Chapter 13
Axel
I ’d lost out on too much time with Tracey.
Back in college, I didn’t think I was good enough for her.
And when she started showing more interest in Bryce, I stepped away.
When I thought of the years of mental abuse and most recently the physical abuse she had sustained at his hands, it made me so angry.
Because of everything she’d been through, I hadn’t wanted to make a move on her while she was staying at mine.
I didn’t want to be another asshole using her.
Not that she would have seen me that way, but I didn’t want her to feel like she owed me something.
We’d almost slept together the other night, but since then, she’d seemed preoccupied.
Now things had settled down and the divorce proceedings were underway, she could finally breathe.
I wanted to show her that not all men were like her ex—that some of us were honorable.
She’d pretty much said I was the one that got away for her too, so I was gonna do everything in my power to show her what a good life I could give her and the girls.
That’s why I waited until the girls were down for the night to talk to her about it again. In my mind, Tracey and I belonged together. Life was too short to give Bryce Sterling another chance to drive a wedge between us with his lies and manipulation.
When she finished putting the girls to sleep, she came straight downstairs and sat beside me on the sofa.
Just being close to her made my heart race.
Other parts of my anatomy also reacted, but I tried to shove that out of my mind.
Tracey ran her hands down the front of her thighs as if she was working herself up to having a serious conversation.
I gave her a minute to organize her thoughts. A short silence spun out between us. I reached my arm out and slipped it around her shoulders. “You don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. If you changed your mind about wanting me or need more time, I’ll understand.”
She glanced over at me with a nervous smile. “No. I want you to be sure this is what you want before we get started. Do you really think we can make a go of this?”
I stared into her eyes, not needing to even think it over. “All I know is I love you and always have. But you’ve been through hell. The last thing I want is to push you.”
“Bryce used to push me, but you never have. For the first time in my life, I feel sure of myself. I was hopelessly in love with you all those years ago and I don’t think that ever changed. I want to see what getting closer to you, emotionally and physically feels like.”
I raked one hand through my hair before telling it to her straight, “If we cross that line from friendship to something more, I’ll be hard to let go if you change your mind.”
She moved closer and turned to me. “Maybe I don’t want you to let go? Maybe I want you to hang onto me forever and ever.”
Before I could find the words to respond, her lips were on mine.
At first her kiss was tentative and unsure.
But when I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap, she found her courage.
Sitting there with her straddling me and her sweet pussy covering my hard cock, I decided to be greedy and take every single thing she was so generously offering me in this moment.
The moment she opened her mouth, I swept my tongue in to tangle with hers. Truth be told, I don’t think I could have held back then even if I wanted to. My hand landed on the back of her neck, pulling her closer, until she wrapped her arms around my neck and began grinding herself against my cock.
When we finally tore apart, I rested my forehead against hers as we struggled to catch our breath. “You want to take this upstairs?” I asked roughly.
“Do you even have to ask?” she responded breathlessly.
That was all I needed to unleash the need that I’d been carefully holding in check. “I fucking hope you know that I’d do anything to give you the pleasure you deserve.”
I came to my feet, scooped her up in my arms and carried her upstairs. Kicking the door of my bedroom shut behind us with one booted foot, I strode across the room and tossed her onto the bed.
She managed a soft landing, laughing up at me.
Her blonde hair spilled over my black bedding.
I stood there looking down into her beautiful blue eyes and started stripping out of my clothes.
First off was the cut. I folded it and threw it across a nearby chair.
Then the rest came off one piece at a time while she watched.
When she began eagerly removing her own clothing, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She was luscious, all curves and smooth creamy skin.
I could see she was trying to cover her stomach, and in that moment, I hated Bryce even more for how he made her feel about herself.
To me she was a goddess, she always had been and always would be.
I climbed over her, excited to experience everything she was so generously offering me tonight. Covering her was like rubbing my big tatted up body against the most luxurious silk imaginable. She was soft, warm and hungry for my touch.
When her hands came up to scratch gently against my chest, my cock became painfully hard.
She didn’t even care that I was leaking precum all over the place.
One hand drifted down to give me a long, smooth stroke.
I realized at that moment that I would do anything to protect what we were building together.
When she wrapped her legs around me and tugged me closer, a growl tore from the back of my throat as lust overwhelmed my senses.
My mouth crashed into hers, roughly claiming the woman I had dreamed about for too long.
I wanted to thrust into her, feeling her pussy around my cock, but I’d waited too long to spoil the moment by being overly eager.
I would make this a night to remember for her if it killed me.
I kissed my way down her delicate neck, filling my hands with her heavy breasts.
I teased each taut nipple until she urged me down between her legs and I went willingly.
Hovering over her pussy I dove right in, sounding out all her sweet spots, teasing her and making her come on my tongue.
I loved every fucking thing about having the woman I loved finally under me and proving I could make her come, hopefully over and over again.
She shoved my face away after I made her come twice with my tongue.
By the time I got around to thrusting my cock into her warm, wet core, her pussy was trembling from all the pleasure I’d given her.
She whispered sexy shit in my ear and begged me to move harder and faster.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. Soon we were speeding towards a climax fit to make us both remember our first time.
When she yelled my name in that helpless, quivering voice, I knew I pushed harder and watched her come apart beneath me. She clamped down so hard on my cock that it pushed me over the edge with her. I thrust deep and stayed there while I emptied myself into her precious body.
Reluctant to pull out, I braced myself on my arms to keep from crushing her and waited for my cock to go soft. It took me a second to realize that it was never going to happen while it was buried in the sweetest place in town.
After a few moments, I rolled off and dropped down onto the bed beside her.
She moved closer, tucking herself close with one hand on my chest. I slipped one arm around her and pulled her flush against my body.
She made a happy sound when I gently rubbed her back.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’d admit that it was hard to keep my hands off her, even after amazingly good sex.
It felt like the closer I got, the more I wanted her.
After a few minutes, Tracey asked, “What did you do to me?”
Pride surged in my chest at the note of awe in her tone. Without looking down at her, I murmured, “I fucked you senseless, sweetheart. You can thank me later.”
She burst out laughing and playfully slapped my chest. “You don’t have to be such a braggart about it.”
“Yeah, I do. I’ve been waiting for this night for almost a decade. I planned it out a thousand times in my mind. Wanted our first time to be special, something you would remember.”
She moved back, propped herself up on her elbow and gazed up at me. “Mission accomplished.”
I rolled over to face her, smothering back a smile. “You’re acting like this is a done deal. Ain’t nothing accomplished yet. If you’re up for it, I plan to wear your pretty ass out tonight.”
Her eyes flew open. “I’m going to say yes to that offer. I have lots of bad sex to make up for and you’re just the man for the job.”
I snorted a laugh. “Bryce was that bad in the sack, was he?”
She pressed her lips together, clearly too polite to rag on the soon-to-be ex-husband she hated. Something about that made me respect her more. “Let’s just say, he’s no Axel and leave it at that.”
I gave her a lopsided grin. “I can respect that. Now, when you’re ready, I want you on top.”
She was moving before I finished the sentence and scrambled eagerly over my big body. Looking up at her straddling me while she got comfortable on my cock made me feel things, dark possessive things that I could hardly control. I knew at that moment she was mine—mind, body and soul.