl when she caught their gaze.

Dax smiled reassuringly at her. “They’ll come around. I promise. Just sit tight.”

With that, he left her and the rest of the bikers followed, leaving her alone with the other girls.

Madison watched him go, keeping her gaze fixated on the door that closed behind them. From the corner of her eye, she could see some of the other girls watching her and she didn’t want to do anything to provoke them.

After a few moments, she turned away and walked to the front door, letting herself out and into the bright morning sun. The heat felt good against her skin, as did the cool breeze that took away some of its bite. She was still wearing her cutoffs and thin shirt. It would be good to get home and change.
Home
.

She realized suddenly that she hadn’t gone home last night, her parents were probably worried sick. She fished in her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. It was wrapped in a pink cover that was adorned with rhinestones. She’d had it since she was 16 but it hardly seemed appropriate now. Sticking a nail between the phone and the case, she pried it off and shoved it in her pocket. All she needed was for the other girls to see that. She’d probably never hear the end of it. Dax would probably have a comment or two about it himself.

The phone was off. She’d forgotten she had done that when she started her shift so that she wouldn’t be bothered by texts from friends or calls from her parents. She switched it back on. The little icon said she had four messages and nine texts. She didn’t have to check to know who they were all from. Her parents were probably frantic by now.

She walked further away from the clubhouse and dialed home as she stared down the winding dirt road leading back to the freeway. Her mother answered and was more than relieved to hear from her.

“Where are you? We’ve been worried sick! We called your work but your boss said you quit? What’s going on, Maddy?”

“I’m fine mom. The job just wasn’t for me.”

“Where are you? Why didn’t you come home last night?”

“I just stayed at a friend’s. I just felt like some alone time.”

“Which friend?”

“Nicole,” she lied.

“We called Nicole and she said she hadn’t heard from you all day. Why are you lying, Madison? What’s really going on?”

Shit. Of course they would call her best friend. That was a stupid lie, she wasn’t thinking clearly. “Mom, just... look, I just need some time, okay?”

“Maddy, tell me what’s going on? Are you in some sort of trouble? Your father and I can come and get you, just tell us what’s happening? Your scaring me! This isn’t like you.”

“Mother, just leave me alone. I’m 19 years old and you still treat me like a child! I can take care of myself.” She pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call, then turned it off before her mother could call her back. They made her so angry sometimes, they had no confidence in her ability to make her own decisions in life.

“Was Mommy worried about her little baby?”

Madison spun around to face one of the girls from inside. She hadn’t even heard her come out and follow her down. Her face reddened at the thought that she heard her talking to her mother, but she knew better than to admit it.

“Don’t you have better things to do than eavesdrop on private conversations?” she shot back.

“Not at the moment I don’t, no. You're Dax’s new distraction, right?” The girl had on tight leather pants and matching boots, as well as a black leather vest. Her dark brown hair hung down past her shoulders, and she had dark brown eyes.

“I’m with Dax, yes,” Madison replied, choosing to ignore the distraction comment.

“I heard you already had a round with the Prez,” she said with a little smile. “You know what’s next, don’t you?”

Madison felt her face redden again. Did everyone know everyone’s business here? “I’m aware of the bullshit rules. I’m sure you had to follow them just like everyone else, so don’t bother giving me a hard time about it.”

The other girl just laughed. “Actually, I didn’t. I hooked up with Magnum when I first got here, and those rules don’t apply to the VP or Prez. I didn’t stay with him for too long, but it got me in without me having to be passed around like a whore. I wasn’t as interested in that as some of you new girls...”

Madison had to resist the urge to slap the brunette across the face. “Fuck you,” she spat. “Trust me, I don’t want to sleep with anyone else, least of all whichever of these fucks you’re with, if that’s what you’re worried about. You think your man will want to trade up if he gets with me, is that your problem?” If this girl wanted to trade insults, she was ready for it.

Anger flashed across the girls face but then it quickly disappeared, replaced with a little half smile. “Well, well. Looks like this cat has claws after all. I’m Trish, by the way.” The girl extended her hand.

Madison was confused by the sudden friendliness, but she reached forward warily and shook hands with the girl anyway. “Madison.”

Trish nodded, looking her up and down. “You’re not really dressed for riding,” she commented. “But you have nice legs, I can see why you want to show them off.”

Madison was taken aback by the sudden change of attitude, she wasn’t sure how to respond. “Uh, thanks. I wasn’t really expecting to be riding when I got dressed... yesterday. Things have happened kind of fast.”

The other girl continued to stare at her body with a little smile and then finally brought her eyes up to meet her gaze. “That’s alright. Anyway, listen, you’ll get along fine here, just make sure to show that backbone you just showed me or the other girls will eat you alive. Come on back in, the guys will be out soon and they’ll be expecting us to greet them.” She turned and started back to the clubhouse. Madison was confused, but followed behind her. What the hell was that all about?

“I’m sorry about Magnum,” Madison said suddenly. Trish paused but didn’t turn around.

“I’m not. He was an asshole, which is why I left him soon after getting into the club. But man could he fuck. I’ve never had a dick that big before or since. That’s the only part of him I miss.” She laughed and reached for the door, pulling it open and stepping in.

Madison laughed too as she entered behind her.

The men were still not back, but the other girls, about ten of them, were all standing around in little groups and talking. When Madison came back in, most of the conversations stopped as everyone stared at her again.

“Ladies,” Trish said loudly, addressing the room. “This here is Madison. She’s alright. Don’t give her a hard time, or she’ll return the favor.”