Axe's Fall(41)

Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, "I've missed you, babe." His breath tickled her skin.

"Me, too," she said, kneading his solid biceps.

"Missed your smell and your taste." His deep chuckle reverberated through her, coming to rest between her legs.

"You done with the kissy-face shit? We got some stuff to discuss," Throttle said.

Baylee's face burned and she pulled away. "Cara wants me to meet the other women. I should go."

Axe said in a low voice, "I'll come get you when we're done." He patted  her ass, and his touch scorched her. At that moment, she needed him bad.

As she passed three large grills, she waved at Banger who stoked the  glowing charcoals. He tilted his chin to her, his blue eyes sparkling.

When she found Cara again, Baylee smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry about that."         

     



 

"No reason to apologize. Let me introduce you to everyone." Cara pointed  to two older women who were setting up the picnic table with  condiments, plates, and utensils. "This is Doris and Marlene. Ruben is  Doris's husband, and Billy belongs to Marlene. The women opening the  chips are Sofia-she belongs to Tigger-Emma, who is with Danny, and  Lacey, whose husband is Bruiser. Finally, you have Addie and Cherri."  Cara walked over to the two women who were seated on the picnic bench.  "Chas is Addie's husband, and Jax is Cherri's man."

"I'm sure I'll have to ask everyone's name again," Baylee said, her brow creasing.

"No worries. Ladies, this is Baylee, Axe's woman."

The women welcomed Baylee then handed her a beer.

"Can I help with anything?" she asked.

"Not right now. When we're ready to eat, you can help put the food out on the table," Cara said.

"Did you make all the food?" Baylee inquired as she popped a tortilla chip in her mouth.

"We all brought something," Cara answered.

"Cara always brings a taste of Italy," Addie joked. "Banger is crazy for  her sausage and peppers, so we always have that at family gatherings."

"Banger loves to eat good food, and I keep telling Hawk that the woman  who catches him will do it through her cooking," Cara said.

The women laughed.

"I don't know if he wants to be caught," Doris retorted. "He and Grace were tight. I think he still misses her a lot."

"He's lonely since Kylie went away to college. Having a nice woman  around will do him good." Cara walked over to where Baylee, Cherri, and  Addie sat.

"And what does Hawk have to say about your matchmaking mind?" Addie asked.

"To keep out of it." Cara looked at the women. "So that makes me want to do it for sure."

They all busted out laughing.

Comfort enveloped Baylee as she sat among the group of women who made  her feel as though she were one of them. She could get used to spending  time with them. She could even see herself becoming friends with Cara  and Addie.

A cute blonde girl toddled over to Baylee and set a bright purple pony with electric green hair in her lap.

"Oh, how pretty your pony is," Baylee said as she picked up the toy. "You're pretty, too. What's your name?"

"Paisie," the toddler said then ran back to the white-blonde seated next  to Addie. The little girl put her head in the woman's lap, peeking out  to watch Baylee.

"Is she your girl?" Baylee asked.

"Yeah. Her name's Paisley, but we call her Paisie." She stroked her daughter's hair.

"Is this your baby, too?" Baylee pointed to a baby's carrying case.

"No, she belongs to Addie."

Addie smiled and pulled the mosquito netting away. The pink-cheeked infant with a patch of red hair looked like an angel.

"She's beautiful," Baylee murmured.

"Thanks. This is our special little girl. My miracle. I didn't think I  could have kids, but here she is." Addie leaned over and grasped her  daughter's tiny hand, kissing her fingers. "Her name is Hope. Even  though she has my red hair, she has her daddy's dark eyes."

"How'd you ever get Axe to calm the fuck down?" Cherri asked as she watched Paisley play with two other small children.

The question took Baylee back. "I don't know. Has he slowed down?"

"Yeah," they all said.

"I love it! Axe was always giving Chas crap about us going out, and now  he's joining the ranks. Too much." Addie covered her mouth as she  laughed heartily.

"I love watching this," Cherri agreed. " ‘Bout time he settled down. Jax's been having so much fun with all this."

"Chas, too." Addie and Cherri both chuckled.

Afraid to ask, Baylee said, "How was he before?"

Before anyone could answer, Cara said, "Lost. Now he's found you. It's good."

As Baylee spoke with the women, she was very aware of Axe nearby. Even  though he talked with his buddies, drank beer, and played horseshoes,  his eyes were on her, building her arousal.

Banger, Ruben, and Bruiser signaled the grills were hot, and they began lining them with burger patties, brats, and steaks.

"Time to set the food on the tables," Cara said.

Baylee jumped to help. Bending over an ice cooler, she jerked when a  hand curled around her bare waist. As she was lifted, the scent of Axe  filled her nostrils. He smelled purely male, leather and motor oil and  fresh air. A single shiver rode her spine.         

     



 

He held her back against his chest, his hard length poking at her butt.  Feathery kisses around her shoulders brought goosebumps to her skin.

"Come on," he commanded, taking her wrist and dragging her behind him.

"I have to help the women. Cara asked me to," she balked.

"Fuck that. Cara knows the score. They all do."

He took her to the other side of the park in the middle of a cluster of  pine trees, their boughs laden with long, thick needles. Pushing the  branches aside, they entered a hidden space surrounded by the trees.  Inside, it was cool as the branches overlapped, forming a roof, while  the sun filtered thinly in.

Before Baylee could take it all in, Axe had her back against a tree  trunk, his mouth on hers, his tongue charging in. She welcomed the  swirls of his tongue as he consumed her mouth, the flaming touch of his  fingers as they slid under her short jean skirt setting her on fire. Her  large breasts brushed against him with each breath she took, her  nipples hardening at the contact. She'd missed him so much.

She gasped when his hardness jutted against her. He pulled back, their  eyes reflecting one another's desire. Placing her fingers on his crotch,  he winked and said huskily, "See what you do to me?"

She held her breath and listened over the pulse booming in her ears. His  voice, his touch, his scent-the very feel of him-sent her reeling, and  she pressed closer to him, trying to fuse their heat together.

"How do you make me think of you all the time?" he rasped as soft nibbles glided across her shoulder.

She moaned, squirming under his mesmerizing touch, her panties dampening.

His mouth moved from her shoulders upward, capturing her bottom lip with  his teeth before kissing her hungrily. Axe slid under her panties,  parted her swollen lips, and pushed his finger deep inside her wet slit.  Baylee instinctively ground against his hand, gasping from sweet agony.

"Is it good?" His voice was hoarse with unfiltered lust.

"So good," she panted.

"I love it when you're wet. It tells me how badly you want me."

She clenched her fingers in his hair. "I want you bad."

With his other hand, Axe shoved her tank top up and unclasped the front of her bra, her heavy breasts popping out.

"Beautiful," he said as he played with her nipple, tweaking then tugging it.

When he took the stiffened bead into his mouth and sucked it, electric  shocks coursed from Baylee's tightened buds straight down to her pulsing  sex. Strangled yelps of pleasure passed through her lips, and she dug  her fingernails in his back. Urgently, she grabbed at the hem of his  t-shirt, pushing it up so she could feel his skin on hers. Pulling back,  he whipped off his shirt and she leaned forward, licking his tattoos  before flicking his nipples with the tip of her tongue. A feral growl  broke from him and he spun her around, placing her hands on the tree  trunk.

"Bend over," he ordered.

He pushed her skirt over her hips and moved her red lace panties to the  side as he spread her legs wide, exposing her ass and pussy to him.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"I want it raw," she said as she wriggled her ass against his erection. "Are you clean?"

"Yeah," he panted, and she heard the whir of his zipper as he opened it. "You protected?"

Swallowing, she tried to speak, but her nerves were a thousand circuits of desire zig-zagging through her. She nodded instead.

"I've been wanting this for four fuckin' days, babe. I don't know what  you've done to me, but I'm addicted to you-your taste, your scent, your  pussy. I need you like an addict needs a fix." As he spoke, he rubbed  her clit, her sweet spot growing rigid with each stroke, slick with  need.