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Axe’s Fall(91)

By:Chiah Wilder


Axe came up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, moving her to the side. “That was sweet, babe. Now, stand away.”

In one fluid move, he punched Palmer right in the jaw. The blow knocked his opponent on the dirt. Shaking his head, Palmer jumped up and turned away. “Neither of you are worth it.”

“Stay the fuck away from me and Baylee,” Axe said in an icy voice.

Palmer walked away, disappearing into the crowd. The group of people who had stood around waiting to see a fight broke apart, wandering off in many directions. Baylee gazed downward, watching the tufts of grass shiver in the breeze.

“Get over here.” Axe gripped her wrist, yanking her against him.

Baylee nuzzled his neck, kissing him, her tongue flicking his earlobe. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear.

He placed both hands on the side of her face, her gaze latching onto his. “You are everything to me.” Then he kissed her savagely with his hot mouth, sending spirals of pleasure through her.

With his arm wrapped around her, Baylee leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked around the rally. Several women waved to Axe and, to his credit, he either ignored them or gave them a curt nod. When they sat at one of the tables under the oak tree, enjoying the coolness of the shade, Baylee took Axe’s hand in hers.

“You seem to know a lot of women,” she said, her heart pounding.

“I do.”

“It kind of bothers me,” she admitted.

“I get that. It’d bother me if you had a bunch of guys you knew flirting and waving at you. You gotta understand they don’t mean anything to me. We were only having fun. You’re the one who means something to me. We’re gonna run into chicks who fucked me. I can’t change that. It doesn’t have anything to do with us.”

“I know it’s your past, but there are so many. I guess I don’t like seeing the women you screwed because I know they’ve had the same things I do with you.”

His eyes bored into her. “Not true. What I had with them was just fucking. You and I make love. I hold you all night, and when you’re not awake, I fuckin’ watch you sleep. Don’t ever think I gave what we have to other women. I never have. You’re my woman. My love.”

Baylee jumped up and plopped in his lap, feathering kisses all over his face and neck. She wriggled against him, giggling when he blew against her ear. He captured her neck’s soft flesh, biting and sucking it while he caressed her thigh. She squirmed as shivers of pleasure zinged through her. As she jiggled her butt, she felt the bulge between his legs grow long and thick against her ass.

“You better stop all your fidgeting unless you wanna fuck against a tree again.” His thick voice caressed her from head to toe.

As he rubbed her thigh, her pulsing sex ached for him to touch her, enter her, and bring her over the top.

“I’m horny for you,” she whispered.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go back to the clubhouse. I can show you my room.”

“Won’t there be people there?”

“They’re all here. We’ll be alone for a few hours. Later, there’s a barbecue then the club party. That’ll be wild. Can’t wait to show you off to the visiting members.” He sucked her bottom lip while his hand slipped under her thigh.

Catching his glance, a sensual thrill rode her spine as she saw hunger blazing in his dark eyes. “What are we waiting for?” she rasped.

He scooped Baylee up then set her on her feet, tugging her along as they went to his Harley. Pressed against his back, the cool, early evening breeze rolled around her as they drove to the clubhouse.

The great room seemed different without the usual chatter of the brothers. Blade was behind the bar, making sure the liquor was in order for the club party that night. A few of the old ladies had also come back early from the rally to finish last-minute preparations for the family barbecue.

“The food smells fantastic,” she said as Axe led her by the hand to his room. “How many are coming to the party?”

Axe peeled off his t-shirt and kicked off his boots. “A lot, like a hundred, but that includes the women.”

Baylee looked around his room. It was simple with just a queen-sized bed, two tables, one desk lamp, a computer, one desk chair, one recliner, and a forty-two-inch flat-screen TV. The room did not show any markings of a home; the white walls were bare, and cheap plastic blinds covered the large garden-level window.

“How do you like my place?”

“It seems convenient.”

“It serves its purpose. Now, get your sweet ass over to the bed.”

“There must be mostly men at the party, since there’s only a handful of women in the club,” she said as she shuffled to the bed.