Saving Axe (Motorcycle Club Romance, Cowboy, Military) (Inferno Motorcycle Club)

by Paige, Sabrina

  I rode away from the house at a gentle pace, savoring the feeling of riding again. It started to feel less awkward and more natural as my body remembered how to ride, my movements syncing up with the mare's. I lost myself in the ride, drawing in deep breaths of the mountain air. The landscape fell out before me, hills rising in green grass as far out as I could see, meeting the horizon, the sky this weird mixture of blue and grey. It was a storm sky - that's what my mother called it, anyway.

  I missed her too.

  I loved this place, loved the land, loved growing up here. It was a part of me that I couldn't escape, no matter where I went. Years ago, I had thought that was the worst thing in the world, when I tried to leave my past behind and start over, divorced from the painful reminders of everything that had happened here. Now, I was beginning to realize that when something was so much an integral part of you, you could never let it go.

  Maybe that's why I was having such a hard time getting Cade out of my head.

  When I was older, after I'd gotten over my fear in middle school and high school, riding became a high for me. It was freeing, gave me space when I wanted to be alone. When I rode across the hills here, I remember thinking that this was the closest experience in the world to flying.

  It must be how Cade felt riding his motorcycle.

  I passed the grove of aspen trees. They were bigger now, but the grove was still there, untouched, just like it had been when I was younger. The sight of the trees triggered a memory of Cade and I, out here in the summer evening, so strong that it was like it had happened yesterday. A memory of my first time, with Cade.

  ~ ~ ~

  His finger under my chin, Cade tilted my head up toward his. He looked down at me, his expression clouded with lust. I melted into him, my lithe body, taut from running track and swimming, pressed up against his. I could feel his chest, hard under my fingertips, muscled from wrestling and working on his dad’s ranch. My heart beat fast, so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I was eager and completely terrified. Cade and I had gotten as far as second base before, but never this far. I’d never gotten this far with anyone before, and I knew tonight was the night. I wanted to go all the way, and I wanted to go all the way with Cade. He was the one.

  Cade whispered in my ear. “I love you, Junebug.”

  “I love you, Cade.” I felt his hand slid down my waist, to the hem of my tee-shirt, and he pulled it up over my head.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. His lips pressed against mine, and he kissed me, tentatively, his lips matching the hesitant movements of his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, then to the tops of my breasts. I felt goose bumps dot the length of my arms and my skin tingled in response to his touch, as if a current of electricity were flowing through the length of my body. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes,” I replied, breathless. Was I sure I wanted to do this?

  I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

  When he made love to me underneath the aspen trees, the summer air sticky warm on my skin, I thought, I thought, I want to stay here like this forever. It was the happiest I’d ever felt in my life. If I’d have known then how fleeting it was, how ephemeral that feeling would be, I would have tried harder to hang on to it then.

  ~ ~ ~

  "June!" I was so lost in the memory, that when I heard Cade's voice, calling me from a distance, it was a minute before I realized it was him. But there he was, riding from the ridge toward me on his horse. The sky behind him was greyer now, signaling the weather changing, a storm threatening to roll in. The air had that distinct smell, the one that said that the sky was going to open up any minute now.

  As he rode toward me, for a moment I saw him as the adolescent boy I'd just been thinking about, the Cade I remembered from high school. I felt the same nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach that I used to feel when I saw him, that mix of anticipation and surge of hormones, lust and love all jumbled up together.

  Cade rode up on the horse, pulling up on the reins as he got closer to me. His horse neighed, sidling up beside Missy, and I felt her relax under me, shifting her weight to accommodate for mine.

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  And just like that, old Cade was gone, replaced by new Cade.

  "Riding. What are you doing out here?" I asked. "Are you following me again?"

  "I was riding. I had no idea you were up here," Cade said, his brow wrinkled. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in following you. You can get your little cop friend to protect you, if you're that worried, little girl."

  "Little girl? That's what you're calling me now? I'm a fucking physician. The patronizing attitude is getting old."

  "A doctor and a cop," he said. "It's perfect. I'm sure you'll look great together in your house with the white picket fence and two kids."

  "Go to hell, Cade," I said. The sky was ominously dark, and I saw a flash of heat lightning on the horizon. It was about to storm, and the mare was skittish underneath me, shimmying around.

  Screw him, and his stupid I'm-so-much-more-badass-than-you biker attitude.

  Screw him and his comments about Jed.

  I pulled at the reins, nudging the mare's flank with my foot, and she took off at a trot. There was a storm rolling in, and Cade could do whatever the hell he wanted to do. I remembered an overhang near here where we used to go as kids, and I was taking cover before it spooked the hell out of the horses.

  Thunder cracked loudly, and I remembered those days when I was a kid and a storm would roll in, the air charged with static electricity and smelling of rain even before it actually began to downpour. I would sit outside on the front porch, watching as the rain poured down heavy around me, and when the thunder crashed, I'd climb up into my mother's lap while she sung to me, assuring me everything would be okay. It was one of the things I still did when I was upset, hummed the songs she used to sing, her voice so soft I could barely hear her around the constant white noise of the rain coming down around us. Sometimes, late at night before I fell asleep, I still pictured her, sitting at the foot of my bed reading to me at the same way she would when I was a kid.

  Behind me, I heard Cade.

  "Whoa," he said, and his horse slowed to a stop beside me.

  The rain was already beginning to pelt my skin, cool against my arms. I dismounted, shaking off Cade's outstretched hand when he offered it.

  He smirked. "Fine," he said. "Be angry at me. There's not that much space under that overhang, darlin'."

  I stumbled slightly as I walked behind him, the mare's reins in my hand, toward an overhang near the ridge, where the rock jutted out a few feet over a slick quartzite surface. The rain was coming down harder now, dripping down the my head and running down the back of my thin tee-shirt. I wiped damp hair off my forehead.

  "Here," Cade said, taking my hand in his when I slipped again. I wanted to shake it off, be angry at him, but I couldn't, not when I felt the heat from his hand on mine, the jolt of electricity between us when he touched me.

  Damn him.

  I ducked underneath the overhang, wiping my wet hair from my forehead. Cade paused to buckle hobbles on the horses, and left them huddled together as they waited out the sudden rain. And then he was there, right in front of me, no more than a few inches away. The space between us felt charged with nearly as much electricity as the air around us.

  I looked away from him, still angry, but afraid of my desire for him.

  "You remember being out here?" he asked. How could I forget? This wasn't the first time I'd been with him under the overhang, escaping a sudden storm or sneaking sips of beer we'd stolen from his father's stash. But that's not what he was talking about. He was talking about the times we'd been out here before, just like the time in the aspen grove. The thought of the things we'd done out here sent a shiver up my spine.

  "Of course I remember," I said, my words clipped short as I tried to keep my voice steady. I didn't dare look at him. If I did, it would be over
.

  The last time we'd been under this overhang, twenty years ago, he had kissed the length of me, roamed my body with his hands. Even now, a lifetime later, I could feel the heat of his touch on my skin, the memory imprinted on my body.

  All of that was in the past. Far in the past. I'd left that part of me behind and it was staying in the past. Cade may have been my first love, but he wasn't anymore. If I reminded myself of that fact enough times, maybe I'd be able to ignore the irresistible pull toward him that I felt right now.

  Cade put his hand on my arm, the heat radiating through me. "June," he said, his voice gravelly.

  Finally, I looked at him. Everything was suddenly eclipsed by this feeling of deja vu, the knowledge that I had been here before with him, not only in this physical place, but this emotional one. I was sixteen again, heady with lust, my thoughts clouded by desire.

  “You’re all wet,” I whispered, looking at the way his tee-shirt clung to his chest, the fabric clinging to his muscles. I didn't need to think about what he would look like without that shirt.

  “So are you,” he said. I pulled at the hem of the shirt, shaking it away from my body. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before, I thought. But I was overwhelmingly self-conscious, standing there in front of him.

  Cade's gaze moved from my face down lower, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

  "Cade," I said. "We - I - can't." My voice came out shaky, timid, and uncertain. It sounded nothing like me.

  "Can't what?" he asked. His hand was still on my forearm, and I felt him slide his other hand around to the small of my back, sending a shudder rippling through my body. I felt pulled to him by some kind of irresistible force, powerless to just step away.

  And that's what I needed to do - step away from him now, before everything changed.

  Cade was no good for me.

  "What are we doing here?" I asked.

  Did I really want to know the answer?

  "I don't know, Junebug," Cade said. He reached up, fingers under my chin, his thumb gently moving down the length of my jaw line. "I'm just getting out of the rain. That's what you're doing, isn't it?"

  "Yes." That's all I was doing, standing here with him, his arm around my waist. "Getting out of the rain. That's all."

  Cade leaned in closer, his voice gruff. "You sure about that?"

  The rational part of me was screaming, Step back. Flashing it like a neon sign. Pull away from him. Step away before you start something you can't stop...something you don't want to stop.

  Cade bent his head down toward mine, his mouth so close to mine I could nearly taste him on my lips. I felt my lips part, as if of their own accord, the air cool against them as I drew in my breath. I wanted him to crush me with his lips.

  It was all I could think about.

  "Yes." My voice cracked, but I croaked out the words. "Yes. I'm sure." I was too old for this, too old to rekindle some stupid high school romance.

  He was so close. I wanted to fall forward, to fall into him, to let go and feel what I felt years ago. But I couldn't. I stood there frozen, unmoving, unwavering, my feet rooted in the ground.

  "That's too bad," he whispered. "I thought you might be looking for something more."

  Something more.

  No. Not with Cade.

  I stepped away from him, my back flat against the rock.

  The moment was gone.

  Cade stood there, his eyes still trained on me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "No, I don't want - "

  I couldn't say it.

  I don't want to fall for you again.

  Cade's eyes narrowed, and even though he spoke softly I could feel the intensity in his words. "What don't you want, June? The biker thing isn't good enough for you? Cops are more your speed?"

  I felt a flash of anger. "I saw you outside when Jed brought me back, Cade. If you have something you want to say about Jed and me, go right ahead and say it."

  "Is there something you want to tell me?"

  "Do you somehow think I owe you something, some kind of explanation?" I asked. "I'm not yours anymore, Cade Austin."

  "You don't owe me anything," he said. "But you don't belong with him."

  "Oh yeah? I asked, tilting my head up toward him. "How do you know who I belong with? What exactly do you know about me anymore, Cade?"

  "I know you, June," he said, stepping forward, close to me. Any closer and his body would be pressed up against mine, pushing me into the rock behind me.

  Any closer and I would be done for. I wouldn't be able to step away from him. And I didn't know if I could handle that. So I just stood there, paralyzed by fear. But I wanted him. I wanted him so badly I could almost taste him, taste his lips against mine, taste the sweetness of his skin as I ran my tongue across it, taste the sweetness of his cock as I wrapped my lips around him. These were the things I remembered about him, the things I couldn't forget.

  "No," I whispered. "You don't know me anymore, Cade. We grew up."

  "I know that you don't belong with some small-town sheriff, some straight-laced, follow-the-rules guy who's going to fuck you missionary style for the rest of your life." He leaned in closer, his lips near mine. "I know you don't want to talk to him about how his day was, about how many tickets he wrote and how many drunks he arrested on the weekend."

  My face felt warm, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or desire.

  "You say you want quiet, but I don't believe it, not for a minute," Cade said. "It's not who you are."

  I turned, twisted my body away from him. "Who do you think I am, Cade?"

  I felt his hands on my shoulders, sliding down my arms, and the thrill of arousal raced through me.

  "You're the same girl you've always been, June," he said. "You don't want straight-laced and quiet. You want someone who's going to fuck you like you're meant to be fucked. You want to want someone so bad that you're falling all over yourself, begging for it because you can't think about anything else except his hands between your legs....his cock inside you."

  "That's what you think I want?" I whispered. My voice faltered, giving me away. Despite everything in my brain telling me otherwise, that I shouldn't be attracted to him, that he was not the same Cade, I could feel arousal coursing through me, all of my senses heightened.

  "I know that's what you want," he said.

  My lips parted, and I arched my back to meet his lips.

  And that motherfucker pulled back.

  A smirk crossed his face. "Say it."

  "Say what?" I asked.

  "Say you want me," he said. "Say you want me, more than anything. Tell me that all you've been thinking about it how I would feel inside you."

  I could have smacked him, right then and there. Except that what he was saying was true. The thought of his hands on my body was so all-consuming I couldn't think about anything else. Except how crazy he made me.

  "I -" I started to say. Then, I steeled myself. "No."

  I started to step back, but Cade placed his hand on my arm, stopping me. I could hear the rain coming down around us, could feel the tiny droplets as they splashed up and bounced against the rocks.

  He slid his hands around my waist, his hand tight against the small of my back, holding me firmly in place. Then, his eyes still on mine, he pulled me against him, roughly, and I could feel his hardness pressed into me.

  "Say it, June." He moved his head millimeters away from my ear, his lips nearly touching my skin. Then I felt his lips brush against my skin, on the place, that sensitive place, the place just below my ear lobe. A trail of goose bumps ran up my arm, and I shuddered.

  "Say what?"

  "Tell me what you want," he said. "Tell me who you want. Beg me."

  Cade dragged his finger down the side of my neck to my collarbone, his touch lighter than a feather. Then, his movements achingly slow, he traced his lips along the length where his finger had been. As he moved his lips along my skin, I could feel his tongue just barely touch me, and heat radia
ted from my core.

  I didn't want him, right? This criminal, the new Cade, this wasn't what I wanted. Somehow I couldn't telegraph that message to my body.

  "No," I said. But even as I said it, it rang hollow to my ears.

  "No?" He traced his finger over the curves of my breasts, then down the valley between them. I felt the cool air between my teeth as I inhaled sharply at his touch. My nipples hardened against the fabric of my bra. His eyes still on mine, he cupped my breast, his palm over the fabric of my shirt, and I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his palm. "Still no?"

  I murmured something; I'm not sure what exactly.

  But it sure as hell wasn't "no" this time.

  It wasn't "fuck, yeah," either. I wouldn't give Cade the satisfaction of hearing me beg for him.

  So I stood there, still, my eyes trained on his. He moved his hand lower, slid it down my side to my waist, looking at me. Watching me for a reaction. He raised an eyebrow, as if daring me, urging me to say something.

  "You definitely don't want me, right?" he asked, as he slipped his hand underneath my tee-shirt, sliding his palm under my bra and touching my breast. The heat from his hand, rough and calloused against my skin, covered the surface of my skin and I nearly groaned out loud. The only thing that kept me from moaning and begging him to fuck me right now was my pride.

  "No," I gasped, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning as he swirled his thumb around my nipple.

  "Should I stop?" he whispered, his lips near my ear again, the heat from his breath sending a tingle radiating through my body.

  "No." I admitted it before I could stop myself. I couldn't help myself, not where Cade was concerned.

  With his other hand, he unbuttoned my jeans, tugged my pants down around my thighs, and slid his hand down my pants, between my legs.

  Then there was no denying I wanted him now.

  When he realized how wet I was, he groaned. Or growled, rather. "June," he said, his finger making circles over my clit, sending rippling waves of pleasure over me that nearly brought me to my knees, “You’re going to have to say it.”

  I ignored him, my mind too preoccupied with what his hand was doing, what his fingers were doing between my legs. I just couldn't seem to think straight, not where Cade was concerned. Cade had me seeing double. Hell, he had me seeing more than that. His touch was taking me back to being sixteen again, back when I was drunk on him.