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

over the edge, because I felt a pulsing inside me, and a hot flooding feeling inside me. It brought my own orgasm to the surface like nothing else could.
    “Oh, god,” I said, “I’m gonna cum.” My pussy began to contract, and I saw stars as I squeezed my eyes shut hard, my pussy exploding and milking every drop of biker cum out of his balls.
    His thrusting slowed, and I collapsed onto my belly, spent, his cock sliding out of me. He dropped to the bed next to me, and put an arm around me, holding me tight. We began to drift off to sleep together there, his hot seed dripping out of me and fulfilling me so totally.

Chapter 17: Axl
    My head buzzed with dopamine and my cock was still hard despite the massive load I’d just shot into her. Jesus fuck. I’d never come like that in my life.
    I watched her breasts rise and fall, her head nestled into the crook of my arm. I hadn’t decided whether to let her sleep or to wake her up for round two. My balls were already replenishing their store, and right now there was nothing that could satisfy me—except a whole night of orgasms deep inside that tight pussy of hers.
    Christ. Was I going crazy? Was I really disobeying direct fucking orders just to get my dick wet in this girl? Or was there truly something else, some deeper connection?
    My thoughts drifted into dreams, becoming wilder and more surreal, until I slipped completely into the dream world.
    Holly and I slept, our bodies exhausted in more ways than one, finally recuperating from the chaos of the last several days.
    Around eight in the morning, our sleep was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. My eyes blasted open. Waking up fast was a talent that I’d been forced to cultivate.
    God fucking dammit. Couldn’t get any fucking peace and quiet. Ever.
    Holly’s eyes fluttered open as I reached over her to grab my phone from the nightstand.
    “Yeah?”
    It was Dash.
    “VP. Been calling you for an hour.”
    “Spotty service here.”
    “I know,” said Dash. “Calling you ‘cause the Reapers are onto you, man. Lynch just clashed with one of their crews down in Rosita. Put the squeeze on one of their guys and said you’re being tracked. They got to the van before Clean could take care of it.”
    “Fuck,” I said. I hadn’t expected them to react so quickly. “We’ll move.” Then I added, “And Ryker?”
    There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “What do you think, VP? There’s gonna be hell to pay.”
    “Had to do this, man,” I said. “Can’t let an innocent die.” I looked over at Holly and saw her listening alertly. “Ain’t the Sons way.”
    But the truth was, under the surface I was questioning my motives just as much as Dash was. Was I fucking lying to myself about the reason I was here? Was I really doing this out of loyalty to the Sons charter, or was I seeing things sideways because I was falling—
    No. No, this was about holding the club to a higher standard than those fucking Reapers. I’d have done the same for any innocent. Maybe without the fucking, though. Yeah, that’s what I told myself.
    “Look man, I owe you when this all blows over. I’m heading up to Four Corners, further out of Reaper territory. Keep shit together in town. Be careful. Shit’s moving fast right now.”
    “Yeah, boss,” said Dash. There was a hell of a lot of doubt in his voice, and I knew why. If I couldn’t make the guys come around to my side of this when I got back, I was facing a vote of no confidence as VP. And meanwhile the club was going into a rapidly heating war without me.
    I hit the End key on the phone hard and slammed it onto the nightstand.
    Holly’s eyes were wide. “What was that all about?”
    “Reapers found the van on your street. They want my head now. And yours.”
    “Damn,” she said, but her voice didn’t waver. I was fucking impressed with how well she was maintaining her composure. Maybe she was starting to get used to this shit. She was pretty fucking tough,