14. I’ve Corrupted Her

Fourteen

I've Corrupted Her

Axle

"How are you doing with the bikes?"

I look up to see Viper. I stand, reach for a cloth, and wipe my hands. "Good for tomorrow's run. No major repairs and nothing out of the ordinary."

He peers around the shed. "You and Elena are getting close. Has she said she loves you yet?"

My body vibrates with tension, but I plaster on a smile. "Not yet..." I answer, but for once, I don't want to talk about it.

His unwavering stare drills holes in me. "You like her," he says. A knowing smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

I frown. I don't know how I feel, so I'm not saying shit.

He mashes his lips together. "Okay, I'll drop it! Tomorrow, what will you say to her about where we're going?"

I shrug. "Just that the club has business to take care of."

"And when she asks what that is?" he probes.

"She's curious about the MC, but I'm not giving her information that she most likely won't handle, and that's fine." Our pot operation isn't a big deal, but it's not worth the drama with Elena, and I don't think she wants to know anyway.

"Are you dropping her off at home before we ride out?"

"No!" My answer is fast and sharp. My fists clench at the thought of her roommates' boyfriends and her boss. "Fuck, man, what's with all the questions?"

He gives me a funny look. "So you're going to leave Elena here... at the clubhouse... with the sweet butts and Twitch."

My head falls back. Not a great idea either. Twitch will be fine, but he's not one to get involved in girl drama if Elena needs help, and I don't trust the sweet butts to not tell her about the bet. "When's the prospect start?" I ask.

"Reaper said he's ready to start whenever. Cash said his War Brothers cut came in yesterday. We can organize a church meeting to discuss it."

I nod. "Let's get it done now. Rage can start before we leave, and his first job can be to watch over Elena."

Viper lets out a small chuckle. "You mean stalk her every move."

"Sounds about right." I need Rage to watch her here at the clubhouse and at her job and at her home. "If something had to happen and I wasn't there, at least Rage would be there, and he can fight."

Viper chuckles. "Elena's not going to like that."

"I don't care." If I didn't make that bet and she didn't work for a creep, I wouldn't have to go to these lengths... or would I have anyway? I seem to be a jealous psycho where she's involved. If I don't have to worry about all the bullshit drama because Rage is by her side, I won't have any distractions while riding.

"You go rally the troops. Meet you in church," I say, wanting to check up on Elena first.

He nods, and we head into the clubhouse.

When I reach the door of my bedroom, I peek inside. She's reading a book with a couple kissing on the front cover. I don't know how she has the patience to read. I can't sit still for that long! Not to mention that it would take me years to get through it. Her long blond hair curtains her face. I take a step further... Is that...? "Fuuuck, babe," I say, and groan. "You look sexy as hell with those glasses on. You're giving me naughty librarian vibes."

She peers up and smiles sweetly.

I make my way to the bed with furrowed brows. "How are you holding up? Sorry for being late; servicing the bikes took longer than I expected." I feel a pang of guilt as I realize she's been waiting for hours. It's strange, this guilt emotion. Can't say I've felt it often.

She slides the bookmark into the book and puts the book down beside her. "It's been a relaxing day. I needed it after all the working I've been doing."

"Good... good." I glance down at her book on the bed, then lean over and snatch it. She lunges at me, and I'm eating that shit up. I step away and open the book at the bookmark.

"Give it back!" she snaps, scrambling to get out of bed.

I squint at the black text on the light, creamy page. "When his tongue swirled around my core, I screamed." I chuckle, half turned on and half curious.

Elena is out of bed, jumping at the book, so I raise it higher above my head, to where those little hands can't reach. "Axle!" she yells.

I read another random line. "He kept up a slow, steady rhythm that was pushing me to climax." I laugh while Elena pulls at my arms. "I closed my eyes and burst apart," I say dramatically. "A wave of bliss washed over me." I bring the book down to her, where she grabs it from me with a bright red face. She gets embarrassed so easily. I fucking love it . "Here I was thinking I got an innocent Christian girl, but she kisses like the devil and reads porn."

She scoffs, giving me the evil eye, but I can tell she's trying her best not to smirk at me.

"I've got church now, but I'll be back up soon." I walk back to the door, but I can't stop myself from peering over my shoulder, which is not a good idea. She looks so inviting on my bed. I got lucky with her. I grab my dick through my jeans and playfully narrow my eyes at the sexy vixen. "How am I supposed to go to church with a hard-on?"

She blinks. Her eyes go to my dick, then she licks her damn lips. I growl. She's not helping. I uncomfortably make my way out of the room and down the stairs. I deserve a gold medal for how long I've waited to have sex with her. Seems I won't have to wait much longer, thank fuck! I still can't get over that damn book. I should have known it was porn.

After putting my cell phone in the bowl outside, I walk into church, where everyone's seated around the table, with Reaper at the head. I close the heavy door to ensure club privacy and take my seat on the right, between Viper and Cash.

"Who organized this meeting?" Reaper asks.

"Me," I reply. "Since we have the prospect's cut, can he start like... today?"

"Why today?" Bomber asks, his face serious. It won't kill him to smile every now and again. Cranky bastard.

"Because I'd like another guy here to protect the women when we're gone. Give Twitch a chance to focus on the product. It's a good test to see if the prospect is serious about the job."

Demon snorts. "Since when do you give a shit about the women?"

"Since he's in love," Viper says mockingly.

Dickhead ! "I am not," I declare, then shove him. He flashes a smirk. "Just shut up," I cut in before the asshole has something else smart to say.

"All in favor of the prospect starting today?" Reaper asks.

I raise my hand, along with everyone else at the table. I let out a shallow breath. That worked out well for me.

"He starts today then," says Reaper. He looks to his right. "Viper, can you call Rage?" Then to his left. "When he arrives, I'll introduce him to everyone, but Bomber, I'd like for you to tell Rage the bylaws of the club and what's expected of him in his role as a prospect."

Reaper looks around the table. "Anyone else have anything to discuss here?" There are subtle head shakes all around, so Reaper bangs the gavel to signal the end of the meeting.

As we walk out, I put my phone back in my pocket and, with a smile, walk back up the stairs to my woman. In my bedroom I grab a clean shirt and jeans from my wardrobe and say, "I'm having a shower, babe."

The hot water soothes my shoulders, which are tense from leaning over the bikes. I roughly dry my body, put on cologne, get dressed, and head back to the room.

I pause when I see the bedroom door is closed. That's weird. When I open it, I drop my clothes on the floor, the same time my jaw hits it. My eyes bulge and all the blood rushes to my dick.

Her shirt is lying discarded on the floor. The blanket just covers her nipples, leaving her creamy skin on display. The only thing around her neck is the gold necklace with the cross on it. She's not even naked and I'm drawn to her. I've never felt this type of powerful pull to a woman before... like if I don't touch her or taste her soon, I might die.

I gulp and peel my shirt off my body and throw it on the floor. My heart pounds faster with every step I take toward her. Her chest rises and falls heavily. She looks so angelic, so innocent, but I know better. I crawl into bed. With other women, I just wanted to have sex and get off, or get my dick sucked, but not with her. I want to savor every moment and fuck her so good that she'll never forget about me.

"Lay down, beautiful," I murmur thickly. I'm panting with anticipation as she shuffles down, her big blue eyes resting on me. "I'm dying to fuck you."

She bobs her head, biting her lip. She looks nervous. I kiss the bruise left by the bike falling on her. I clutch the blanket and pull it away from her, gradually lowering it to expose her perfect skin, delicious curves, and perky breasts. I want to burn her body into my memory. I don't know if this will be the only time I see it.

She's still wearing panties, but that's all. When my eyes reach hers again, she's avoiding my gaze. "Hey," I say and cup her chin to lift her eyes to mine. "You're gorgeous... you know that?"

Her lips tip up. I kick my jeans off, and her eyes latch on to my dick, making it throb painfully. I lean over, grab a condom, and put it down near her. I grip the thin straps of her underwear and tug. She lifts her hips, granting my request, and I drag her panties down her luscious legs.

I need her mouth. My lips meet hers before I pepper kisses down her neck, along her collarbone to the top of her breast. She squirms, making me grin. My lips close over her pebbled nipple, and her sweet little moan is the best sound I've ever heard. My mouth is watering for more. I don't think I'll ever get enough of her.

Her fingers thread through my hair as I kiss between her breasts, then down her flat stomach. I'm enjoying exploring her body. My hand traces her hip, then I press a soft kiss there. She rubs her thighs together, and I can't stop the cocky grin on my face, knowing she's aching for me.

"We can go as slow as you want," I murmur. I'm drunk, overcome with need, but I'm holding myself back for her, giving her what she needs.

"I want you to kiss me," she says breathlessly. I crawl up her body. Her arms go around my shoulders and I press my lips to hers. My tongue slips through her parted lips, sending scorching heat through my body. Our tongues move together in a sweet rhythm. When she sucks on my tongue, I let out a low moan.

My fingers work their way down and into her pussy. She's soaking wet. This time I put my fingers to my mouth, tasting her. She licks her lips. My hand goes back down, and this time I push a finger inside, which makes her back bow.

"Oh God..." she mutters through heavy breaths.

"Not God, just me, baby."

Two fingers work inside of her now, then my thumb presses on her sweet spot and she bucks. With a swift motion, I reach over, snatch the condom, rip open the packaging using my teeth, and effortlessly roll it onto my erection. I rise over her and her legs open wide for me. I move between her thighs and rest the bulk of my weight on my elbows.

With our bodies pressed together, our lips meet again. The hunger in our kisses is intense. I grab my cock, align it to her, then slowly push it in. She sucks in a harsh breath. "I've got you," I say reassuringly, allowing her to stretch, then slowly rocking in and out of her until her body relaxes.

I slip my hand under her and cup her ass cheek, pulling her against me so that I can go deeper inside of her. I moan aloud; she's hot, wet, tight—perfect. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I take that as a sign to speed up. I lick the sweat from her neck.

Our bodies move slickly together. She's throbbing around me. So fuckin' good. I drive into her again and again, her cries getting louder. Her fingernails claw my back. Our movements become faster, deeper, harder. She thrashes underneath me. I'm lost in the moment as her walls constrict around me and she screams. I let out a guttural groan as I follow her over the edge and release into her.

Our breathing is heavy as I drop my face into the crook of her neck. I give us a moment before I pull out, get up, and get rid of the condom in the trash can. When I turn to face her, I nearly step back. Her messy blond hair surrounds her face, her heavy breathing makes her chest rise and fall, and her lips are plump. She tenses when she sees me looking at her and leans down to grab the blanket. I sit on the bed beside her. "Don't be embarrassed, babe. I fucking love your body. You're a dream." I've never been good with words, but I know I could never explain to her how beautiful she is.

Her eyes soften. I pull the blanket back up and lie down next to her. She shuffles into my side and rests her head on my chest. I soothingly stroke her arm until she falls asleep. I want to wake her up and ravage her body again. The way she looks at me, holds on to me, kisses me. I want to hold on to this feeling forever, holding her tight, enjoying the warmth of her in my arms.

I know she has strong feelings for me and knowing that someone like her likes me has made me so happy. Maybe she loves me... Wait a second... back the fuck up. Do I want her to love me? I'm not good enough to be loved by someone like her . Can I love her? I don't know. It's possible what we have is real. Her being here feels right. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

I'm woken by a light knock on the door. The room is dark. I yawn. I hear another three knocks, so I gently settle Elena on the bed, shuffle over, then grab my jeans from the floor and get into them, doing up my zipper as I open the door to see Reaper, his face stern.

My guard goes up. "Is everything alright?"

"We've got to do the trip tonight. Everything should stay the same. The police will stay out of our way, and the Kings of Chaos are meeting us by the Crown Hotel."

I peer over my shoulder at Elena. Damn, I really don't want to leave her. "Is Rage here?"

He gives me a sharp nod. "He's downstairs."

"I'm coming down now." I step inside, grab my shirt, and pull it over my head while I follow Reaper. As I walk downstairs, the men at the bar stare at me. Viper has a smug-ass look on his face. I make my way over to them. "What?"

"Have a good night , did you?" asks Viper.

I play stupid, but he knows what happened. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don't want to brag, so I'm unsure what to say.

Viper raises a brow. "Cat got your tongue?"

"How do you know?" I ask.

"The whole MC heard you two having sex. Not exactly quiet," says Cash, smirking.

I ignore their chuckles as I point to Rage and walk to him. His eyes widen, but he stands his ground. "Your first task as prospect is to watch Elena."

"Who's Elena?"

"Short, long blond hair, quiet, absolute stunner. Wears more clothes than the rest of them."

He nods.

"Protect and watch over her at all costs. I mean around the clubhouse, apart from my room. Tell the sweet butts to fuck off if they start any shit. Any mention of a bet—I need you to shut that shit down right away."

"Okay," he answers.

"Oh, there's more. Elena will need to go to work. Take the MC truck. The keys are on the table by the front door. It's important." I put my finger to his chest. "Take her to and from work and sit in the restaurant with her. Keep an eye on her. Her boss is a creep."

He jerks his head in a nod. "Got it."

"I'm not done... If Elena wants to go back to her house, follow her inside too. If she wants to sleep there, you sleep on the couch, and you tell her to lock her bedroom door."

"Anything else?" he asks, hiding a smirk.

"Don't be a smartass, prospect." The guy needs to learn his place in the MC. "Yes, there's one more thing." I grab his vest, pulling his head close to mine. "You try to get onto Elena or even look at her the wrong way, I'll chop your dick off and feed it to you." I see the fear in his eyes... good. I let go of him. "Well, I won't chop your dick off, but"—I tilt my head in Demon's direction—"he'll do it for me."

Rage's eyes follow mine to Demon, who's playing with his butterfly blade, and then Rage eagerly nods his head. "Understood."

"Hey, Viper," I say with a crooked grin. He turns my way with raised brows. "I think the kid is taking your place as the sexiest club member." The chicks must love this guy.

Viper snorts, but I don't miss him running a hand through his hair.

"Axle." I turn to see Elena, who's now dressed, walking down the stairs toward me. "I woke up and you were gone," she says, frowning sleepily.

I pull her close and kiss the top of her head. "We've got club business on, and we've got to leave tonight."

Her shoulders fall and her body slumps. "Tonight?"

"Yeah, sorry, babe."

She wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

"Time to go," Reaper says, and we all follow him out through the house and out the front door. Everyone's getting on their motorcycles, and engines are roaring to life around me. As I walk to my bike, Elena has a tight grip on me. I chuckle. She's cute.

"Don't leave," she says softly, with pleading eyes.

I turn to her, cup her ass, and lift her until her legs wrap around me and she leans down and presses her lips to mine.

"Come on, lovebirds," Viper yells over the roaring motorcycles.

I set her down on her feet. Sadness shows on her pretty face.

"I've got to go." Not that I want to. I could lie in bed with her forever. "Rage, the new prospect, will take you to work."

Elena nods. I lean in, give her one more chaste kiss on the lips, and walk to my bike, start it, and slide my helmet on. There's a gentle touch on my shoulder.

"Be safe," she says, serious now.

"Will do, babe."

Her eyes narrow. "No burnouts!"

I chuckle. "Okay, babe, no burnouts."

It's weird having someone care about me like that, wanting me to be safe, being worried about me... it feels good... really good. I've never cared about myself, just the club and my brothers. I couldn't care less about my existence.

I reverse my bike and glance back at her one final time, then follow my brothers out of the clubhouse gates.