“Skeet.” A needy moan escapes my lips.
“What do you need, baby?” he murmurs, bypassing the place where I ache most for him and beginning a slow perusal of my other leg.
I bite back my screams of frustration. “For you to not be a tease.” He chuckles against my skin, and my core pulses with need. “Skeet, please.” I’m not above begging. Not if it’ll give me what I need. “I can’t wait. It’s been ages since I had sex, and I need you inside me now.”
“Shush, baby.” He shoves my soaking wet panties aside, pushing one finger inside me. “I know how to take care of you. There’s no rush. We’ve got all night.” He strokes my inner walls with calm, deliberate movements, and I lift my hips, urging him to do more, go faster. He chuckles again. “So impatient.”
“So would you be if you hadn’t had sex since the Dark Ages.”
He adds another finger inside me before stabbing me with a virile look. “I haven’t had sex since the Dark Ages. Not since before I met you. This is as painful for me as it is for you.” He straightens up, giving me full view of the tenting in his jeans. “I want you, baby. Badly, but the anticipation only heightens the enjoyment.”
“Sadist,” I hiss, and he smirks before adding a third finger inside me. I shriek, bucking my hips and moaning loudly.
“Fuck. You nearly made me come in my boxers. Those sounds you’re making are seriously turning me on.”
I prop up on my elbows as pressure starts building down below. “Obviously not enough, or your dick would be inside me already.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” he says, removing his fingers as I cry out in frustration. He presses his full body down against mine, kissing me passionately. “I won’t hold back any longer if that’s what you want.” I bob my head enthusiastically. His expression grows tender. “I love you, Blaire. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me your body is mine.”
“It’s yours. I’m yours. Now and always.”
He unclasps my bra and tosses it away. Then he hooks his thumb in both sides of my panties, sliding them down my body. When I’m spread before him, completely bare and wanting, he stands, making a big deal out of removing his boxers, but I don’t mind the show. Skeet was always lean and toned, but he’s ripped now in all the best places. His abs look like they’ve been carved into his body, and he has those V-shaped indents at either hip, which I love. The muscles in his thighs flex and roll as he crawls back over me. “It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime to make love to you.”
“I know.” I take his hand, pressing a kiss to his wrist. “I love you, Skeet. There are so many things I love about you, but the way you love unconditionally and with your whole heart is my favorite thing.” Tears glisten in my eyes as I hold nothing back. “My body, heart, and soul are yours for all eternity. I will never stop loving you.”
His mouth collides with mine, and he devours my lips as his hand moves between my legs. He rubs my clit with his thumb as I moan into his mouth. I hate to admit he’s right, but all this anticipation has only heightened my desire for him. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his butt and trying to move him where I most need him. His hard length presses against me, and warmth floods my pussy.
His lips leave my mouth, sliding down my body. He stops at my chest, paying my breasts lavish attention. Meanwhile, his thumb rubs me, stops, and then rubs me again. I’m squirming on the bed, moaning and writhing like a woman possessed. When his mouth covers my pussy and his tongue delves into my channel, I detonate, and it’s like a million fireworks exploding in my body all at once. I scream out his name, over and over, as I ride each heavenly wave.
I’m vaguely conscious of him rolling a condom on, and then he’s inside me, thrusting gently, letting my body acclimate to his feel. “Jesus, Blaire.” I brush my knotty hair out of my face to look at him. He’s magnificent. Like a Greek god with his long flowing mane and his chiseled torso, thrusting into me with a look of sheer pleasure on his face. Taking my legs, he rests them on his shoulders, quickening his pace. “You feel amazing, and I don’t think I’ll last.”
“Let go, baby.” I stroke his abs before moving lower, running my fingers through his thick pubes. “I want you to feel the same high I just felt.”
He rocks his hips into me more ferociously, never moving his gaze from mine as he toys with my clit. “I want you to come with me this time.” His abs glisten with sweat as he grinds into me, going faster and faster, and I’m riding a new crescendo. My hands move to my tits, and I knead them, rolling my nipples as I reach another peak. We climax together, and Skeet roars out his release, pumping into me relentlessly, over and over, until we’re both spent.
He gets up, disposing of the condom, before flopping down on the bed beside me. I cuddle into him, needing to feel his body against mine. We lie tangled in each other for a while, just holding one another without speaking, and it’s everything. I bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, bathing in the light of his love. No feeling is greater. “I love you, Skeet.” I kiss his lips softly. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, beautiful, and that was incredible,” he pants, grinning at me. “I’ve never experienced that, Blaire.” He pulls me up over him, and I feel him hardening underneath me again. His hands slide up my belly, locating my sensitive breasts. His touch is feather-like as he strokes me there, alternating from one breast to another. His erection is rock solid under my ass, and I grin. “Ready to go again?” He laughs, a deep full-bellied sound that resonates throughout me. “By the way, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, so you don’t have to use a condom if you don’t want to.”
“Me too. Well, the clean part.” He showcases a perfect set of teeth when he smiles, and I could stare at his gorgeous face all day long. “And I’ve never ridden bareback. I’m glad I saved that for you.” He positions me over his cock, and I slowly lower down onto his hard length. We both groan as I seat myself fully. Then I flex my hips and start a slow rocking motion. “It’s you and me, babe,” he whispers, taking my hand and placing it over his heart. “Forever.”
I don’t know how long we made love for or how many times we did it, but we eventually fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
I wake a while later, parched, and my mouth feels as dry as the Sahara Desert. I glance at the clock and it flashes five thirty-two a.m. Extricating myself from Skeet’s arms, I plant a soft kiss on his head before crawling out of bed. I grab his T-shirt off the floor and shimmy it on, tiptoeing out of the room and downstairs.
The shadowy form lurking in the kitchen startles me, and I shriek. “It’s only me,” Ax says from where he’s leaning back against the counter.
“You scared the shit out of me.” I flatten my hand over my beating heart, urging it to calm down.
“Sorry.” He smirks before his features soften. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I pad toward the refrigerator, trying to ignore the fact he’s bare chested and only in a pair of low-hanging sweats. “I’m thirsty.” I open the door and lean in.
He comes up behind me. “I’m betting all that sex worked up a thirst.”
“Shit,” I mumble, snatching a bottle of water. “I didn’t mean for anyone else to hear us.”
“I doubt even earplugs would’ve worked.” I hear the grin behind his words.
I close the door, attempting to maneuver around him. His body heat crashes into me, causing a new wave of desire to shoot through my veins. Seriously, Blaire?
“It’s why I’m up,” he whispers against my neck, thrusting his hips into me, leaving me in no doubt he meant the double entendre. “I was so turned on I couldn’t sleep.” My nipples stand to attention, poking through the thin material of Skeet’s shirt. “I debated whether to interrupt. To ask if I could join in, which is something I never thought I’d consider, but I was seriously tempted because that’s how badly I want you.” He places a kiss in that sensitive spot just under my
ear, and I shiver all over. “But I know that’s something you’ll never be comfortable with, so I restrained myself.”
I turn around, and he’s so close to me it’d take nothing to kiss him. I could just press my lips to his and pull his amazing body against mine. I could slip my hands under the band of his pants and stroke his thick erection, and—
“Blaire?” He steps back from me, and I want to cry out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come the heavy. I—”
“No.” I move back up in his space, placing one finger against his lips. “You didn’t. I was just imagining all the things I want to do to you, and I spaced out.” His shoulders instantly relax. “But you’re not wrong about the group thing. I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable with that.” Neither of us need to elaborate on the reasons why.
He nods. “That’s completely understandable, and we wouldn’t want to ever make you uncomfortable.”
A saucy grin spreads across my mouth. “Well,” I purr, tracing my hands over his impeccable pecs. “I am kind of uncomfortable now.” I push my pelvis into his, gyrating against his hard-on. “I have an itch that I need you to scratch.”
“You’re not sore?” he asks, his eyes flaring darkly.
“Nope,” I lie, pinching his nipple. I remember how he always liked that. His eyes darken to the point of almost black. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”
“How could I ever say no?” Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly lifts the shirt up my body, exposing me fully. The shirt is discarded on the floor along with his sweatpants. “For the record, I really wanted to kiss you earlier, but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop at just that, and I didn’t want to ruin your date with Skeet.”
He tenderly cups one of my breasts. “You should never doubt how much I want you.” He presses his body up against mine, holding me against him. “How much I need you.” He hugs me fiercely. “You changed me, Blaire, and there is no other living being on this planet I feel as connected to as you.” His erection presses into my belly, stirring my lust to new heights.
“I love how intense our bond is,” I whisper, running the tips of my fingers over his stubbly jawline. “And I would wait until the ends of time if you needed that.”
“I don’t need any more time, Blaire. I just need you.” He presses his hot mouth to mine, and we kiss leisurely, reacquainting ourselves with one another without any urgency. The feeling of his naked flesh flush against mine, the sensation of his lips gliding across my mouth, and the synchronized beating of our hearts reminds me of how much I’ve missed this, missed him. My hands start an exploration, roaming over the contours of his back and lingering on his delectable ass, and very quickly, our touches and kisses turn frantic. His erection stands up tall and proud, and I lick my lips, dropping to my knees and sucking him off just how he likes it.
“Blaire,” he growls after a few minutes. “I need to fuck you.” He helps me to my feet and then lifts me up, placing me on the counter. I shriek as my butt hits the cold, hard marble. Spreading my legs apart, he positions himself at my entrance. With huge tenderness, he drops his mouth to mine, kissing me softly and passionately.
It feels so incredible to be kissing Ax like this again. He has a way of devouring me that is intense and tender all at the same time. Winding his hands into my hair, he tugs me closer to him. “I need you to know something,” he whispers, biting gently on my ear lobe.
“What?” I rasp, squirming on the counter.
“I’ve wanted you as my girlfriend from the moment you reappeared, but I didn’t want to rush anything.”
“This doesn’t feel like rushing.”
“I know. It’s the way things are meant to be.” He nips at my earlobe. “You’re mine, Blaire. And that’s never changing. Ever.”
I grasp his face in my hands. “You’re mine, too. I want you so badly. And Skeet is more than fine with it. He wants things to revert to the way it was.”
“I’m not sure …”
I kiss him to shut him up. I don’t want anything or anyone to ruin this moment. Heath is an anomaly we don’t need to discuss right now. “I know.” I examine his face. “I love you to the ends of the earth, Axel Thorp, but only if you stop talking and fuck me like you promised.”
He grips my hips roughly, stretching my legs out even farther as he rubs his cock along my entrance. The loudest moan escapes my lips. “I never renege on my promises,” he says, edging slowly inside me. “And I’ve been counting down the days until my cock was buried inside your pussy again.” I clench around him, my body liquefying with his words.
“You feel so incredibly good, Ax.” I hold onto his shoulders, staring into his eyes, and he starts pounding into me. “Never stop fucking me like this. It’s exactly what I need to feel whole.” Ax never treated me like I was fragile or damaged, and his rough form of love helped heal some of my scars.
He remains true to his word, fucking me mercilessly until I’m coming around his pulsing cock, and then he’s spilling his warm cum inside me, and everything feels right with the world again.
Chapter Forty-One
Ax picks me up Monday night from my dorm, and my jaw drops as we step outside the building and I spot his Harley. “You brought your bike with you?”
“Heath and Skeet shipped it as a surprise.” Taking hold of my hips, he pulls me into his body. “You up for a ride?” He wiggles his brows, and a suggestive smirk appears on his face.
“I’m always up for a ride,” I tease back, stretching up to peck his lips.
“Blaire.” He whispers my name across my mouth, wrapping his arms firmly around my back. I lay my head on his shoulder, content to just hold him. He kisses the top of my head. “It’s so good you’re back, baby. I’ve missed this.”
I squeeze him tighter, and my heart skips to a new rhythm. “Me too, Ax.”
We set off a few minutes later, and I can’t keep the smile off my face as I cling to Axel’s back. It brings a whole host of happy times to the forefront of my mind. A light breeze swirls around my neck, raising my hair, and a deep sense of contentment settles into my bones.
In no time at all, Ax is pulling into the entrance of a nature park. He parks the bike and helps me off, removing my helmet and fixing my wayward hair. “This is my new favorite place to run. It’s not quite the same as the lake back home, but it’s close to campus, there’s a little creek and a clear path to jog, and it’s usually not that busy.”
“I already love it,” I exclaim, inhaling the minty, pine-fresh scent.
“Want to take a walk with me?” He holds out his hand, and I lace my fingers in his. We smile at one another as we start walking. “Do you still run?”
I nod. “Yeah. At least a couple times a week at the indoor track in the recreation center.”
“I come here early most mornings, so if you ever—”
“I’m in,” I say, cutting across him. “Running alone hasn’t held the same appeal since we ran together. I’ve felt lonely without you jogging by my side,” I truthfully admit.
He raises our conjoined hands to his mouth, placing a kiss across my knuckles. “Same here, and I never thought I’d say that, but you changed something in me, Blaire.”
“You changed something in me too. You all did.”
We keep walking, chatting and catching up as we go, and an hour passes as if it’s minutes. When we reach a small area with a few picnic tables, Ax insists we take a break. He pulls two bottles of water out of his backpack and hands one to me.
“So, pre-law?” I ask as I unscrew the cap on my bottle. “How’s that going?”
“It’s good. I’m really enjoying it.”
I slowly sip my water as I contemplate how best to broach this subject. “Did your decision to study law have anything to do with your mom?”
He nods, drinking deeply from his bottle. I watch his throat work, and it’s a
mazing how much that simple action turns me on. Everything about Ax exudes raw sex and masculinity, and he might has well just reel me in now. “I visited her in prison last year for the first time ever,” he quietly admits, tossing the empty bottle into his bag.
“How did that go?”
“It was hard.” He stares at me with glistening eyes. “She’s aged in that place, and it’s so wrong. She doesn’t belong there, and I’m determined to get her out. That was the initial motivation behind wanting to be a lawyer, but I also want to prevent other injustices from happening. To prevent others from going through what my mom, Griff, and me have endured. What you endured.”
I move over beside him, sliding my arm around his back. “You’re going to be an exceptional lawyer, and you’re going to free your mom. I just know it.”
He kisses me softly. “Thank you, and I’m not giving up until I do. I want her back home where she belongs.”
“Have you been back to see her since?” I look up at him.
“A couple times. It’s difficult because of the location, but I’m making more of an effort, and I write to her. She likes that.”
I smile. “I’m really glad you’re reconnecting with your mom, and she’s so lucky she has you fighting in her corner.”
“I told her about you.” He twists around, holding my face in his hands. “And I know she’d love to meet you.”
“I’d love to meet her too. I’ll go with you next time you plan to visit.”
“You’d do that for me?” He brushes his thumb along my cheek.
I lean my face into his palm. “Ax, I’d do anything for you. For all of you.”
He pulls me into his chest, cradling me close. “As we would for you.” He rubs his hands up and down my back before breaking our embrace and standing. “As much as I’d love to stay out here all night, it’s getting dark, and I need to feed you.” He extends his hand, and I let him help me up. “I know this fab little Italian place not far from here. You want to grab something to eat?”
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