“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.