“Well, choose your friends wisely, baby. There’s a reason why it didn’t work out with her and Ryder.”
He gets on and starts up the engine, waiting for me to climb onto the back. I swing my bag to my back and grab ahold of him. God, there has to be something wrong with me. Merely wrapping my legs around him makes my body tingle. Riding on the back of his bike is like foreplay. It’s as though he’s one with the bike. And when I move with him, we become perfectly in sync. Almost as if we’re dancing together.
Letting go, I rest my head on his back. As I squeeze my legs around him, he reaches down to caress my thigh. I like him way more than I should. He’s going to hurt me if I’m not careful. But knowing that and controlling it are two separate things.
I need him though. He keeps the ghosts away.
Thank God we’re almost home because I’m not kidding—the visor’s fogging up with my breath as I try to calm myself.
My pussy is wet, almost achy. What do I do? Wait and see if he’s gonna fuck me? Beg him? I guess I’ll see how it goes. I can always slip into the bathroom and take the edge off if he doesn’t touch me.
He turns off the bike and I jump off. The clubhouse lights are on, but besides some laughter coming from inside, it looks to be a pretty calm night. Maybe they’re tired from last night.
David and Charlie brought me home after Blade gave me the third degree. The clubhouse was full of bikers partying. Poor Charlie was a nervous wreck until David had me bolt Axel’s door. I barely got to see anything except the usual drinking and the same women I’m starting to recognize, although none of them speak to me. Charlie insisted I text right before I went to bed to make sure I was still okay. She said it was because of the margaritas, but I know she worries about me being here alone, which made me want to sneak downstairs and watch what really happens.
I didn’t, but I wanted to. I toss off the helmet. Axel is busy texting. Seems like he’s forgotten about me, but he grabs my hand as he types and walks us inside.
Yeah, no party tonight. The sound of balls clacking tells me people are playing pool, but other than that it seems like the few bikers who are here are drinking quietly or sleeping. One is on the couch, his fat belly on display as he snores.
“Hey, brother. Welcome home.” Fosters saunters up to Axel and they fist bump as he pockets his phone. I’m starting to know all of their names. It’s like I have a bunch of brothers who are gorgeous and scary.
“Anything I need to know?”
“Nothing now other than Eve’s having the party tomorrow, so everyone is resting up.” He glances my way and winks, causing Axel to frown.
“Good, I’m gonna take my girl upstairs. You’ve been warned not to disturb me.”
“You got it, VP. Only if someone’s dead.”
He laughs and walks back to the small group at the bar area as we take the stairs, my stomach flip-flopping the entire time. He called me his girl! It’s stupid, but I like the way it feels. Everyone respects Axel and having him hold my hand makes them look at me with respect.
He unlocks his door and I instantly sigh as the cool air hits my face. Axel walks in and unloads all his phones, a knife, his cigarettes, and the metal lighter he always carries.
“Smells like you, Cookie. It’s good to be home.” He tosses his cut on the bed, his black T-shirt following.
“Is that a bad thing?” I say. He’s getting naked and I try not to stare.
“Nope. I’m gonna take a shower.” He smirks and walks over to me. As I move backward, the cool wall blocks any escape. His muscled, tattooed arms cage me in as he leans down, his lips inches from mine. I reach up to stop myself from passing out.
With a smile, he whispers, “You’re my favorite thing to smell, baby.” And I melt. It’s like a whole new Axel came back and I like this one even more.
His mouth hovers next to mine. “Kiss me. I missed you.”
I can’t think straight, but maybe that’s okay. When I lift my lips slightly to his, he takes over and wraps his hands in my hair, kissing me. With a groan, I open my lips, allowing his tongue to twist with mine. My moans and sheer need take over and I dig my fingers into his wrists.
His tongue traces its way down my neck. And it feels so good I never want him to stop.
But he does. Suddenly he’s not touching me, and my eyes pop open. He’s looking at me, a small grin on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I lean in.
“Nothing. I like to look at you.” He bites my bottom lip. “Tell me, Antoinette… have you ever gotten high?” He cocks his head as my eyes get huge.
“Never. I’m a dancer.” But the excitement in my voice is obvious.
He smiles, and I swear that’s gonna be the end of me. One day, that smile will be too much for me to bear and poof, I’ll be gone.
“Ah, yes. But when you’re with me, you’re mine.” He pushes off the wall and unbuttons his jeans. “And getting high feels good.”
My eyes greedily take in his body. It’s incredible. Perfect ass, muscled legs, and an eight-pack. As he kicks off his jeans and walks into the bathroom, I take a deep breath.
The shower starts and I have to peel myself off the wall to sit on the edge of his bed. Come to think of it, I need a shower too. I probably smell like the diner.
My eyes stray to the bathroom where his addictive scent billows out with the steam. If I was brave, I would strip off my clothes and join him. But there’s no way I’m doing that. He’s also giving me mixed signals. Meaning he’s acting like he’s had a change of heart, yet I’m terrified to trust that it’s real. Still, I’m so happy he’s home.
The shower stops and he walks out carrying a towel as he dries his hair, and by dry I mean he runs the towel a couple of times across his head and tan, tattooed body.
Droplets of water still cover most of his body, and his dick is rock hard. Jesus, I kind of forgot how big it is. But instead of touching me, he pulls on some gray sweatpants and reaches for one of his phones.
“If you want a shower, go babe,” he says, bringing the phone to his ear and lighting a cigarette.
I’m disappointed and have no reason to be. He’s been gone over a week and he could have been with other women. In fact, I’m sure he was. I want to ask, but I don’t want to ruin his mood.
“Antoinette.” I jump at his voice and stand. “What are you thinking? You’re worried and it’s all over your face.”
I should just ask him. It’s been making me sick this whole week. And it doesn’t help that Cindy is constantly telling me that my fears are 100 percent true. Screw it. I deserve to know.
“I was wondering… when you leave.” I look at him, my eyes almost pleading for him not to make me verbalize it.
He looks up from the phone. “Go on.”
“Yes. I’ve been…” I look at him and then say it. “Do you have sex with other girls… women? When you go? Or really at any other time?” Holy fuck, I did it. He cocks his head and tosses the phone, then walks over to me to raise my face.
“No.”
“No? No, as in no you don’t… have sex with other women? Or no, as in you’re not going to tell me?” And suddenly the room is way too hot. Sweat forms on my body.
“No. As in I’m into your cunt only.”
My legs almost give way. He doesn’t fuck around on me and as crude as that answer was, all I can do is smile.
He laughs. “I see that makes you happy.”
“Very.” It’s impossible to stop smiling.
“I’ll be right back.” I almost want to spin and leap to the bathroom because I’m so happy. He wants me. I close the door to the bathroom which is still thick with steam and his smell. For the first time in years, I linger in the shower as I shave my legs and deep condition my hair with some new products Doug gave me. It sounds ridiculous, but I want to be perfect for him.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off and reach for my body lotion. I grab my glass bottle of French vanilla perfume and dab a small amount on my wrists.
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�Great, Antoinette,” I mumble. It’s only now dawning on me that I ran in here so fast I have no clean clothes. But what does it matter? He’s home and he didn’t fuck anyone.
Cindy was wrong. She guaranteed me that that’s what he was doing and she was wrong.
Opening the bathroom door, I peek out to see the bedroom empty. I dash out and into his large closet to put on my cutest PJs. They’re little pink frilly shorts with ruffles on the butt and a matching pink camisole top.
As I brush my hair out, strong hands wrap around my waist and he gazes at us in the mirror. His blue eyes sparkle in the light. I’m so thin compared to his tall, muscular build. He’s covered in tattoos and tan and I’m… not.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” As his eyes hold mine prisoner, it’s hard to breathe. Slowly, his full lips lick and nuzzle my neck. My heart leaps and I part my lips, my head falling back onto his shoulder.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers and nips my ear. I follow him, our fingertips the only things touching as he brings me over to his dresser.
He lifts up a few baggies and grabs his lighter and a small pipe. My insides prickle at the thought of trying it. Hopefully it won’t make me go insane, but it’s only pot and Axel can, and will, save me. That much I know.
He sits me down, then sits in front of me on the bed. “Ready?”
Goose bumps travel up my legs. “I think that maybe you should just…” My voice drifts off as I watch him load up the blue glass pipe.
“Watch.”
He brings it to his lips and lights up. His lips are mesmerizing as they suck deeply. I can’t look away. His eyes narrow as he holds it and reaches for me. I don’t have time to prepare as he takes my lips and fills my mouth with thick, sweet smoke. Instantly, I choke and cough it all out.
“Baby.” He rubs my lips. “That was shit. Let’s do this again, and when I give it to you, you hold it until I tell you.”
He loads the pipe again. “And Antoinette, if you don’t do it…” He doesn’t say more but arches a dark brow.
“You’ll what?” I rub my tongue over my lips. “And that wasn’t fair. You didn’t even give me a warning.”
“Well, now you have one.” He lights up again, the red-orange glow almost fluorescent as he inhales.
“I… wait a second.”
But he doesn’t. He pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. Grabbing my face with both his hands he kisses me. This time I let him give me all of it. His tongue tangles with mine and I groan. My head feels light, my body warm, and his tongue is like magic. Slowly he pulls back.
“Hold it,” he warns while I fight the urge to cough. My eyes sting with tears. “Fuck yeah, that’s it.” His eyes caress my face. His hands go to my hips and he squeezes my ass, bringing me against his erection.
“Let it go,” he says. I turn my head to exhale the smoke. But he stops me with his lips and takes all the remaining smoke back. I moan as he lifts his head.
“One more time.”
He inhales and this time I melt into him. Like I’m starving, I suck on his tongue. It tastes like wine and citrus. My body is relaxed yet tingling, my pussy is slick and ready. And I know that this night will change everything for us.
He pulls back, still holding my head, his breathing harsh. I lick my lips and taste the slight lemon flavor of his tongue.
Smiling, he gazes at me. “Look at you glow, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
Unable to help it, I moan and start to grind myself on his cock.
“That’s it. Rub that wet cunt on me. I can feel it through my sweatpants.”
I laugh, feeling so good. Arching my back, I let my body take over as I ride him.
“Axel,” I whimper. “It feels so good. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Take off your shorts,” he grunts.
I slide down his body, loving the way he feels. This is the first time I’ve actually touched him. His muscles are like smooth, hard steel. Standing in between his legs, I shimmy my shorts off.
“And your top. I want those tits.”
A sense of power comes over me as I watch him try to steady his breath. He wants me as much as I want him. And I smile in satisfaction as I stand on tiptoe. His eyes make a full tour of my body and he pulls his sweatpants down, freeing his thick, hard cock. Jesus, it reaches his navel. My mind becomes a ruler and I know he’s over nine inches.
“My little ballerina.” I eat up his words, then spin five, maybe six times in between his legs for him as he sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread and cock in his hand.
Licking my dry lips, I watch him slide his hand up and down.
“On your knees.” He keeps stroking himself.
I lower to my knees and try not to touch myself despite the sudden ache between my legs that begs for release.
He wraps his hand at the base of my hair. I think I moan, but I’m tingling so it might be my imagination.
“Talk to me.” He gives me a wicked smile, and my eyes slant up to him.
“I love your lips,” I say truthfully and he laughs. “I do. They’re magical and full… and hot.” I sound breathy and wish he would kiss me. But he doesn’t, and I’m left trying not to squirm. He seems to like looking at me.
“Go on.” He’s still grinning, and I continue.
“Your eyes. I love the way they’re so blue until you want to fuck me. Then they turn almost black,” I whisper.
He pulls my head closer to his erection. It’s juicy, inviting.
“I like this mouth on you. What else do you love?” He holds my hair tight as if that’s what’s keeping him still, calm. I sense his energy and my core clenches.
The sight of his dick leaking at the tip reminds me of a delicious, extra-large, rocket-shaped popsicle begging me to suck it, and I moan with anticipation.
“It’s a secret,” I answer at last. My lips are right there. But he forces me to look up at him.
“What’s your secret, Cookie?” he says in that gravelly voice that I want to record so I can listen to it always.
Time stops.
I think the entire world stops and we’re alone in our own silvery bubble, my eyes locked with his.
“Secret. Now.”
I lick my tingling lips and say, “I love your Big. Fucking. Cock.”
AXEL
“I love your Big. Fucking. Cock.”
She says this and I almost shoot my load in her face. I have to close my eyes and breathe through my nose. I’m only a human for fuck’s sake. I had no idea smoking Rip’s latest strain would do this to us.
“Open your mouth,” I say and bring her head to my cock, shoving it straight into her warm mouth. She gags but starts to suck.
“That’s it. Breathe through your nose.”
I look down at her and there’s a strange tightening in my chest. Her blond hair spills halfway down her back. Her lips are puffy from me fucking her mouth, and her eyes are like amethysts. As she blinks up at me, her black sooty lashes are wet and slightly spiky. The more I deep throat her, the more she gags. But Jesus Christ, it feels so good. My hand wraps around her hair as I thrust my cock deep.
“I want you to take more of me.” I pull her hair and she pops off me as I raise her face to mine. She looks rather disappointed and licks her fat red lips.
“I’ll teach you.” I stand and like the good girl she is, she wraps her legs around me while I walk her to the wall. My mouth presses against her lips. She hesitates, not that I’ll allow it. I thrust my tongue into her sweet mouth and make her obey. Leaning toward the wall, I lift my head and it seems as if I’m staring into our souls. If I wasn’t a seasoned pot smoker, I would freak. It’s not every day that you see your soul intertwined with another’s.
“Let’s put this ballet training to good use. Drop your leg.”
“Axel,” she says, panting. “I need you.”
I take her left leg and lift it straight up to her head. “Yeah, like this.” Taking my cock, I rub her wet pussy. Her head fall
s back to the wall, and her nails dig into my shoulders.
I bend her knee to fit my cock into her warm, dripping cunt. She screams as her nails knead my neck almost like a frantic cat in heat.
“That’s it, baby.” Her eyes widen as I move slowly, letting her adjust to the fullness.
“So tight. Look at how your pretty cunt takes to my cock.” I lift her leg back up to her ear and thrust into her.
“I’m going to come,” she screams.
“Not yet. Let me fuck you. I’m so deep,” I grunt, thrusting in and out. She’s so tight that I don’t want it to end. If I could fuck her for days, I would.
“Axel!” Her cunt latches on and her eyes flutter as she unravels.
Everything’s heightened: sound, touch, taste. Her wet core clamps on and pulses as her nails claw their way down my back. But her eyes change. She’s floating and taking me with her. She’s no longer her; she’s a part of me.
Capturing her lips, I let myself spill over the cliff with her. She’s chanting my name and I can hear myself saying “fuck” and “Antoinette,” but it’s like we’re in a tunnel. The pleasure still pumps out of me inside her. My seed pulses into her as I have one of the best fucking orgasms of my life.
Her forehead nuzzles against my neck, and the room slowly comes back into focus. Our breathing stills. I’m ready to throw us onto the bed when BAM! It sounds as if someone is breaking the door off its hinges.
“What the fuck?”
“I think someone is concerned about us.” She puffs out a breath like a feather caressing my neck. Slowly I release her leg and gently pull out.
“You okay in there, Axel? You’re not killing each other, are you?” Ryder laughs as his voice penetrates my brain. For the first time in my life, I wouldn’t mind having my own place.
Blade had one that he would escape to. I never could understand his need. But as I yell for Ryder to fuck off, I’m thinking maybe instead of getting Antoinette that studio apartment, why not buy her a condo? That way we can have a place.
“Fuck off, Ryder.”
I stroke her flushed checks. “You okay?”
Her eyes swim with tears. “That was indescribable. We were one. Did you feel us together? As if we were connected?”
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