Welcome to Diablo Vista (Axl Dane #1) Page 7

  Her nakedness took his breath away. He had never seen a woman so perfect. Her body was firm, yet well rounded. Her breasts were big, high, and tight, with dark nipples that were fully erect. Her eyes were closed as she put her head under the water.

  The most striking thing he noticed were her tan lines. She wasn't as dark skinned as he'd assumed. Her tan lines indicated much of her brown complexion came from the sun. Her pussy was shaved totally bald except for one thin landing strip of dark hair. She turned, and he gasped out loud as the sight of her bare ass. It was tight, and from the tan lines, he saw she must sun herself in a thong. She raised herself on her toes as she rinsed her hair, and that only served to tighten her legs and buttocks further. He groaned as his hard cock strained against his jeans. He finally turned his back and walked around the corner of the building, so aroused he could barely think.

  He hardly noticed the water stopping, and jumped as Rosita spoke from behind him. “All done. You didn't peek did you?” she said, her playful grin making him think.

  He didn't answer and instead walked to the shower to take his own. He noticed the latch wasn't broken after all.

  CHAPTER NINE

  After they had all showered, Axl drove them about a mile out and found a nice place to make camp, explaining the situation once they arrived.

  “I knew he was stupid, but not that stupid,” Trista said.

  “This is the end of my brother,” Rosita said, her tone flat.

  “I'm worried if they don't get Esteban they may keep after us, especially his sister and his wife.”

  “Won't they be after us anyway? I've heard horror stories of what the Cartels do to family members,” Trista said with a shudder.

  “Not if they get him first. Killing a man's family once he's dead serves no purpose unless they think someone will go for revenge. You two should be fine,” said Axl.

  “What about sending a message though?” Geoff said, not helping the situation.

  “Everyone knows they're scary. They don't need to waste time sending messages like that anymore,” Axl said.

  Dusk was just falling as they piled out of the Bronco. “I have a tent, and two can sleep in the Bronco. We all probably could, but it wouldn't be very comfortable. I'm thinking me and Geoff in the tent, and you girls can take the Bronco.”

  “I'd rather stay with you,” Rosita said before she realized it. Axl gave her a look of surprise and she looked away with embarrassment.

  “Me and Trista will take the tent,” Geoff said. Trista nodded.

  “If you're sure,” Axl said. Axl grabbed the tent from the back of the Bronco. “Let's get this set up.”

  “Dude, I've been camping on beaches for years. I can get the tent,” Geoff said, taking it from Axl.

  Axl pulled a shotgun from the back of the Bronco as well. “You want this?” he asked.

  Geoff shook his head. “I'd be more likely to shoot you.”

  Axl put it back before walking over to start a campfire. “It gets cold out here at night. This should help a little.”

  “Are you sure a fire is safe? Will someone see it?” Rosita asked.

  By now it was almost dark. “Take a look around, Rosita,” Axl said.

  Rosita was unsure what to look for, but soon she noticed several fires in the distance. “What is that?”

  “Coyotes and their groups. There are always people in the desert,” Axl said as he worked on the fire. There had been plenty of dry wood and fat lighter in the area, and he soon had the fire blazing even larger than he'd anticipated.

  “I don't know about you guys, but we're beat,” Geoff said once the tent was set up. “We're hitting the hay now.”

  “See you in the morning,” Trista said as the pair headed into the tent.

  “You guys don't want any food?” Axl asked, having already distributed the water earlier. “I have some protein bars and snacks in the Bronco.”

  “Not hungry. Trista?” Geoff said.

  “Me either, too fucking tired,” she said.

  Geoff went into the tent and zipped it closed.

  “You know, I hate to admit it, but I'm about to drop too,” Rosita said.

  Axl was feeling an adrenaline dump as well. “Okay, sleep it is.”

  He had supplies in the Bronco for just such a situation, so there was a sleeping bag spread in the back along with a blanket. The two of them climbed into the back. The moonlight was exceptionally bright, and the interior of the Bronco was fairly well lit.

  Axl heard Rosita shuffling beside him. “What are you doing?”

  “I can't sleep in these clothes,” Rosita said, struggling out of her shorts and shirt, having already removed her boots. Axl was wearing his jeans and t-shirt but had removed his boots. He watched Rosita, his mouth going dry as he wondered if she slept in the nude. She stopped with her bra, and also the thong which Axl had been fairly sure she wore. If Rosita noticed him staring, she didn't say anything.

  The Bronco was parked with its back facing the fire, but the tent was between the Bronco and the fire. Axl had left the tailgate down, and the back opened, the night air cool but not as cold as he'd thought. It was very pleasant.

  “That's quite a view isn't it,” Rosita said.

  “Yes, it is. This desert is beautiful country,” Axl said.

  “The stars are so clear out here. I've always loved nights in the desert,” Rosita said. “Sometimes as a little girl I'd—whoa, now that's a different kind of view there.”

  Axl searched for what Rosita was referring to and raised his eyebrows once he spotted it. The fire was lighting the tent up brightly, and the silhouettes of Trista and Geoff were very clearly visible. Trista was standing, and Geoff was on his knees and appeared to be orally servicing her. She was humping his face, her hands tightly wrapped in his hair. The shadow of his hard cock was displayed on the side of the tent.

  “I guess those two weren't so tired after all,” Rosita said, humor in her voice.

  “I guess not,” Axl agreed.

  Soon, Trista's moans were audible as they were carried on the night wind.

  “Surfer boy must have a little talent at least,” Rosita said.

  Axl chuckled. He tried to hide it, but the little show was revving him up. Rosita, half naked beside him had been bad enough, but now this. He cleared his throat and shifted position, trying to ease the pressure on his now stiff cock as it strained against his jeans.

  Axl began to rub his cock without even realizing it, the two of them watching the show in silence. Soon they both began breathing heavy but didn't know it as they were caught up in what they were watching.

  Axl noticed Rosita was rubbing her pussy over her thong slowly. He looked at her face, a look of pure lust on it as she lightly licked her lips and watched Trista and Geoff. Axl was tired of playing coy.

  He reached over and moved Rosita's hand, replacing it with his own. She gasped but didn't fight him, instead reaching over to rub his cock over his jeans. Geoff had added fingers to his oral actions, or at least that's what their silhouettes indicated. Trista's moans were getting louder.

  Axl pulled Rosita's thong to the side, rubbing her swollen pussy lips now as she moaned. She was so fucking wet, and he slid a finger deep inside. “Fuck, that's a tight little box you have there,” he told her, sliding a finger in and twisting his wrist.

  “Oh god, that feels good,” Rosita gasped.

  Axl leaned back, hurriedly pulling his jeans and briefs off and kicking them out of the way. “Get that thong off,” he ordered.

  Rosita hurriedly obliged, lifting her legs and sliding the thong off. She quickly pulled the bra off too, freeing her firm tits and eliciting a sound of appreciation from Axl. Axl's cock was at full attention now, and Rosita wrapped her hand around it and started stroking. Axl growled and put his hands behind his head, looking down to watch her stroke him.

  The two of them watched the tent as she masturbated him. Geoff was now standing, and Trista was sucking him. Axl reached over and put his hand
behind Rosita's head, guiding her down to his cock. “Suck it,” he ordered.

  Rosita did, licking up and down the shaft and then taking it deep. Axl thought he had sensed a submissive side to Rosita, and he had been right. He ran his hands through her hair as she took him deep again, displaying great oral talent.

  “Mmm that's it, Rosita, suck that cock,” he snarled.

  She moaned around his shaft and took him even deeper. They were both still watching as Trista went to all fours and Geoff mounted her. Rosita deepthroated Axl, holding him down until tears filled her eyes. She slid up, gasping for breath.

  “Good girl, you know how to suck my dick,” Axl said, guiding her back down. She once again held him as long as possible, then came up for air. She was smiling up at him as she coughed, recovering.

  Axl reached for his coat, retrieving the condoms before handing one to Rosita. “Put that on me,” he said. Axl wondered briefly if Geoff had used a condom. A little pretty boy like him probably had condoms on him at all times, so he didn't worry himself about it. Rosita looked into Axl's eyes as she ripped the condom open with her teeth. She took the condom and slid it snugly onto his firm cock, her eyes never leaving his.

  “Are you going to fuck me, Axl? Are you going to fuck me hard?” she said.

  Axl grabbed her hair and pulled her face directly to his. “I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,” he said, kissing her deeply and sucking her tongue.

  She groaned into him and returned the kiss before he flipped her over and pulled her legs up, putting them over his shoulders. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her wet slit, teasing her.

  “No, no, no, please don't tease me,” she pleaded, bucking under him and trying to slide her pussy onto his cock.

  Axl grabbed her chin in his fist. “I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready,” he growled.

  His aggression only turned her on more, and she whimpered. He took pity on her, and slowly slid his cock into her up to the root. He started to fuck her slow and deep. She was hot inside, so very fucking hot. Her pussy was wet and gripped him tightly. It was like each time he slid out, her pussy gripped him, desperate to keep him inside. He leaned down and sucked her nipples roughly, nibbling them, tugging them with his teeth. Her tan lines were driving him mad, and he wanted to burn the image of her naked body into his brain.

  He started to rotate his hips as he fucked her, moving his cock around inside of her. She was now making little whimpers mixed with dirty words in Spanish. Axl didn't know what she was saying, but it was driving him insane. He started to slam into her, the entire vehicle rocking with the force of his thrusts. She was moving up as he was moving down, and soon she let out a scream and orgasmed as Axl continued to pound her.

  Once her climax subsided, Axl rolled her over on top of him, gripping her nice ass in his hands as he urged her to ride his cock. “Come on, that's a good girl, ride that dick,” he whispered into her ear. She moaned in response and started to bounce on his hard shaft.

  Axl spanked her ass, getting a yelp. “Ride it harder, come on,” he urged. He spanked her ass more, slapping her firm ass cheeks. He loved the way his palms stung when he smacked her. Her butt was so firm he could spank it all day.

  “Spank me harder,” she managed to stammer.

  Axl slapped her ass even harder.

  “Harder,” she said, both hands on his chest as she rose and fell on his shaft.

  “Harder?”

  “Uh huh!”

  Axl spanked her ass as hard as he dared, his hands leaving red prints on her ass as he wore her ass out. She bit her lower lip and sobbed, the pleasure overwhelming her as she came again. He grabbed her hair, pulling it hard as he joined her in orgasm, his cock exploding inside of her and filling the condom with his cum.

  “Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!” he howled, not caring if the entire desert heard him.

  Rosita collapsed on top of him, and the two of them tried to catch their breath. They had both relieved much pent up stress from the day and were trying to come down from the high.

  “It had been too long for me, fuck,” Axl said.

  “Si, for me too,” Rosita said.

  Axl leaned up and saw that Trista and Geoff must have finished up and gone to sleep.

  “Thank you,” Rosita said.

  “For what?” Axl asked.

  “For everything,” she said, planting a light kiss onto his lips. He grabbed her head and kissed her deeply, their lips mashed together as their tongues touched.

  “Thank you,” Axl said.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The next morning Axl and Rosita drove into town early before Trista and Geoff woke to shower and to see if any new information was available. It wasn't, so they drove back to the campsite to find Trista and Geoff awake by the fire.

  “Any news?” Trista asked.

  “No, not yet. But Mark thinks we'll see Esteban soon,” Axl answered.

  “What are we going to do today? It's going to get hot as hell soon,” Geoff said, taking a bite from a granola bar Axl had supplied him.

  “We can drive around some, the A/C in the Bronco should keep us cool. If we're lucky, we won't have long to wait.”

  Trista kept staring at Axl, and every time he'd turn to her she'd look away. She had heard him and Rosita last night, and from the sound of things Axl was her kind of man. Trista admonished herself mentally for being a slut and tried to think of other things.

  “Can we shower, too?” Trista asked.

  Axl nodded. They packed up the tent and sleeping bags, and then the group finished eating a light breakfast of pre-packaged foods and water before Axl drove them into town.

  “Listen, be quick, we don't have time to dawdle. I'd rather not be here when Esteban arrives,” Axl said.

  They nodded and hurried back behind the bar. Axl and Rosita hadn't spoken about last night yet, and the two were sitting in the truck alone with the elephant in the room.

  “What was last night?” Rosita finally asked.

  “What do you mean?” Axl said, cleaning his sunglasses before putting them back on.

  “I mean, what was it?”

  Axl looked at her, then looked outside. “It is what it is.”

  Rosita nodded.

  Axl was trying to think of something else to add when he saw dust in the background. Someone was driving into town, but the air was so hazy he couldn't tell who or what it was.

  “Shit, we've got to move,” Axl said, starting the car up and pulling behind the bar. He pulled around behind the garage, passing Geoff and Trista, who were exiting the shower on the way. Rosita waved them along, and soon they climbed into the Bronco.

  “What happened?” Trista asked.

  “Someone's in town. You all wait right here,” Axl said, sliding the Colt into his belt and heading for the bar.

  “Do you want the shotgun?” Geoff asked.

  “Nah, that's a little hard to conceal. Hold onto it. You may need it,” Axl said, walking around the garage.

  He crept along the side of the bar and peeked, seeing Esteban's Mercedes. It looked like hell, beaten to pieces and dirty. He slowly walked on into the bar but saw only Mark inside. Even the old Mexicans were gone, and Axl had thought they were a permanent fixture.

  “He's in back,” Mark said, indicating a back room that Axl was familiar with. “Go on in.”

  Axl nodded and walked on into the back room, seeing Esteban seated at the one table, a duffle bag in front of him. Esteban looked worse than the Mercedes. He was wearing a golf shirt and slacks, but both were ripped and dusty. His hair was greasy, and he looked like he hadn't bathed in days.

  “Esteban, so nice to meet you,” Axl said.

  Esteban drew a pistol, but Axl was faster, the Colt in Esteban's face before he could aim at Axl. “Don't. Now put the gun down.”

  Esteban and Axl both used the weird moment to examine one another's pistols. Both were nickel-plated with pearl handles, but where Axl's was a .357 revolver Esteban's was a .45 automatic.

 
“Eh, jefe, I have to admire your taste in handguns,” Esteban said, still not lowering his gun.

  “Yeah. Listen, I'm not with anyone that's after you, I'm here to help,” Axl said, still making things up as he went along.

  “What do you mean?” Esteban asked, obviously leery.

  “Your wife hired me to help you out,” Axl said, happy he was doing such a good job of improvisation.

  “My wife?”

  “Yes, Trista is here. I got her, your sister and the pool boy out of the house,” Axl said, wanting to add after your sorry ass left them there to die.

  Esteban brightened. “Señor, I owe you more than I can say! If you help me, I can give you money. What is your name?” Esteban slid the gun back into his pants, seeming to buy the story. He wasn't that bright, after all.

  “Axl Dane, P.I.”

  “Axl Dane. I have heard of you. Your name is well known in Diablo Vista. With you on my side, we may make it out of this yet. Tell me, señor, how much do you know of my little predicament?”

  “I hear you screwed the Cartels, the Yakuza, and the Kingsnakes.”

  “Si, si. When I fuck up, I fuck up big, no?”

  “Yeah you could say that. Which Cartel are you working for?

  “Which Cartel?” Esteban asked, confused.

  “Yes, which one?”

  “THE Cartel,” Esteban said, as if Axl was the stupid one.

  Axl wondered if Esteban was screwing with him, but he didn't crack a smile. “You don't know which Cartel you were dealing with, do you?”

  “Señor, there is just the Mexican Drug Cartel, that is all. This isn't the American NFL, where there are many teams,” Esteban said laughing. Axl wondered if Esteban could be the most stupid person he'd ever met. Esteban was making Geoff look like a MENSA member.

  “Okay, anyway, we need to figure out a plan. I guess they locked you down pretty good, huh?” Axl said, trying to figure out the best way to turn Esteban over to the men chasing him. Should he turn him over to the Cartel, the Yakuza or the bikers? Would the others need to know he was dead? This was complicated.