CHAPTER SIX
Axe
The three of us hung around for a bit. Then I sent Calvin outside to watch the house. He went with no resistance, not even a hint of disappointment on his face. Maybe he would work out. That was good because we needed new members, and good ones, at that.
She had a kid. That came as a fucking shock. It shouldn’t have changed anything but for some weird as fuck reason, it did. It wasn’t like I was really going to hurt her before, and even though I had pulled my gun, I knew I wasn’t ever going to use it. It was simply a scare tactic. She didn’t need to know that, though. And the fear in her eyes was something I couldn’t forget. It shouldn’t have made me feel the things I felt, but it did. And there was no denying it to myself. Though, I was pretty sure I was the only one who could tell that it invoked that kind of response.
Shit. I needed to get the hell away from her for a bit, only I couldn’t. I had a job to do and a club to protect. I was just going to have to sit there, grin and bear it, and fucking find out what I needed to as fast as possible.
Since the sun had gone down a while ago, parts of the house were still dark. I sat on the couch as she busied herself trying to figure out all the switches for the lights in the house. I could have helped her out, but I didn’t want to let her know I knew the layout of this place that well.
She didn’t let the kid out of her sight for even a second. In fact, she’d spent the last two hours with him on her hip. I knew her arms and back had to have been tired but I didn’t dare say anything. I understood the need to keep him close. She was his mother and a decent mother would do anything to protect their child. And so far, she seemed like a good mother.
I cut the thoughts off about my own mother as they tried to snake their way into my mind. It wasn’t the time to deal with my issues. Truth was, there was never a time to deal with them. Maybe that was why I was so fucked up because I never really stopped long enough to let it all in and then let it out. No. I couldn’t let myself go there now.
I wanted to talk to her—no, I wanted to interrogate her, but I couldn’t with the kid around. So I hung out, for lack of a better term, hoping that the kid grew tired soon and I would have the chance to do exactly what I planned on doing when I had barged in here.
Finally, his little eyes grew heavy as she rocked her body back and forth. His tiny head started to bow down, finally coming to rest on her shoulder. Her eyes met mine with a fire behind them like she fucking knew what was to come. She was about to lose her buffer and I couldn’t help but to smirk at that. Her eyes went a little wide at the look on my face. Good, I wanted her to be shaking with fear.
“I need to, ah, put him down,” she said with a little strain in her voice.
“Alright,” I said motioning to the stairs, hoping she would get the hint that I was I screaming at her.
Brand was still lurking in the background. I knew I could handle this by myself, but for some reason, I kept him around. Maybe it was that I didn’t trust myself to be alone with her. I knew the clock was counting down and I was going to have to send him on his way soon. He needed to go back to the club so he could fill in Cal, who, no doubt, was about to have a heart attack waiting for some kind of info. Sadly we didn’t have much, but if Cal knew what was going on, I knew he’d be able to relax a bit.
She bent down, struggling to lift a big, bulky thing and keep the kid upright at the same time.
“I got it,” I said as I jumped off of the couch and picked up whatever the fuck it was.
She nodded and headed for the upstairs. I followed close behind, her sugary scent filled my nose and made my thoughts go to places it had no right to go to. She shouldn’t have smelled that damn good and I hated my body for reacting to it.
I hadn’t been deep in a pussy in a while and I blamed that as the reason why she was getting to me.
Yeah, Jessica had ended things between us months ago, and while I was no saint, the other club bitches didn’t really appeal to me anymore. That wasn’t to say that I had been on a dry spell all those months. Nope, not me. But I found the sex downright boring, even when I was able to let go a little.
She went to the right, leading me to the master bedroom. I glanced at the bed and a rush of filthy images clouded my head. I tried to control my breathing, but I knew I was doing a piss poor job at it. Fuck, this chick was throwing me off my game. I needed to reel that shit in and fast.
“Here,” she said, gesturing to the corner of the room furthest from the door.
Right, I was carrying something and I guessed she needed it set up. My only thought that this was some sort of sleeping area for the kid.
I dropped the thing to the ground and knelt beside it while she hovered just over my shoulder. I wasn’t worried about having my back to her, I knew she wouldn’t do anything while holding the boy. I unzipped the thing and pulled out all the pieces. I had no clue what I was doing, but I tried to look confident as I shook it out.
“No,” she said, sounding almost amused. “Push down on the bottom.”
I’ll be damned, that was a lot easier than I would have thought. She pointed to the part that had been wrapped around the whole thing and I unfolded it.
Ah, that goes in the bottom.
After it was all put together, she placed the little boy down, making sure she didn’t wake him. She brushed his hair from his forehead as she stared down at him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The calm I felt coming off of her in waves as she watched the sleeping boy seemed to seep into my soul.
“We need to talk,” I said breaking the silence because I couldn’t stand there and watch any longer. I couldn’t choke back the emotions that gripped me anymore.
“Hmmm, yeah,” she whispered. “Can you do me a favor? Can you go down and get the blue and white blanket out of the bag by the couch and the lion that is probably somewhere near that?”
“Yeah,” I said and my feet carried me blindly down the stairs to do so.
I found what she needed right away. As I rose from grabbing the lion that was halfway under the couch, I caught Brand’s stare.
“What?” I asked flatly, but my face held a scowl.
“Nothing,” he said meaning the complete opposite of what he’d said.
“Don’t start, asshole,” I nearly barked. Damn, I was losing my edge. It had been a long time since that had happened and by the look that he held on his face, he’d noticed. “Go back to the compound. Fill Cal in and tell him I’m staying here. Leave the prospect outside. He stays watch all night.”
“On it,” he said as he moved to the front door. “You got this?” he asked over his shoulder after he pulled open the door.
Of course I fucking had it.
Yeah, that was a huge lie. But instead of saying anything, I gave him a short nod without even looking at him. I knew that if I did, my face would give away my insecurity.
I ran the items back up the stairs and handed them to her. I watched with strained eyes as she neatly tucked the blanket around the sleeping child and placed the lion in the corner of the pen, almost like it was watching over him.
It hit me then that I didn’t know their names. I was sure she’d figured out mine by now given that it was written on my chest. Then again, she might not have been that smart. I had no idea. But something told me that she did, that she got more than she let on to and that bothered me just a little.
I could tell she was hesitating and I was tired of pussy footing around this shit.
“Let’s go,” I said low so I wouldn’t wake the kid.
She didn’t look at me as she scooted out the room and practically ran down the stairs. She headed for the kitchen, I imagined to try to busy herself with something and avoid me, but it wasn’t going to work.
I snagged her arm just before she made it to the doorway to the kitchen. She let out a tiny yelp. I used my body to pin her back against the wall, my arm resting right beside her head while the other pushed against her hip. She wasn’t going anywhere and the look in her eyes told me she knew she was trapped. But instead of cowering and showing me her fear, she turned her head away from me. I held back a laugh because I wasn’t going to make this easy on her and she could fight me all she wanted, in the end, I would get the things that I came here for.
My hand slid up her body, coming to rest between the swell of her breast and shoulder. I pinned her back as I studied her. She smelled fucking good. Her sweet scent mixing with the toxic smell of her fear. My pants suddenly grew tight and I almost wanted to feel bad about it.
I should have been asking her questions. I should have been pressing her for answers. But I couldn’t think about that as I stared at her long, slender neck. All I wanted to do was run my tongue up it and see if she tasted as good as she smelled. I wanted to bite and suck her tender flesh as my hand wrapped around her delicate neck.
And like a man possessed, my hand slid up further, coming to lightly wrap around the column of her neck. Her pulse quickened and I could feel her swallow hard against my palm. Bending down, I ran my nose against the soft flesh leading up to her ear as I took in a deep breath.
I had to stop. I knew I did, but for some reason, I couldn’t.
My thumb slid up, pushing her chin back and making her neck stretch under my hold.
“Look at me,” I said almost in a growl beside her ear.
Her face slowly turned as I pulled back to see her. It took too many painfully long seconds for her to drag her beautiful blue eyes up to mine. But when she finally met my gaze, I was fucking breathless. Everything in her look screamed want, need, desire.
Could it have been that she was as turned on by her fear as I was?
That should have stopped me in my damn tracks. That set alarm bells off in my head. Because if she was as wet as I was hard, then that could only mean one thing.
Hey, I knew I was completely fucked in the head, that was no secret to myself. I never once thought that I was normal, though sometimes I liked to pretend that I could be.
So my thought right then was what the hell happened to her to make her just as messed up in the head as me? That had to be the only explanation to why she had reacted that way.
Her lips parted and tiny pants of breath forced their way out of her mouth. All the blood rushed south, causing my brain to shut the fuck down and I realized that I was totally screwed right then.
She blinked at me, her head still tilted back and leaning against the wall, held there by my big hand wrapped around her neck. Fucking sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Reluctantly, my hand moved away from her throat. My fingers danced down her shirt, between her breast, over her stomach.
“You like that, huh?” I said and she remained very still. “Don’t want to answer me?”
Her body stayed plastered against the wall, her palms pressed flat on the unforgiving surface beside her legs.
“You don’t have to. I’m sure this sweet cunt will tell me all I need to know,” I rasped out as my hand slipped between her soft flesh and the waistband of her pants. I watched her, waiting for some red light that would snap me back into reality, but unlucky for me, I didn’t get one.
She wasn’t wearing panties and I could honestly say that I was a little shocked. The scent of her desire swirled around me and I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and lick her until she came.
My fingers circled her pussy, finding it drenched. I couldn’t wait another minute to feel how fucking tight she was. My finger pushed into her with an unforgiving force. Her body trembled as a strangled moan escaped her throat.
My palm worked her clit as I pumped my finger in and out of her. Without warning, I added another finger. Her eyes were heavy and I could see the smallest flicker of blue peeking out at me through the narrowed slit. She tried to fight it, but her body couldn’t. For some fucking strange reason, she was loving this and trying to prolong the end.
Well, shit.
Her juices soaked my hand as her hips started to rock against my fingers.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
Her whole body shook and I was worried that her legs would give out on her. Her pussy tightened and quivered against my fingers. It wouldn’t be long now. She was hot as hell right then and I couldn’t seem to look away. I wanted to take in everything. The way her breathy moans filled the air. Her sex hazed eyes. The blood pulsing in her neck.
It was all too much. My dick strained against my zipper and it throbbed intensely with the need for release. I knew I wasn’t going to get that though, and I was just going to have to push away the strong urge to bury myself inside her.
Her hands left the wall, one gripped on to my bicep, her nails digging into my skin. The other clutched the wrist of the hand I had buried inside of her. I could feel her nails tearing my flesh and it only made me pump harder and faster, but she wasn’t trying to pull me away. It was more like she was holding on for dear life. I focused on her, trying to distract myself from reaching down and grabbing my dick to relieve some of the pressure.
Thoughts of painting her with my cum came to mind and I’d be damned if it didn’t make me feel like I was going to blow my load right there in my pants.
“Oh, God!” she cried out and literally cried with it. I watched as her eyes squeezed shut, so tight that it forced the tear to slip down her cheek.
I couldn’t help myself, watching it fall felt like such a tragic waste. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I leaned down and licked against the fallen path. The saltiness hit my tongue, igniting a fire inside me that was uncontrollable. My fingers slowed their pace but continued to thrust in and out of her as her cream coated my hand and her orgasm waned.
I had never been so turned on in my entire life. I wanted nothing more than to relive this moment over and over again for the rest of my life.
Her eyes opened to look at me. I pulled my fingers out, trailing her cum up her stomach as my hand slipped out of her pants. I wanted to suck her sweet honey off of my fingers. I wanted to know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. But I didn’t, because I couldn’t let her know how much she affected me. I couldn’t let her think that this meant anything, even if it was by far, the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had. That was saying something, too, because I’d had quite a few of them.
So instead of licking myself clean, I wiped my hand on the leg of my jeans and stepped back like the whole encounter didn't mean a fucking thing to me.
“Now, you’re going to talk, bitch. And don’t fuckin’ try to lie to me,” I said in her ear.
Then I turned, walked over to the couch and sat down like I didn’t have a care in the world or the most painful hard-on ever. I didn’t have my eyes on her, but I knew I didn’t need to. Her son was upstairs and that meant she wasn’t going to try to run.