The tip of his dick against her heated slit threw her body in a tizzy; her legs stiffened, she held her breath, her nipples ached. Then he pushed inside, and her greedy pussy grabbed hold of him, encasing him inside her heated core.
He spoke low in her ear, cupping her tit and twisting her beaded nipple. "I want you begging for me to slam my hard cock into you."
Desire seared her every pore; his dirty-talking set her on fire.
"Tell me to fuck you hard. Harder than you've ever had it."
Baylee craned her neck and he looked down at her, black eyes smoldering, his full lips curved in a sensual invitation.
"I want your big dick fucking me. Do it now, please."
His low growl floated up to her ears.
Axe pulled out of her, and she watched as he looked at his cock glistening with her juices. Then his hungry eyes locked with hers as he slammed into her. His fingers dug into her hips, shoving in and out of her as she braced herself against the tree trunk, her tits bouncing and swaying.
"You are mine. Don't ever forget it." He slammed back into her. "You belong to me, and I'm never letting you go."
Breathlessly, she said, "And you are mine."
As he pummeled into her, the burning pleasure from earlier consumed her like a bonfire. Baylee's body screamed in savage ecstasy, her orgasm washing over her in searing waves of intense pleasure. With ragged cries, she tried to hold her quivering legs up while the burn of his seed filled her, his grunting pants echoing in her ears.
Axe pulled her torso tight against his, squeezing her as he breathed heatedly in her ear. "I fuckin' love everything about you, baby."
She placed her hands behind her, around his waist. Tilting her head back, she caught his gaze. "I've never met a man like you," she said softly.
He brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. "I love you. I'm your man, and I'll take care of you."
A warm glow flowed through her as her heart sang in delight. Swinging around, she placed her arms around his neck, her eyes shining. "I love you."
Then a kiss as tender and light as a summer breeze sent her soaring, and she relished the sweetness of it.
When they returned to the picnic, hand-in-hand and her hair mussed with bits of bark stuck in it, some of the brothers hooted and whistled. Axe laughed and Baylee turned several shades of red, but inwardly, she hooted and whistled louder than any of them. Axe loved her, and all was well.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The next morning, Axe's angry voice woke Baylee up. He sat on the edge of the bed, speaking with someone on the phone. Short seconds of silence, then his responses held a note of frustration. From where she lay, she noticed his clenched fist on the mattress, his knuckles white from the pressure.
"I'm done with this. Hangin' up now." He ripped out the words in a hoarse voice.
The discarded phone by his side, he sighed loudly then rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
"You okay?" Baylee asked softly.
Turning his head sideways, his gazed lingered on her mouth. "Yeah. Get over here, sexy." Clutching her wrist, he dragged her to the middle of the bed where he twisted and hovered over her, kissing her deep and wet. "Morning, beautiful." One lock of hair fell forward onto his forehead.
A bemused smile whispered across her lips, prompting him to hug her close to him.
"Who were you talking to? You seemed annoyed." She swept the lock from his forehead.
"My mom. She can be a pain in the ass."
Giving a small laugh, she asked, "What's she done this time?"
"I told you she's getting married. She's been bugging me ‘bout going, for some fuckin' reason. This is hubby number six, so why the hell she cares if I go or not is beyond me."
"Who's she marrying?"
"Fuck if I know."
Baylee's eyes widened. "You don't know who your mom's marrying?"
Axe shrugged. "I think she told me, but I tune her out most of the time, so there you go. It pisses me off that she wants to play ‘mom' in front of a bunch of people when she has no clue what it means to be a mom. Fuckin' irks me." He punched the mattress to drive the point home.
Bringing his fist to her mouth, Baylee kissed it. "You should probably go." She put her finger on his lips. "I know you're going to argue with me, but hear me out. Even though the two of you don't get along, she's still your mom, and you still talk to her, so that means you want some kind of connection with her. Sometimes we do things for people because it makes them happy and, in turn, it makes us feel better. Who knows, maybe this will bring you closer to your mom." Baylee looked away from Axe and studied the patterned curtains covering the large window.
Axe tucked a few tendrils of hair behind her ears. "You finished?" he asked softly.
She dipped her head.
His dark eyebrows slanted in a frown. "First off, babe, my mom wasn't a good mom like yours. She was shitty, at best. Secondly, I need a fuckin' scorecard to keep track of the men she's had in and out of her life since my dad split. And third, I'll feel pissed as shit going to her stupid-ass wedding, and her pretending we're so close and shit like that when it'll all be lies. I mean, who the fuck even has a wedding the sixth time? What a pathetic, delusional joke."
Baylee drew Axe against her and ran her fingers down his back. "I get that. If you don't want to go, then don't. It's hard for me to relate because there have been more times than I can count when I wished I had my mom around for special moments. But I adored my mom, and she was the best. You shouldn't do what makes you uncomfortable."
Axe drew his lips in thoughtfully, then let out a long breath. "I kind of need to talk with my uncle Max. He hasn't returned my phone calls, and he's never around when I go to his office. I know he doesn't expect me to be at the wedding since I've only gone to the first one." He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "I want you to go with me."
Baylee's face turned white and her insides quivered. How could she go to the wedding and come face-to-face with the man who'd been following her, making her petrified? "Me? I don't feel comfortable going to your mom's wedding. I don't even know her."
"You're going for me, not her. If you're with me, it'll make it tolerable. You're a part of my life. I want you to go." A big grin spread across his face. "We can find somewhere to fuck and pretend it's random." Light twinkled in the depths of his brown eyes.
She punched him lightly as her cheeks heated. "You're so bad. It'd be like an anniversary, right?" she joked.
He winked at her. "Fuck yeah. So, what do you say?"
She bit her bottom lip. Part of her recoiled at the thought of seeing his uncle, but she would be with Axe and all the other people. Maybe she'd learn why he'd been following her. Another part of her swelled with happiness that Axe wanted to take her to a family function. He wanted to tell his family that she was his, that they were together. The thought of being his made her toes curl.
"Okay. I'll go."
He squeezed her so hard, she could barely breathe. "Thanks, sweetheart," he whispered huskily.
Her insides tightened and a gush of pure joy washed over her. Damn, he's adorable. I'm so crazy about him. She had to be honest-he'd had her body from the first time they fucked. As hard as she tried to keep it only about pleasure and a summer fling, he'd begun to infiltrate her heart, and they'd officially professed their love for one another. With him in her life, nothing could harm her. Axe would take care of everything, and it would all be good.
The room phone rang on the nightstand, and she reached over then picked it up.
Logan's cheery voice greeted her, telling her that Gary wanted them to meet over at the site. "We can go together," he added.
"Since Axe has to report the progress to the club, he should be there, as well."
Logan groaned. "I don't think it's necessary. I'll take pictures of the progress, and you can drop them off at the clubhouse. You seem fond of the club." His tone was cold. "Anyway, I don't like him, and I know the feeling is mutual. I'm not comfortable around him."
"I think Gary would agree that Axe needs to be there."
A long pause ensued. Over the phone, she heard Logan clear his throat.
"Then I'll meet you there."
Click.
Baylee looked at her phone, shook her head, and muttered, "Men."
"Who were you talkin' to?" Axe asked as he sat up.
"Logan. We're meeting at the site."
"On a Sunday?"
"Yep, and you're coming, too."
"Wouldn't miss it. The club's been waiting a long time for this. They'll be stoked when I update them at our next church."
"Good. I'll be done in about fifteen minutes, then it's all yours. We'll take my car." When he opened his mouth, she said sweetly, "No arguments."