“You’re shitting me?” One of them laughs and my eyes dart back to them. Amy slides closer to me as if she can sense my unease.
“Axel don’t have a fucking ole lady.” His eyes rake over my body.
Okay, I need to think. I’m in a kitchen. If they come any closer, I’ll grab the frying pan and do what? It’s five against one because even though Amy’s a woman, she’s like Axel’s mom.
“Especially not an uptight snatch like this one.” He snorts as they all laugh. Again, the one with an accent tries to move toward me. “You want to come ride on daddy’s—”
“Fosters.”
His voice fills the room. The warning’s clear and I shiver and almost jump into his arms.
He stands in the doorway smoking a cigarette.
My heart thuds, and I’m so relieved to see him I almost burst into tears. Until it dawns on me that he’s the scariest of them all if the reaction of the others is any indication.
He walks in, examining every single one of them. The prospects stand still and the room’s oxygen level seems to have gone to zero.
Someone slightly wheezes.
Nobody moves.
Nobody says a word. It’s as if we’re all waiting for him.
He’s so unbelievably powerful it’s rather addictive to watch him. Barely able to breathe, I grab ahold of the dark marble island and try not to faint.
My heart is seriously skipping beats. He’s insanely beautiful. But what makes him so terrifying is his lack of fear.
It makes him dangerous. It’s in his eyes—they’re fierce and possessive. Instantly, I’m wet.
“VP, we didn’t know—” The two guys standing next to Fosters hold up their hands as if he has them at gunpoint.
“You didn’t hear Amy?”
His voice is deceptively casual as he brings the cigarette to his lips. But his sapphire eyes are like black ice telling the room the truth.
“Come here, Antoinette.” It’s like a hiss and I almost throw myself at him. One tattooed hand holds me tight.
I should be terrified. A normal girl would have heard the warning bells going off, telling her that the guy who’s holding her is dangerous. Jesus, he’s so unsettling even his brothers are scared of him.
I should… but I’m not. In fact, I can’t lie. All of this turns me on. It’s horrible, but my heart is beating so fast I wonder if he can feel it. And my traitorous legs, which I’ve spent my life training, are weak. I cling to him for support.
Amy sighs and shakes her head but continues cooking what appears to be an egg-vegetable scramble.
“VP… I meant no disrespect.” Fosters looks truly remorseful.
“Antoinette, go put on some clothes and meet me outside,” he says in my ear. Goose bumps pebble my arms.
As soon as he releases me, I’m on the move, running up the stairs. My mind’s at war with my stupid heart. He’s probably taking me back to my apartment, and I need to be happy about it.
“It’s better this way, Toni,” I whisper as I bite my lip, digging into one of my garbage bags. I pull out a T-shirt that used to be pink, but it’s old so it’s kind of gray now.
Removing my dance top, I slip into the shirt, wondering if I should take time to find a bra. Whatever, if he’s taking me back to my place, it makes no difference if I’m wearing one or not. And he’s already seen me naked so… I smooth my hands over the shirt, trying to rid it of the wrinkles.
God, I’m a mess. In my entire life, I don’t think I’ve been this out of control. My hands go to make sure my bun is tight. Then I slather on some lip gloss, grab my phone, and make my way down the stairs.
AXEL
I watch her leave, her head held high, her ass looking way too good in those dance pants. I almost resent that I have to turn away and address one of my brothers.
“Fosters, I thought I made it clear last night.” Crossing my arms, I stare at him. Sweat rolls down his neck and his face turns red.
“I had no idea.” He looks me in the eyes.
“Out,” I snap at Dyson and Torque, and the prospects sitting at our table almost trip over one another trying to leave first.
The sizzle from Amy’s skillet is the only sound left in the kitchen. Fosters straightens up to his full height and rubs the back of his neck.
“If I said something last night to offend…” He pauses as if he’s trying to remember.
“Everyone needs to understand that she’s off limits. No one is to look at her, much less touch her,” I snarl, leaning both hands on the island.
His eyes find mine and he gives me a nod yet remains silent. It’s clear that I’m serious.
“I’ll let everyone know.” And that’s why Fosters is a brother. He owns his shit and doesn’t make excuses.
“And Fosters, when Amy talks, you listen.”
“It will never happen again.”
I walk out and wait for her, trying not to dig too deep into the fact that I just claimed her. Christ, I told Fosters to let everyone know they can’t come near her.
That’s claiming her.
I look around and everyone seems to be staying away. Wise. I’m itching for a fight. Wound up. Fucking her last night should have taken the edge off, but all it did was make me crave her.
She was untouched, and now she’s mine.
Fosters is my brother. Antoinette is nothing more than an amusement. A shiny toy. She’s new, and I fucking got off on being her first.
I liked it a lot.
Waking up to her long legs wrapped around mine, her scent saturated into my skin, all I wanted was to roll her over and lose myself fucking her all day.
“I’m ready.” She brings my attention back to the here and now. What the hell is she wearing? It’s a T-shirt, old as fuck, too small, but it does cover her stomach. Clearly she needs new clothes. Maybe I’ll see if Eve and Doug want to take her shopping. Ideally that’s a Dolly thing, but she’s gone.
“Let’s go.” I grab her hand. “Why do you dress like a whore?” I grumble as I propel us out the screen door.
“What?” She tries to jerk away. In the sunlight, everything on her screams delicate. I can’t put her on my bike. She’ll burn to a crisp.
“I do not dress like a whore,” she snips. “I can’t remember what bag holds what.”
“I’m having Eve take you shopping.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “No thank you. I have clothes, dance clothes, and I’m sorry if you don’t l—”
“I don’t like them,” I say. “Look around, Antoinette. This is not a fucking dance class. I can’t be worried about—”
The screen door squeaks open as Crystal slowly emerges, her red hair almost blinding me in the morning sun, and I’m wearing sunglasses. She holds her hands up as if she’s a vampire and can’t stand the warm sun.
“Fucking God.” She lights a cigarette and starts coughing.
“Christ.” I grab Antoinette, moving her to my bike, and take off my leather jacket. The loud smoker’s cough makes her jump.
“Crystal, are you okay?”
I force her arm into my jacket, wanting to get the fuck out of here. Since I left her this morning my dick’s been hard and after what happened in there this morning, I need to fuck or fight.
“Oh my God.” Crystal lets out a laugh but starts coughing again. She holds up a finger. “I told you I had a feeling about her, Axel.”
“Give it a rest, Crystal. Why are you here?” I grab my helmet, put it on Antoinette’s head, and adjust the straps. It’s impossible not to smile at how fucking adorable she looks. My jacket dwarfs her but seeing her with my patch makes my cock throb.
“Just spending quality time with Rip.” Her cigarette dangles from her lips. “Did you hear the news?”
“I’m busy,” I say, my voice tight.
“Dolly wasn’t feeling good. So, Edge and her are coming back tomorrow.” She smirks.
“Go inside.” I dismiss her.
She gives me a snarky look. “God, Axel. You’re
so rude. For someone who gets laid as much as you…” She tosses her cigarette butt in the gravel as she walks back in, slamming the screen door for effect.
She’s getting worse. Or maybe it’s that I’m around her more, but Derrick deserves a fucking medal for having to deal with her night after night. I can’t stand her.
I haven’t heard shit about Edge and Dolly because my morning consisted of Frosty showing me footage from one of my grow houses and the fucks who’ve been scouting it. I know it’s the same guys who ripped off our warehouse.
Then I bought two new shipping containers so that I can grow our best batch in it with massive security. After that, Ryder texted me about Antoinette.
“Look. I don’t want you talking to Crystal.”
She tilts her head back in my silver helmet. “I thought she’s one of you guys? Isn’t she Blade’s ex?” she yells.
“Stop listening to gossip.” I’m rock hard and take a step back to adjust myself. How the fuck am I going to ride like this?
“You ever been on a bike?” She shakes her head.
“Just move with me. Think you can do that?” I swing my leg over the Harley and start her up.
As I turn to look at her, she stands in the sun wearing my jacket and my helmet, her posture perfect. I can almost feel the excitement radiating off her. My mind instantly goes to where I can take her and fuck her.
Revving up my beast, I smile at her, liking everything about having her on the back of my bike, wearing my cut.
“Get on, baby.”
Like she was born to ride, she gracefully gets on. My hand moves to her knee, trailing down to her ankle and back up.
She lays her head on my back and I tighten her arms around my waist. I’ve had many women on the back of my bike, but this is the first one who feels right. A tingle of unease slithers down my spine. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.
I’m fucking thirty-three and she’s twenty. I’m leading her on and she doesn’t know the game or even how to play. I’m never gonna have an old lady, never gonna get married and have kids. I don’t want that life. I certainly don’t want to become pussy whipped like my brothers. But I do want to keep her, mold her… corrupt her.
Why worry? I’m incapable of having those feelings. Love? It’s not for me.
I tried when I was younger. My attraction lasts at the most a week or two. Then something will bother me and before you know it, I have a new one on the back of my bike and in my bed.
I need to drop her off at the first apartment I see for rent. Pay for it, then walk the fuck away. A good guy would do that.
But I’m not good.
There’s no way I’m depriving myself of her and that tight cunt. I shift into gear, and her body seems to know how to move with me.
Leaning forward, I let the wind whip around my face as we head toward Griffith Park.
ANTOINETTE
I have no idea where we’re going. All I know is I love being on the back of Axel’s bike, wearing his heavy jacket, which smells like him.
It’s ridiculous how secure a jacket can make you feel even if you’re swimming in it. Sweat trickles down my neck, no doubt from the hot helmet and the bike throwing off its own heat.
He stops but keeps the bike running. The view takes my breath away: Los Angeles and all her glory.
Perfect.
My lips split into a grin. I’m happy. I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy, maybe when I was fourteen, fifteen. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy right now and I’m gonna cherish it. Because it can change in seconds.
As I get ready to lift my visor, he squeezes my hand and shifts. His bike responds and rumbles down a dirt trail. Looking around, I had no idea places like this even existed in Los Angeles.
He stops the bike and I wait to see what we’re doing. Are we hiking? Is that why he wanted me to wear different clothes?
He gets off and before I can undo the clasp on the helmet, his warm hands are there, taking it off. I shake out my hair and let the fresh air cool my face. He leans down to hang the helmet on the handlebars.
“Take everything off but my cut,” he says, lifting me off the bike.
My legs can barely hold me up. Not sure if the bike or his words are responsible, but I reach out for him to steady me.
I obey. Kicking off my tennis shoes, I’m surprised by a flutter of excitement that makes me rather breathless.
“Good girl,” he says, and my core clenches. What is wrong with me? I almost stop. Am I being too easy? Like am I supposed to pretend I don’t want him?
It’s times like this I wish I had listened to Bella and Heather when they would get into details about sex and what guys like.
“Not now, Antoinette. I’m too wound up. I suggest you do what I say, or this might not end up the way you want.” His sapphire eyes are cold, dark, almost as if he’s angry.
“What’s happening?” My hands shake as I slip off his jacket. When I remove my shirt, the hot sun instantly burns my hard nipples. Either that or it’s his gaze.
Holy fuck.
A ripple of fear flutters in my stomach as I pull my leggings off and slip back into his jacket, which thankfully hangs almost to my knees.
Standing there with his arms crossed, he watches me squirm.
Suddenly I look around. We’re out in the middle of nowhere. No one is here. I swallow as I look up at him. “I don’t like this.”
He moves. Grabbing me, he dumps me on the black leather seat of his bike.
“Really?” He cocks his head. “I think you do.”
“I don’t,” I whisper the lie, sounding ridiculous even to me. I do like it; I like everything about him.
“Show me,” he demands. I slowly spread my legs. The cool air instantly makes me shiver. He grins as his two fingers slip deep inside me, fucking me.
His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow. “For someone who doesn’t like it, you sure are getting my seat wet,” he says, his voice pure gravel. “Say it,” he hisses. “Loud.”
I don’t hesitate. I’m done caring what I should do. “I like it, Axel. I like it a lot,” I scream.
He rubs my clit, his fingers sliding in and out. I close my eyes and let him take me away.
“That’s it.” His voice is deceivingly gentle as his fingers fuck me rough and deep. I’m moaning and chanting. My hands reach for him. One grabs his shirt, the other the handlebar.
“You can yell, baby. No one can hear us out here.” In and out his slick fingers rub.
“Oh my God,” I whine, or at least I think it’s a whine because holy fuck, I don’t recognize the sound.
“That’s a good girl.” My core starts to spasm and I freeze. His eyes change, becoming almost black and fierce and my pussy responds as it contracts and pulses. He slips his fingers out and I scream, clinging to him. My legs are shaking as if I’ve been dancing for hours.
He flips me over, leans me across the seat, and kicks my legs open. I breathe in the smell of dirt and slight heat from the bike.
“Give me your hands,” he says as his hard dick rubs against my ass. I reach back, arching my abs on the seat so that he can have my hands. He crosses them, holding them as his cock continues to rub on my ass and swollen pussy.
“You’re sore. Sensitive.” It’s not a question. He knows it and yet he still continues.
“So sensitive…” As he puts the tip in, I gasp and clench up.
“Relax this cunt, Antoinette. I need to train you to take my cock.” I take a breath and he holds my hands, grabs my hair, and plunges inside me.
“Tight.” Axel thrusts again and again as I moan so loud the birds fly away. “Breathe,” he grunts and lets my body adjust to his enormous size.
“Fuck. I can’t get enough. If you could see this ass on my bike…” He lets go of my hand and hair and grabs my ass cheeks, continuing his thrusting. My head is dizzy as I try to keep up.
“You think you’d like me to fuck it?” His voice is tight.
“No,
” I groan even as I heat up, my pussy pulsing and tightening around his giant cock at the thought.
He laughs. “You don’t have to admit it. I can feel this cunt getting excited. I’ll teach you to love it.”
I can’t speak. All I can do is sense how deliciously full I am with his cock inside me. He pulls out and spins me around so his lips can take mine.
Hard.
Demanding.
Making it impossible to think about anything but him, his lips, and his fucking tongue. I smell his scent and know that this is the moment when he ruins me.
He pulls away as if he too feels the same. For a second, we look at each other. Time stops. Everything stops but us.
Then he lifts me onto the seat again and reaches for my ankles. I grab ahold of his forearms. He puts my ankles on his shoulders as his slick cock pushes back into me.
“Eyes on me while I fuck you.” He grabs my waist and I whimper at how deep he is.
I want to lean my head back and let him take me away. Because I’m climbing, reaching for it as he pumps into me hard and fast, his lips curled into a snarl as he fucks me.
The sun’s beating down on our bodies, but all I see are his eyes as they watch me, looking into my very soul as I get ready to come.
“Axel,” I whimper.
His hands go to the back of my neck so he can kiss me. He moves his thumb to my swollen nub and rubs. “Fuck yeah. Grab my cock with that pussy.”
My stomach muscles tighten, my pussy latches on, and I scream out his name as I contract and pulse on him.
“Look at me. I want to see you.” His hand goes to the back of my neck and we both stay still as I continue to pulse on his cock.
His eyes are like black obsidian and his lips are full and tantalizing. Tilting his head down, he bites the bottom of my lip. I grab ahold of his shirt as he pumps into me. Back and forth our bodies slap together.
“Jesus.” He does one deep thrust and freezes. I look up to watch him.
His beautiful face looks almost in pain. As my hand wraps around the back of his neck, his lips are at my forehead while his cock jerks and pulses.
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