Axel (The Devil's Angels MC #2)

by Lola Wright

“Fine, biker man. You’re right. I’ll ride. But I’m a bike virgin, so treat that with the respect it deserves,” I inform him.

“I’m a passenger virgin, so we are in this together, babe,” laughs Axel as he swings his leg over his bike.

“I’m not having sex with you!” I say way louder than I meant to. “Why not? I’m hot, I’m a good catch, and I have a magical cock.” “You have a magi… wait, stop. Did you just say you have a magical cock?” “I said it and it’s true. Magical. Beautiful too, if the truth be known,” Axel goes on to say. “Okaaay, that’s nice to know, but why do we have to have sex tonight?” I ask, playing along with what I’m hoping is a game. “Because I cannot do another night on that couch. I’m too much of a gentleman to make you take the couch, and I’ve never slept in the same bed with a woman without it being about sex. I have to stay true to my cock, who, by the way, is named Big Al, and the boys are known simply as ‘the twins,’ so we have to get down and dirty tonight so I can maintain my man rules.”

bathtub available was too much for her to resist. So now I’m sitting on the couch, trying not to think about that fact. I’m also trying desperately not to touch myself in my happy zone while thinking about that fact. I fail and give Al a quick rub.

But there are going to be some rules you have to follow.” “Rules?” she asks skeptically. “Yes, rules. First, you have to let me keep you safe however I think is best. You may not like my methods, but I need you safe. I need that, Bailey. And you need to give that to me.” “I can agree to that rule.” “Second, you may worship, fondle, and generally love on my balls, but they will never be placed in your purse. These bad boys are not purse balls.” I pretend not to notice that Bailey is trying to hide a smile. “Third, if anyone asks you about my junk size, you must tell them you call him Big Daddy for good reason.”

“You can stop laughing at any moment, Bailey! This shit isn’t funny!” I chastise her. “You wanted it! You demanded it! Oh my fucking God, I’m going to pee myself!” she spouts in between bouts of laughter while she’s rolling around on her side of the bed. “You could have been more insistent with your warnings, you know!” I pout at her. “Oh God! I need to video this shit! Where’s my phone?” “You make one move toward your phone, I’m taking you out!” I holler at her. This shit definitely does not need to be filmed! Fucking Bailey is laughing too hard to respond. Insensitive witch! “Just get this shit done! Now, woman!”

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Okay, okay. Calm down. Okay, let’s finish,” she finally quits laughing long enough to answer me. She gets to her feet and ambles to my side of the bed before she starts roaring again. After another moment of her laughing at me, she calms enough to stand up straight again. I scowl at her, but it doesn’t erase the tears of laughter that are still coating her cheeks. “Okay, Ax. Only a few more strips to pull, and then we’re done. Are you ready?” “Fuck no, I’m not ready! Who the fuck is ever actually ready to have their asshole pulled off with strips of cloth coated in wax? Huh? Who? Tell me now, Bailey! Do you actually know anyone who has ever answered that question with, ‘Why, yes, I am ready for excruciating pain, bring it on, girlfriend?’” Fuck me, she’s giggling again. Jesus H. Christ, just do it already. No, I’m not ready for the pain, but I am ready to be done with the stupidest idea I have ever come up with.

Yes, it was my idea, and I insisted on having my ass waxed, even though Bailey did try to warn me that it was very painful. And yes, I probably made her not care so much that she was about to rip my hide off when I made the stupid comment that if women can handle it, then a badass biker like myself can handle it, no problem. I may have laughed at her when she told me about the first time she had her girlie bits waxed. I may have called her a wimp. And a wuss. And I even told her she was “a girl,” and I wasn’t. Well, color me stupid. This shit hurts! Never again! But since I pissed her off, she put the wax all over my ass at once instead of doing a small section at a time. I know I had that coming, but that doesn’t help me now, does it? And I handled the ass waxing pretty damn well. Only a few curse words and maybe, just maybe, a tear or two. But it’s the ass crack that’s killing me. I wanted it waxed, and she tried to tell me no. I didn’t listen, and my life sucks because of that. Can we just get back to the “ripping my asshole out of my body” part now? I’m lying on my stomach on my bed with strips of cloth and wax so far up in my business it’s not amusing, and I just want today...

“Holy fuck! What the ever-loving fuck was that for? Oh my fucking God! Owwwwww! Make it stop!” I scream at Bailey when she rips a strip of wax and hair from my ass crack without warning me first. The evil witch is laughing too hard to stand, so she’s now leaning her forearms across my back while I twitch my ass right and left, trying to get the burning to stop. I can feel her tears landing on my back. Holy shit, I’m never sitting down again! “Holy crap! Holy shit! One to go, Axel. Only one to go now,” she barks out in between laughing at me and my poor abused ass. “I’m b...

“Holy mother of God! Fucking hell! Owwwwww! Woman, I hate you! Owwwwww! It burns like the fires of hell!” I shout as the last, thank God, strip is torn from my body. My colon may have just been removed also. I flop myself down on the bed, and yes, I hide my face and allow a tiny tear or two to drop onto my pillow. Don’t judge me until you’ve been in this predicament! As I’m lying there, counting the different ways to make Bailey pay, she starts applying a cool soothing lotion to my angry parts. Oh, wow, that does feel better. Not great, but a little better. I may survive this after all. “The club sluts were always whining about having their pus… um, lady pa...

“I don’t really care to hear how you should have been more considerate of their ‘lady parts’ after they were waxed. Do you want to hear shit from me like how I should have given a better blow job to John while we…” “No! Stop! Not another word from your mouth about you, blow jobs, and other men, woman!” I shout. “Works both ways, baby,” Bailey spits at me as she walks into the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and know she’s washing her hands when I hear another noise. I turn my head toward our closed bedroom door to find that it’s not closed. It’s open now and standing in it are Pooh and Gunner. Phone...

“What the fuck are you two doing in my house? How’d you get in here anyway?” I bark at them as I try to sit up and find it’s better to stay lying down. Gunner puts down his phone but lifts his keys. Fuck, he has a set to my house. At about that time, Pooh loses control of himself and starts roaring out loud with laughter which drags Gunner with him, and that brings Bailey flying out of the...

She takes in the scene, and then the traitorous little witch starts laughing along with the two goons that used to be my best friends. All three are having a ball at my expense. Fuck them. I pull myself out of bed and crabwalk to the bathroom, slamming the door in their faces. The...