When I finish, Axle is climbing up on the bed, dropping to his back as one of his arms snakes around my waist with comfortable familiarity.
“The guys are working on your cars today. My part is already done, but I’ll help out with theirs when we get back tomorrow,” he says as I turn to face him, lying down and pillowing my head on his arm.
“Do you think I ordered enough food?” I ask, not wanting to discuss anything outside our bubble right now.
No motorcycle club and no Blackbird can exist in this little bubble. Just for today.
He arches an eyebrow as he looks down at me. “I think you ordered enough food for ten people.”
I laugh under my breath. “You get more tiny condiment bottles the more food you order.”
His laughter catches him off guard, and he turns his face away as his chest shakes with the effort it takes to stop laughing.
His attention comes back to me, eyes sparkling with amusement. It’s nice to see him out of the clubhouse and not wound up so tightly. He’s relaxed here, not having to put up any shield or keep his surly reputation intact.
I kiss a path along his jaw as he lazily runs his fingers through my hair.
“Thank you for this,” I finally say when I’m close to his ear.
He just makes some noise because he obviously can’t act like he appreciates the gratitude. Grinning, I kiss his cheek sweetly, and his hand tightens on my hip.
Axle isn’t used to sweet gestures, hence the reason I do them as often as possible. I’m not used to sweet gestures either, and this is probably one of the sweetest.
It’s a little annoying to spend all your time in one room or with a bunch of bikers, never having a moment alone with each other. And I need a day off from my reality as well.
He’s successfully suspended reality.
I climb over him and across the bed to go open the curtains. His room in the clubhouse has no window, so I soak in the sunlight while I can.
After a few minutes of me just standing there, smiling out at the city view, Axle moves in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“We could always dance right now and take this over-the-top with romantics,” I offer with a smirk.
He groans from behind me. “You’re going to make me feel stupid for this if you keep on.”
I, of course, just grin.
At least until he starts swaying behind me, his hold causing me to sway in time to whatever music he may or may not be hearing inside his head. Then my heart does a little kick in my chest.
After a few minutes of songless swaying, I turn in his arms, and his lips come down on mine in a soft, devastatingly sweet kiss that contrasts so much with his usually harsh nature.
I’m a little high on him by the time he pulls back, his eyes flicking between mine as he just stares at me. I love it when it feels like he’s trying to get inside my head.
“I was thinking that was damn sweet from someone so hard-natured,” I tell him, smiling a little shyly when he cocks his head. “You’re wondering what I’m thinking,” I explain.
He brushes his thumb over my lips before kissing me again, pushing me back against the window as his mouth claims mine with that same unexpected softness.
I like him hard and rough, but I also like him soft and yielding. It’s a nice change of pace, because it feels like it means something more when I get this side of him.
No one else does get this side of him.
I’ve witnessed it for over a month now.
I get the man no one else sees. The guy who holds me all night and staves off the nightmares. The guy who kisses me softly when he doesn’t do anything soft.
The guy who watches me because he’s constantly trying to figure me out.
The guy who watches no one else.
When I clutch his shirt in my hands and start pushing it up his body, he breaks the kiss and bends, giving me the chance to remove it and toss it aside. He quickly returns the favor, whipping my shirt off before his lips come back to mine, and he starts backing me toward the bed.
Just as we get laid down and he comes down on top of me, I shove at his chest. He rolls over, his eyebrows pinched together in confusion, until I start undoing his jeans, staring him in the pale eyes the entire time.
He lifts his hips, and I work his pants down his body, tugging his boxers down with them. When I get him fully naked and I barely graze his very hard cock with my hand, I smile up at him as I move between his legs.