God, I’m a mess. In my entire life, I don’t think I’ve been this out of control. My hands go to make sure my bun is tight. Then I slather on some lip gloss, grab my phone, and make my way down the stairs.AXELI watch her leave, her head held high, her ass looking way too good in those dance pants. I almost resent that I have to turn away and address one of my brothers.
“Fosters, I thought I made it clear last night.” Crossing my arms, I stare at him. Sweat rolls down his neck and his face turns red.
“I had no idea.” He looks me in the eyes.
“Out,” I snap at Dyson and Torque, and the prospects sitting at our table almost trip over one another trying to leave first.
The sizzle from Amy’s skillet is the only sound left in the kitchen. Fosters straightens up to his full height and rubs the back of his neck.
“If I said something last night to offend…” He pauses as if he’s trying to remember.
“Everyone needs to understand that she’s off limits. No one is to look at her, much less touch her,” I snarl, leaning both hands on the island.
His eyes find mine and he gives me a nod yet remains silent. It’s clear that I’m serious.
“I’ll let everyone know.” And that’s why Fosters is a brother. He owns his shit and doesn’t make excuses.
“And Fosters, when Amy talks, you listen.”
“It will never happen again.”
I walk out and wait for her, trying not to dig too deep into the fact that I just claimed her. Christ, I told Fosters to let everyone know they can’t come near her.
That’s claiming her.
I look around and everyone seems to be staying away. Wise. I’m itching for a fight. Wound up. Fucking her last night should have taken the edge off, but all it did was make me crave her.
She was untouched, and now she’s mine.
Fosters is my brother. Antoinette is nothing more than an amusement. A shiny toy. She’s new, and I fucking got off on being her first.
I liked it a lot.
Waking up to her long legs wrapped around mine, her scent saturated into my skin, all I wanted was to roll her over and lose myself fucking her all day.
“I’m ready.” She brings my attention back to the here and now. What the hell is she wearing? It’s a T-shirt, old as fuck, too small, but it does cover her stomach. Clearly she needs new clothes. Maybe I’ll see if Eve and Doug want to take her shopping. Ideally that’s a Dolly thing, but she’s gone.
“Let’s go.” I grab her hand. “Why do you dress like a whore?” I grumble as I propel us out the screen door.
“What?” She tries to jerk away. In the sunlight, everything on her screams delicate. I can’t put her on my bike. She’ll burn to a crisp.
“I do not dress like a whore,” she snips. “I can’t remember what bag holds what.”
“I’m having Eve take you shopping.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “No thank you. I have clothes, dance clothes, and I’m sorry if you don’t l—”
“I don’t like them,” I say. “Look around, Antoinette. This is not a fucking dance class. I can’t be worried about—”
The screen door squeaks open as Crystal slowly emerges, her red hair almost blinding me in the morning sun, and I’m wearing sunglasses. She holds her hands up as if she’s a vampire and can’t stand the warm sun.
“Fucking God.” She lights a cigarette and starts coughing.
“Christ.” I grab Antoinette, moving her to my bike, and take off my leather jacket. The loud smoker’s cough makes her jump.
“Crystal, are you okay?”
I force her arm into my jacket, wanting to get the fuck out of here. Since I left her this morning my dick’s been hard and after what happened in there this morning, I need to fuck or fight.
“Oh my God.” Crystal lets out a laugh but starts coughing again. She holds up a finger. “I told you I had a feeling about her, Axel.”
“Give it a rest, Crystal. Why are you here?” I grab my helmet, put it on Antoinette’s head, and adjust the straps. It’s impossible not to smile at how fucking adorable she looks. My jacket dwarfs her but seeing her with my patch makes my cock throb.
“Just spending quality time with Rip.” Her cigarette dangles from her lips. “Did you hear the news?”
“I’m busy,” I say, my voice tight.
“Dolly wasn’t feeling good. So, Edge and her are coming back tomorrow.” She smirks.
“Go inside.” I dismiss her.
She gives me a snarky look. “God, Axel. You’re so rude. For someone who gets laid as much as you…” She tosses her cigarette butt in the gravel as she walks back in, slamming the screen door for effect.
She’s getting worse. Or maybe it’s that I’m around her more, but Derrick deserves a fucking medal for having to deal with her night after night. I can’t stand her.