Axle's Brand (Death Chasers MC 3)

Axle steps back, taking my hand in his.

“Party is about to start. You just put us back in business with your large order,” he says, smirking at me. “So, tonight is a celebration.”

“I’d rather just celebrate with you.” I start walking toward the door, but he tugs my hand, pulling me back to him as he kisses me again, backing me against the wall.

I smile against his lips as he lifts me up, dropping my ass on a steel table before stepping between my legs.

He shoves my skirt up and jerks my panties down. I lift up, letting him work the annoying underwear down, and they drop to my ankles. I’m vaguely aware of them falling off as he runs his thumb over—

“Yo—whoa. My bad,” someone says, causing Axle to jerk my skirt down as he turns a glare in the direction of the voice.

I clear my throat, glancing over as well to see Dash staring at the ceiling, a big-ass grin on his face.

“I guess that means she likes the merchandise,” the dick says.

“Fucking comedian,” Axle says dryly, bending to pick my panties up and shove them into his pocket.

I’d sort of like to have those on again, but I’d rather not discuss that at this exact moment.

I hop off the counter, and Axle laces his fingers with mine, pulling me with him as we head toward the door. Dash laughs as Axle shoves him aside, and we walk into the throngs of people who weren’t here when we went into the garage.

Cases upon cases of beer are getting stocked in the long row of glass-door coolers behind the bar. And liquor bottles are loading the shelves, guys opening boxes full of them.

Glad to see their priorities are in order.

“You gonna get inked?” Dash asks me.

I open my mouth to speak, but Axle beats me to it. “I’m not Drex, and I’m not putting my name on her body.”

I arch an eyebrow as a slow grin curves Dash’s lips.

“Then you need to make it known she’s with you to every-damn-body. Drex had a hell of a time with Eve.”

Axle doesn’t seem bothered. “Herrin’s crew was here then. They’re not now. These guys are assholes, but they won’t cross that line.”

He looks at me like he’s reassuring me, but I remember the dipshit he had to punch after he got too insistent. I decide to stick close to him all night just in case.

“Looks like that fucker got him a blonde now. What the hell, Axle?” a guy with a long beard asks.

“Same girl. New hair,” he tells the beast of a man who winks at me, but not in a creepy way.

Drex walks up, three beers in his hand, and passes two off to Dash and Axle. I take it upon myself to lean over the bar and grab some tequila and shot glasses, while they discuss party central.

As I start taking a few shots, I feel Axle’s eyes on me, even as Drex speaks to him.

Eve saunters over with Colleen, and I nod at them in greeting, since Colleen did just make my hair awesome earlier. It makes me less inclined to slap her for the way she balked at Axle’s scars that day.

I lean into his side as I take my third shot, and his arm goes around my shoulders as the group talks about fun stories from the past. A lot of girls are here, and the other guys are all lounging around, watching them as they dance to the music that is pumping throughout.

I prefer skating to dancing, but with all these people here, it’s unlikely I can skate.

“You want to dance?” I ask Axle, nudging him with my elbow.

He looks at me like I just asked him to run through a row of hot coals.

“I don’t dance.”

“Don’t worry about looking stupid. It’s just fucking with your clothes on,” I say, patting his chest. “You can handle that.”

Dash turns his head, laughing into his hand.

“I said I don’t dance. Not that I couldn’t.” Axle returns his attention to Drex, resuming the conversation I apparently interrupted.

Obviously I don’t mention the sweet swaying we did at the hotel. I’m sure they’d take away his surly card if I did.

“I’ll dance,” Colleen says to me.

She’s been…nice lately. Maybe because she knows she pissed me off, and that I’m someone who just ordered a shit-ton of vehicles and that I run a crime family.

My bad. Next time I skate and rant, I’ll keep the music off so I can whisper-yell at them.

“Me too,” Eve chimes in.

Drex grabs Eve by the arm, but I note that the hold is gentle. “Stay close.”

She nods like she doesn’t mind being bossed around. Drex is freaking bossy.

Is Axle that bossy?

I don’t think so. I’d have a problem with a bossy guy. Though he does have his bossy moments. Maybe I only find it hot when it’s Axle. No other guy is allowed to be bossy because they’re not him. Totally not hypocritical of me at all.