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.