Axe's Fall(42)

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."