Saving Axe (Inferno Motorcycle Club 2)

Withdrawing my fingers from her, I brought them to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. And thought my cock was going to explode at the taste of her. “Shit, June, you taste good."

“Hurry,” she said. But I wouldn’t have been able to wait if I tried. I was rock hard, ready for her. Rising up, I kissed down the length of her neck, to her shoulder, slid my hands around her, and cupped her breasts. My fingers brushed over her nipple, and I felt her melt against me, pushing her ass further back into me. "Please, Cade."

I slid my cock between her legs, pressed my hardness against her willing pussy. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” She pushed farther against me, against my cock, and I felt the tip begin to slide inside, bare against her skin.

“Wait," I said. "Condom."

“Shit,” June said, tensing up.

“Don’t move.” I said, my voice harsher than I intended it to be. “I’ll be right back.” I jumped out of the shower, cupping my balls as I ran across the hardwood floors, the water dripping in pools, a path of wet footprints behind me. I grabbed a condom from the top of the nightstand and threw a glance at Bailey, lying in the corner. “Don’t look at me like that, girl.”

I jumped back inside the shower. “Shit, it’s cold outside of here,” I said.

June was giggling. “At least you didn’t break your neck sliding across the floor.”

“Shit, who cares about my fucking neck?” I asked. “I could have broken my cock.”

“Yeah, we definitely wouldn’t want that, would we?”

I ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto my length. “If I broke my cock, I wouldn’t be able to do this, and that would be a crying fucking shame.” Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pinned it against the granite of the shower wall.

“Hey now,” she protested.

“Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall, darlin’,” I whispered into her ear, my face close to hers. She moved in response, brushing her head against mine, and I ran my hand down the length of her arm, down the outer part of her naked breast.

“You have goose bumps,” I said.

“I can’t help it,” June said. “It’s because of what you’re doing to me…” Her voice trailed off.

I ran my hand over her ass. “You’re doing a hell of a lot to me.” Then I went back to what I had started earlier.

“Oh, yes," she said. I couldn’t tell if it was a whimper or a moan, but either way, it made me want to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to do anything except whimper. Shit, I was going to have to learn to practice restraint with her.

But as I thrust deeper inside her, it became harder and harder hold myself back from what I wanted to do to her, to keep myself from plunging myself inside her over and over, so deeply that she wouldn't be able to walk.

“Cade,” she moaned.

I gripped her breasts, slick with the warm water from the shower, tweaking her nipples between my fingers as I thrust into her again and again. She urged me on, arching her ass to meet me over and over, and I felt her muscles clench down tighter and tighter around me, until I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Oh, fuck, June,” I warned. “I’m close.”

“Oh God,” she said, and then she moaned, this loud cry that came from deep within her. I felt her muscles clamp down around me, pulling me farther inside her, taking all of me. And I let go, releasing inside her once, then again and again, until I finally collapsed against her. Afterward, I stayed there like that, feeling her throbbing around me, still swollen with arousal.

Finally, she turned her face slightly, looking toward me. “So,” she said. “You want breakfast, or are we just going to stand in the shower and screw all day?”

“That's nice of you, offering to cook for me," I said. "I always knew you were domestic and shit." I pulled her hips tighter against me.

June laughed. “I was suggesting that you get your ass in the kitchen and make me something to eat.”

“You’re awful mouthy for someone who was begging me to screw her earlier,” I whispered into her ear.

“And you’re awful uppity for a man who just got laid well,” June said. She paused for a beat. “I like my eggs over easy.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” I pulled away from her and stepped out of the shower, tossing my condom in the trash. I heard her shut off the water and when I turned, I saw her poke her head out of the curtain and smile at me.

I melted just a little bit inside.

This girl knew every button to push with me. It was like I'd been issued an owner's manual at birth, and she had a copy of it, knew exactly what to do with me. With any other woman, that kind of thing would make me feel completely manipulated. Controlled. But June had this way of handling me that made me like it.

“Good thing we’re not in a drought or anything,” she said, grinning. “I think we just used all the water in the county.”

I toweled off, but stopped short when she stepped out of the shower, dripping on the bath mat. God, there was something about watching the water run over her body that was really distracting.

“Towel?” June asked, jolting my attention away from her breasts. “Cade? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” I said.

June laughed, the sound light. “Gimme that, you perv,” she said, grasping for the towel.

I pulled it just out of her reach, teasing her before giving in and wrapping the towel around her naked form. I pulled her in toward me, feeling her body pressed tightly against mine, and cleared my throat. “Are you really that hungry?”

“It depends,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. “Are you suggesting a different kind of breakfast?”

As she ran her hands over my chest, I felt that familiar stirring. Shit, I hadn't been this wound up about a girl in a long time. Since...well, since I’d been wrapped around the axle over her in high school. June was the only one who could do this to me, the only girl who’d ever been able to wrap me around her finger.

Maybe it's because she's the one.

Shit, I couldn’t be the one for her.

June needed a better man than I was. No matter how good of a man I was trying to be.

I kissed her lightly, savoring the softness of her lips against mine. June leaned forward into me, pressing herself against me, and I reached up to the nape of her neck, grasping at her hair. She moaned softly

June wasn’t the only one who knew how to push buttons.

"Cade," June said, pulling back from me. I wouldn’t let her go, kept my fingers threaded through the hair, my hand on her neck. “This is insane.”

"What?" I asked, my chest tight. Shit. Did she want to stop?

"You just..." June looked at me, her eyes big, pupils dilated. No, she definitely didn’t want me to stop. "You make me crazy, you know that?"

Was that good or bad?

I didn't ask.

I didn't want to know.

I reached up, unhooked the towel from between her breasts, and let it fall to the ground. Leaning in close to her, near her ear, I whispered, “Do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?”

June let out a moan, barely audible, and her lips stayed parted. When she licked her lower lip, I thought my cock might explode.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought," I said. One hand on her back, I slid another behind her knees and carried her across the room, laying her down on the bed, where her wet hair immediately left a spot on the pillow behind her head.

I began kissing her, slower than I had before, and she dragged her fingernails along my back, whispering, urging me on faster. Instead, I slowed down even more.

Suddenly I didn’t want to just fuck her.

"Cade." She grabbed my ass cheek, pulled me toward her. I knew she wanted me inside her.

But I kissed her slowly, along her jawline, then down the side of her neck to her shoulder and her arms.

June's eyelids fluttered half-closed and her breath quickened as I applied my kisses lower and lower. She moaned my

name again. "Cade..."

“Junebug,” I whispered, from between her legs. I kissed along her thighs, on her bikini line, drinking in her scent.

It triggered a memory of the summer we turned sixteen, when she spent practically the entire season in her little red bikini, the ones with the strings on the sides I would pull until they came undone, yanking her bikini bottom off and running off with it, down to the swimming hole. She would squeal as she chased me, trying to keep her hand between her legs in some attempt at modesty. As if my face hadn’t been buried between those legs not even twenty minutes before. Then I’d circle back around, grab her and run with her toward the water. She’d scrunch up her face, call me a jerk. But we both knew it was only pretend. Eventually, she would undo her bikini top and toss it at me, saying, “Since you already took the bottoms, I might as well be naked."

Remembering it now, my heart swelled. I couldn't imagine doing that with anyone else.

My face hovering between June's legs, not quite touching her, I paused, wanting to imprint this moment on my brain so I could take it with me forever.

Shit, I wanted to imprint her on my brain.

"Cade," June said. Her voice was soft but insistent, filled with need. She reached toward my face, trying to pull me up. "Come here. I want you."

"Shhh," I said. I touched my tongue to her, keeping my eyes trained on her. Spreading her just barely, I slid my tongue up the length of her clit and she shivered, the movement traveling the whole length of her body.

"No, Cade." Her voice croaked. "Not there. I want you inside me. Please.”

I wanted to take my time with her, to tease her, to explore every inch of her body with my tongue, lick and kiss her until she was on the verge. I wanted to bring her to the edge before I plunged myself inside her. I wanted to drag this out, to take each moment and extend it as long as it could possibly last.

I wanted to remember this moment.

I wanted to remember her.

But now, looking at her lying back on the pillow, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each short breath, face flushed with anticipation, I couldn’t wait.

I rolled a condom over my length, and hovered over her, pausing with my cock at her entrance.

"Cade," she said, this time louder. Insistent. She gripped my ass, digging her fingernails into the skin as she pulled me toward her.

She was slick, wet for me already, and I slid inside her easy, then covered her mouth with mine. My mouth muted her moans, and as her body melted against mine, I slowed, finding a rhythm with her that seemed to slow down time.

This was where I wanted to be. Here with June. I knew what waited for me on the other side of West Bend. Being here with her, I didn’t feel the same darkness I felt outside of here. I wanted to push the pause button on us.

She pulled me in tighter, and when she came, she clawed wildly at me, letting out this sound, this animalistic noise that made me crazy for her. I looked into her eyes as she came, and what I saw there, the way she looked at me, pushed me over the edge to my own climax.

I stayed inside her, not moving, listening to her breathing return to normal. Her eyes closed for a while, and then finally fluttered open, and she flashed me a smile.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re still here? I thought you’d be making me some breakfast by now.”

I kissed her on the nose, pulled out of her, and stood up, the blood rushing to my head. “Lay you good a couple of times and all of a sudden you think you think you own the place. Careful, girl, I’m going to have to set you straight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” June said, rolling over. “Hey! Remember how I like my eggs.”

I walked toward the bathroom, shaking my head and looking at Bailey laying in her dog bed in the corner of the bedroom. “Don't look at me like that, girl. I didn't do anything to your momma."

June

Cade walked past the bed, headed out to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Going to make you breakfast,” he said. “You’re a demanding taskmaster.”

“Like that?”

Cade turned toward me, stark naked. “You got a problem with something?”

I giggled. “It just doesn’t really seem sanitary,” I called as he walked out the door. Not that I had any problem with him strutting his stuff around my house, butt freaking naked. I wasn’t going to get tired of seeing his ass - that was for sure.

I laid back against the pillows, pulled the sheets up, cool around my nakedness. I wasn't sure what to think about all of this.

Cade, making me breakfast in bed.

Cade, back in my bed.

Axe, or whatever the hell his name was now.

Bailey jumped up on the bed, interrupting my thoughts, and tucked herself by my side in her usual place, whimpering.

"Hey, baby, do you need to go out again?" I asked. She laid her head down on me and sighed, settling in. Scratching her behind the ear, I spoke to her softly. "I know you're used to having me to yourself, but..."

But what, exactly?

But Cade is going to be around here more now?

Because he's not.

I swallowed the lump in my throat that formed as I thought about him, and shook my head. There was no use in getting upset about it.

It is what it is. A short-term reunion.

Ex-sex, that's all.

He'd be leaving for California soon. And, even if he were here, did I think he was going to magically become a different person? Sure, the past week he seemed clearer somehow...sober, even - but that didn't mean anything.

People don't change.

Short-term with him was okay, I told myself. When I'd left high school, it was sudden, yanking me away from Cade. Here I was, getting the chance to revisit the past. I was fortunate. Not many people had the opportunity to do that. Just because it was a short-term thing didn't mean it wasn't any less meaningful than something long-term, I reasoned. This, the time with him now, would be the last chapter in our story. It had to be.

Cade just wasn't a long-term guy.

"I hope you're resting up." Cade entered the bedroom, a tray in hand, wearing one of my aprons. And nothing else. He set the tray on the bed in front of me, and I laughed.

"What?" Cade asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just laughing at the sight of your naked ass in that apron."

"You always said you liked a man in uniform," Cade said.

"Oh, that's a uniform, now?"

"If you had a chef hat, I'd have worn that for you instead. But all you had out there was an apron."

I laughed, although I had to admit, the image of Cade wearing nothing but a chef's hat wasn't exactly unappealing.

"Are you still laughing at my apron?" Cade asked. "That's pretty brazen, considering I'm the guy with the food."

"No," I admitted. "I just pictured you wearing nothing but a chef's hat."

Cade raised his eyebrows and handed me a cup of coffee, nudging Bailey over. "Scoot, you," he said softly to her. Then, to me- "What? I would even wear it on my head, just to be polite."

"Where else would you wear it?" I asked, automatically. Cade glanced down.

Oh.

Yeah, Cade the ex-sniper Marine, the outlaw biker covered in tattoos, naked in my kitchen, a chef's hat covering the goods...that was definitely not funny.