Chapter 5

Ainsley

Axel moves inside me hard and deep, thrust after relentless thrust. He isn’t my first, but he is my second. I used to mess around with the son of one of my teachers at school until she caught us and stopped allowing him to come to school property. But still, Axel is the first man I have given myself to and he is beyond a doubt a skillful lover. His full attention is on me and my pleasure while he seeks out his own.

We roll over so that I am now on top. His large hands hold my hips, guiding the pace. I roll my hips forward and circle them from side to side as I bounce on his thighs. He gazes into my eyes, making me feel beautiful and wanted. Not discarded like the rest of the world has. I grind down on him, feeling the pressure of my impending orgasm starting to build.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me running his hand through my hair and caressing my face. I throw my head back, high on his words and drunker than I care to admit off that one gulp of moonshine. I close my eyes and he sits up, hugging me to his sweaty chest. “Eyes on mine,” he demands, pressing me back down to the floor and taking control again.

My legs hook around his waist, my ankles locking together, keeping him right where I want him. Warmth flows through my body as he pushes harder. His arm grabs under my knee, forcing me to unlock my ankles, bringing my leg up on his shoulder as he drives into me with punishing force. “God, you feel so good,” he rasps as I buck my hips and arch my back up off the floor. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” I hiss, not wanting to lose the momentum. “Fuck me. Axel.” I take control of the moment, grabbing his hip and pressing up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust until I feel like I am shattering into tiny shards of glass.

Axel grunts and shudders on top of me, he goes to pull out, but I stop him. I lock my legs around him, wanting to feel his release. His cock twitches inside me and his mouth comes down on mine. He nips my bottom lip and starts to move inside me again. “Go big or go home, right?” he growls into my mouth, his tongue entwining with mine as I milk him dry.

Minutes later, he lays next to me, heavy breaths and the crackling of the fire the only sounds passing between us outside of the thumping of our heartbeats. Christmas lights twinkle around us giving the room a soft glow. I lay next to him on the brown furry rug, not knowing what to say but not wanting whatever is happening tonight to end. He pulls me to him, placing my head on his chest. His lips find my forehead. “You’re crazy, you know that, don’t you?”

 I smile and trace the lion’s head that is tattooed on his chest with my finger.

“So…” I trail off not knowing what it is I want to say to him, but I feel like I should say something. “I gotta pee,” I blurt out and roll my eyes at myself. I am so damn lame.

He chuckles and moves his leg off me, so I can get up. I raise up off the rug to stand, feeling his fluid run down my leg and panic sets in of what I just did. Rushing to the bathroom I am feeling like an idiot. I relieve my bladder and turn on the shower. I step under the spray of the water questioning my actions.

I feel crazy.

So out of control.

Before I would have been scared to death of my father finding out and locking me away for twenty years but now, I am free to live my life however I choose to. Tomorrow morning first thing I’ll go to the nearest pharmacy and get Plan B. I was impulsive tonight, but it won’t happen again.

As I am telling myself that it won’t happen again the bathroom door opens, then the glass door to the shower. I know it’s Axel without turning around. If this were a horror movie, I’d be dead right now, but it’s not.

Neither of us speak as he steps under the second shower head on the opposite wall. I try to focus on washing away my sin, but I can’t keep my eyes off him. He’s…well the man is beautiful. His body is all muscle and decorated in amazing ink. The attention the artist put int the details is unbelievable. Whoever did them must be insanely talented. His left bicep is adorned in skulls and roses. His right has a gorgeous cross. I know he feels me studying him, but he doesn’t appear to mind.

Axel finishes his shower and grabs a towel from the rack as he steps out. It’s weird but I find his silence oddly comforting. Like we both got what we needed and now we can part ways. I stay in the shower until the water runs cold and my skin is all shriveled up on my hands.

I realize I don’t have any clean clothes of my own to wear and wrap a towel around my body. I move through the downstairs bedrooms searching for something to sleep in. How is it possible there are no clothes in any of the closets or in any of the dresser drawers? Maybe I will have better luck upstairs. I check the room I have claimed for myself but come up empty.  I’m beginning to feel chilled from my wet hair dripping down my back.

I try the next room and nada. The third room I open the door to Axel standing in what appears to be the master suite. His back is to me and I get a glimpse of his tattoo before he turns to face me. There’s a huge skull wearing a crown on his back. Its creepy and cool as fuck.

He has a weird expression on his face.

“What?” I huff, not in the mood for games. I’m cold and tired.

“You lied to me earlier.”

“And?”

“Tiny Leone was your father,” he states coolly.

I fold my arms across my chest. “And the sky is blue. What’s your point?”

He purses his lips, twisting the bottom one between his fingers. “No point. Just curious.” He takes a discarded photo frame from the dresser and hands it to me. “You were a cute kid.”

“Thanks.” I swipe it from his hand and smile to myself. It’s a picture of my dad and me from about seven years ago. I was ten and he had taken me to the stable at school to ride. It was father’s day. “Did you…were you the one who killed him?”

A smile flickers on his face and his lip twitches. “No. I didn’t have the honor.” His words slice through me. They shouldn’t I know my father was bad and he was hated and feared by many but hearing the words from the mouth of the guy you just fucked messes with your head. He gives me a soft look. “Don’t take it personally. He did some fucked up shit to my family.”

I nod. “Are you a Devils Rejects member?”

“Nope.” He pops the p and grabs his pack of cigarettes.

“Smoking is bad for your health,” I tell him.

He places the cancer stick between his teeth, cups his hand around the lighter and ignites. A ring of smoke moves toward me and I fan my hand in front of my face. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t, Ainsley.” The way he says my name I take it he means he regrets sleeping with me.

“Okay…then. I’m just gonna find something to sleep in and I won’t bother you again.” I don’t even know why I am upset. I rub the back of my hand over my eyes in a poor attempt to hide the tears as they start to fall. “Good night, Axel,” I choke the words out and start out the door.