Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 2)

I put my finger to his lips to keep him from rambling more alpha male nonsense. “Did you just say you love me?”

Axel nips the tip of my finger, sending a shock straight through me. I shudder ready for him to give me another orgasm even though he just gave me a soul-searing one just minutes before. “Of course I love you. You’re mine, I told you that.”

I smack his chest, playfully. “Saying you’re mine and saying I love you are two totally different things.”

“Not in my book. I’ve never told another woman they were mine before. I waited until I found the one I couldn’t live without.”

“I love you, too.”

Axel pulls me up his chest and his hand covers the back of my neck, crashing his lips to mine. We kiss as I rub up and down on his thickening cock ready for round two.

But before we can get too far into anything, a door slams and little footsteps pitter patter down the hall.

“I don’t want her to find out we’re together like this,” Axel says, getting up and grabbing his sweats, throwing my tank top and shorts at me before hiding in my bathroom.

I’m just adjusting my shorts when Felicity runs in and jumps on my bed. “Morning, Mommy.”

“Morning. Are you hungry?”

Felicity nods, and I lead her to the kitchen, peeking back over my shoulder at my closed bathroom, hiding the alpha who declared he loved me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

As I make Felicity breakfast, I hear the distinct click of my sliding glass door and someone vaulting over my fence. I can’t stop smiling through breakfast. At least until my phone rings and a familiar number flashes across the screen.

“Mom, I’ll be right back.” I grab my phone, kiss Felicity on the top of her head, and walk outside.

“Harrison, you need to stop calling me.” I answer, not bothering with saying hello.

“I thought we agreed you were going to stop dancing with the Triplets.”

“No, you threatened me to stop dancing with the Triplets. I didn’t agree, and I’m not going to. So Leave me alone.”

“You fucking bitch. I did everything for you. I gave you a job when your dad was dying. You owe me.”

A harsh laugh bursts out of me. I get on my tip toes making sure Axel isn’t anywhere around. “I owe you? How fucking dare you say that to me. I owe you nothing, in fact if anything you owe me, well actually, you owe your daughter. But I don’t want anything from you and neither does she. Leave us both the fuck alone.” I press the end button before he can respond. I turn my phone off, throwing it on my bed before having breakfast with my mother and daughter.

I’m cleaning up breakfast when there’s a knock on the door. My mom and Felicity are outside playing, so I wipe my hands on a dishtowel and open the door.

Harrison stands on the porch, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his linen pants. His pink button-down shirt crisp in the Vegas heat, his blond hair slicked back, his evil eyes hidden behind a pair of designer shades.

“What do you want?” I hiss, trying to step outside before Felicity or my mother come inside, but the scream of Felicity behind me tells me I’m too late.

“The bad man’s back. I’m going to get my superheroes.” Felicity runs into my room, the door slamming so hard I can feel it throughout the house.

“What the fuck was that about?” Harrison steps back when I close the door behind me.

“That was your daughter scared to death of you. And you know what? I’m glad. You need to get the fuck off my porch and never show your face again.”

“I’ll do that if you stop dancing with the Triplets.”

“You’ll do that now, or I’ll kick your fucking ass. And to let you know, I hope you don’t get off the porch because I’ve wanted to kick your ass since the day I learned about you,” Axel says, coming up behind Harrison.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Axel pays Harrison no mind as his eyes roam over me, making sure I’m ok. “Felicity called me. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Are you ok?” His bare chest glistens with sweat, from the work out we must have interrupted. He’s breathing heavily, his muscles twitching with pent up energy.

I nod, Harrison, not caring his life is in danger, decides to show just how stupid he really is. “See she’s fine. You can leave now. I was having a conversation with Emma, and it doesn’t involve you.”

Axel moves so quickly it takes me a moment to understand what’s happening. “Anything involving Emma has to do with me,” Axel says as he holds Harrison by the neck against the side of my house. “I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do. I’m going to let go of your neck.” Axel squeezes it to give his words emphasis. “Which by the way, I really don’t want to do. And you’re going to walk back to your overpriced piece of shit car, and you’re going to drive away and never think about Emma or Felicity again. For your cooperation, I’m not going to drive my fist into your face like I want to. Deal?”