I don’t even remember the walk to the elevator, through the lobby or how I got into his ridiculously high truck. One second we are still standing in Maddox’s living room, the next we are pulling into traffic and on the way to his house.
I have been sitting here thinking about the night to come when the sound of my phone ringing interrupts my steamy thoughts. Damn. Squirming in my seat, I look down at the display, and smile when I see “Dee Calling” and her smiling face.
“Hey you,” I answer, looking over at Axel out of habit. I have to remind myself that he isn’t Brandon and a phone call from Dee doesn’t even register on his radar.
“Hey back at ya! Aren’t you just a dirty little hoe bag!?” She sings into my ear.
Jesus, I’m going to freaking kill Maddox.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hedge, figuring it’s best to just play dumb. Dee is going to burst over this new development. There is no telling just what she has heard either.
“Don’t you act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, missy! I had a visit from a tall, dark and lickable man today. You might know him; he goes by the name Axel? Called me himself bright and freaking early and, I might add, that he sounded way too smug for it being before my morning coffee! Anyhow, he called, asked me to wait a second before heading off to the office, he was coming by and wanted me to pack a bag. A big bag, Izzy. Now, want to tell me why AXEL would be calling me to ask for a BIG bag of your clothes?” Little shit is laughing at me. She is enjoying this way too much.
“Yeah, yeah. Like you don’t already know. Let me guess, Maddox came by or something?” I ask sarcastically.
“Maddox? Why would he come over?”
“Seriously, Dee? You didn’t talk to him?”
“No. Axel really did call and ask for me to get your stuff together. His words were something along the lines of, ‘me Tarzan, taking Jane to tree house where she won’t wear clothes and we will play bedroom aerobics for the rest of the days’, then he took four of your biggest bags and packed almost all of your stuff up. So, now, do you want to tell me what’s really going on?” She sounds nervous now, like she isn’t sure if she did the right thing by letting him pack up my stuff.
“It’s complicated, Dee. I’m okay, promise. We are…we are working on things. But, I will admit that four bags does sound a bit excessive.” I look back over at him when I hear a deep rumble of laughter.
“This is not funny.” I hiss at him.
“Baby, it is f**king hilarious. You really think that once I bury myself deep within your p**sy and feel your tight walls squeezing the come right out of my dick, that I will ever want to let you go again? You must be out of your f**king mind, Princess. I won’t even be able to let you out of my f**king bed until we make up for every single day we have lost.” He leans over and lands a smack on my lips before smiling back at the road.
“Oh…my…God…” Dee says softly into the phone, “I think I just came. That was seriously hot, Iz.” She is not the only one that might have just had an orgasm. And if all it takes are his words to get me this turned on, I am seriously starting to get nervous for what is to come.
Chapter 15
I must have been really out of it the last time I came to his house because I don’t remember anything like what I am looking at right now. His house is ridiculous. Why one man needs this much house is beyond me.
“Ax?” I ask, looking over at the man climbing down from the big black truck. “Why exactly do you need a six bedroom house again?” He has no family; it was just me back in the day, so unless he’s picked up a few kids along the way, I just can’t understand this. As much as the very thought of him having a family with someone else causes my heart to tighten up in anguish.
He almost looks embarrassed by the answer and before he even speaks, it all makes sense. He had a bedroom as large a small walk in closet when we were in high school. To a man like Axel, this is all about feeling comfortable and knowing that he isn’t that person anymore.
“Had enough of living in a box. I promised myself a long damn time ago that I would never have to worry about space again. Or not having it.” He walks over to me and pulls me into his arms, “You know what it was like in June and Donnie’s hole of a room. I had even less when I was enlisted. Doesn’t make sense to many, but you know.” I give him a squeeze, silently voicing my understanding.
“Right, let’s go get settled before I fire up the grill and cook dinner. You’re going to need your strength tonight, Princess.”
Heat flushes through my body, the desire to skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom cranks up to almost unbearable levels.
“Although,” he continues, “it might be nice to skip the steaks and have dessert first.”
Quivers of arousal shoot through my body and if it hadn’t been for his strong arm around me, I melt right here on his driveway.
He parks in front of the house this time, instead of the garage, so when we walk inside I am met with a bright and very empty entry way. There is a large staircase right smack in the middle of a very empty room, to my left, there is another empty room and to my right there is another. There are two hallways on the sides of the staircase but I have a feeling they lead to more emptiness. I have apparently only seen a fraction of the house when I was here before.
He is looking at me intently and seems to be waiting for something.
“It’s…um, nice?” Damn. Of course it would come out as a question. Real convincing, Iz!
“Nice, huh? Is that your way of saying you hate my house?”
“No?” I’m sure my embarrassment is all over my face. Even after all this time, I still can’t lie for shit to this man.
He lets out a loud laugh before slapping my ass, shaking his head and letting out some soft laughs. He bends down and picks up my bags before heading up the stairs. “Come on Princess. Let’s get you settled before dinner.”
I follow him up, and up, and up. When I get to the top, there are two hallways in either direction. He starts off to the left, passing a few open doors along the way. Every single room is empty except for the one I escaped from him to. Eh, how embarrassing. I had hoped he wouldn’t ever have to witness one of my episodes, but it seems like the more I’m around him, the more they are triggered.
He walks into his bedroom and drops all the bags next to the closet. When he turns back around, I quickly jerk my eyes up to meet his, which sparkle with amusement. I was just busted checking out his very nice ass.
He smirks.
I blush.
He winks.
I lick my lips.
His smile is instantly wiped from his face and a long and low groan fills the silence between us.
I smirk.
And just like that, he’s on me.
“Thought I could wait,” he says before picking me up and throwing me onto the mattress. Before I can even blink, he is on top of me, his large frame pressing me into the soft mattress. My legs open without hesitation and his h*ps meet my own. Now it’s me who is letting out a strangled moan. “Thought I could get you here and enjoy some dinner without having to be inside your wet heat. Fuck baby, I can smell you from here. I bet your p**sy is soaked, f**king sopping wet and ready for me.” He trails his tongue from my shoulder to my ear before taking it in his mouth and biting down. He licks the sting away and braces his body with his elbows on either side of my body. Taking both of his large hands and placing them on either side of my face, he leans down and places his lips to my ear. “Can’t wait baby, I’m going to rip those tight ass pants from your body and bury my face between your creamy thighs. I want to feel that sweet cunt around my tongue. Going to make you scream Princess, and then when you can’t take it anymore,” he pushes his denim covered h*ps hard into mine, his thick erection rubbing my cl*t in the most delicious way, “then I’m going to lick my way up this sweet f**king body and finally I’m going make you mine.” He rolls his h*ps and I gasp, so close.
“Oh God,” I pant, looking up into his bright eyes. He looks into mine, seemingly satisfied with what he sees, before bringing his lips down and devouring me. There are no other words for what he is doing with his tongue in my mouth. Our lips are moving together in a wet dance. I move my hands to his back and pull him closer to me, relishing in the feeling of his hard, tight body pressing me further into the mattress. I can feel the bundles of corded muscles underneath my fingertips and I am suddenly desperate to feel his skin against my own.
With awkward and jerky movements, I rip his shirt up his torso, letting go of his lips long enough to pull it over his head. He lifts up and trails his fingers down my body. His rough and calloused hands pulling on the soft silk of my blouse before reaching the hemline and slowly pushing it up my belly. I lean up and help him remove my blouse before reaching behind my back and ripping off my bra myself. I don’t even have a second to bring my arms back around, before his lips are closing around one of my tight n**ples and giving a strong pull.
“Oh yes,” I moan, threading my hand through his hair and pulling his head closer to my breast. “Feels so good, Axel.” I’m so close to coming it’s embarrassing. With Axel, it has always been effortless.
His answering groan against my skin causes wetness to gush from my core.
Switching to the other nipple, his hand travels back down my belly, unsnapping the button on my jeans and thrusting his hand inside the waistband. His thick finger enters me with one swift thrust and instantly I am coming, coming so hard I swear I am floating in the air. My vision is dimming and the scream that rips from my throat echoes through the room.
He brings his head up from my chest and with a wickedly arrogant smile; he brings his hand out of my pants and licks my essence from his finger.
“Fuck me baby, not even a second and I had that tight cunt milking my finger. I can’t wait to get inside your body. Nothing tastes better than your f**king cunt, nothing.” He pulls me closer to his body and kisses me hard. My nak*d skin rubbing against his only makes me burn hotter. I need this man, need him more than I have ever needed anything in my life, and if I don’t have him nak*d soon, I might just die.
He jumps off the bed and pulls his jeans off his body. He takes his boots off and pulls off his socks. He stands next to the bed, my feet brushing against his nak*d, hairy thighs. No shame. But, then again why would he. His huge body is ripped and hard with muscles. His tan skin, ink, and every inch of his large c*ck is on display for me. Taking my time, my eyes travel up from the erection pressing against his tone abs to his small, dark n**ples, and then up to his heated eyes. My mouth drops open when I see the desire swirling in his hooded emerald eyes.
“Dreamed of this for so f**king long, Izzy.” He makes quick work of pulling my tight jeans from my body, my drenched panties come with them. He tosses them behind his kneeling body onto the floor. He grasps my ankles and with slow tortured movements, runs his hands up my legs. When he reaches my knees, he brings his hands underneath and throws them over his shoulders, kissing my left and then my right knee. With a small smile, he turns to run soft kisses down my left thigh, skipping my throbbing center with just the barest breath, before continuing up my right thigh with the same small kisses. His hands fall down to my h*ps and roughly pull me to the edge of the bed and towards his waiting tongue. I squeak out a sharp cry of pleasure, my hands fisting the comforter and pushing my feet into his shoulders to bring my p**sy closer to his mouth. He laughs and the vibrations rip through me, causing another rush of wetness to meet his tongue.