I wrapped an arm around her and used the other to rub soothing circles on her back as I finished the story. “Shortly after that, Mac caught my dad trying to get drugs into the club, and a girl died as a result. The day they came to take care of him, Mac spotted me in the window watching. I knew they’d come to kill him, but instead, they beat the shit out of him.” I chuckled at the next memory. “Then Mac came swaggering up to the door and knocked as if it were just a pleasant visit. He told me to get my ass to the Silver Saints compound the next day after school. When I showed up, he put me to work. He knew my dad would take every cent I made, but it would also keep him from attempting to make me work for his dealer again.”
Arya chuckled softly. “I knew he was a big softie.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll kick my ass just to prove a point, then Bridget will let him have it, and he’ll be a son of a bitch until she decides to forgive him for being an asshole. Anyway, Mac taught me the meaning of family and brotherhood, taught me how to fight so I could protect myself, and made sure I kept up my grades and went to college. When I was eighteen, he told me he’d gotten everyone to agree to a change in the bylaws. They counted all the time I’d been working as being a prospect and invited me to become a patch. Not all clubs have this rule, but the Silver Saints don’t usually allow anyone to become a prospect until they’re at least eighteen. I don’t think they’ve used the altered bylaw more than one other time.”
“What happened to your parents?”
“Dad overdosed shortly after I patched in, and my mom is living in a house I own just outside of town. She’s been clean for about five years.” I was silent for a minute, then asked, “Do you want to meet her? We have dinner every other Sunday.”
Arya leaned back and looked at me with an apprehensive expression. Shit. I hadn’t considered she might not accept my mom. “Will I get to see pictures of a naked baby Dax? Because if that’s a deal breaker, then I’m uninviting you to my dinner with your mom.”
A hearty laugh burst from my chest. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d laughed so much. Arya had changed everything. Changed me.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
She smiled and leaned up to kiss my cheek.
“How about a shower?”
Arya nodded happily, then giggled when I once again swung her up into my arms.
8
Dax
“Dax?”
“Yeah, baby?” I’d just finished slathering conditioner on Arya’s hair and turned her so I could rinse it under the spray of hot water. I’d taken my time washing her body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. Then I’d dirtied her up and made her come twice before cleaning her up again.
“I mean, um, David Anthony Xavier?”
I paused and raised an eyebrow as I gazed into her face with curiosity. Her expression was sly, despite the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her breasts. Before I could ask what she was up to, our conversations from the previous night and this morning came back to me.
A grin split my face, and I winked at her. “You lookin’ for a mouthful of something else, baby?”
Arya giggled, and I hurried to finish her hair before moving the spray so it wasn’t directly on us. With one hand flat on her back and the other tangled in her hair, I hauled her up against me and took her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss until I felt her knees go weak.
With a groan, I ended the kiss and grabbed a towel I’d draped over the door. I folded it and dropped it on the tile in front of me, then helped Arya lower to her knees. “Is this what you want filling your pretty mouth?” I grunted.
Arya licked her lips and nodded as she stared hungrily at my long, thick cock. I grew even harder under her hot gaze, and blood roared in my ears as it all rushed down to my erection.
“Open,” I demanded. She immediately obeyed, and I threaded my hands in her hair again, clutching the strands so I could control the angle. Slowly, I entered her mouth, and when her plump lips wrapped around my shaft, I almost blew my load right then. But I fought back my climax and took a deep, steadying breath.
“Suck it, baby.”
Arya hollowed out her cheeks, and I shouted at the ecstasy that rolled through my body. “Fuck!”
Encouraged by my reaction, she started licking and bobbing her head on my shaft. I let her lead until I couldn’t take it anymore, then I tightened her hair in my fists and took over. I was a little worried about being too rough as I fucked her mouth fast and hard, but her moans of pleasure and the rapturous expression on her face let me know she was okay.