Axel:A Bad Boy Romance(43)

Chapter Forty-One



He left. He just drove away with Hayden in the passenger seat. Marie  watched with open-mouthed horror as the car made its way down the dirt  road.



"What's happening?" Marie demanded.



Elizabeth stood next to her, but the old woman seemed rock solid. She  stood up a little straighter and swallowed. "I don't know, dear. We'll  just have to wait and find out."



"What?" Marie demanded. She took a step towards the door then paused.  Every thought was arguing with every other thought. She wanted to run  and hide all at the same time. He was already gone. He was down the  driveway. Should she follow him? She couldn't. Her car was back at the  mansion.



She ran to her bag and grabbed her cellphone. She called Axel but there  was no number. She texted him, but there was no response. From behind  her Elizabeth pulled the blinds shut and made her way through the  kitchen. She grabbed a spray bottle and a rag and she began to  meticulously clean the shining table.



"He's not answering," Marie said. She ran her hands through her hair;  she was near tears. She had no idea what was happening, but her  imagination was spinning out every nightmare scenario. "What if he's  going to confront Austin, my ex?"



Elizabeth paused for a moment in her cleaning and then looked up at  Marie before continuing. She said, "We have to wait. I know it's not  easy, trust me I know. But it would be foolish for us to leave this  house. We are safe here and we just have to wait for Axel to come back."



"I can't do that," Marie said.



"And what about your child in the other room?"



Marie closed her eyes. Cate, she couldn't leave without Cate and she  couldn't take Cate to Austin. Elizabeth was right. They had to wait. Or  Marie could run again. That was her only other choice. Take Cate and go.  But she had nowhere to go. Harskburg had been a miracle and she doubted  she would ever find another place that would be this good for her.



"Come here," Elizabeth said. She smelled of Pine Sol and it was oddly  comforting. Marie allowed herself to be led to the couch where she sat  down on the couch and rocked back and forth. "It will be all right,"  Elizabeth said.



"How do you know that?" Marie asked desperately. She wished she had  tried harder to stop Axel. She had just let him go. He could be shot,  his body never recovered. He could be beaten half to death. He could be  lying in a ditch somewhere crying out for help. Why had he gone?



"Axel knows what he's doing and he knows how to take care of himself. He  won't do anything foolish. He's hotheaded, but he's not stupid. He'll  come home. You just need to sit and wait."



Marie paced through the house. She went outside and paced around the  yard. Her hands grabbed at branches and she yanked leaves off trees in  her frustration. She went back through her mind going over every mistake  she had made that brought her here. She could have stopped this. This  was her problem and Axel was fixing it for her.



Finally, as darkness was setting a car came down the driveway. Marie ran  outside, her heart racing. In the darkness she couldn't see who was  driving the car. She shielded her eyes against the bright lights as her  eyes strained to see.



Then she saw him. Her heart began ramming against the walls of her chest  as she tried to remain standing. He was back. He was okay. A great  burden was lifted from her shoulders as she ran to him. She grabbed him  in a huge hug wrapping her arms around him. She could finally breath.  She could finally relax. Beneath her she felt him flinch and she pulled  away and looked up into his bruised faced.



"It's not that bad," he said holding up his hands. "It just looks bad."         

     



 



"It looks terrible," Marie said. "What happened?"



He filled her in as he walked inside. Together Marie and his mother  patched him up as he told them everything that happened. They put ice  over his cheek and gave him an aspirin for the pain. "It's really not  that bad," Axel said. "I've had training matches that have ended worse  than this."



"He was really arrested?" Marie asked as she wiped the dry blood from his face. "I can't believe it."



"Federal charges. He could go away for a long time."



"That's amazing," Marie said. It was all of her dreams come true. She  had always fantasized of going to police. She would press charges and he  would be found guilty and go to jail. She liked to imagine him in an  orange jumpsuit behind grey bars. Now it was really happening. She  wouldn't need to worry about him getting out any time soon.



Elizabeth went to bed, leaving Marie and Axel alone in the living room.



"I'm so mad at you," Marie said. She was leaning against him, her hands running up and down his chest.



"You're mad at me?"



"Yes," Marie breathed. She kissed his neck. Running her tongue over his  stubble, tasting the sweat on his skin. She loved the taste of him, he  was so soft and warm and she was lost in the art of kissing him. "You  went out on your own and didn't tell me anything. I am furious with  you."



"I didn't think you would like that," he said. He tilted her chin up and  she looked into his bright eyes. A shudder ran up her spine as she  stared into his eyes. "But I didn't have a choice. I couldn't let him  threaten you. Don't you understand, Marie? I can't live without you. I  love you."



His lips crashed onto hers. His hand was on the back of her head, his  fingers tangled in her hair. He was holding her tightly and Marie leaned  into him, slipping her tongue over his. She whimpered as he bit her  tongue. Finally, she pulled away.



"I love you, too." Their arms wrapped around each other. Marie threw her  leg over Axel's lap until she was straddling him. She sighed and licked  her lips as she looked at him. "You didn't have to go," she said  holding his face in her hands. She ran her fingers along his chin and  leaned down to plant a light kiss on his lips.



He moved his hands through her hair. She loved the way he touched her.  There was such confidence in his movements. He never doubted anything.  His hips moved beneath her as his erection pressed through the fabric of  his jeans. His hands were around her waist and he began to massage her  and move her over him.



His hands found the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Marie  smiled down at his as she reached around and unsnapped her bra. She  leaned back as Axel tore the bra from her skin and began to massage her  breasts. The hairs on her skin stood on end as he touched her. His  fingers stroked over her nipple and it rose under his attention. She  sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes and the sensation of his hands  on her became all-consuming.



Axel leaned forward and took her breast in her mouth. Marie gasped and  grabbed his hair and then ran her hands up and down his back. She was  rocking back and forth on top of him and she stroked his erection with  her body. Axel growled and pulled Marie down. He kissed her fiercely,  the scruff of his cheeks scratching her sensitive skin making goose  bumps erupt all over her.



"I want you," he whispered in a low growl. His hands grabbed her ass and he pulled her even closer.



Her breath hitched in his ear. "Yes. Keep going," she whispered. Her  mouth was at his ear and she reached out and bit his earlobe gently. She  pushed herself against him, wanting him more and more.



He stood up with Marie in his arms. He lifted her straight off the  ground. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and they continued to  kiss and grope at each other as he walked her towards his room. One  inside he closed the door and pressed Marie back against it.



Her skin was hot and her hands were clawing at his back. She was  desperate for him. She couldn't get enough of him. She was pressed  between him and the door and she writhed against him, somehow it still  not enough. Her pulse raced as he attacked her neck, the scruff of his  chin scratching on her sensitive skin, his tongue sliding along her,  soothing and shocking at the same time.



She gasped and shuddered and tightened her grip on his shoulders. He groaned loudly.



"Shh!" Marie said, putting her hand on his chest. "We don't want anyone  to hear," she whispered. He stopped, her body still held up but his. He  growled and bit her lip and clenched her legs around him. He swung her  around then she was falling back on his bed. She bounced once and then  settled back. Her arms were stretched above her head. She was topless  wearing her jeans.         

     



 



"I left my bra in the living room," she whispered with a naughty giggle.



"I'll get it later," Axel said. He leaned over her chest and kissed the  sensitive space between her breasts. Marie sighed and settled onto the  bed as he kissed all along her skin. He kissed over her breast, stopping  to flick his tongue on her nipple. She strained underneath him, his  touch so intense. He kissed his way down her stomach and then unbuttoned  her jeans. He lowered the zipper and pulled them down her legs, over  her ankles, and tossed them aside.