Before I can open my mouth and ask her what is going on, she is on her feet and across the bar.
“Uh oh, looks like drama is about to start flying!” Greg yells across the table from his corner next to Maddox and Emmy, who is wide eyed and a little intimidated by our rambunctious group. “What’s her issue, Iz?” he asks.
“No clue. She wouldn’t talk about it. I thought they had been spending time together?”
“Not since last weekend. I don’t know the details, but he showed up at my place pissed as fuck and itching for a fight.”
We all watch as Dee walks up to the bar and grabs the Heavy Slut by the roots of her badly dyed blonde hair, pulling her from Beck’s hold. I can’t hear the words but her face looks horrible. I don’t think I have ever seen hatred like that coming from my little ball of joy.
What the fuck?
I make a move to get off Axel’s lap and go help but he tightens his arms around my waist.
“No.”
One word but no bend. He isn’t going to let me wade in.
“Ax, I have to.”
“No. Not your fight. They need to work this shit out themselves.”
We watch for a few more seconds. To my fascination, Dee throws all her strength into a move that would make any badass proud. She pulls her hand out farther and literally throws this woman across the room. I think everyone at the table is shocked, but then she jumps in Beck’s face, giving a few stabs of her finger to his chest and a lot of words before he gives her a feral smile. She cocks her head to the side and shrieks loudly when he jumps forward and throws her over his shoulder.
Before anyone can blink, they are out the door.
“What the hell just happened?” I ask.
“Oh my God!” Emmy gasps.
Maddox is silent, but Greg barks out a loud laugh.
“Princess, that’s what happens when shit festers and bitches act like bitches.” I turn on Axel and give him a hard glare. He pulls both his arms from my body and holds them up in surrender.
“Shut up. Is she going to be okay?” I ask, all joking aside.
“Yeah, baby. My guess is she will just be well fucked in the morning.”
“I’ll second that,” Coop says when he slides into the seat Dee left. “That was some crazy shit. Who knew that little Miss Cheerleader had it in her!”
All the guys laugh, but I can’t help my worry that Dee might be in over her head with Beck.
The night continues with more beer, great food, and a lot of laughter. Even Emmy starts to come out of her shell a little, yet with one look at Maddox, she is right back in there. Axel started rubbing his hands up my legs thirty minutes ago, and I am about to come out of my skin.
“You almost ready, Princess?” he ask against my neck, biting the skin softly before letting me turn my head. “If you say no, I can’t be held responsible for my actions. I’m so fucking hard right now I’m ready to throw you down on the table and take you in front of everyone.”
And blast off.
“Let’s go.”
He smiles and we quickly say our goodbyes before heading home.
We didn’t make it two steps into the house before he had me against the wall and screaming in pleasure.
CHAPTER 19
Oh God. I throw my head into the pillow and moan loudly. My stomach lurches when I feel Axel move next to me.
“You okay?” he questions, rubbing his hand down my naked back.
I shake my head. That does nothing but make my stomach protest.
“You didn’t drink that much, baby. What’s got you upset?”
“Stomach,” I croak.
Oh shit. I jump out of bed, and run naked across the room, and slam myself onto the floor in front of the toilet. Everything from last night comes rushing up. I feel Axel come behind me and gather my hair before pressing a cold cloth to my neck.
“Just let it out, Princess. I knew all that BBQ was going to bite you in the ass.”
“Shut up,” I grumble before letting out a few more heaves. There is nothing left in my body but my stomach is still in knots. Just the thought of all the food I consumed last night causes more heaving to rush up the back of my throat.
Axel stays with me until I feel well enough to get up. I brush my teeth and let Axel carry me back to bed.
“Better?” he asks, the worry clearly dancing over his face.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I guess stuffing the last two plates in my mouth last night wasn’t the wisest decision, huh?”
He offers me a weak smile before kissing my forehead and standing from the bed. For the first time in months, the sight of his naked body doesn’t immediately make me want to jump him. No, not today.
“Let’s try some toast, okay?” he asks. I can tell he is about to crawl out of his skin. He is so concerned something is wrong.