by Ali Parker
Then, suddenly, with a growl that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck, Axel pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and held me face-first against the wall with his forearm resting across my upper back. He leaned in to kiss my bare shoulders and the back of my neck. His stubble-covered jaw grazed my skin, and I trembled at his touch.
My cheek was crushed against the wall as Axel worked the skirt of my dress upward. He pinned the hem of it beneath his forearm across my back to expose my bare lower half. That growl rumbled through his chest again as his eyes fell upon my nakedness.
He slapped my ass, and I flinched. He slapped me again, and I found myself smiling against the wall. “Are you just going to play with me, or are you going to fuck me, Axel?” The words came out in a breathless tumble. I was excited, and the weight of him pressing me against the wall was making it a little hard to breathe.
Which I liked.
Axel pressed his cheek to mine. “I’m going to do what I want, and you’re going to stay on your feet. You hear me?”
I nodded. “I hear you.” I spread my legs for him, the heels of my new pumps clicking on the hardwood. I stuck my ass out until I felt his cock against my lower back. “But I know you better than that. You won’t outlast me. You’re going to want to put your cock in my pussy—”
I was cut short by two of his fingers slipping inside me. I gasped as he stretched me while he slid in with ease. I was so wet. I clutched at the wall, wishing there was something for me to hold onto to brace myself as he began flicking his fingers inside me. I could hear how wet I was as I dragged my nails across the wall.
“You think?” Axel grated in my ear.
His voice, the heat of his skin, and the strength of him at my back mixed with his fingers inside me was a perfect combination. I screamed as I came, and I could feel Axel smiling into the groove of my shoulder as my legs began to quiver.
“Still think you’ll be able to stay on your feet?” he asked.
I didn’t dare answer him. His fingers were still inside me, and I knew if I tried to speak, he would do everything in his power to silence me with pleasure. I was competitive by nature. Even now, being fucked against the wall, I refused to submit.
So I wiggled my hips back and forth, encouraging him to do his worst.
He liked the taunting. It was a challenge. He plunged his fingers in and out of me until I came again, and then, he took all my hair in his fist and pulled my head back to kiss my throat while his fingers swirled over my clit.
One of my knees buckled, and Axel chuckled deeply in my ear.
I whimpered and desperately tried to steady myself against the wall. His touch was making it nearly impossible to stay on my feet. I was so sensitive that every time his finger grazed my swollen clit, little jolts of pleasure raced through my body, and after my two orgasms, my legs felt like pudding.
Suddenly, Axel scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. I hooked my arms behind his neck and kissed him as we went.
He tossed me on the middle of the bed, and I giggled as I bounced on the mattress. The skirt of my dress danced around me until it finally settled. I got to my knees and waited for Axel to take his shirt off.
Now, he was completely naked before me. I licked my lips and beckoned him closer with the curl of one finger.
Before joining me on the bed, Axel grabbed a condom from his nightstand. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the rubber on. I watched, the excitement tightening in my belly, as his fingers worked the condom down the length of his shaft.
He got on his hands and knees on the bed beside me. His lips were curled up in a devilish smile as he approached me like a predator on all fours. I giggled a high-pitched sound when he reached for me and pinned me beneath him.
I struggled weakly for a moment, before relaxing into the bed beneath him. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and stared up at him as he looked down at me. I strained to lift my head to his lips. Our kiss was soft and sweet at first. Then, it grew into something more ravenous. As we kissed, I grew wetter. I needed him inside me. I couldn’t wait any longer.
So I reached out and began stroking his cock and fondling his balls.
Axel worked my dress upward over my thighs and hips before pulling it off, exposing me once more. He patted my pussy lightly and then a little more firmly until I was jerking beneath his touch. He grinned and dropped his hips to mine.
His cock slid into me, and I gripped his forearms as his first thrust pushed a moan out of me. He smiled down at me, clearly pleased with himself. He took it slow for the first little while. It was nice to be so close to him, to have him inside me, and to be able to breathe together. Our breaths were in unison as he moved above me.
Soon, I was aching for him to get deeper. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips. My ass was off the mattress now, and it was easier for him to give me all of his length. I gasped as I took all of him and never looked away from his piercing stare.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Axel said through clenched teeth before hanging his head. I tightened my grip on his forearms, my nails biting into flesh and muscle, as he fucked me so deeply, I imagined he was bulging in my stomach.
Then, his hand was on my clit, and he was edging me closer to another orgasm. Right when I was about to come, he would slow down. How he possessed the self-control to torment me in such a way, I had no idea. All I knew was that I loved the way he was making me feel. My body had never been treated this way, and every touch, every kiss, sent me into oblivion.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Axel dropped his head beside my ear to whisper his question to me.
“Please,” I whispered back.
Axel rocked back to rest on his heels and pulled me with him. His cock was so huge that it stayed inside me the whole time. I found myself sitting atop his powerful thighs. His hands held me up by my ass. I draped my arms over his shoulders and began rocking my hips back and forth atop him. Then I let my fingers wander up into his thick hair. I tightened my hands into fists as I leaned in to kiss him. All the while, his cock was shifting inside me, and my clit was brushing against his pelvis.
He squeezed my ass as his tongue wandered into my mouth. He groaned and breathed into me. I reciprocated.
I became obsessed with feeling all of him as I rode him. I traced his jaw, letting his stubble tickle my fingertips. I let my touch wander down his throat, over his Adam’s apple, and down his strong chest. I traced his shoulders and biceps, taking note of the raised skin of a couple scars he had earned during his time in the MC, scars that I had never really seen but always suspected were there. Maybe one day, when the time was right, he would tell me about some of them.
For now, I let them be art on the canvas that was his body, and I began bouncing feverishly atop him.
Axel leaned in to close his lips over my nipple. I held his head against my chest as I worked toward my orgasm. His tightened grip on my ass told me he was about to lose control, too. His tongue danced over my nipple, and then he drew it between his lips to suckle it. Then, he pulled away and cupped my breasts in both his hands. He pushed them together and squeezed.
I moaned and let my head fall back. Axel kissed my neck and chest and dragged his thumbs over my nipples.
As I came, his cock felt bigger inside of me. It pulsed, and he grabbed hold of me, holding me against him like he might never let go. We climaxed together, our skin hot and sticky and our throats ragged from gasping for breath.
When we were done, Axel stayed on his knees. I didn’t want to part from him. So, to buy myself some more time, I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes. We stayed like that until we had both caught our breath. Then, Axel collapsed on the bed and took me with him.
I snuggled into him and rested my cheek on his chest. I listened to the steady beat of his heart and his deep breaths. As I lay there, I wondered why it had taken me so long to realize what had been right in front of me.
Axel was a tough man. He wasn’
t the sort of man I ever would have pictured myself with—not until I met him that is. His soul was kind, and he cared for all the people in his life, and he would protect them no matter what the cost. I knew that went for me too. I knew he would do anything for me. And I would do anything for him.
As Axel’s breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep, I knew I was falling in love with him.
I was falling fast.
Chapter 19
Axel
The girl curled into my side in the bed was ruining everything. The smile I woke with at remembering she was with me was telling of one very simple fact: I was falling for her.
I hadn’t experienced feelings like this for a woman in years. And Ellie, of all people, was a surprise. Johnny had always told me he thought we would be a good fit together. He knew I was attracted to the shop girl and had encouraged me to try to fuck her—as Johnny would have if he were in my shoes. But that didn’t sit right with me. Ellie wasn’t the one-night-stand kind of girl. And I didn’t want to make her do that for me, either.
Of course, I made sure Johnny knew she was off limits, regardless of whether or not I was having sex with her. He respected that.
Ellie shifted beside me, pulling the blankets tighter around herself as she nuzzled closer to my side and let out a content little sigh.
I smiled at the ceiling like a damn fool.
There was no reason for me to leave the bed, so I stayed where I was until Ellie woke about a half an hour after me. She stirred awake slowly and stretched her body out alongside mine like a cat. Sunshine was streaming in through the windows, and she squinted against the brightness of it after opening her eyes for the first time.
Her green gaze fell on me, and she gave me a sleepy smile. “Good morning. What time is it? I feel like I’ve been asleep for ages.”
I rubbed her shoulder with my thumb. “I haven’t checked. Probably close to nine.”
Ellie yawned and rested her chin on my shoulder. She lay there blinking up at me. Her smile was still lingering in the corners of her lips. “Did you have a good sleep?”
I nodded and slid my hand under my head to prop myself up to better see her. “Like a baby.”
“Do you have plans for the day? I was thinking we could do breakfast. I have a craving for pancakes. But if you don’t have maple syrup, it’s not an option.”
“So, you’re a diva about your syrup, hey?” I chuckled and kissed her forehead.
“Yes.” She nodded matter-of-factly.
“Well, lucky for you, I have some.”
“Great. I know a good recipe. Let me cook for you to thank you for a great night last night. Seriously. I had an amazing time.”
“Me too. I’d really like if we could do it again soon.”
Ellie rewarded my honesty with a bright smile. “The sooner the better.”
She leaned into me to plant a kiss on my lips. Her lips were warm and soft, and when she settled back into her place at my side, I hugged her to me. Her naked body felt good against mine. The intimacy of being so close and vulnerable with one another had my heart fluttering in my chest.
Ellie’s stomach growled.
“Let’s make the pancakes together. You can teach me this recipe of yours. You don’t have any other clothes here besides that dress, do you?”
Ellie shook her head. “No. I guess I didn’t really think that all the way through.” She pursed her lips.
“That’s an easy problem to fix,” I said as I pulled the covers down and swung my legs off the bed. Ellie’s hand traced my spine gently before I stood, naked, and padded to my dresser. I fished out a gray T-shirt and tossed it to her. “Here, put this on. I probably have an extra pair of sweats, if you want.”
Ellie shook her head as she let the blankets settle around her waist. I withdrew a pair of sweats for myself and stepped into them as I admired her breasts before they disappeared beneath the shirt I had passed her. She pulled it down as she got out of bed, and I was a little disappointed to see how long it was on her. It reached her upper thigh, hiding her ass and pussy from me.
I tied the drawstring of my pants while Ellie stretched again. As she stretched her arms over her head, I was granted a brief glimpse of her naked lower half.
Then she hop-skipped over to me. “Do you have any fruit? I like fruit with my pancakes.”
I rolled my eyes to mock her. “So demanding. So, you want fresh fruit and maple syrup? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to put up with how high maintenance you are.”
Ellie arched an eyebrow as we slipped out of the bedroom. She faced me and walked backward down the hall. “If you think I’m high maintenance, you have another thing coming. Before I forget, I’m going to have to go home after we eat to let Cade out and feed him.”
“Sure thing. I’ll drive you. Maybe we can take him for a walk together after?”
“Sure.” Ellie nodded. “That would be great. He’ll be your best friend if you walk him.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Definitely.”
Once we made it into the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee. The rich smell flooded the room, and we both hunched over our mugs once I had poured us each a glass. Ellie sipped it gratefully as I got out the ingredients for pancakes.
Then, the buzzer for my front gate went off.
Ellie looked up at me. “Do you need to get that?”
I groaned. “It’s probably one of the MC boys or a fucking solicitor. Hang on.” I put my coffee down and went to the TV mounted on my wall above the fireplace in my living room. I turned it on and flicked to the channel that showed the security footage of my front gate.
The video was black and white, but it was easy to see what was parked outside of my gate.
A fucking cop car.
“Great,” I muttered as the buzzer went again.
Ellie padded over to me, and her eyes narrowed as she saw the cruiser. “I think I should go put some pants on.”
“All right,” I said. “Just hang back, okay? I don’t know what this is about.”
Ellie nodded. I could see she was nervous. Her eyebrows were drawn together, and there was a tightness in her expression that hadn’t been there moments ago. “Be careful, okay?”
I laughed.
“Seriously, Axel. Don’t do anything stupid.” Her green eyes flicked back and forth between mine, and she put her hand flat on my chest. “We have pancakes to make and a dog to walk.”
I nodded and closed my hand over hers. “I’ll answer their questions and send them on their way. It’s probably about something to do with the MC.” I wondered dimly if they had traced something back to me or Johnny. Maybe the cops knew about our part in beating up the Black Hearts members the other week.
No. It couldn’t be that. Dani, Johnny’s woman, would have given us a heads-up if there was a target on our backs. This visit might be about anything. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if I jumped to conclusions.
Ellie patted my chest before turning away from me and hurrying down the hall to put pants on. When the bedroom door closed behind her, I pressed the button to the buzzer and spoke into the speaker.
“Sorry, was in the middle of cooking. I’ll buzz you through in a second.”
I opened the gates and looked over my shoulder at the TV in my living room. I watched the cruiser drive through the gate, and I promptly closed it behind them. Then, I stepped into a pair of boots at my front door and stepped outside, shirtless, to confront the officers who were stepping out of the car.
They met me halfway up the driveway. I noticed a third cop get out of the back seat and stand with the door open. She rested her elbows on the window of the open door. Everyone seemed calm. This didn’t feel like my normal interaction with officers of the law.
The two cops who had come to meet me were both middle-aged. One was a woman who looked stronger than her male partner. She had a head of short, bright blond hair, and her brown eyes were so wide and calculating that it was impossible for her to conceal th
e way she was sizing me up.
I suppose meeting officers in my driveway, shirtless, showing all my scars and tattoos, might not have been the smartest move to make.
The male officer, a stocky man with graying hair and a black goatee nodded in greeting as he hooked his thumbs on his belt. The action drew my eye to the gun at his hip. The cop cleared his throat to get my attention.
“Are you Jeremiah Cooper?”
I nodded.
The cop nodded in return. I knew instantly that this was not about the MC. This was about something else. It had been a long time since someone used my real name.
“What are you here for?” I asked, unsure if I really wanted the answer.
The cop looked back at the cruiser. He squinted against the sun and shielded his eyes as he turned back to me. “We have your daughter in our cruiser, Mr. Cooper.”
My mouth went dry. “I don’t have a daughter.”
“Your name is on the birth certificate,” the female cop said. There wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in her voice. “You’re her father. Her mother is deceased.”
“Who was her mother?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like my own. It sounded very, very far away.
“Evelyn Nortenburgh.” The blond cop tried to give me a smile. “It was a car accident. No foul play.”
“How long ago?”
“Two weeks.”
“How the fuck am I just hearing about this now? I didn’t even know she existed. This doesn’t make any sense. You’re sure she’s—?”
“Mr. Cooper, you’re about to meet your little girl. I suggest you get your act together so as not to scare her. She’s three years old. Her name is Hanna. If you think it’s rough finding out you have a child, try being a three-year-old who just lost her mother. She’s going to need you. I suggest you do whatever you need to do to get your act together and become a father.”
She waved her hand to the other cop back at the car, who crouched down in front of the open back door of the cruiser.