Page 18 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade

I smile as I watch Luna serve a little kid who looks at her like she’s an angel while the mother looks really pale, seeing how large the milkshakes are here, and knows instantly that her child is going to be bouncing off the walls.

Fuck, the whipped cream alone on top will give the kid a sugar rush, let alone the rest of the thing.

Luna sends a wince to the mother, and I chuckle a little. I swear the more time I spend with this woman, the more intriguing she becomes.

She doesn’t have a life outside of school and work, and now me, and yet she is probably the sweetest girl I’ve ever fucking met. She works hard and never asks for more than I’m willing to give.

This was supposed to be fun, an itch to scratch, something to get her out of my system, but months later, it isn’t enough. It’s never enough. I want more. I want to know the girl underneath the uniform. I want to know the girl beneath her education. I want to know her, and I fucking hate that I do.

She’s slowly becoming my main priority, and I even find myself texting her throughout the day like she’s my girl since the other day, yet I know nothing about her.

Fuck, I don’t even know what she’s going to college for.

“Hey, princess,” I say as she rounds the counter and picks up the coffee pot.

She walks over to me and refills my drink making me smile, and she says, “Sorry, Blade, if you give me ten minutes, I’ll be with you, we’re swamped, and they haven’t replaced Hannah yet after she screwed the manager.”

Why doesn’t that surprise me with the Furies owning this place?

I chuckle, then say, “I was just wondering what you are going to college for?”

She pauses a second after lifting the coffee pot, and her eyes race between mine.

I expect her to decline, to tell me this is just fun, so no personal information about each other, giving me the out I should take but really fucking don’t want, but instead, she says, “How about a question for a question?” making me fucking proud.

She never asks anything of me, and I’m man enough to admit that my chest puffs out a little that she finally has. I had to coerce her into letting me fix her car out through sex, for fuck’s sake.

The cambelt was loose as fuck, the oil hadn’t been changed, and two of her tires were barely legal.

I smile, nod, and demand, “What’s your question?”

She chews her bottom lip before she asks, “What’s your legal name?”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I half expected her to ask how many other women I’m fucking, which is none, but she doesn’t know that.

Yet again, she’s just a fucking mystery.

I tilt my head at her and reply, “Leo,” and she smiles a little then whispers, “A trauma therapist, to help people who have been abused or raped,” and my lips part in shock because, again, I didn’t expect that and then she adds, “I’m going for my bachelor’s after next year before my PhD,” before walking away, leaving me shell shocked.

This woman is becoming more and more of a mystery as time passes.

“Fuck me, mama was definitely wrong. She’s smart as fuck and not a patch chaser,” I mutter to myself as I shake my head and take a sip of my drink which I moan at.

Fuck she makes good coffee.

Mama decided to fucking corner me before Luna brought her car in the other day.

She’d heard that I had a woman coming into the garage, which is why I’m here instead, and she claimed that Luna could be using me, that she wouldn’t make a good old lady or first lady despite not knowing fuck all about her or her life.

She made shit up in her own head and ran with it without thinking because all she’s thinking about as usual is herself.

Another word, she doesn’t want anyone stepping into her role within the club despite her basically requiring to be begged to come back.

She hasn’t got her old lady patch back yet, but she is still earning it, not because of me but more because of Dad.

Again, this is something Mama isn’t aware of.

He thinks Mama may have been a patch chaser, and he didn’t notice.

Not once has she had a job since they met, doing more charity work and ensuring the club ran smoothly, and the fact that she’s an absolute bitch to Skylar every time she sees her, or so people have stated, just enhances his suspicions when it’s been over twenty years.

She’s fucked prospects on and off over the years just to get his attention, or so some of the brothers have claimed.

Mama is pushing her luck again after the whole Snatch situation, and if she isn’t careful, she’ll lose her home.

“Any siblings?” I ask Luna, trying to forget the shit with Mama and the anger that I feel every time I remember the scowl she sent this amazing woman. She puts the coffee pot back and leans against the counter before she smiles sadly and admits, “One brother. He’s older, but we don’t talk.”

Huh, guess we’re more alike than I thought.

“You?” she asks, and I grin at her, liking how she’s getting comfortable with asking me questions.

I told Mama we were friends, and I don’t know, maybe we can be.

“I have a sister but only half,” I admit, and she tilts her head so I give her more and explain, “My mother decided to make my dad jealous and slept with another man in the club, a prospect, or that was how the story was explained,” her eyes widen and I nod, “Dad decided to get one on her, you know an eye for an eye and all that, and slept with a stripper who ended up pregnant,” Luna winces, “Dad told her to get rid of it when she came to the club. Actually, he threw money at her feet and well...”

“She had the baby without telling him…” Luna finishes, and I nod and confirm, “Yep. I think my sister was around seven when we found out about her. Her mother walked into the club's diner with her, and it was like looking at my twin. Now my little sister wants nothing to do with the club, my dad, or I, and my mother treats her shitty every time she sees her around town like it was her fault my father strayed when in reality is if the stories are true, it’s kind of her fault.”

Luna winces again and asks, “Do you think she is treating her shitty, or do you think that is what people are saying to cause trouble with your mother. I mean have you physically seen her treat her crappy?”

I think for a moment and then admit, “I'm not sure. I mean, I've never seen Mama personally be nasty to my little sister, but that doesn't mean she hasn't.”

Luna sighs as she grabs my hand and squeezes it.

She says, “Maybe you should try and speak to your mother instead of jumping to conclusions with what you've been told by other people, especially if they are wrong.

You'll regret it if you don't, Axe, and then maybe you may have a better chance of trying to win your sister round.”

And now, suddenly, I hate how she calls me my road name when she knows my legal name.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Friends, we’re going to be fucking friends, that is it….

I clear my throat, turn my hand, link our fingers, and say, “I'll think about it, princess, but what I do know is that I won’t stop fighting to get her to talk to me. Skylar, she’s special.”

Luna frowns and asks, “You mean Skylar Burton?”

I raise a brow and ask, “You know her?”

Something passes across her face before she shrugs, “Not really, but she’s at the same college as me or was. She graduated this year, and we crossed paths sometimes. She was really nice and always helped people when they needed it.”

I nod with a little smile, and she goes to move when someone calls for her, letting go of my hand, however, she pauses and hesitates for a moment as she looks at me, chewing her bottom lip, obviously on the fence about what she wants to ask.

I tilt my head at her to give her the go-ahead, and she clears her throat and asks, “How, uh, how old are you?”

Fuck again, not what I expected her to ask….

I laugh, and her cheeks heat as I say, “We’ve been sleeping together for what five weeks?” she nods once, “And you’re only now just asking?”

She shrugs and admits, “Well, I didn’t think you were old enough to be my father, so I didn’t question it.”

I chuckle and shake my head, saying, “I’m twenty-eight.”

She tilts and mumbles, “Huh, so you are old then.” I narrow my eyes playfully at her, making her grin and admit, “I’m twenty.”

“I’m not that much older, then,” I growl playfully and lean up to grab her. She quickly moves out of my grasp, laughing before going to the customer who called for her, making me shake my head.

She does something to me, and I can’t put my finger on it. The more we talk, the more I want to know, and it is a dangerous path I’m going down.

I can’t offer her more than what I’m giving her.

The Furies, Mama, the club, the garage, I have too much to deal with, and I can’t give a girl like her what she deserves – my undivided time.

Sex and maybe friends that is what we have to deal with.

Sighing, I pick up my coffee and take a large sip as I look out the window and notice a Fury brother sitting outside, focusing solely on me.

I recognize him from the photos Venom has shown me—Brock, the VP who likes the strippers a little too much and may be the cause of trying to start a war, the fucker. I can’t go to his Pres and explain the shit he could be causing without proof.

I watch as his eyes go behind me, and I subtly look to see what he’s looking at. I tense up, seeing it’s Luna, and look his way just as his eyes go back to me. Nothing but pure anger radiates from him.

He wants Luna.

I don’t like the feeling that consumes me at that thought, but I know I’m right. The fucker starts his matte black Honda SP160, something I wouldn’t expect a brother to own, meaning he’s using it to keep under the radar of his club, and drives out of the parking lot, leaving dust in his wake.

I turn and notice Luna stiffening, seeing Brock drive off and I narrow my eyes and ask, “Do the Furies bother you?” as she walks over towards me.

She clears her throat and admits, “Not normally,” but she doesn’t make eye contact, and I’m not sure if she’s lying to protect me or herself.

I nod, and she sends me a blinding smile and asks, “Did you always want to be a grease monkey? Or did you want to do something else, like ballet, singing, dancing, or maybe football?”

I laugh at her words, and she relaxes, seeing the tension disperse in my shoulders, making my heart fucking skip that she could do it with such ease, something no one in my family can do, but I squash the feeling and admit, “Always a grease monkey. I love finding a problem with whatever vehicle I’m trying to fix and watching it come back to life. ”

She smirks and admits, “You also look good doing it as well.”

I laugh again as she walks away to the next table and I watch her go while a lump forms in my throat, knowing this girl is going to end up meaning more to me than I anticipated, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I watch as Luna serves a table full of loud kids, then walks over to the pass and whispers something before heading to the back. I don’t think. Instead, I allow my body to do all the movement as I follow her.

She goes into the staff room, and I follow her inside to see her sipping some water as her head comes my way.

“Blade?” she questions, and again, I fucking hate that she’s not using my legal name, but I squash it like I have with every other feeling I’ve been having with this woman and walk up to her as she puts the lid back on her bottle, and before she can put it down, I cup her cheek and press my lips against hers.

The bottle lands with a thump on the floor as she grabs my cut and grips it tightly to keep me close to her, and I quickly move my hands from her face and bend a little, gripping her thighs. She jumps as I lift, not once breaking our kiss as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I press her up against the lockers, suddenly wishing we had a bed so I could latch my mouth around her clit and taste her juices, but this will have to do.

I quickly undo my jeans as she grips my hair tightly, something she fucking loves to run her fingers through when we’re like this, sending shivers down my spine and causing my balls to tighten.

Trying not to come like a teen, I release my hard cock and move her panties to the side, groaning at yet again how wet they are for me, and I place the head of my cock at her entrance, all common sense leaving me for the second time and I thrust forward moaning at how tight she is, how tight she always is.

Luna gasps against my lips and tightens her legs around my waist, and I fuck her hard and fast, trying to ignore the feelings wanting to consume me.

Friends with benefits, that is what we’ll become, nothing more, nothing fucking more – right?