Chapter 4

Axel

I roll through the gates of the estate Hades, the Prez of the Devils Rejects said I could crash at until shit gets squared away with this merger between the BRRMC and DRMC. There isn’t supposed to be anyone here, but the place is lit up like the Griswold house in that Christmas movie my Mom loves to watch every year. I knock on the door, but no one answers. Twisting the handle, I throw the door open to find a sexy Mrs. Claus sliding across the floor coming straight toward me. I look up thinking maybe I am in the wrong house but am distracted by the sight of mistletoe. I smirk at the hot chick. She has gorgeous dark hair that rests on her shoulders in silky waves. Her breasts are spilling out the top of her red velvet Christmas dress.

Wrapping my arms around her waist I bring her into my chest, then slam my mouth down hers. I have no idea who she is but damn she is a pretty little thing. Her lips taste like bourbon. As I pull back and stare at her I am sure I have kissed her silly. I tell her merry Christmas and she says you’re welcome in response. I chuckle under my breath as she peers up at me with wonderment evident in her doe eyes.

Finally, she says, “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

I hold my hand out to her, cocking my head to the side and study her features. She has a tiny freckle under her right eye. “Name is Axel. I was told I could crash here and that no one would be here,” I explain, tempted to kiss her again.

“Well…you were told wrong. Did Stephanie send you to babysit me?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Don’t tell me you need a babysitter? How old are you?” I frown hoping she doesn’t say something crazy that will get my ass locked up.

“Old enough.” Her lips curve into a devious smile. “I’m here as a guest too, just for the holiday.”

Relief washes over me. I thought for a minute she was going to tell me that she’s the daughter of that piece of shit Tiny Leone. I know that bitch he was married to, Stephanie has guardianship over the girl, but no one has said much about her. “So, Stephanie a friend of yours or something?”

She rolls her lips inward. “Mhmm. You want a drink or something?” Her thumb hooks over her shoulder pointing behind her.

“Sure, but I brought my own.” I go out to the truck and grab my overnight bag and a jar of shine. I return to find the girl sitting in front of the fire, glowing like a damn angel tree topper. I drop my bag on the floor and take the seat next to where she is sitting staring at the flames. “How come you’re here all alone in this big house?”

Her left shoulder rolls and I get a glimpse down the top of her dress, seeing a hint of white lace covering her nipples. “I’m used to being on my own.”

“What you got a shit family or something?”

“Or something,” she whispers not looking at me.

I lean forward with my jar of moonshine. “Take a sip of this and you’ll forget all about whatever it is bothering you.”

“You sound like you know a lot about wanting to forget.” Her brown eyes meet mine, glittering with unshed tears. I don’t even know her but something inside me feels for her. There’s something so sad and yet beautiful about her.

Twisting the lid off, I hold the jar out to her. “Just a sip. It has a lot of kick.”

Her right brow lifts. “You aren’t just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, are you?”

I tilt her chin up with my thumb. “Babydoll, if I want inside you, I don’t need liquor to make it happen.”

Her eyes brighten and her lips curve into a coy smile. “Oh, you’re good. I gotta be careful around a man like you.” She accepts the jar of my family’s moonshine and takes a hearty swig that can bring even mean old bastard’s like Grim to seeing the backs of his eyelids.

“Better hold onto your panties,” I tease.

“I’m not wearing any,” she says, leaning up on her knees, bringing her mouth close to mine. The jar of moonshine falls from her hand, spilling onto the rug as our mouths fuse together.

Out tongues move together ignited with the passion of two lonely strangers brought together by a twist of fate. Her fingers move through my hair as the kiss deepens. We kiss sloppily, exploring one another’s mouth, our tongues brushing together. I was exhausted from the drive but now I feel refueled, driven by the urge to make her mine just for tonight. A chance to get lost in the comfort of a pretty woman who doesn’t think I’m trash.

I move from the chair to the floor with her. She pushes my cut off and helps me out of my pants as I lift my shirt over the back of my head and fling it straight into the fire not caring if we burn the house down. I stare into her brown eyes, tracing my finger between the valley of her breast. “What’s your name?”

“Ainsley,” she says. “Is Axel your real name?”

“Yup, born and raised.” Her finger moves to my mouth, silencing me.  I’m not going to argue. I don’t need any small talk either. I grin at her and suck her finger between my lips, raking my teeth along the soft skin. Ainsley removes her finger and trails it along my jaw and down my neck. Pushing her dress down, I reveal her perfect tits shrouded in white lace. Her skin is golden like honey and she tastes sweet like cinnamon. Bending my head, I capture a nipple in my mouth and suck it until it hardens into a point.

Ainsley continues tracing her fingers down my chest, running her hand over my abs. The fire crackles next us and being so close to the flames has sweat beading down my spine as I hover over this beautiful stranger. We escape from our troubles seeking shelter in one another. Our bodies rubbing together slick, hot, and needy.

As I kiss my way down her torso to her stomach, I tug on her striped tights, yanking them down over her hips and smirk seeing that she wasn’t lying. Ainsley doesn’t have anything serving as a barrier between us. Plunging two fingers inside her sweet heat I shut out everything and let the weight of what lies ahead slip away for the time being. 

I take pleasure in her soft moans as I continue to tease and please her. She reaches between us, stroking my length. We’re both more than ready but I want to taste her sweet pussy first. My fingers move to her clit, as I kiss her between her thighs. Her legs thrash beneath me as she wiggles and rides my tongue greedily. Her clit is pulsing to my touch and her nails scratch at my scalp as she tugs on my hair, while I’m burying my face nose deep in the heart of her desire, inhaling her scent, tasting her essence on my tongue. I need to be inside her. Feel her squeezing my cock in her tight velvety warmth.

I reach to my jeans and look in my wallet for a condom, my face falling when I come up empty.

“You got protection?”

“No,” she pants. “Don’t you?”

Frustrated, I growl with a shake of my head. I look over my shoulder to the kitchen and grin. My old man beat into my head to always practice safe sex. I leave Ainsley laying naked on the rug by the fire and use the only substitute I can think of—plastic cling wrap. This isn’t my proudest or smartest moment, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I return to her and she is trying hard to fight back her laughter and I shut her up with a kiss as I thrust inside her, long and deep. My tongue sweeps the roof of her mouth and her nails rake down my back, but this plastic wrap has to go.

Pulling out I rest my forehead against hers and question, “Are you on birth control?”

She bites her lip and tells me no.

“Fuck.” I look down at her tight body and my pulse is pounding in my ears. The need to get off wins out over my better sense. “I’ll pull out,” I promise, but I think we both know it’s a lie but are too caught up in the moment to care.