I wanted to run my hands and mouth all over her amazing body, but I knew she’d been up late, and needed the rest. Instead, I kissed the top of her head and drifted off to sleep.
***
PAIGE
A warm, calloused hand slipped under my panties, rubbing my ass and giving it the tiniest of squeezes. Blinking awake, I pushed my ass back into the hand, giving it a little wiggle. Apparently encouraged by my movement, a second hand reached around, cupping my breast, and kneading the tender flesh.
“Mmm. Is this your way of saying ‘good morning?” I purred.
Axel pinched my nipple, slowly rolling and tugging the bud, which immediately tightened under his touch.
“Any day wakin’ up next to you is a good morning, Paige.” He murmured in my hair, kissing down my neck. His warm lips travelled over my collarbone, sliding the spaghetti strap of my pajama top down. “Do you want me to stop? Is there somewhere you need to be this morning?”
His deft fingers strummed at my now aching nipple, sending all my thoughts of getting an early start, the piles of dirty laundry I had at home, and the ten thousand errands I had to do right out the window. “The only thing I need is you inside me,” I leaned back, capturing his lips, before plunging my tongue inside and dipping it out again. “Right now.”
Axel’s hand slid down my chest, gathering the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. My panties followed, in between hot, passion filled kisses that left me breathless.
Fire flared in Axel’s eyes as he licked greedy lips. He leaned over me, just staring down at my body, naked and ready below him. “Do you trust me, Paige?”
I tilted my head. “Of course I do.”
“I want to try something, but only if you trust me.”
My eyes widened, remembering the last time he asked me to trust him. He’d played with my ass during sex, something no one had ever done. But it had also brought me pleasure I’d never experienced. Yeah, I was ready for whatever he wanted to try next. “Baby, I trust you implicitly. I don’t know what you’re about to do, but I’m next to positive you’re going to make me feel amazing, and I’m going to love it.”
He bent, capturing my lips once more. “Trust me, darlin’, I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t remember your name.”
Before I could reply, he reached over, and began digging into the side table next to his bed, coming out with a bandana. “Trust me?”
I lifted my head, allowing him to tie the black cloth over my eyes, entrenching me in darkness. I shivered at the uncertainty of it all, wondering what he’d do next, when I felt something icy cold drip onto my nipple.
I jerked my back off the bed, crying out at the new sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it just startled me.
Axel’s warm tongue flattened, rubbing the cold away, until it turned warm, making me needy and wet. I reached for him, fisting my fingers in his hair, wanting more.
“Nuh uh,” he whispered at my ear and giving me a swift swat on my bottom. Once again, I cried out, all of my emotions heightened. “Don’t move, Paige. I want you perfectly still for me.”
I nodded, biting my lip, as he gently rubbed the area that stung, his fingers sliding up and over my mound. I pushed up, squirming. “More, Axel.”
His finger slipped through my folds, spreading me wide for him, but he didn’t touch me. I squirmed again, anxious for whatever was going to happen next, when a second cold drop fell on my clit, followed immediately by Axel’s warm tongue, languidly lapping up the drop.
My head fell back as pleasure overtook my senses. Holy shit! He was barely touching me, and I was ready to explode. His mouth left my core as a third drop of cold liquid fell on my aching nipples, making them contract even tighter. I fisted the sheets, trying to stay as still as he asked. Instead of his mouth, this time his fingers rubbed, plucked, rolled, and teased the taut buds, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. My heels dug into the bed, wanting—no needing, to move as he continued the sweet torture. After toying with my nipples for several minutes, he leaned up and away.
“Axel?” My mind spun with possibilities for whatever was coming next.
“You have the most perfect, responsive tits, baby. I’m pretty sure I could get you off by just playing with them.” He pinched one, making me moan. “Do you think so, baby?”
I nodded. “Anytime you touch me, I get off.”
“Mmm, well let’s see how you like this.” The next thing I knew, something hard tweaked my nipples, not letting go.
“Nipple clamps?” I asked. I’d never worn them before, but Gina swore by them. She said it brought her to new heights.
“Are they too tight?” Axel adjusted them, giving the chain between the two a tiny tug.
It was like a physical connection straight down to my clit, making me crave more. “No, it’s really good.”
He tugged again. “You like?”
Again, my head arched back. “Yes,” I hissed.
He tugged a third time, just as his fingers returned to my mound, spreading me wide. One hand continued to gently pull on the chain with the clamps while his mouth expertly devoured my clit, flicking and sucking. Waves of euphoric desire surged, my orgasm overtaking me, and I screamed Axel’s name in pleasure.
He didn’t let up, instead plunging first one, and then a second, finger deep inside me, pumping in and out as he continued licking my clit. “Holy fuck, Axel, I’m coming.”
He growled, the vibrations only adding to my pleasure as I rocked into his face, seeking a second release. His mouth let go of my clit, blowing warm air softly on it as he gave the chain another sharp tug. His fingers never let up, the contrast of soft and sharp, cold and hot, fast and slow were too much, and a second orgasm ripped through me.
My body fell back into the bed, feeling like a limp noodle after the workout he just put me through. Running a finger up my belly, he kissed my lips as he removed the clamps, followed by the blindfold. I sighed in bliss, still euphoric after those two amazing orgasms. Blinking up at Axel, I wanted to make him feel as fantastic as he did for me.
“That was amazing,” I told him, sighing. “But now it’s your turn.”
Axel’s eyes widened as I sat up and pushed his chest down into the bed. I moved down his chest, lightly scraping my nails along his chiseled skin, just enough to keep him on his toes. The muscles of his stomach constricted as he groaned. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
I tugged his boxer briefs down until his rigid cock sprang free. Licking my lips, I wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft, while I cupped his heavy sac with the other, gently rolling and massaging them. Axel’s head fell back, letting out a low growl. “Fuckin’ A, woman. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
Gaining a little confidence, I squeezed his shaft, my hand sliding up and down, and my tongue darted out, tasting the bit of precum on the tip.
Axel groaned in bliss. “Holy fuck, Paige. You are driving me crazy, babe.”
I continued to work him, stroking and sucking, tightening my lips as I reached the head, then loosening back so I could take him deep in my throat. My hand tugged lightly on his heavy sac, rolling the balls in my hand. He reached down, smoothing my hair back so he could watch as I blew him, his legs practically vibrating.
Loving how excited I made him, I pumped him in and out of my mouth even faster, his fingers fisting in my hair the deeper I took him. His legs stiffened, and I knew he was close, but, before he had a chance to come, he pulled me up and off of him, flipping me onto my back as he hovered above me.
His breath was heavy as he rolled a condom over his engorged dick. “Jesus that was close. Fuck, that was incredible, but I want to be inside you when I come, babe.”
He reached between my thighs, and guided his cock into my slick entrance, sinking deep inside and making us both sigh. Slowly, he began pumping in and out, sinking deeper and harder with each thrust of his hips. My heels dug into his ass, matching his rhythm, the pleasure so intense I couldn’t do anything exce
pt cling to his shoulders. I buried my face into his chest.
“Look at me, Paige,” Axel growled.
I blinked, leaning back, and raising my eyes until they were locked with his. Staring into his eyes as he worked my body so expertly, feeling do deeply connected with him, feeling more connected with him than I ever had with anyone, and I knew right there and then: I loved this man.
He was everything I’d always avoided, everything I feared, but in the end, I knew in my gut that he was everything I needed. He was a contrast of deep emotions and rough edges, fury and passion, and he made me feel alive in ways I never imagined—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. I loved him, that’s all there was to it.
The tiny muscles in his face tightened, and I knew he was close. Knowing he was trying to hold out for me, and wanting to come together with him, I reached down and stroked my clit, rubbing faster as I reached the peak of my euphoria.
“That is the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen,” Axel growled, bending to capture my lips in a kiss. “You’re incredible, Paige.”
My orgasm crashed and washed over me, causing me to arch my back, rubbing my clit faster and faster as waves of ecstasy poured over me. My eyes rolled back, emotions running rapid through my mind, and I cried out, “Oh, yes! God, I love you, Axel.” I sank down in the bed, panting. “Oh my god, I love you.”
Axel joined me in orgasm, crying out as his seed spilled out of him before collapsing on top of me. He rolled to the side, sliding the condom off and into the trash beside the bed before pulling me into his side to snuggle.
No longer lost in mindless bliss, realization dawned that I just told Axel I love you for the first time. I cringed at the awful timing, hoping maybe he wouldn’t mention it or just think it was said in the heat of the moment.
“Paige?” he whispered in my ear. I peered up and looked at him through my lashes. He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, too.”
FOUR
AXEL
My phone buzzed with a text message from Ace with only one word: “Church.”
I rolled out of bed, placin’ a soft kiss on Paige’s sweet lips while she slept, and hopped in the shower. Twenty minutes later, I pulled my FatBoy into Raven’s Nest. It was barely nine in the morning, and you could tell by the hung over, glassy eyes of everyone there, that no one was ready for this meeting today.
“Who in God’s name called a meeting this early?” Ryder asked, slipping his sunglasses on. “Cause if I find out, I’m going to need to kick their ass.” He looked the worst out of everyone. Ever since he stopped seeing Sawyer, he was traveling down old paths. No one knew what happened between them. He wouldn’t talk about it. Not even to me. All I knew was that he had another week of drinking himself stupid before I stepped in.
“I second that,” I groaned, wishin’ I’d stopped for coffee. Paige and I had gotten up awfully early, and after my late night, I was runnin’ on barely three hours sleep.
“This can’t be more Rocco shit, can it?” Ryder asked, eyeing the dried blood still on the floor.
I shrugged. “At this point, bro, nothing would surprise me.”
As we headed toward the back room, I noticed the prospects sitting at the bar. Blaze was leaning against it with his eyes closed, while Cruz was practically lying on top of it, snoring. I chuckled, swatting him on the back of the head, and startling him awake.
“Late night, kid?” I teased. “That pretty girlfriend of yours keepin’ you up late?”
Cruz looked down, his face turning a bright shade of red. “Something like that,” he muttered.
“Well, just keep your ass off of the bar. We eat there, ya know.”
He slipped down, yawning. “Sorry.”
The kid seemed nice enough, but I still got this feeling like there was somethin’ he wasn’t saying. My gut said he was keeping from us, especially after showin’ up at Paige’s that night out of the blue. It felt strange to me that he was the only one there the Almas didn’t touch. Not a scratch. Why would they not kick the ever livin’ shit out of him like they did Blaze? No, something about that whole night with him didn’t sit right with me. And, after Rocco, my trust was reserved these days.
I took my seat next to Pops, needing a toothpick to keep my eyes propped open, I was so tired.
“Alright,” Rogue grumbled. “I know it’s early, but some shit couldn’t wait. Let’s do this, so I can get back to Maya, and back to my bed.” A few of the guys whistled at the implication, making Trista narrow her eyes at them. I wouldn’t want to think about my parents fuckin’ either. “First order of business, we need to consider patching in our prospects. Anyone want to weigh in on the matter? Lay it out now.”
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I got some concerns about Cruz. Somethin’ don’t sit right with that kid. I feel like he’s hidin’ shit.”
Ryder’s head popped up at my statement, while Trista lowered hers, not meeting my eyes.
“I talked to him about being at Paige’s house,” Ryder explained. “He swears Blaze called him and told him to go.”
I eyed Trista. “Well?”
She let out a breath. “He doesn’t remember calling or needing the kid there, but that concussion was nasty. I guess he could have, but there’s no way to know for sure.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, still not convinced.
“Well, why’d they leave him alone, but not Blaze?”
Ryder shrugged. “He says he’d just gotten there. Blaze was already out cold.” He paused, sighing. “I get where you’re coming from, but he’s a good kid. I vouch for him.”
“Does anyone else have any concerns with Cruz?” Rogue asked.
No one spoke up. I squeezed my eyes, rubbing the heels of my hands over them. “Shit. I don’t know. Maybe it ‘s all in my head, and I’m paranoid after everything that’s happened.”
“What about Blaze? Anyone have any issues they want to voice?” Around the room, heads were shaking. “Alright, then. We vote. All in favor of patching in Blaze, say ‘aye’”
The vote was unanimous.
“And Cruz?”
Once again, everyone agreed. When the vote came to me, I hesitated, feeling the weight of Ryder’s stare. I wanted to trust the kid, but something ate at me. After a pause, I answered.
“Aye. But let me just say that I’ll be the first to rip that patch to shreds if I find out he’s lying to me, or had anything to do with hurtin’ my girl.”
Ryder gulped and nodded before Rogue continued. “Alright! Go bring them in, and tell them the good news!”
Ace stood, opening the door and whistling like he was calling a dog. “Yo! Let’s go, you two!”
Blaze and Cruz wandered in, looking confused.
“Take those vests off, boys!” Rogue yelled, balling his fists. Both of their eyes went wide. I covered my mouth to hide my snicker. They thought they were in trouble.
“Did… did we do something wrong?” Cruz asked.
“Fuck yeah you did,” Rev answered in a growl. He was gonna fuck with them. I could see Trista tryin’ hard to keep a straight face too. “You boys ain’t fit to be wearing those vests anymore. Neither of you. Not after last night. And definitely not after what we decided this morning.”
Blaze’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “But we didn’t…”
Trista burst out laughing, and the gig was up. Everyone else started laughing too, not able to take it anymore.
“You’re in!” she announced, throwing her arms around Blaze. “Ace, get these two their new patches!”
Both Cruz and Blaze broke out in huge smiles, letting out sighs of relief. “You scared the shit out of me!” Blaze said. “I am so going to make you pay for that later,” he half-whispered in Trista’s ear.
“You promise?” she winked.
“Alright, alright!” Rogue roared above the fray. “Enough. We celebrate later. Blaze, you keep that shit to yourself. She’s my daughter, for fuck’s sake.”
B
laze lowered his head, apparently having forgotten in all the excitement. “Sorry, Rogue. But I guess this means the cat’s outta the bag?”
“About you and my daughter? Well, hell, I might be old, but I ain’t blind.”
Blaze held out a hand and Rogue shook it adding one more thing. “You hurt her and I’ll kill you. I’ve got lots of bodies buried in places no one will ever look.”
The room grew quiet; everyone knew he wasn’t kidding. Blaze just nodded.
“Well then, we have a few more items to go over,” Rogue continued. “Pops? You wanna take the floor?”
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