Third.
Bikers are fearless.
They left their homes to come to a foreign land and face strangers for me and my friend. There was no benefit to any of them for helping us. They came in and did what had to be done without hesitation.
Fourth.
Bikers don’t bullshit.
Each man has been upfront at every turn with Laura and me. It’s overwhelming to have men speak without holding back. It’s intimidating, but I respect it.
Fifth.
Bikers are hot.
There isn’t a single Hellion who has stood in front of me and not tipped the scales of the hot-meter. None of them have beer bellies. They aren’t unclean barbarians.
I can go on and on, but I stop when the phone Axel gave me before he left rings. It’s my father calling. While I have had a brief conversation with him, he keeps calling. I know I can’t continue to ignore him.
“Hello,” I answer on the fourth ring.
“Yesnia, we want to see you. I know you’re in El Paso.”
“I don’t want to see you,” I tell him firmly.
“Don’t do this to your mother,” he states, trying to be firm, but all it does is piss me off.
I snap, “Don’t bring my mother into this! It has nothing to do with either of you. This is my life and I want it to be with Axel. I gave him up once, I won’t do it again. I know if I see you the expectation for me to return to Chicago will be there. I also know you won’t shut up until you get your way. You’re Javier Almanza and everyone bows down to you. I tried life without him, Papa, and it sucked. I love you and Mama, but it’s time I figure out life for myself. My life is with Axel.”
“Fuckin’ hellion,” he mutters, and I disconnect the call before he can say another word.
No more.
I love my mother. I love my father. But he’s not going to keep me from Axel. The days of my torn loyalties are gone. I know what I want in my life. I’m twenty-five years old. I’m not some lost little girl. I’m a woman in love with a biker from North Carolina.
I want to give this my all.
I also want safety.
I want loyalty.
I want love.
It’s a blur as we leave Texas and board the plane to Charlotte. Once we get land, I am surprised to find Axel isn’t here to pick me up. We have talked but he’s been busy so it hasn’t been much. Hawk leads us to an SUV driven by Rex. While I’m disappointed, I don’t say anything because I know Axel will show up somewhere. He said I would see him.
We pull up to a cul-de-sac of two-story homes. Hawk climbs out of the back seat and takes Laura by the hand. She’s going to stay with him until we figure out what the future holds for us. She wants to remain my assistant … not that I have a company, a job, or anything for her to do. We are close, though, and we’ve discussed different passions to maybe open a clothing boutique or something. My dad says he will pay her the same salary she’s had since she was my private nurse and then my assistant. Whatever job title she wants to give herself, I don’t care, I’m just thankful she’s still with me.
I’ve been waiting for Axel to tell me he wants a future with me. He hasn’t said he doesn’t, but he hasn’t invited me to live with him either. In fact, when I bring up love or looking ahead, he doesn’t say much. It’s ridiculous after everything I’ve put him through to be so insecure. He once told me actions speak and his actions have been nothing but care for me.
I’m surprised to see Hawk, a single guy living in an established family neighborhood like this, but at least Laura will have a nice place for the night. Tomorrow we will face what the future brings. By then, I will have time to talk to Axel.
Rex rolls the car from one driveway to the next. He twists in the driver’s seat. “Welcome home, Yesnia.” He reaches into the cup holder and hands me a key. “Axel’s waiting.”
Nervous energy fills me. Could this be? Is this the home Axel plans for us together?
I don’t bother with my bag because, hello, Axel is waiting. Rushing from the car to the steps, I fumble with the key and getting it in the lock. Finally, the door clicks, and I open it.
Axel stands in front of me with his hair pulled back, wearing a button up shirt, and a pair of casual dress pants, not looking like his usual self at all. He’s sex walking, normally; this is next level. Immediately, I step into the entry way and wrap my arms around his neck and pulling him to me.
I pull on his hair-tie, letting his hair fall around us as I hear the door slam behind me.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper between kisses.
“Welcome home, baby,” he whispers back, and I find myself tugging on the hem of his shirt to pull it from his pants.
Home is wherever Axel is. I feel it completely.
Fighting with the buttons, I laugh when Axel pulls back enough to pull the shirt off in a way that sends buttons flying.
“Need you, baby,” he moans, and all self-control is gone for both of us.
He’s in a white undershirt and the softest pants I’ve ever felt on a man as he scoops me up and wraps my legs around his body. I keep kissing him, even though our teeth clank and it hurts a little. He pins me to the wall, and I roll my hips to grind against him.
“Baby, please,” I whimper.
Without breaking our kiss, he walks me up the stairs slowly before taking me to a bedroom where he lays me down on the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. The sheets are a charcoal gray with a red comforter that is folded halfway down the bed.
I’m wearing a sundress that’s loose around my body because Texas is warm and so is North Carolina. Axel twists so he’s under me, and I straddle him. Lifting the hem of the dress, I remove the garment, leaving me sitting on him in a nude strapless bra and a pair of panties of the same color. I rock over him, feeling his cock hard under me.
Axel grips my hips lining my pussy up exactly where he wants me. He rocks up at the same moment he pushes on my hips to make me slide over him. Wanting to tease him, I reach behind me and remove my bra. Cupping my breasts, I tweak my nipple, and I get more turned on watching Axel bite his bottom lip, fighting to stay in control.
“Hot as fuck, babe,” he moans.
I’m so turned on and wet, I’m dying to have him inside of me. He keeps rocking me against him, and I swear I might come just from this sweet friction.
Axel pulls my head down to him. He kisses me hard before he whispers against my lips. “Take yourself there. I wanna feel you like this, rock on me, baby,” he encourages.
It’s all I need to lean up, arch my back, and work us both into a frenzy. Even with the clothing between us, I slip and the tip enters me just a little. We both moan at the extra contact. My thighs quake with desire as he leans up and takes my exposed nipple into his mouth. He rolls his tongue over it before biting, then sucking so hard he releases it with a loud pop.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he moans. “All fuckin’ mine.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
Curling up, he yanks off his white t-shirt before leaning back down. With my tongue, I tease his nipple as he just did mine.
“Damn, woman, gonna make me bust a nut.”
I love that I drive him wild. He rocks his hips in pace with mine, and I want nothing more than to have us both naked and him inside me right this instant. Sliding off him, I move to unbutton his pants. His cock springs free.
He’s not wearing boxers, and I laugh thinking about the fact that I have gone panty-less around him before. Seeing his thick cock so hard, I follow my instincts. Dropping my head in a way he can watch, my lips come around him and I begin to suck. Working his shaft with my hand, I tease his piercing with my tongue.
“Baby, makin’ me ache.”
“Good,” I moan with his cock in my mouth while cupping his balls.
“Baby, you gotta stop, or you’re gonna get a shot of protein.”
I laugh but don’t stop. Instead, I work inch by inch to take him all the way. Sucking hard, I hollow out my cheeks, and as I re
lease him, I let my teeth graze his shaft delicately before going down all the way once again. At his piercing, I swirl my tongue over the metal and then blow air over the tip. Taking a breath, I swallow all of him once again, and as I come back down, I reach under him to massage his balls. When he stills and tightens, I prepare as his hot seed shoots straight to the back of my throat. I swallow what I can, but begin to feel choked so I pull away, pumping the rest of the liquid from him with my hand.
Axel shifts, grabbing the white t-shirt and using it to clean up as the rest of his cum lands on his stomach and a little on his pants.
It’s empowering to know I turned him on so much he lost control.
Axel moves and slides the pants completely off. He scoops me up by my arms and lays me out on the bed in front of him. The look in his eyes is carnal as he links his thumbs under the edge of my panties and pulls them down.
First, he runs his hands up and down my legs giving me goosebumps as my skin comes alive under his touch.
I’m so turned on; I consider begging him to fuck me with his fingers until his cock is ready again. Only, at that moment, I look over and see his cock is rock hard like he didn’t come just minutes ago.
He spreads my legs, and eagerly I await his mouth on me. Except, he chooses to kiss softly on my inner thigh and then suck. The tease is this delicious torture, and I want more. Finally, his tongue hits my pussy, and I writhe under him. He shakes his head as his tongue fucks me. I rock into his face, having no shame left as I fight to reach my pinnacle.
My breathing comes in pants. He licks from bottom to top and back again, and I’m thankful I shaved myself bare in the shower this morning as my skin craves his attention. He sucks on each of my pussy lips, not giving me the push I need to go over the edge. With his hands, he pulls my lips apart, and I feel the softness of him blowing over my sensitive nerves. His face shifts and he sucks on my clit with endless fervor.
I come apart at the very seams.
He slides a finger in me, and then two, working me as I soar in my orgasm. He builds me for another as he keeps the pressure on my clit with his tongue and his fingers keep moving in a steady rhythm.
“Axel,” I cry out as my body trembles, and I think I can take no more.
Only when I am limp in satisfaction under him does he move up my body, trailing small kisses all over me. When he kisses me, I taste myself mixed with him, and it has me ready for more.
Needing and wanting to feel him inside me, I roll us so I’m on top. Without giving him time to think, I wrap my hand around his shaft and tease my pussy with his piercing before guiding him inside me. I engulf him, and for the first time in far too long, I feel whole again.
He was made for me, and I was made to be his. I would never question it again. Slowly, I move up and down over him. He smiles up at me, and everything feels absolutely, without a doubt, right in my world.
I can only keep the slow pace so long before I go wild over him. I’m on edge when he reaches between us and gives just enough pressure to my clit that I see stars before collapsing over him breathless while he spills his seed inside me.
Joined together. This is how we are supposed to be.
13
Axel
There is no greater gift to be found than the love of a damn good woman.
She places her hand on my shoulder before swinging her leg over my bike. Yesnia has ridden with me before, but not on this bike. Settling in behind me, her jeans leave her little room to maneuver and get comfortable. She leans into me dropping her weight to her ass and settling on the foot pegs. I feel every shift from her while keeping the bike steady.
Her hands rest on my hips.
That won’t do.
No, I want her closer. Reaching out, I take her hands and wrap them around my chest tightly, pushing her tits against my cut. Her head rests on my shoulders and her thighs wrap tightly against my legs. The vibration of the bike sets the rhythm in which my heart beats.
Slowly, I release the brake and twist the throttle. With controlled ease, we take off out of our driveway. Shit feels good.
Our driveway of our home.
I signed a year lease, so did Hawk. We have the option to buy and if Yesnia likes the place I’ll buy it. If not, we’ll build the house of her dreams. Bottom line, I have her here and I’m not letting go. We spent enough time apart.
I’ve been running transports since I was eighteen. I’ve banked all my money living over the garage at my mom and Shooter’s house. I have money to give Yesnia a comfortable life. It might not be a mansion outside of Chicago, but I’ll bust my ass to keep her safe and happy.
Our home, it just sounds right, feels damn good too.
Every shift of the gears she stays tucked to me. I accelerate and the bike roars to life. The wind against my face reminds me I am indeed alive and I’m one beyond blessed man right now. The steady rhythm of the engine radiates to my soul. This is the good life.
I’ve ridden on a motorcycle with my dad and with Shooter. I was driving a dirt bike before I was riding my bicycle without training wheels. When I got my license, I rode a Harley to high school. I never imagined a ride would feel any better than this right now. When I took her on that first ride, it simply felt right, but this is everything.
This is how shit is supposed to be.
She loves me and I fucking love her.
We make our way to Mom and Shooter’s house. Parking, I drop the kickstand after Yesnia climbs off and settles beside me. Rex stands on the porch with Lux, smirking at me, as I remove my helmet.
“Fuckin’ late, boy.”
I don’t argue because I am. I don’t plan to apologize for it, either. Yesnia woke me up with her mouth around my cock and I wasn’t about to hurry things along for a breakfast with the brood that makes up my family.
Lux pats my dad on the chest. “You needed time for more coffee anyway,” she winks.
“Fuck me, stop it you two!” I tell them, knowing Lux wasn’t talking about my dad needing more coffee since the fucker doesn’t drink the shit.
“Best part of wakin’ up, a little Lux before I have my first cup,” my dad states proudly.
“I’m gonna have to give Yesnia earplugs to get through breakfast.”
My dad holds up his hands in mock defense. “I’ll try harder, son. But it should be noted, take me as I am, for I am a man who never holds back. Your lady should know and accept all sides of your dad, including my wild side.” He winks. “Ya know she should be proud you got a dad with good DNA. Think about it, means she has a long future with you, son. Crews men do not suffer from low T.”
“Oh my God,” Yesnia gasps beside me and her cheeks flush.
“He’s not kiddin’, babe.”
She laughs, “He’s a riot.”
Taking Yesnia by the hand, we walk into my mom’s house following behind my dad who has his hand on Lux’s ass. I swear they will never act like some old married couple, but rather two teenagers hopelessly in love.
We head straight to the kitchen. Shooter mans the stove while Mom gets the plates from a cabinet. She comes over first and gives me a hug with a kiss to the cheek before she wraps Yesnia in her arms to pull her close.
“You make him happy,” I hear her whisper.
“Mom,” I start, “this is not the time.”
She nods while Shooter lifts the spatula in greeting.
At the table, my siblings stare at Yesnia with proud smiles. Our massive table seating everyone comfortably. When I was younger, we had this small four-person circle table. Mom found it at a secondhand store. She’s always been big on family meals since she spent so much time away working. When she had my youngest sister, Acadia, Shooter had this table custom built for Mom. It seats ten with elbow room. Which is good since there are thirteen of us here today.
“Alright,” I say to Yesnia as I begin to point and list my siblings for her as they sit at the table. “You got Andrew, but we call him Drew. His twin sister is Drea, short for Andrea. By the w
ay, my mom is stuck on A-names. It’s obnoxious, but she loves it. Alright beside Drea is Alexander, but again we call him Alex. Then Abigail, who is Abby. Beside her is ‘Te because Mom was getting short on common A names she liked and named him Asante and the little girl with us all wrapped around her finger is Cadie, short for Acadia. Yes, you will mix them up or forget their names and baby, they don’t care. They got Shooter’s super calm side … well, everyone but Drew, he’s an asshole, but hey, we can’t all be rockstars.”
To this my brother flips his middle finger at me, but I just smirk. This is home sweet home.
“Shooter,” Mom says getting his attention as she gets emotional.. “This is everything. All my babies, home and happy together.”
Tears are glassing over in her eyes as I take a seat and pull Yesnia on my lap. Yes, she has a chair beside me; she can sit there to eat. For this moment, I want her as close to me as I can have her.
“Pancakes, don’t forget the pancakes,” I joke, and everyone laughs.
“No oatmeal, please no oatmeal,” Drew mutters. All my siblings nod or mumble their agreement.
Yesnia looks at me confused.
“Hey, that oatmeal is good for you. It builds bones,” my mom tries to defend.
“Tessie, babe,” my dad Rex pipes up, “Oatmeal doesn’t do shit for the bones. Stop the madness. Cadie is a cute kid and she deserves a childhood without oatmeal.”
My mom stands in the kitchen with her hand on her hip. Shooter turns around and laughs at Rex. “Man, we got how many kids? You just gotta let Momma give ‘em the oatmeal once in a while.”
I laugh. “Hey, I had to eat more oatmeal than anyone else in this room, so they can choke it down too.”
We all laugh and settle in together. Shooter finishes the pancakes and we all eat together. My mom is right, this is everything.
This peace is unlike anything I’ve felt before. Even when I was with Yesnia in Chicago, it didn’t feel as settling as right this moment.
Everyone shares stories about me with Yesnia, some are funny, some embarrassing, but they are all filled with family.
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