Corps Security, The Series (1)(61)

“Oh God, don’t stop . . . Please don’t fucking stop,” I beg, fanatically moving against him, desperate to reach my orgasm.

His fingers play against my stomach as he dances them down my torso. He splays his fingers wide and pushes his thumb hard against my clit. “Soaked . . . Fucking drenched. Can’t wait to have my mouth down there licking all that wetness up.” He rolls his thumb and crushes his lips back down on mine, swallowing the cry of satisfaction I scream out as the waves of the most powerful orgasm come crashing down on me.

I feel like my whole body has just lit up, coming to life with each roll of pleasure that rockets through me. His tongue tangles with my own; this kiss is full of ecstasy. Our tongues mate together while he slowly brings me back down to earth with small rolls of his hips against my still pulsing pussy. He is reminding me that he is still very ready to continue when I feel the thickness brush against me again.

“Fuck, baby . . . you feel so good in my arms again.”

I look up into his eyes, trying to focus on his face long enough to make sense of his comment. The harshness I have grown accustomed to seeing mar his beautifully handsome face is gone, and in its place is pure affection. He looks like the old Axel, the one so full of love for me that nothing else matters. In that moment, I can almost believe it, almost believe that we can get back there again, and after all we just shared, I realize that I want that. I want Axel back. I want us and our love back. It has never felt like that before, not even with him. Time might not have been on our side the last few years, but right now . . . I can almost hope that fate has decided to love me and give me some happiness for a change.

“What are we doing, Axel?” I ask, tightening my arms around his neck and bringing my forehead down to his chest. What are we doing? I have no answers myself, but I hope he doesn’t look at this as a mistake. That might just kill me.

“I don’t know, Princess. I don’t know. But it feels way too fucking good to ignore.” He brings his hands back up to either side of my face and pulls me up to look at him. “We got some shit to figure out, Izzy . . . but after this, I won’t let you go until we figure it out. Not happening. Do you feel it? Every single thing we ever felt for each other . . . It is still there, Izzy, and I won’t let you push me away. We walked back into each other’s lives for a reason.”

I nod my head, because really, what can I say? He’s right. I just have to believe that when we sit down and bring back all those memories he will still want to hold me so tight. “Okay, Axel. You’re right. We do need to talk.”

The white flags are waved. I bring my head back down and rest against his chest. His heart is pounding rapidly against my ear and his scent, which is now mixed with my arousal, is invading my senses. I bring my arms up, wrap them around his torso, and pull tight. His sighs softly, adjusting my body so that he can pull me closer and just enjoy the moment of our hearts being together again.

Peace. Even with the fear of telling him everything, my soul is at peace.

A deep throat clearing brings me back to earth. I lean up, look over Axel’s shoulder, and meet Maddox’s laughing eyes. It’s such a rare sight that I am momentarily speechless. He looks so different when he allows his emotions to come out, youthful and approachable, completely different that his normal hard, cold staring.

“Interesting. Live porn. Think you could at least take this reunion     behind closed doors? Or maybe your own fucking house?” His eyes might have been laughing with me but his question to Axel was full of unspoken warning. It looks like I have earned myself another big bad brother.

“Sorry, Mad,” I whisper over Axel’s shoulder and give him a wink.

“Sorry? Fuck that shit, Izzy.” Axel lets my feet fall to the floor and holds on to my hips to make sure I have my balance before he gets ready to address Maddox. He leans down and, with a growly whisper, says, “Don’t you move, Izzy. I won’t have Locke looking at you half naked with that just-fucked glow about you. Damn . . . mmmm. I can’t wait to be deep inside you.”

I get one chaste kiss before he gives me his back and makes sure his big body is completely covering me before addressing Maddox.

“My bad, brother. I won’t apologize that it happened. Hell fucking no. Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” His laughter is vibrating his body. I dig my hands into his shirt and push my heated face into his back. How embarrassing.

“Funny. Just hilarious. Fucking shit, I need to get laid. Asshole.” Maddox walks past us and into the kitchen. He’s wearing some worn sweats, which are hanging low on his hips. It’s a good thing I don’t have the hots for him, because this view of him scratching his ass while searching the fridge is not his best look.