Have Gun, Will Travel (The Bare Bones MC #5)(26)
Abruptly Sax turned to Lytton. “Listen. Get ahold of Leo in Flagstaff, find out what’s going on with Brenda Ridings. That’s her name. I’m going back down the hill to find Bee. I’ll ride around the streets of P and E if I have to. Meantime, everyone here’s got my cell number, I trust.”
“I don’t,” gasped Wolf Glaser, still sitting in the bush like it was a chair.
Sax didn’t care. He was already astride his scoot and reaching for his brain bucket when everyone froze. Another cage was coming down the driveway. In slow motion, Sax returned his brain bucket to the handlebars. He didn’t realize until tiny clear bubbles started swimming before his eyes that he was holding his breath, every fiber in his body alive in anticipation.
Ah. Beatrix’s ugly olive green Corolla lumbered casually down the drive. Sax’s relief was so great he nearly broke into a cold sweat. He had to take a few deep breaths, and tears even stung his eyes.
It was painfully evident to even the biggest bonehead—Sax knew he could be dense—that he was fatefully in love with Beatrix Hellman, the goody-goody bad girl of Flagstaff.
As he breathed, the Old Sax sunk its tentacles back into his brain. Old Sax leaped off his saddle and strode on over to the ugly cage, a brawny hulk of a man about to rip the car’s door from its hinges.
Instead, it opened on its own, Beatrix’s long, bare legs appearing first. Then her innocent alabaster face like some grandma’s cameo looking up at him. Her beauty overwhelmed him, enraging him all the more.
She said, “What’s going—”
Without engaging his brain, Sax’s arm shot forth. His fingers were around her wrist, he was yanking her from her car so violently her car keys and purse went flying. She was so weak, just an orchid of a woman! He twirled her around as though in a country swing dance, but anger drenched his soul.
He roared, “Do you f*cking know how worried everyone was about you? How dare you take off on your own when all this shit is about to hit the fan? Do you f*cking know how much danger you’re in? How dare you have us all on pins and f*cking needles while you gallivant around the state?”
Her eyes and mouth were three round circles. “Sax! You’re hurting me!”
He knew he wasn’t, but he released her anyway, shoving her in the direction of the front door. “March, woman! March.”
She wasn’t moving fast enough for his liking. She had on little heeled sandals that even Sax had to admit looked sexy, and he was thoroughly enjoying her helplessness as she stumbled toward the house. Everyone else’s gleeful and horrified looks aroused Sax all the more. He’d always loved an audience for his displays of authority. Shoving the young, prim woman in the plaid camping shirt made his dick throb with excitement.
“Sax!” she cried, playing the role of the femme fatale to the hilt. “I don’t know what I did! I agree I should not have gone to the nail salon without you, but I couldn’t resist! I know what’s going on down there!”
“You should not have been going anywhere without me, period!” barked Sax. “You disobeyed both personal and club rules, and you need to be punished.” Just saying the word “punished” again had Sax’s balls plumping with seed, primed for release. He might not get physical release, but punishing the naughty girl would be its own release. He couldn’t rip his eyes from her rounded rear end beneath the crisply ironed khaki shorts.
Beatrix stumbled past June Driving Hawk. June had been passively hanging back on the portico outside of earshot of the men. Now Sax distinctly heard her whisper loudly to Beatrix.
“Go for it, girl! Push that man’s buttons. You’re so lucky.”
That June had told Beatrix she was “lucky” swelled more than just Sax’s ego. By the time they passed the front door’s threshold his penis had expanded so thickly it was almost painful, crammed inside his tight jeans against his pocket.
“Sax! What are you doing?” Beatrix cried. “I know I did wrong, but look what came of it! Just relax, let me tell you what I found out.”
Again grabbing her bicep, he slammed her back against the wall. It was a good excuse to press his body to hers, to let her feel what she’d done to him. Arousing his anger also aroused his lust, and he was nearly out of his brain with both. His cock smashed against her pubic mound, pinning her to the wall. He was so close he could have kissed her again, but that wasn’t what this was about.
“You need to be kept in line,” he murmured darkly. Her weak, trembling body stimulated every dominant cell of his soul. “You’re going to learn to never disobey me again.”
Her lower lip trembled appealingly. Sax knew he’d kiss her, so instead he shoved her toward the first room that didn’t appear to be a bathroom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
BEATRIX
I wasn’t sure why he was mad. Confusion swirled around me when Sax forced me into the house. What had I done wrong?
His rage was so palpable it was like a living, churning thing around me. Everyone else stood around like we were a sideshow, almost amused! Shouldn’t they be stopping this brute from manhandling me? Lytton, the most likely person who should have stepped in, stood with folded arms, an amused smile flitting around his mouth. What the f*ck?
He was this enraged because I went to the nail salon without him? How f*cking dangerous could a nail salon be, anyway? Weird thing was, no one else standing around seemed concerned that his reaction was over the top. June even smirked at me and gave me some advice about going for it—that I was lucky to be thrown around by Sax! This was a new kind of Dom entirely. Roscoe didn’t lord it over me with his enormous physical presence so much. He would just stand there caning me, telling me how awful I was. This was something else, an entire game changer.