Free Axl (Sons of Chaos MC #1) by Riley Rollins

the window next to the front door and bent my knees to peek outside, holding the blinds open with my thumb and forefinger. My bike sat outside, undisturbed. I heard music coming from a room across the way—at this fucking hour, Christ—but there was no sign of trouble.
    Sighing, I opened the door, stepped outside, and took in the calmness of the dawn. It was a stark contrast from the chaos that’d gone down just a couple hours ago. I really could’ve used a smoke, even though I’d quit years ago.
    When I finally went back into the room, Holly was lying on one edge of the bed, wrapped in a crappy, threadbare towel from the motel. Her arms were crossed over her chest, hugging her breasts tight against her body.
    God, under any other circumstances I would’ve been lusting over that tight young body. But right now I was just cashed the fuck out.
    I crashed down on the opposite edge of the bed I stared at the ceiling for a while, processing what had just happened, not speaking. She didn’t speak either.
    When I finally looked over at her, a tear was running down her cheek.
    I reached my hand out across the bed and nudged her arm. “Hey,” I said, “Everything’s gonna be cool.”
    “It’s not,” she said with a sniffle. “Graduation was only a few weeks out. Now we’re in the middle of this shit. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to go home again.”
    “Darlin’,” I said, covering her hand with mine, “This shit’ll blow over. It always does. They’ll forget all about you when the next big thing comes up. Until then, I’ll protect you.”
    “Why?” she asked. “Doesn’t your club need you right now?”
    I sighed. “I disobeyed orders when I came for you.”
    She turned her head to look at me, her eyes watery and wide. “Why would you do that?”
    I struggled for words. I wasn’t used to this emotional bullshit.
    “You... made me feel...” I stopped. What a fuckin’ pussy I was being. “I just didn’t wanna see you get fucked up,” I finished.
    Sometimes I fuckin’ amazed myself with my own eloquence.
    There was a pause, and then I felt her moving her hand in mine. She linked her fingers with my fingers and squeezed my hand. Suddenly, I couldn’t resist her anymore. I turned on my side, leaned toward her, and placed my lips on hers.
    She kissed me back.

Chapter 16: Holly
    Axl kissed me, and I kissed him. He cupped my cheek in the palm of his calloused hand, his weathered, dry skin scratching my freshly moisturized face. The same hand that had plunged a knife into the neck of one Reaper and into the gut of another, now held my face tenderly. The contrast floated at the top of my mind while his lips mashed against mine. His breath was hot with adrenaline, a masculine, animal scent that penetrated me completely.
    I loved it.
    I darted my tongue out and it clashed with his, our flesh dancing and circling in lust.
    “Babe,” he said, pulling away for a breath, “I want you.”
    An excited streak of sexual possibility ran up my spine. Goosebumps tingled over my skin. His face was so handsome even in the dim motel light. His high cheekbones framed his strong, flat chin, covered in a beard as black as his full head of rich, dark hair.
    This was just one more step toward madness, a further descent into the life of chaos that I seemed to be plunging toward at an alarming rate. But I was already in this deep, and every bundle of nerves in my body fired in response to his touch. God, I needed him.
    Still facing him and laying on my side, I reached out to reciprocate his touch. His prickly face scratched my hands, just as his hands had. Every part of him was sharp and dangerous, a testament to the lifestyle he lived.
    As I felt his face, the cheap motel towel fell away from my body, revealing my soft, perky breasts to him for the first time.
    “Darlin’,” he said, running his hand down my side, pulling the towel further down, “You are fuckin’ perfect.”
    He pushed me onto my back and straddled