Chapter 15
AXLE
I didn’t wait another minute. I kissed her, slow and dirty. A claiming. She made a soft sound against my lips, and I felt my cock harden again like my body hadn’t been paying attention to the past twelve hours.
“Wow.” She sounded dizzy, and it made my mouth tilt against hers. Then she blinked at me, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy. “Mason?”
“Yeah, angel.”
“You’re really happy about this?”
“How ’bout I show you how fucking happy this makes me. Not sure you’re gonna be able to walk again tomorrow, though,” I warned, voice low and satisfied. I’d fucking loved knowing she’d been sore and dripping with me the other day.
Her eyes went hazy and sharp at once. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Yes.” I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. “Shower. Now.”
She blinked, surprised, then smiled, slow and wicked around the edges. “Bossy.”
“You like me bossy,” I replied without apology, because the truth didn’t need dressing up. “Move your sweet ass, angel. I need you wet for me, and this seems efficient.”
Her answering laugh was breathless, and she came easily when I tugged.
When we stood in front of the shower, I twisted the tap to hot.
Steam bloomed fast, fogging the mirror, blurring our edges to everything but touch.
I stepped in first and pulled her with me, then backed her into the tiled wall under the spray.
Water sheeted over her shoulders, plastering her hair and slicking her skin.
Her nipples peaked tight, her breathing went hard, and she tipped her face into the spray with her eyes closed while I watched the water track down the bow of her collarbone and disappear between her tits.
I braced one hand beside her head and ran the other over her throat, down the slope of her chest, stopping at her stomach.
“You’ve got no fucking idea what it does to me, knowing you have my baby in this belly.
So damn hot, angel. But I still wanna fill you until you're dripping with my come. Don’t see that changing anytime soon. ”
Ashlynn sighed, and I gave her a gentle kiss. It was the last bit of slow and tender that I possessed this morning. Gliding my hand back up, I cupped one breast and kneaded it.
“How did I miss it?” I knew every inch of this body, but somehow I hadn’t noticed her tits getting bigger.
“Maybe you should spend a little more time with them?” she teased.
“Hmm, excellent idea, angel.” My thumb brushed a stiff peak, and she gasped, arched her back. I bent my head and took the other into my mouth, sucking hard and deep, letting water drum my shoulders while I tasted her.
Her fingers dug into my hair, and I dragged my teeth lightly, a warning that was also encouragement, before soothing the sting with my tongue.
“Hands on the wall,” I ordered, lifting my head just far enough to speak against her skin. “Spread your feet, angel.”
She placed her palms flat against the tile, water carving channels over her wrists, her legs sliding a little wider. The trust in the movement made something solid shift inside me.
I ran my hand down her belly, over that soft, vulnerable space where I’d already planted a seed that would tether us together forever.
Then I went lower, slipping between her thighs, my fingers teasing her with a promise of pleasure.
She was more sensitive now, and the first slow stroke had her knees wobbling as a passionate cry escaped her kiss-swollen lips.
“You’ve been on a hair trigger the past few days,” I murmured with a low chuckle. “Now I know why. Gotta say, baby, if this is how your body reacts to being knocked up, can’t promise you won’t find yourself in this condition all the fucking time.”
Ashlynn’s eyes opened wide, surprise and a flicker of excitement in her stormy-gray pools. “Just how many kids do you want to have with me?”
“All of them,” I rasped before pressing my lips to the pulse in her neck and sliding two fingers into her tight channel.
She moaned, the ragged sound ripping from her chest as her nails bit into my shoulders.
“You okay?” I asked, not because I thought she wasn’t, but because I liked making her say yes while her voice shook.
“Yes,” she whispered, trembling with desire.
My cock was so thick and hard, it throbbed painfully, and I knew I was reaching the end of my rope.
I dragged my fingers out, then thrust them into her again, the water making everything feel obscene and easy.
Raising my head, I put my mouth to her ear.
“Good. ’Cause I’m going to fuck you against this wall, and you’re going to take me like a good girl with nothing in your head except my name.
And when you come, I better hear it loud and clear while you scream in ecstasy. ”
“Yes,” she breathed.
The way she said it this time made me groan.
I removed my fingers and slapped my hands onto the wall on either side of her.
Then I slammed my cock into her slick heat with a rough sound that might’ve been her name or a primal growl.
The wall was cold under my palms where they were braced, her pussy hot enough to brand my dick, and we stood there for a beat, breathing like we’d run a marathon and crossed the finish line at the same time.
Then I lost my shit and fucked her. Not slow. Not careful. Not gentle.
I set a brutal rhythm that pounded water off the tile and made her cry out.
Capturing her wrists, I pinned them high, shoulders locked, chest to chest so I could feel every tremor of her body against mine.
My mouth found the line of her jaw, her throat, then the space under her ear that made her shiver.
I bit hard enough to make her moan and soft enough to make her tilt her head, asking for more.
“Oh, Mason! Yes!”
“That’s it,” I growled against her skin when her legs started to shake. “Take me. Every fucking inch. Yes, baby, fuck! So tight. Hot. Fuck, angel. Fuck, yes!”
I pounded harder, going even deeper, feeling something dark rise up inside me. A need to own, to possess, to consume.
“You’re mine, Ashlynn,” I snarled. “Say it.”
“I’m—” Her voice broke. She tried again, words shivering like her body. “I’m yours.”
“Louder,” I demanded, driving in harder, the slap of our bodies echoing in the shower stall. “Let everyone hear it.”
“I’m yours,” she shouted. “I’m yours, Mason. I’m yours.”
“Yes, you fucking are, angel.” I let one of her wrists go to slide my hand down, caught her thigh, and hauled it up high on my hip, opening her more.
Taking more, giving more. With the change in angle, she went from moaning to gasping to sobbing, the sounds strangled and beautiful and so wrecked they felt like a gift.
Then her head thumped back against the wall, and my name ripped from her chest in a scream that set my blood on fire. I continued fucking her hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm and making sure she didn’t have a chance to come down from the high.
“I’m not stopping until you come on my cock again,” I ground out through clenched teeth, panting into her wet hair, and grinding my pelvis hard against her, in a way I knew would push her over fast. “You’re going to fall apart all over me, and then I’m going to fill you again.
When you try to walk tomorrow, you’ll feel me, and you’ll remember exactly who did this to you.
Who put this baby in your belly? Who fucking owns you? ”
When she came again seconds later, she clamped around me so hard I saw white at the edges of my vision. Her climax throbbed and milked my shaft, pulling me into the abyss along with her.
The night light leaking through my blinds had gone from gold to a low amber that meant I’d been in bed with Ashlynn most of the damn day.
My sheets were wrecked, twisted into ropes at the foot of the bed, and the air smelled like sex and my woman.
Warm skin, faint shampoo, and that sweet note I couldn’t name but could pick out of a crowd.
We’d been celebrating since this morning, right after she’d held up that pregnancy test like she didn’t know what to do with it.
I’d looked at those two pink lines, and my brain had just…
detonated. Didn’t matter that we hadn’t been trying—not in the “talk about it” way.
I’d known what I was doing every single time I’d buried myself inside her without a condom.
Now she was curled half on top of me, her bare thigh draped over my hip, wearing nothing but my T-shirt.
And by wearing, I mean she had it bunched up so high that my palm was resting on the curve of her ass without any effort and her bare tits were pillowed against my chest. Her hair was a mess, lips kiss-swollen, and she had that post-orgasmic haze that made her look soft and sinful.
My cock twitched just thinking about flipping her onto her back again and seeing how many more times I could make her come before she begged me for mercy.
Irritation flooded me when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Prez. Shit.
Ashlynn made a sleepy noise when I shifted to grab it, her hand brushing down my stomach in a way that tempted me even more.
“Yeah?” I growled.
Kane didn’t waste time. “Everything’s set. We roll on Elias tonight.”
I sat up, dragging a hand over my face. “When?”
“Midnight.”
“I’ll lead the run,” I replied automatically.
“That’s the plan.” Then he hung up.
I dropped the phone back on the nightstand and turned toward Ashlynn. She’d pushed herself up on one elbow, eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Got club business tonight,” I told her.
“Club business,” she repeated slowly, like she was tasting the words.
I knew that tone.
“Savannah told me how this works,” she continued, her voice too damn calm.
“There will always be things you can’t tell me.
I get that. But she also told me Kane promised her he’d keep her in the loop if it involved her.
” She arched a brow, that stubborn little tilt of her chin making my pulse thump harder than a race start.
“So if it’s really other club business, I won’t say another word.
But if you’re using it as an excuse to ‘protect’ me, then stop being a jerk and spit it out. Don’t lie to me.”
I should’ve been annoyed. Instead, I was fighting a smile because she was so fucking adorable when she was riled, eyes flashing and cheeks warm.
She was also right. She deserved to know. I wouldn't tell her everything, but I wasn’t going to lie to her either.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pulled her into my lap. “I’m sorry. You’re right. There will definitely be things I can’t tell you in the future, but I’ll never lie to you. You have the right to know if something involves you—unless it affects your safety.”
Her mouth pressed into a line like she wanted to argue, then she nodded. “I can live with that.”
I kissed her softly in gratitude before murmuring, “Found Elias Leek. We’re going to pick him up tonight.”
Her eyes widened, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head before she announced, “Then I’m going.”
My arms banded firmly around her. “Not a fucking chance in hell.”
A glint I’d come to recognize lit up her eyes—the same one that meant she was about to dig in. “I’m not some fragile little flower, Mason. I can protect myself.”
I let the silence stretch a beat, then dropped the hammer. “And our baby?”
That got her. Her lips parted, shoulders dipping just slightly as she looked away for half a second.
“Dammit,” she muttered.
“Exactly.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and started pulling on my jeans. She watched me, still bristling but not quite as fierce now.
When I stood to grab my cut, I bent over her and pressed my mouth to hers. “Be a good girl, and I’ll be back soon.”
Her fingers curled in my shirt like she wanted to keep me there, but she didn’t say anything. I straightened, gave her one last look—hair tangled, wearing my T-shirt, my seed still probably dripping out of her from round…I’d lost count—and felt that possessive, primal urge to stay.
But Elias was the key to ending this shit. And once it was done, I could lock myself up with Ashlynn for as long as I wanted without the world trying to kick in our door.
So I left before I could change my mind.