Phoenix Rising (Book 1)

Kristie Shafer

Cassie Alexandra

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Book One of Two

Phoenix Rising

This story contains crude language, sexual situations, and violence. Is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please do not buy if any of this offends you. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a true depiction of a motorcycle club. It was written for entertainment only.

1

Vaughn

Taylors Falls, Minnesota

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IT WAS THE perfect day for an afternoon cruise. The sun was shining, the temperature was somewhere in the seventies, and I had a chick on the back of my Hog – one I’d never banged before. A sweet-butt, with mile-high legs and cleavage a guy could get lost in. What else could a horny twenty-four-year-old ask for on a sunny afternoon?

Music.

I turned on my stereo and found that a Van Halen song I dug was playing. It was an oldie but goodie - Running With The Devil.

I grinned and cranked the volume up.

Oh, my God, Phoenix, this is so much fun! she yelled, her hand sliding down my stomach and dangerously near my zipper.

My grin widened. The vibration from my bike must have ‘revved’ up her engine.

You haven’t seen anything yet! I hollered back, pulling her hand away from my bulge. But... how about we get to where we need to be without crashing?

I know where I need to be, she replied with a sexy laugh.

Darlin’, so do I, I said, squeezing her knee and thinking about the short-shorts she had on. They barely covered her round ass, which was one of the places I needed to be. And I would, if I got my way.

After a few more minutes of driving, she squeezed me tight around the waist. "Baby, your ride is driving me wild. I need you to pull over now."

I chuckled. Right now?

She rubbed her tits against the back of my cut. "Right now."

Being the gentleman I was, I decided to let her have her way. I turned the bike down a gravel road, kicking dust up as I looked for a secluded spot to have some fun. Eventually, we pulled off to the side of the road and I cut the engine. She got off first, and it looked like her legs were shaky from the long ride.

You okay, darlin’? I asked, removing my sunglasses as she turned around to face me.

I will be, she replied, sliding one arm around my neck.  She tugged at my blond ponytail. I need you to finish what your motorcycle started, though. She grabbed my other hand and placed it between her legs. I’m so turned on right now, Phoenix. Can you tell?

Her denim shorts held more fluid than my gas tank. My dipstick rose another few inches.

You’d better take these off, I replied, slipping two of my fingers underneath her shorts to tease her for a second.

Her breath hitched, and she moaned as I pushed my knuckle inside of her. Oh, my god, she said breathlessly as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

Unable to wait any longer, I removed my hand and got off the bike, my balls so heavy, they were almost hitting asphalt. You’d better get that shit off now, I ordered, unbuttoning my jeans. Or get on your knees.

Licking her lips, she got down onto the grass and stared up at me. I’ve been dreaming about sucking your cock ever since I first laid eyes on you, Vaughn.

Once again, proving that I could be a gentleman when needed, I decided to make those dreams of hers a reality. I pulled my cock out and pushed my jeans down below my hips to get more comfortable. Go for it, babe. He’s all yours.

Damn, you’re even bigger than I thought, she said, her eyes wide as she stared at my organ bobbing in front of her.

I slid my hand down the front of her leather tank and squeezed her tit. Show him some lovin’ and he might surprise you even more, I said huskily.

She gave me a flirty grin. I suppose I’d better. He looks a little angry right now.

I looked down at the reddish pink tip of my cock. Looks like you’re right. I think you should help him blow off some of that steam, I said, smiling down at her wickedly.

She giggled. Oh, baby, I plan on it. She opened her mouth and was about to do just that when my cell phone went off.

Fuck, I growled, recognizing the ringtone.

What’s wrong? she asked, watching in disappointment as I shoved my dick back into my underwear and zipped my jeans.

I looked at my phone. It was much later than I’d thought. I should have been paying attention to the time. I’m fucking late for church. I totally spaced it, I replied, pissed as hell. "We gotta go. Now."

2

Vaughn

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PULLING UP TO Devon’s Tattoo Parlor, which was located on the east side of St. Paul, I saw one of my club brothers, Len, standing there finishing the last of a joint. I backed my bike into the only spot available. I was definitely the last one to arrive and knew there was an ass-chewing in store for me from Tom, our club president.

And I didn’t even get a hummer, I thought glumly. At least that would have been worth the earful I was about to receive.

"Looky here, it’s the ever elusive Phoenix. I was beginning to think you’d become extinct, Len said while blowing out a puff of sweet smoke. Of course, you probably will be after he gets ahold of you."

Shit happens. He’ll understand, I said, trying to play it cool. I knew full well that I was in hot water.

Yeah. Tell him that. See how Tom responds to that bullshit, he said, smirking. It was nice knowing you.

Ignoring Len, I stepped inside the parlor and headed toward the heavy, wooden doors leading into the clubhouse.

Hey sexy, Devon cooed, as I strutted past her. You’d better get that fine ass in there. Prez was yelling a few minutes ago. I’m pretty sure I overheard something about your nuts and a blender.

Devon was Tom’s niece and the best tattoo artist in the city. Normally, she was in the shop inking up the locals, as well as the guys in our club. On days we had church, however, she just hung out and looked pretty. She’d do her nails, answer calls, or run errands for Tom. Besides being his niece, the chick was as hot as hell and always a sight for sore eyes. Her long, black hair nearly reached her ass, and her eyes were so brown they appeared almost black. But what I loved most about her were the tattoos, especially the ones on her double-Ds, which she wasn’t afraid to show off. On her left breast was a devil wielding a pitchfork. On the right was a beautiful angel, with her wings spread out and looking ever-so peaceful. Devon said the tattoos matched her personality. Treat her with respect and she’d be sweet to you. Fuck with her and your life would be hell. She definitely had it in her, too. I once saw her stomp on a dude’s face after he grabbed her breasts while getting a tattoo. He left the shop bloody and in tears.

Darlin', you know my nuts could never fit into a blender, I said.

She laughed. Good luck in there.

Winking at her, I opened the door to the church and felt all eyes on me. 

What the fuck, Vaughn? Tom growled while glancing at his watch.

I gave him a sheepish grin. 

Wipe that smile from your face. You think you can just come and go as you please? he asked, staring crossly at me. Sit your ass down.

I mumbled another apology and took my seat at the large, wooden table. Tom had a short fuse and a long memory, so I didn’t try giving any explanation. He would have told me where to shove it. Tom had been the President of the Steel Bandits for as long as I could remember. When I’d joined the club ten years ago as a prospect, he’d not been pleased at all about having a teenager hanging around. But, the respect he’d had for my parents had swayed him to eventually let me in. 

That all you have to say? I’m sorry? he asked, drumming his fingers on the table.

For the most part, Tom was a decent guy, but if you crossed him, he held a grudge like nobody else. Sorry. No excuses. I fucked up. I lost track of time. It won’t happen again.

Sully, our vice president, piped up. I bet we all know where you lost it. He turned to Tom. I saw him about an hour ago with some fine fender-fluff riding through town.

I rolled my eyes. Prez didn’t care if I was being held down and raped by a gang of sex-crazed cougars. I was late and it was my fault. I fucking knew it. Yeah, so what? I said to Sully. I already admitted that I was wrong. You’re just jealous because your old pecker hasn’t been dusted off in years.

Actually, I shined it up real nice last night when I was fucking your mom, Liz, he replied with a wicked grin.

Unable to help myself, I grinned at the joke while flipping him off.

He returned the favor and added that he could still smell my momma on his knuckles.

The guys around the table starting laughing and giving me shit until Tom banged his gavel on the table.

Enough, he said sharply. I won’t have you disrespecting Liz like that. Tom turned to me. And, Phoenix, you know the rule – pay the fine for being late, and don’t let it happen again.

I nodded. Sure thing.

Len walked into the room, the smell of pot following him. We all here?

Now we are, said Tom, as Len sat down. He banged the gavel again and called the meeting to order.

3

Lily

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I JUST DON'T understand why you can't go to Minnesota with me. We had this all planned out.

Sweetie,