Chapter 13
AXLE
A shlynn’s chest rose fast, her eyes locked on mine as I slid a finger into her tight, hot channel.
Slow enough to feel every inch of heat and tightness before I crooked them just right, giving her what she needed.
Pressure and promise, the dirty rhythm that made her eyes unfocus and her breath shatter.
Her hips came up to meet my hand. The hungry little sound she made when I curled my finger again drove me wild.
I dragged my hand free before I did something stupid like take her right there with my clothes still on.
She whimpered at the loss, and I swallowed the sound with a kiss that was full of hunger.
Her mouth opened on a gasp, and I took what she offered.
Tongue stroking hers, stubble scraping her chin, one hand under her jaw, the other on her hip dragging my angel where I wanted her.
“Don’t expect to be able to walk tomorrow.” I dragged her joggers down with one hand while the other gripped her hip. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep until I know you won’t forget. I want you to feel me stretching you, filling you, owning you every time you move.”
The heat inside me turned feral at the end.
I’d told myself a hundred times in the dark that I’d go grab a condom.
That next time I’d do it differently, be smart, be careful.
But I always found a new reason not to. It was a bad habit wrapped in the prettiest excuse I’d ever met.
Her scent was in my lungs, her eyes were hazy and fixed on me like I was the only thing she wanted, and the thought of pulling away to wrap up felt like a betrayal of something deep in my bones.
And underneath that excuse was the truth I barely let myself think about—I wanted to put a kid in her. I wanted her round with my baby. I wanted everyone who looked at her to see what I’d done and know they were late to the party and not invited.
The thought hit me like a car sideways at speed—violent, inevitable, and impossible to ignore. It didn’t scare me. It branded me.
I pulled my hand free, brought my fingers to my mouth, and sucked them clean, eyes on hers while I did it. The soft sound she made nearly did me in, and I groaned roughly.
“Get these off.”
She shoved her panties down, kicking them free with impatience that made my lips pull into a dark smile. I helped her take off my cut, then yanked off her shirt. She reached for my belt, and on reflex, I caught her wrist. I was too desperate to let her take the wheel.
“Hands above your head.”
Heat flared in her eyes as she laced her fingers over the headboard and looked at me through those thick lashes.
Stripping off my belt, jeans, and boots, I didn’t bother with the show.
She was already looking at me as though I was every bad idea she was happy to make.
When I dragged my boxer briefs down and my cock sprang free, her lips parted and her pupils went wide.
Yeah…I preened a little because that reaction never got old.
I shoved my palm under her knee and pressed her thigh open, then caught her other leg and pulled it over my hip, bracketing her. The thick head of my dick slid through her glistening folds, catching on her clit and dragging a moan out of both of us.
“Feel that?” I growled, my voice wrecked. “I’m gonna be so deep you won’t know where you end and I start.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Please.”
Her breath stuttered as I pushed in. Slow, torturous, inch by unforgiving inch. Because that was how I’d make her beg in a way she remembered. Her hands tightened on the headboard when my wide head stretched her, and a broken, “Oh,” fell out of her like I’d knocked the word loose.
“Eyes,” I ground out. “On me.”
She obeyed, and the moment those gray orbs locked on mine, the possession in my chest went from heated to molten.
I pushed the last inches home and bottomed out.
The world narrowed to the hot, velvet clamp of her body clenching around me.
The breath I’d been holding left my lungs in a ragged sound that wasn’t even close to civilized.
Her back arched, a low cry breaking from her throat, and my control frayed another inch.
“Fuck, angel,” I rasped, forehead dropping to hers for a beat because my balance was shot. “You take me so damn good. That’s it, baby, all of me.”
“You’re…big,” she whispered, her body trembling with want.
“You love it,” I said, and then I proved how much true it was.
I pulled out and drove back in, slow the first time, deeper the second.
Then I gave up pretending to be gentle and fucked her like I meant it.
The rhythm built fast—hips snapping into hers, my hand tangled in her hair to hold her in place while my other gripped her thigh and shoved it high.
Each thrust was deep enough to grind my cock against her clit every time, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together filling the room.
The bed rocked, the headboard slammed against the wall, and her hands flew to my shoulders, clinging to me. Then she dragged her nails down my back, moaning my name like it was the only one she knew.
“Eyes,” I ordered again. When they flew open, I snapped my hips, hard and deep, and watched her try to hold my gaze while pleasure broke her. “That’s it. That’s what I want. For you to feel me stretching you, owning you, every time you move tomorrow.”
Her eyes went wide, her breath stuttering at the words, and I felt her clamp down around me.
My gaze dropped to her chest, and the sight of her tits bouncing with every drive of my hips nearly scrambled the last circuit in my brain. She shivered when her nipples rasped against my skin. The sensation made her back arch higher, offering more, asking without words.
I bent and dragged my tongue over one tight peak, then closed my mouth around it and sucked hard enough to make her cry out, my cock throbbing at the sound. Palming the other globe, my thumb rolled the nipple until she was breathless.
“Look at you,” I muttered against her skin. “Spread out under me, dripping and taking me so fucking deep I can feel your heartbeat around my cock.”
I eased out, lined myself up, and rocked the head of my cock through her folds, teasing because I liked the little sounds she made when she was frustrated. “Beg.”
Her head snapped up, eyes flashing, pride and need tangling. “Mason?—”
“Beg me, angel.” I pressed in just enough to make her gasp, pulling back before her body could keep me. “Ask for what you want.”
She swallowed hard, gaze locked on mine. Finally, she surrendered, knowing it was the only way to get what she wanted. “Please. I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”
“Where?” I asked because I was a bastard.
Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.
“Inside my pussy,” she whispered. The innocence of the dirty word on her mouth did something to me that had me biting back a curse. “Please, Mason.”
My name on her tongue was so sweet and desperate that I had to bite down to keep from coming at just the fucking sound of it.
“Please what?”
“More.”
I gave it to her, hooking her knees higher and folding her open so I could get deeper. Her gasp was unbridled filth. The feel of her—the way she clenched and fluttered when I hit the spot high inside—had me seeing the kind of stars you only get when you redline too long and refuse to lift.
“Who do you belong to?” My voice was a low, brutal rumble. “Say it.”
“You.” She didn’t even make me ask twice. “I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“Yours, Mason. I’m yours.”
I changed my angle, ground down with a roll of my hips that dragged a strangled sound out of both of us.
Then I caught her wrists, pinned them above her head against the pillow, and laced our fingers, holding her down while I fucked her.
It wasn’t about control so much as anchoring—keeping her exactly where the pleasure hit hardest and not letting her run from it.
My control wavered. I ground the base of my palm into her clit where our bodies met, and her eyes flew wide like I’d lit a fuse. I kept my weight on my forearms and pistoned my hips with purpose now. Driving into her, owning that sound, and chasing that perfect tension tightening her everywhere.
“Gonna come for me, angel?” I asked, dragging my thumb over her clit in tight, relentless circles.
“Yes—Mason?—”
“Tell me when you’re close,” I rasped, panting now, because the clench of her around me was getting tight and frantic, and I wanted to feel her go. “Tell me, and I’ll take you there.”
“I’m—” Her face was flushed, eyes shining, and she arched under me. “Right there.”
“Good girl.” My voice was almost tender if not for the filth under it. “Give it to me. I want to feel you grab me and not let go.”
I didn’t let up. I wanted it to hit her hard enough that she'd feel it tomorrow. Wanted the memory of my cock owning her still burning in her muscles every time she shifted.
She broke on the next thrust. Her body seized around me, that velvet clamp turning into a fist, and she cried out—loud enough that the prospect down the hall probably heard.
I snarled, drove in deep, ground against her, and rode her orgasm out while she shook, holding off my own release by a thread because I wanted to feel every pulse of hers like a brand.
“That’s it,” I urged, hips still working. “Take it. Milk my cock, angel. Fuck, yeah. Squeeze it. Let me feel you. Oh fuck.”
Her release stuttered and rolled, then settled into aftershocks that made her clench in little grabs that were going to be the end of me. I let her wrists go and slid my hand under her lower back to arch her into me. The angle was brutal and perfect, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I’m gonna fill you,” I ground out, my words a promise. “Every drop. You’ll feel me leaking out of you when you walk, and you’ll think about me with every step.”
“Yes,” she breathed, dazed and high on it.
I went still and then drove once—hard and deep.
The heat hit me like being knocked into a wave.
I groaned against her throat as I spilled inside her, thick and hot, grinding deep as if I could force it higher, sealing us together, making damn sure every drop stayed where I wanted it.
The possessive side of me howled with satisfaction, while the part that could still think groaned at my own lack of restraint even as it knew I wasn’t sorry.
I stayed buried, breathing hard against her mouth as her aftershocks fluttered. When I’d pumped out every last spasm and my heartbeat came back from the ragged edge, I realized my hands were gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, like my body had forgotten how to let her go.
I eased out slowly, watched her body try to hold me. The slick shine at the seam of her sex as I withdrew, and something feral and satisfied curled up with a grin. I didn’t say it aloud; I didn’t have to. She saw it in my face and flushed all over again.
I rolled us so she was sprawled on my chest, her hair a dark spill across my skin. One hand slid down her back, anchoring her there.
I pressed my mouth to her hair and let a slow breath out. “You praise Nitro’s steak again, I’ll live,” I said into the quiet, because I owed her something lighter before the weight returned. “Touch him again, and we’re circling back to the spanking.”
Her blush warmed my chest. “So noted.”
“Actually, on second thought, just don’t ever tease another man again,” I said into her hair, half a growl, half a promise.
She huffed a small laugh against my neck. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, my hand curving over her ass. “And you’re mine.”
I didn’t tell her I had no intention of ever changing that.
We lay in contented silence for a few minutes, until my cell phone buzzed from the nightstand. I quickly read the text and sent a response, then tossed it back where I’d left it before.
“We’ll move on Leek soon,” I told her, because real life never stayed outside the door for long. “And whatever waits with him. We’ll handle it. You don’t walk. You don’t carry it alone. You hear me?”
She tilted her head back to look at me, gray eyes clear even in the low light. “I hear you.”
“Good.” I dragged my thumb along her cheekbone, and that look—the one that had been mine in the kitchen before she gave a piece of it away for a second—came back full force.
Satisfied, I pulled her in tighter, let my body curl around hers like it had been built to do exactly that, and listened as her breathing settled into something regular.
The building hummed around us, safe and familiar.
The storm outside of it was waiting, but it could hold off a little longer.
Because right now, she was warm, my sheets smelled like her, and there wasn’t a force on this earth I wouldn’t destroy to keep it that way.