“You afraid?” he challenged me, once again reading my innermost thoughts. His ability to do so was disconcerting.
“No,” I shot back defensively.
One corner of his mouth quirked upward. He knew me, another reason to be wary of getting too close to him.
Axel slid off his stool and closed the few feet between us, gazing down at me. He put his hands on my shoulders. With a hand under my chin, he tilted my face upward and searched my eyes for an answer to a question I didn’t hear him ask, but he’d asked nonetheless.
“Trust me, I’ll treat you well.” His voice reverberated with sincerity. His expression was earnest. I believed him, but would I treat myself well and give us a chance? Or run as I always did when things became emotionally tough or difficult to navigate?
There was a reason I’d never gone searching for my mother. My dad was no saint, and perhaps there was another side to that story. I’d blindly believed my father, but had he been the one to mislead me? Over the years, he’d shown little interest in being a father. A father protected and pampered his little girl. My father never did much of that. I was more like a possession to him than a beloved child. He didn’t pay much attention when the bikers hung around our house and flirted with me. Nor did he notice when, at fourteen, I stated hanging out with a guy ten years older than me. All he’d done was take me to the doctor to get birth control because he didn’t want to be responsible for another screaming brat around his house. I could only assume I was the original “screaming brat.”
I’d been sucked into the fringes of the biker lifestyle over the years, digging myself out of it time and time again. Weasel was my last straw, and not until he’d beaten me senseless.
My move to Seattle was my final effort to extract myself from that culture and explore other possibilities. Jock was the best thing that ever happened to me. He was everything my father wasn’t. I owed him a lot.
But did I owe him my loyalty to the point I wouldn’t date a man my brother disapproved of?
Chapter 21—The Night
~~Axel~
Geneva was distancing herself from me. Whatever was going on in that pretty little head of hers, I saw the exact moment she started to pull away. I dug in for the long haul. Tonight more than ever, I knew she was worth every bit of grief she caused me and all the chocolate in the world.
“Axel, there’s also the issue with Jock.” She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, distracting me from my mission momentarily. Anything to do with her lips sent my head into a tailspin and my dick twitching.
I thought we’d gone over all this? Jock knew about us, or about my intention to date her. He wasn’t happy with it, but in my opinion, he didn’t get a vote when it came to his sister’s love life. She had the right to make her own decisions, even if they ended up being mistakes.
“What issue?”
“He doesn’t like you.”
“I disagree. He’s warming up to me.”
“All the more reason for us to forego another date. I’d hate to endanger your relationship with him.”
“First, the only relationship we have is professional. Second, we covered this already. He knows about us. I was straight with him.”
She sighed, as if I’d shot down her last line of defense, and she didn’t have another argument. I was more than a little hurt and insulted that she considered a relationship with me such a burden. Maybe I was wasting my time here. Maybe I should walk away, or let her walk away.
“Don’t look so depressed. I’m not all that bad.” Defensiveness crept into my tone, sprinkled with how wounded I was feeling.
She tilted her head as she gazed into my eyes. “I know that,” she said softly with a voice as light as a spring breeze. Her lips parted, and she made a little sound between a sigh and a whimper. I stepped closer to her and placed my palms against her flushed cheeks.
“Why me?” she whispered.
“Why you?” My voice was gruff as my raw emotions escaped from their prison cell and threatened to overwhelm me. “Why you?” I repeated.
She nodded, her brown eyes locked on mine.
“Because I can’t stay away. You’re so fucking stunning, so unique, so you. Have pity on me, Geneva. I think about you all the time. I can’t get you out of my mind. No one else interests me. No matter how little they have on or what a great body they have. They don’t have your mind. Your experiences. That thing that makes you you. They wouldn’t take me on a Harley ride to a biker bar. They wouldn’t be able to discuss my games with me. They wouldn’t put my conceited self in my place when I need it. They aren’t you.”
“Do you really mean that?” She sounded breathless and amazed. Welcome to the club, honey.
“Yeah. I also mean this.” I leaned forward and caressed her lips with mine. She moaned against my mouth. Putting my arms around her, I slid her off the barstool and pinned her against the counter with my hips. Tilting my head, I kissed her again, not so gentle this time but more demanding, more needy.
Her tongue teased the tip of mine, and I didn’t resist for a moment. I dived in, exploring, reveling in the feel of her, deepening the kiss.
Geneva arched against me, rubbing against my erection. I lifted her onto the counter and stepped between her spread legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down for another kiss. Our kisses turned hotter, wilder, messier, as we both unleashed the passion we’d kept on a tight rein for too many weeks.
I slid my hands under the waistband of her jeans and cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft, plump flesh. She felt every bit as good as she had in my numerous fantasies, only better.
“Are we going to do this?” Her voice was husky with lust, which I considered a definite turn-on.
“Yeah, aren’t we?” I moved my mouth from hers to trace little kisses along her jaw to her neck. She tilted her head, encouraging me to nibble on her exposed neck. I tasted and nibbled, but I wasn’t satisfied. I needed to mark her in some age-old claiming of my woman. I sucked the sensitive skin into my mouth, pinching it between my teeth and biting down. I don’t know what kind of reaction I expected, but she didn’t disappoint me. She ground her hips into my dick, causing my boy to twitch and beg for sweet mercy.
Yeah, I wanted that too.
But was it too much too soon? Where the fuck did that voice of reason come from? Now was not the time to get all moralistic and decent. I’d never been that decent before.
“Oh, what the fuck. Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear. Taking my earlobe between her teeth, she bit down. Lust raced through my veins like a herd of wild horses.
“Are you…are you sure?”
“Fuck yes.” She was already unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt and tugging it out of my waistband. I shrugged out of it and stood still as she feasted on me with those expressive brown eyes of hers.
“You are beautiful.” Geneva didn’t take her eyes off my chest. She ran her hands over my abs, scraping my skin with her nails as she traced my dragon tattoo down to where it disappeared beneath my waistband. I sucked in a breath but managed to remain frozen in place. She bent her head and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth while she slid a hand down to cup my erection through my dress pants.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she sucked harder on my nipple, scraping her teeth across it. The pain was as sweet as it was sexy. Her hand closed over my dick, milking it through the fabric. Unable to take the torture any longer without seeing more of her, I grasped the hem of her tight shirt and pulled it up over her head. She helped me out and lifted her arms. I tossed it aside and drank in her upper body. She had tats, which I’d expected. A literal garden of flowers and birds, a thing of beauty. Vines wound their way down her arms and around her breasts, then ran down the length of her front to disappear beneath her jeans. I was certain her back was even more adorned. I didn’t usually date chicks with a lot of tats, not because I didn’t like them but because I hadn’t had the opportunity. This was heaven. I’d spend all night tracing all th
ose vines and identifying the flowers connected to each delicate vine. In one spot, the vine ended in the head of a snake. There had to be a story there, and I’d find out eventually.
I focused my attention on her lacy black bra. Her nipples stood out against the delicate material. With a deft flick of my fingers, I unfastened her bra and tossed it toward the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Her tits were amazing, a good handful even for a guy with big hands like me. Silver hoops adorned each one, and I fucking loved that. She continued to milk my cock. My turn to suck and nip and bite as I lowered my mouth to one fucking incredible nipple, all dusky pink and hard. I wasn’t gentle because she hadn’t been, so I gave as good as I got. The sounds she made were between a plea for mercy and to give her more. I marked her breast as I’d marked her neck. She was mine. I didn’t doubt that for a second.
When I bit down on her other nipple, she squeezed my balls hard, and I almost came in my pants.
Panting, I met her gaze and kissed her again with the hunger raging in my body, feeding a fire even I didn’t know existed inside me.
“I need you naked. All of you.”
“I can help you with that.” I was happy to oblige. Anything for the pretty lady.
We both froze when we heard the key in the lock. I scooped her up, carrying her at a brisk run into the bedroom.
“My clothes. They’re all over the living room floor.”
I shrugged and snorted a laugh. “They won’t be shocked. Just curious who I have in here.”
As if they wouldn’t be able to guess.
~~Geneva~~
Every intention I’d had to resist Axel flew out the window the first time his lips touched mine. I was a goner when his tongue touched mine. I was in the land of no return when he sucked on my nipples.
As deep under his spell as I was, I’m somewhat shocked we stopped what we were doing when his roommates entered. I would’ve gladly put on a show for them if Axel had continued to touch me as he had.
He kicked the door shut to the bedroom and slid me down his body as he lowered my feet to the floor. He turned away long enough to lock the bedroom door and commanded Alexa to play soft rock.
The only thing I wanted right now was for him to be buried so deep inside me I’d never be the same again. I stripped off the remainder of my clothes, and he did the same. The time had passed for going slow, and neither of us had to say it. We both knew.
His dick was exactly as I’d remember when I’d gotten a glance in the locker room, thick, long, and hard. My body was ready for him, and I wasn’t the world’s most patient woman. “I need you now,” I ordered, half expecting him to balk at the commanding tone in my voice. He didn’t; instead he saluted me and clicked his heels together. His cock waved like the flag of a conquering hero. He could conquer my body any day.
He pulled open the nightstand and quickly and efficiently opened a condom and rolled it onto his cock.
I threw myself on the bed and spread my legs wide. Knowing I had his undivided attention, I made a show of running my hands down my naked body. I pinched my nipples and continued my downward journey with one hand while the other continued to tease a nipple. I ran a finger down my soaking wet snatch and up again. Then I slid that very finger inside me and shoved it deep. Adding another, I finger-fucked myself.
Axel rubbed his cock slowly as he watched my show. I was close to coming when he grabbed both my hands and shoved them over my head.
“I was about to come,” I complained.
“Not without me, you aren’t.”
“Then make me scream.”
“Oh, I can do that, baby. I’m going to fuck you hard.” His raspy voice echoed the raw passion flaming in those green eyes.
“I fucking hope so. Fuck me now.” I dug my nails into his bare back and urged him closer.
He barked out a laugh but didn’t smile. Instead he accepted the invitation of my arched hips. He plunged his impressive dick inside my desire-slickened walls. I gasped as my body geared up for a heavenly assault on my senses and sanity.
“Oh, yes.” I closed my eyes to just feel him.
“Are you okay?” At the sound of his concern, I opened my eyes again and nodded. “Good, I was afraid…” His voice trailed off.
“Afraid of what?” The fact that I was able to form coherent words with him buried inside me was amazing in itself. I’d never carried on much of a conversation with the guy who was fucking me.
“I might be too big for you.”
I laughed and changed the angle of my hips to take him deeper. “Oh, no, I can handle you, baby. All of you.”
Amusement flickered in his green eyes. “Good thing, because I’m not sure I can handle you.”
“Oh, I am. Now quit talking and fuck me.” I raked my fingernails down his spine, grabbed handfuls of his gloriously muscular hockey ass, and urged him deeper. He withdrew about halfway and thrust into me again.
“Oh, yeah, just like that.”
Encouraged by my enthusiasm, he thrust over and over, each time harder than the last. I wrapped my hips around his waist and took everything he had to give me while asking for more. Soon we were setting a feverishly hot rhythm only matched by our need for more.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Right there.” He was about to come. I felt him twitching and jerking inside me. I was close, too, and ground into him, digging my heels into his back and forcing him even deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed in a hoarse roar.
He closed his eyes and came, holding himself hard against me and in me. The energy of his orgasm flowed through me, and I climbed into the abyss with him. He rolled to the side and collapsed. We were both quiet except for our heavy breathing and must’ve nodded off for a while.
When I woke, he was watching me and there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. How long had it been? Twenty minutes? Thirty minutes? I didn’t know.
“I want you again.”
What female in her right mind would refuse an offer like that? Not this one. I wanted him again too.
“Then take what you want.”
His mouth turned up slightly in a smug smile brimming with confidence. “Tell me the truth. Am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Are you mining for compliments?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know. I need additional time in the saddle to judge.”
“Then mount up.”
With a bark of laughter, he grabbed me around the waist and set me on all fours on the edge of the bed. I wiggled my ass in his face and was rewarded with a deep, feral growl.
“Don’t move.”
I heard the rustle of a condom package, and I waited with anticipation. I didn’t wait long. He wanted this encore as much as me.
His big hands held my waist in a vise as he pushed two fingers inside me and fucked me hard with his fingers. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, pressing hard on it, and I shattered, coming apart. He didn’t wait for me to recover but slid inside me. This time wasn’t hard or rough but more intense, like a slow burn to final detonation. He teased me by sliding in and out with the speed of a slow piston. Each time he was buried home, he lifted upward with his hips in order to go deeper.
Reaching under me, he grasped my nipples between his thumb and index finger and tugged on them to the rhythm of his thrusting hips, bringing about a sweet pleasure-pain that made my female parts tingle with heightened awareness.
His torture by slow sex lasted all of a few minutes before I tightened my body down on him, pressing against his cock, doing my own form of torture. I felt the orgasm building inside me again. This might be a record for me. I wasn’t sure, and right now I didn’t care.
All I cared about was that this man with his exquisite body, meadow-green eyes, and incredible stamina was here in bed with me.
With one final push and hold, he fingered my clit. That was all it took. I was gone again, and so was he. I wondered when he’d shatter me to the point I’d never be able to pick up t
hose pieces again.
Chapter 22—The Morning
~~Axel~~
The morning sun peeked over the horizon with the promise of a new day. I had all sorts of plans, and most of them involved bed and Geneva. But sadly, we both had obligations.
Geneva rolled onto her side and regarded me with an uncertain expression. She tried so damn hard to come across as tough and invincible, I found her vulnerability endearing.
I wrapped a lock of her dark hair around my index finger, loving the silky feel of the strands. I didn’t usually spend much time hanging out in bed with a woman, but lying here with Geneva seemed natural.
“You’re amazing.” I propped myself up on a mound of pillows and pulled her onto my chest. She snuggled in with her lips resting against my neck, and she raked her fingers idly through my messy hair.
“You are, too.”
“Of course.” I grinned at her with my best cocky smile. She swatted my chest playfully, and I grabbed her hands and held them in one of mine. “You want to play it that way?”
“Maybe.” Her eyes darkened, and I knew she was thinking about last night. So was I. I’d be forever thinking about that and her.
She braced her hands on my chest and looked me squarely in the eyes. “What now?” she said.
“What now?” I wasn’t sure I understood the question. I needed clarification.
“Where do we go from here?”
“We date.” I couldn’t wipe that smug smile off my face.
“We date?” She studied me with confusion, as if the concept was foreign to her. My heart squeezed for the woman who’d not been cherished in the way she deserved. I vowed to change all that.
“Yeah, you’re not one-night-stand material.”
“I’m not sure you are either.” She looked at me through lowered lashes, a new look for her, and one I’d have thought didn’t fit until just now. A coy Geneva was hot AF and right on par with a badass Geneva. I was loving all these facets of her personality. I was also humbled she was comfortable enough with me to reveal them.
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