Axe’s Fall(3)

Axe shrugged.

“It was right before you and your mother moved from Evergreen Lane. How old were you? About fifteen?”

“Sounds ‘bout right.”

“How is your mother doing?”

Axe didn’t want to answer any more questions, especially about his self-absorbed mom. All she ever cared about was finding a man. If she could keep one, Axe would be shocked. It was like his mom fed off male attention. After his dad had ditched the family when he was nine years old, Axe had been taking care of his mom and fending for himself. Strung out on prescription drugs most days, and lamenting over her sad life, she didn’t have the time or energy to include her son.

“Fine.” Axe yanked his arm from Mrs. Keary’s grip. “Gotta go.”

“Promise me you’re going to dance with me. Just one dance.” She batted her cheap, false eyelashes.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can show you. It’d be for old times’ sake, you know?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You’re not being very friendly. You’re hurting my feelings.”

Axe narrowed his dark eyes. “That’s too bad, but I don’t give a fuck.” He smiled thinly when her eyes widened in surprise. “See ya.” He turned around and went in search of his table.

Before he reached table eight, he heard the ringing of the dinner bell telling the guests to take their seats. Axe plopped down on his chair at the table for ten and stared at the tissue paper flowers and bells in the centerpiece. A basket of rolls, small packets of butter, and two silver gravy bowls containing salad dressing were on the table. Not giving a damn whether it was proper or not, Axe grabbed a roll, buttered it, and took a large bite out of it. As he chewed, his table filled up. People introduced themselves to him, and he cursed Derek for making him a part of this hokey shit.

The wait staff placed plates of mixed greens in front of the guests, and Axe drenched his salad in creamy Italian dressing. As he placed a forkful in his mouth, she slipped in the empty chair across from him. Seeing her in front of him in all her beauty and ripeness took Axe by surprise. His throat tightened, making him cough.

“Are you all right?” one of the guests at his table asked.

Nodding, he tried to stop choking. I must look like a fuckin’ idiot with watering eyes and red face.

After gulping down some water, his throat finally stopped seizing, and he looked at her from under hooded lids. Her gaze met his as he took in her beautiful hazel eyes. For a few seconds, he gaped, losing himself in her stare and feeling like a fucking teenager. She smiled at him—perfect white teeth with a tiny glimpse of pink tongue. How he wanted that tongue on his body, her Cupid’s bow lips fitting perfectly around his cock.

“Hi,” she said in a smoky voice.

Fuck! “Hey,” he replied, still unable to take his eyes off her.

“It was a nice ceremony, don’t you think?” She brought her wine glass to her lips and took a sip.

Not as nice as the image of your lips parted open and moaning as I lick your pussy. “Yeah. It was cool.” Axe continued to hold her gaze until she shifted her eyes to the centerpiece, a light red blush staining her cheeks.

“Who do you know? The groom or the bride?”

Axe threw her a half-smile. “Groom. You?”

“Bride.” Her laughter was sultry, even though he could tell she was nervous by the way she kept smoothing down the tablecloth.

“You’re very pretty.” His eyes moved to her mouth, then slowly made their way down to her peek of cleavage.

“Oh. Thanks.” The woman turned to the older gentlemen beside her. “Can you please pass the pepper?”

Before the man could react, Axe stood up, leaned across the table, and handed her the pepper shaker, his hand touching hers. A spark lit and blazed through him, and he raised his eyebrows as she gasped, staring boldly into his dark gaze. Fuck me. What was that?

“Thanks,” she mumbled, then averted her eyes, breaking the intensity of the moment.

“No problem.” He smiled, loving the way she absentmindedly doused her salad with pepper then choked when she took a bite. Yeah, he was making her nervous. The way she bit her lower lip was sexy as fuck, and the perpetual blush on her neck and cheeks was turning him way on. Before the night was over, he’d have to have his cock in her pussy, which he bet would be wet and sweet.

Throughout the rest of dinner, they checked each other out. By the time the table was cleared, Axe sported a rock-hard dick, straining against his zipper. He was ready to grab the vixen by her hair, slam her down on the table and fuck her like a wild animal in front of all the wedding guests. Never had he experienced such an urge to bang one particular woman.