by Ali Parker
Ellie hurried up the driveway ahead of me, her hips swaying with every step. I watched her back and her ass, despite my best efforts not to, until she spun around and clasped her hands in front of her. The stance pushed her tits closer together, and her cleavage had me biting down hard.
“I noticed the speakers you have in there,” Ellie said slowly. “Can we put on some music while we clean?”
We both stepped through the side door, and I flicked on the lights. “Sure. Whatever you want to listen to is fine with me.”
“Really?” Her eyes went wide, and I sensed the joke coming before it left her lips. “So, you won’t object to some preppy boy band stuff?”
She was the only person who could take teasing jabs at me that didn’t get on my nerves. “Maybe I should pick the tunes.”
Ellie giggled, and I opened the garage doors. Cool evening air drifted in, and Ellie plucked a broom from its place against the wall. She set to pushing it across the shop floor until she had built a pile of dust and dirt and debris in the corner by the open doors.
I began putting stray tools away. After placing each one in its rightful place in one of my numerous tool boxes, I found my gaze drawn to Ellie, regardless of what she was doing. She was captivating. She had no fucking clue what she was doing to me.
At least, I didn’t think she did.
Working at the old shop with her hadn’t been so tricky. With the constant presence of customers or other MC members, I was able to always have a buffer between us. But now things were different. Now, it was just the two of us, and she was pulling me closer and closer to her like an undertow.
I was aware of the smallest things she did, the way she crinkled her nose before she sneezed or how she bit her bottom lip when she was nervous. She also had an infuriating habit of tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, which only drew my attention to her neck. I wanted to kiss her throat and nibble her earlobes.
I wanted to bend her over my workbench and show her the way a real man could make her feel.
There was a reason I hadn’t already done it. I wasn’t the sort of man who didn’t go after what I wanted. I had wanted Ellie for a while. The only person who knew was Johnny. He could read me like an open book, and he loved pointing out how I should just fuck Ellie and get it over with. But I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to bring her into our mess any further. Keeping her an arm’s length away seemed like the right thing to do, despite how many times it had given me blue balls.
But now, after working so closely with her, all those old stirrings had come back with a vengeance. She had told me that she thought of us, the MC, as her family. If that was true, then she was already deep in our shit. We already considered her family. We were all on the same page.
She was one of us regardless whether or not it was something I wanted.
So maybe it was time that I felt her around my cock.
I reached for the handle of a flex-head ratchet and found my fingers wrapped around something warm and soft. Ellie’s hand.
She had the ratchet in her grip, and her eyes were slowly following the line of my arm upward until, finally, she was looking up into my eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, and if music hadn’t been playing, I would have heard the soft breath that escaped from between her teeth.
Her cheeks and nose were pink, and I saw freckles over the bridge of her nose that I hadn’t noticed in a long time. Maybe because it had been a while since I was this close to her.
A breeze blew in through the open bay doors, and her perfume filled my nose. She smelled like flowers after rain.
“S-sorry,” she said quietly, trying to pull her hand out from mine. “I guess we both had the same thing in mind. Great minds.” She laughed nervously and managed to pull her hand free. She clasped it to her chest and bit her bottom lip. “You know, I guess we’re almost done here. I should probably get going soon. Unless, of course, you need my help with anything else. Do you? Need my help I mean?”
She was rambling. She was nervous.
So, I wasn’t the only one whose blood was rushing to their crotch.
Then she pushed me over the edge by tucking a loose strand of blond hair behind her ear. She fell back a step and giggled nervously.
I grabbed her wrist and, with a sharp tug, pulled her to me. She fell forward into my arms. Her hands braced herself against my chest, and she lifted her chin to look back up at me.
Fuck. She would be my undoing. I rested a hand at the base of her neck and traced a thumb over her collarbone. She trembled in my arms, but I knew she wasn’t scared. Not of me, anyway.
“Why haven’t we ever done anything about this?” she whispered. Her eyes left mine and settled on my lips. I felt her swallow beneath my hand.
I wasn’t going to tell her why. She didn’t need to know. She’d be mad at me for keeping her at arm’s length.
So instead, I lifted her chin with one hand and dropped my face to meet hers.
I crushed my lips against hers, and she sighed into me. Her hands tightened into fists in my shirt as she took a sharp breath and somehow managed to press her body more firmly to mine. Her breasts were flat against my chest, and I became irritated with the fact that she was still wearing clothes.
So, I pushed her away and pulled her shirt over her head. She let out a surprised gasp that sounded like lust to me, and I pulled my own shirt off. She fell silent, and I let her eyes take in the sight of me. I knew there were scars there that she didn’t know about. She saw them, but she didn’t ask any questions. Instead, she undid her jeans and shimmied them down her strong thighs.
“Come here,” I said.
Ellie gave me an innocent look and cocked her head to the side. Then her hand went to her hair, and she let her hair down. It fell in thick curls around her shoulders. I heard myself growl.
“I said come here, woman. Now.”
She stayed where she was.
So I went and got her.
Chapter 8
Ellie
Axel’s hands were on my hips, and he was lifting me up off the floor. I was still wearing my boots, thong, and bra but nothing else. His hands were calloused but warm as I knew they would be, and his touch set my skin on fire.
Was I really going to let this happen?
He put me on his workbench and crushed his mouth against mine once more. He tasted sweet and minty, and his hands wove up my hips and to my back where he snapped my bra off with a quick flick. Before I knew what was happening, he had already pulled it off my shoulders and arms and tossed it over his shoulder.
I dimly thought how glad I was that we had just cleaned the whole place from top to bottom.
He gripped my ass hard enough for his fingers to bury into muscle. His lips went to my throat, and he kissed steadily downward until his face was buried between my tits. The stubble on his jaw tickled, and I dug my fingers in his hair to hold him to me.
Then he suckled my nipples, and the room became infinitely hotter.
I fumbled to undo his jeans. They fell off his hips to the floor, where they remained around his ankles. Axel seemed oblivious to them. He was too absorbed in kissing my breasts and licking my skin to notice anything until I tugged his boxers down.
His cock sprang free and a rush of excitement went through me.
Then fear.
He was huge.
I swallowed and tightened my grip in his hair. “I haven’t ever … um.” I lost my train of thought as his kisses found my ear. He pinched my earlobe between his teeth, and I gasped.
“You haven’t ever what?” He purred deeply in my ear.
I shivered.
“You’re really big,” I said, the words feeling clumsy and awkward in my mouth.
He chuckled in my ear. The vibration of his voice sent a thrill through me, and I found myself inching toward the edge of the table I was perched on to get closer to his cock.
His hand on my hip slipped between my legs. He tugged my panties aside and swept two f
ingers up my pulsing slit. He held them up between us, showing me my own wetness. “I don’t think it’ll be a problem.”
I thought I might come right then and there.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I spread my legs, bracing myself with the heels of my boots hooked over the lip at the bottom of his workbench. I leaned back on my elbows and begged him with my eyes to fuck me. It had been a long time, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him inside me. I needed him, and I was sure he needed me just as badly. There was a hunger in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was restrained like he had to keep a sliver of himself in check at all times.
Perhaps violent men like him always had that look.
He pulled my panties aside so forcefully, they tore off my right hip. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even spare a look up at me. He dipped a finger inside me, then another, and then he began fucking me hard and fast. He reached a pace where his knuckles were hitting my pelvis and the insides of my thighs with enough force to leave a bruise, but I didn’t care. It felt so fucking good.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as my body gave in, and I came. I held on to my scream but moaned and sighed with contentment as he pulled his fingers out of me. He tapped my clit none too lightly, sending fiery jolts of pleasure through my entire body. I giggled as I spasmed at his touch.
Then he pushed my legs further apart and came to stand between them. I sucked in a breath, and my gaze instantly went back to his massive swollen cock. He took his shaft in one hand and stroked himself. Then, he leaned over and plucked a condom from a drawer. There were questions that went off in my head about this, but at the moment, they didn’t seem important. Had he just put them there? Had they been there a long time? Was this something he did with other women frequently?
It didn’t matter.
He rolled the condom on and stepped in closer to me. The tip of his cock grazed me, and every muscle in my body tightened in anticipation.
Axel put a hand on either side of me. I found myself looking up into his eyes as he braced himself against the table. He leaned his hips toward mine, and his cock slipped inside me. He gave me a couple of inches at first and then a couple more. I was so wet, and my pussy was ready for him. I could feel my walls tightening around his hard shaft and pulling him in deeper.
I moaned. He thrust deep into me. I had never been so full before.
“Do you like that, baby?” Axel grated.
I nodded.
“Answer me,” he said, his hand going to my hair. He pulled my head back and looked down into my eyes. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice a plea more than a response. I gripped his shoulders and pressed my nails into his muscles. “Please, don’t stop.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he pulled out and plunged back in. I cried out, my toes curling, as he continued bucking against me until, all at once, I was overcome with ecstasy. I came for him, and he rubbed my clit until I was so sensitive, I thought I might crumble.
But he held me in place, and as I came again, so did he. He held me to him as he blew his load, and I felt his cock instantly swell and pulse inside me.
We fell apart moments after. I leaned back on the workbench and watched him run both hands through his hair. His muscles flexed with every breath he took, and I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him.
“That was a surprise,” I said after I caught my breath.
“Was it?” Axel asked, his tone suggesting he disagreed. “I’ve wanted to have you for years. You didn’t disappoint. Your pussy is so fucking tight and perfect.”
I blushed and hopped down from the table. He watched me, his gaze pausing at the places on my body he was seeing for the first time. I wasn’t experiencing something negative—I liked the way he looked at me. I had wanted him to see me like this for ages. I had truly believed that it would never happen.
Now, I was struck with a wild realization.
What happened now?
Were things going to change between us? Was it going to be easy to keep working together?
I watched Axel stoop to collect his clothes from the shop floor. He stepped into his jeans, taking his time about it as he tucked himself in before doing the zipper back up. Then, he shrugged into his shirt, and once his head poked through the hole, he met my eyes.
“What?”
“Is this going to change anything between us? We can still keep working together, right?”
“I don’t see why we couldn’t.”
Maybe he wasn’t understanding where I was coming from. Or, maybe this was a one-time thing. Maybe he just had to bang one out of his system. My stomach did a backflip.
I should have put a stop to things before we were in too deep. But everything he had done felt so good, and my body had been aching for him to touch me like that for so long that I just couldn’t fathom not letting him have me. It was like every single moment leading up to this had been destiny.
I shook my head. The thought sounded idiotic in my own head.
Then, I hurried to grab my clothes and got dressed. Axel leaned up against the shop wall and crossed his arms as he watched me. His body language certainly didn’t suggest that he was uncomfortable. If anything, he seemed more at ease now than before we had fucked. How was that possible?
My brain was racing a mile a minute with a torrent of anxious thoughts. The most predominant one being that I had just royally fucked one of the most important relationships in my life.
No. Not one of the most important. The most important.
“Well, I’m going to get out of here,” I said as I pulled my jeans on and did them up.
Axel’s brows drew together, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he shifted his weight around a bit and narrowed his eyes.
“Sorry to leave so quickly. I just … have somewhere I need to be. I’ll see you later?”
Axel nodded and remained silent. I felt his eyes on me as I left the shop. My boots crunched on the gravel as I crossed the yard. Then, I went through his gate to the front of the house where I practically leaped into my car. I started the engine and pulled back to the gate. I punched in the code and reversed out of the drive as soon as the gates were wide enough for me to squeeze through without ripping my mirrors off.
Fuck, Ellie. Why did you let that happen?
Chapter 9
Axel
Jax was already sitting at one of the corner tables in the bar when I arrived. There was a pitcher of beer on the table and a basket of fries, which he was picking at absentmindedly as he watched the two waitresses mill around the tables. They were both hot young women, and they shot Jax flirty glances frequently, especially when they had to lean across a table to grab a just-out-of-reach glass.
I dropped into the chair across from him and poured myself a glass of beer from his pitcher. He greeted me with a small nod but never took his eyes off the brunette waitress as she bent over to grab a fork that had, by some miracle, ended up on the floor. As she straightened up, she looked back at him over her shoulder, gave her hips a seductive little wiggle, and then made her way around the bar to disappear into the belly of the kitchens.
“I swear the chicks in this place get sexier every damn day.” Jax finally looked over at me. He was draped lazily in his chair with his legs spread open so he could take up as much space as humanly possible.
I took a sip of beer and wiped foam from my upper lip. “Maybe your standards are just getting lower and lower.”
“What a shitty thing to say.” Jax leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “Don’t let them hear you talking like that.”
“I’m pulling your leg.”
“Fuck off,” Jax said with a small chuckle. He leaned away from me again and repositioned his limbs over the arms of the chair. “How are things going with the shop?”
“I got us a new joint, actually. Bigger than what we were working with before. Johnny hasn’t seen it yet, but I know his taste. He’ll like
it.”
“Glad to hear it. It’s been fucking weird not dropping by the place almost every damn day. I hadn’t noticed how big of a habit it had become. I caught myself driving by the rubble out of routine three times last week. Pissed me off every time too.”
“Well, you are a dumb bastard. Takes you a bit longer to learn.”
Jax laughed more loudly this time and then filled up his glass with more beer. “With some things, perhaps. My strengths lie in other areas. Like behind the wheel. Or between the legs of a beautiful woman.”
“I have yet to be told by any of your ladies in waiting about your skills in the bedroom. Maybe you’re not as talented as you think you are. Women are talkers. They like to share information. If you were that good, I think word would have reached me by now. Or Johnny.”
“Go ask that babe over there,” Jax pointed across the bar to a table with three young women at it. One, the one I assumed he was referring to, was a lean, elegant-looking woman. Her dark hair was cut to the length of her jaw, framing her pretty face. Her lips were full and looked wet with gloss. She moved with the sort of grace that a dancer would possess. “I fucked her so good, she had stars swirling around her pretty head.”
Growing tired of the conversation, I shrugged a shoulder. “All right, Jax. You’re an animal. Happy?”
He grinned. “Yes.” He took a massive swig of beer before slamming the glass down on the table. His gaze still lingered on the group of women. “Say, that blond there, she sure looks like the kind of girl you’d be into, Axel.”
Knowing I was going to say no, I looked back at her anyway. She was pretty. That was undoubtedly true. But I found that it didn’t stir anything inside me.
“You should go introduce yourself.” Jax nudged my shin with his boot.
“Not interested.”
Jax arched an eyebrow. “Not interested? She’s a fucking babe, you jackass. What do you mean you’re not interested?” When I didn’t answer, his eyebrows shot upward. He leaned in close once more, straining across the table. “Wait a minute. Do you have a girlfriend?”