Chapter 8

Axel

When Ainsley tells me that she couldn’t get the pill I feel punched in the gut. I know she isn’t the only one to blame right now and I excuse myself to have a smoke, so I don’t say something I shouldn’t. I may be an asshole ninety percent of the time but I’m a grown ass man and I handle my shit. I lean my head back on the brick building and try not to freak out. She might not be pregnant. I don’t need to worry right now. I light up a cigarette wishing it were a joint.  My cell phone vibrates from my back pocket. It’s my old man. I don’t want to talk to him right now but know I probably should.

I slide my finger across the screen “Yeah.”

“Hate to do this over the phone but just got a call about that kid you fucked up. He woke up this morning.”

“That’s good news though isn’t it?”

“It would be but, he’s dead.”

“What do you mean he’s dead?”

“Just what I said. He woke up and said something then he went into a seizure and suffered cardiac arrest. They haven’t formally charged you yet, but, son, it’s coming.”

I grip the phone. “How much time am I looking at?”

“Five years but maybe two because you have a clean record, but because of who he is and who we are, they are going to throw the book at you. I think it’d be best if you don’t come home until we know more. It’d kill your mother to see you arrested.”

“Yeah. Tell everyone I said Merry fucking Christmas.” He ends the call promising he will do all he can for me. I know the score. I know how I am and how the world sees me except for Ainsley. I stare at her through the window as she twists her fingers into knots looking on the verge of tears. She sees me for who I am. She sees beyond my cut and I hardly know her. A million thoughts race through my mind as I snuff out my cigarette and walk back into the diner. My food is on the table, but I am not much in the mood for eating and I request a to go box.

Ainsley thinks I am being quiet on the drive back to the house because she didn’t get that pill but all I can think is I am about to go away for a long time.

She pulls into the driveway and I follow her inside. She puts my food in the fridge and I pull her down onto the couch with me. My hand moves to her cheek and my mouth is on her lips. Right now, I don’t want to think, and I seem to be able to forget when I look at her. She’s young, wild, and free. Everything I was hours ago. I would never admit it to anyone, but the thought of prison scares the shit out of me. I won’t have shit waiting for me by the time I get out.

Ainsley pauses, breaking the kiss. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Is it because the pharmacy was closed?”

I shake my head and I lie to her because I am an asshole. “Don’t worry about it. If it comes down to it, I’ll be by your side every step of the way. We’d make a beautiful baby,” I tell her, moving my hand to her hip. She stares intently into my eyes and I push my guilt to the side and allow myself one last guilty pleasure. Her body presses into mine, her tongue is down my throat, and my hand moves inside her pants. My only desire right now is to get lost inside her. I’m already going to hell what’s one more mistake.

“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I suggest, leading her away from the living room and up the stairs. As soon as I get her in the bedroom my mouth and hands are back on her, taking in her beauty, enjoying all she has to offer an outlaw like me. She’s captivating. I kiss her soft and slow, rolling my tongue in her mouth, exploring every inch of her. Memorizing the sensations because before long the memory of tonight will be all I have left to look back on.

My phone vibrates, and I see that it’s Coralie. She’s probably upset about Jacob. I should care about her feelings but she sure as fuck didn’t care that this whole situation was her fault. I Pull away from Ainsley long enough to slide my thumb across the screen and hit the camera button as I accept the call. I place the phone on the dresser using the stand on the back of the protective case to give Coralie a Merry Christmas from me to her. Fuck her. She didn’t give a shit about me. Ainsley is too caught up in the moment to notice at first as she pulls my shirt over my head. I smirk as I turn my head to the side to see Coralie’s tear streaked face watching us via video chat unable to look away. I flip her the finger and she ends the call.

I grab Ainsley by the hips and push her against the wall. Her lips are on my ear as I slowly roll the t-shirt up and bring it up over her head. I grab the back of her ponytail and bring her mouth to mine as I work on getting her out of her pants. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I got condoms at the gas station, but at this point I don’t think it matters.” I don’t give her a chance to respond. If this is my last time with a woman before I go in, I want to feel her skin to skin as I bury myself deep within her walls.

“Axel,” she breathes out my name like a prayer.

“Shh, baby, no talking.” I silence her as I drop to my knees and pay worship to her body. My mouth is on her as my fingers grab her tight by her ass cheeks. I’m going to leave my mark all over her. I nip and suck the skin by her navel, leaving a trail of hickeys down to her pussy. Her fingers slide through my hair as she moves toward my mouth grinding her pulsing clit into my tongue. Her slick heat coats my tongue as she explodes under my touch. Her legs shake, threatening to buckle as an orgasm rocks through her. I suck her pussy harder, refusing to let her quit on me now, teasing at her forbidden hole with my thumb. She gasps, loving the sensation, digging her nails in my scalp. It’s a pity I won’t get to fuck her there too.

We move to the bed and I direct her to go on all fours, positioning her face down and ass up. With a hand pressing down on the back of her neck, I thrust inside her. Her knees slide on the bed. I coil an arm beneath her waist and pull her back, impaling her on my dick. I go back on my calves, my mouth on her neck, one hand on her clit as we move together.

Rolling around on the bed we change positions, pushing our bodies to the limit. I take her sideways like we are a pair of scissors. We’re sweaty and breathless as I pump into her like I don’t have a fucking care in the world. I know I should pull out, but I don’t. I love how good she feels when I spill my seed inside her.