Property of The Saints MC: BBW and Biker Romance (3 page)

Axel pulled his pants up as I rearranged my shirt and did my best to get my tits back inside my bra. It felt like he had completely disfigured it, but I couldn't have cared less. I pulled my panties back over my pussy. They were still wet, and his cum began to soak into them along with my own wetness. I smiled and giggled as I pulled my jeans up my thighs again.

"I didn't realize we were inviting such a dirty slut to our clubhouse," He said with a chuckle.

I moaned softly at his naughty words, "I didn't either. There's something about this place that fires me up. Is this a typical day here?"

"Bricks through windows, guns, violence?" He set his beer down. He leaned forward, his hands on either side of me on the bar. My pants were still not up over my ass. I bet I looked just like someone who would be on the back of a Harley. "Yeah, it's a pretty typical day." Axel leaned forward and kissed me deeply. His cold tongue on my lips was intoxicating. Before he broke the kiss, he bit my bottom lip hard. I let out a pitiful little moan.

He pulled me back to my feet. Behind the bar again, I wiggled my hips back and forth as I pulled my jeans over my juicy ass. We had finished fucking just in time, because the roar of motorcycles began to grow in the distance. He gave me a wry smile. He knew the timing was perfect, too.

We walked out from behind the bar with our beers and waited for the rest of the MC to arrive. My heart was just barely returning to a normal speed, but the sound of the engines made it jump again. I couldn't help but think how sexy this whole thing was. I heard them pull onto the dirt parking lot outside of the clubhouse. The engines died. Boots on gravel, then the door swung open hard.

I saw the "President" patch on the vest, and I knew Snake was back, and his white T-shirt beneath his Saint's vest was soaked with blood. It had to be blood, I don't know what else it could be. My pulse doubled, but I didn't dare say anything. I just stayed quiet, watched, and listened.

Axel was the first one to speak, "Good news?"

Snake just shook his head. Axel kicked a chair, and it tumbled across the floor and slammed into a wall, rattling an Old Style Beer neon sign. I thought it would drop and shatter. I could see the veins in Axel's neck bulging out as his face turned bright red.

Snake grabbed Axel by the shoulders, "Calm down, bro. Jerry took one in the upper arm. He's on his way to the doc. It's not bad, but it means war."

Axel stood strong in front of Snake, "What's the plan?"

Snake pulled off his vest. He tossed it onto a nearby table and then pulled his bloody shirt over his head, "We need to take down Handsome Carl and the sheriff. It’s dirty work, but we're dirty workers."

"The sheriff?" Axel questioned.

"We know John is as deep in shit as Handsome Carl. We'd be doing the town a fucking favor. It has to be done." Snake noticed me for the first time. He walked over to the chair I was sitting in. He was in his forties, but with his shirt off, I could see that he was still in great shape. Tattoos littered his chest, muscles ripped across his body. He was graying at the temples, but still had the bad boy twinkle in his eye.

"And who the fuck is this peach?" He asked, turning back to Axel.

"Claire...the reporter."

Snake turned back to me. He bent down to his honches, eye level with me. He reached between my legs and grabbed the legs of the chair. He yanked me towards him, my legs spread. I let out a gasp, but I didn't make a move to get away. Fear and lust kept me glued in place, my eyes locked to his. I was wrapped up in something serious now, and he knew it, too.

Snake smiled and said sarcastically, "Well, Claire, you came just in the nick of fucking time." My mouth was open, but I couldn't get any words out. He went on, "You know you can't say a fucking word. You can't write a fucking word. You know too much, don't you, Peach?" I nodded slowly.

"Good." He turned to Axel. "She's a smart one." Back to me, "You're going to stay with us for a little bit. Sorry, Peach, can't be helped. We'll keep you safe. We'll take care of you, but if Handsome Carl made you, you're in danger." My heart raced. It didn’t jump out of fear, but desire. I looked to Axel. He gave me a smile. That bad boy smile that still eased my worried mind.

When I turned back to Snake, the same smile was on his face. He leaned in closer. The heat between my spread legs was growing by the second.

He spoke, barely above a whisper, “So for now, Peach, you belong to the Saints.”

The complete story of Claire and The Saints:
The Saints Motorcycle Club