Chapter 6
Axle
Angel falls asleep in my arms, clearly exhausted from the aftermath of her storm of tears. We can wait to find out what happened to us. I have a feeling that I’m not going to like whatever she has to tell me.
Pressing my lips to her head, I inhale her scent. Still the same as I remember; vanilla with a hint of something else I’ve never been able to place. It was comforting to me that not everything had changed about her.
When I was sure she was asleep, I slid out from under her and tugged her sneakers off, covering her in my blankets before I left the bedroom. I needed a minute.
Opening the front door, I step out onto the porch and into the twilight of early evening.
From my periphery, I see a movement and, unsurprisingly, find Roman sitting on his porch drinking what looks to be a glass of whiskey. Something he only does when he’s got something on his mind.
“Is she okay?” he asks.
“For now,” I reply, going to the chair on my porch and taking a seat with a weary sigh. I’m fucking exhausted. When I woke up today, I never expected it to end the way it did.
Glasses clink next door. Turning my head, I watch Roman walk from his place to mine carrying a bottle and two glasses.
He climbs the steps and puts the glasses on the table next to me, filling them up and handing me one before he sits in my other chair.
We sit silently, sipping at the malty goodness.
Years of friendship meant we knew each other better than most. Neither of us spoke, but the company was still good.
Although it was unusual for Roman to be silent for long.
After half an hour, I can’t take it anymore. “You okay brother? You’re pretty quiet.”
Roman nods, contemplating the glass he’s rolling on the table, watching the whiskey move along the sides.
Picking it up he takes a sip, not meeting my eyes as he looks out over the land on which our houses are built.
We’re near the end of the plot. Nobody would build on the other side of me; there is a place for one more house next to Roman.
A wide road faces me, with marked lots available for brothers.
The only brothers with Ol Ladies are the older ones, and they’ve opted to stay in their home away from the clubhouse.
Different generations, different times. Their expectations of what they allowed their Ol’ Ladies to see and know was vastly different to now. For me, I preferred the protection that having my brothers around me offered.
Roman speaks up, “Have to grow up brother.”
Barking out a laugh, I turn to my friend. “Been grown up for a while now, Roman.”
“Not you.” He shakes his head, resting his elbows on his knees, his head hanging low. He turns toward me. “Me. If I want a chance with her, then I’ve got to grow up.”
My eyebrows rise. “Well, fuck me,” I respond, shocked. “This is a day I never saw coming.”
He chuckles and takes another sip from his glass. Sliding back in the chair, he raises his legs and rests them on my porch railing, tilting his head back against the chair.
“Me either, responsibility wasn’t something I ever wanted.
It’s why I left home and my family. It killed my eldest brother, and my next one was working himself to death because of the expectations put on him.
My dad’s weak, and my mother rules the roost. She expected things to be done a certain way; for money to come in to indulge her with a lifestyle we weren’t set up for.
I have no clue why, because my grandparents were not in any way materialistic.
I could see the writing on the wall, so as soon as I could I took off.
I tried to get my brother to leave with me, but he wouldn’t.
Didn’t want to get involved in the gangs in New York.
” He’s silent for a minute. This is the first time he’s told me why he left home.
All the time we’ve been friends, and this was the first time he’d opened up about his family.
“So you joined a motorcycle club instead?” I chuckle.
“Fuck yeah. I did, didn’t I,” he laughs softly, “but while we’re a one percent club, it’s very different to the gangs where I was. Plus, we don’t deal in drugs, that’s a big no for me. It’s what got my brother killed.”
“I’m sorry brother.”
He waves a hand. “Long time ago now. But yeah, it hit me tonight that I’m going to have to grow up.”
Amusement shoots through me at the way he sounds so despondent about it.
“You are Roman. For the most part. You earn good money at the casino as a manager, then you have your cut of the profits from the other business we do. You own your home, your truck, and your bike. You’re largely grown, brother. ”
“Huh,” he grunts, “Fuck you’re right, I am.” He throws back the rest of his drink and stands up, grabbing the bottle and taking the glasses as he walks down the stairs. “See you tomorrow, Axle. I’m looking forward to meeting your woman.”
I don’t bother acknowledging him. Instead, I stand and walk into my home, closing the door behind me.
Entering my bedroom, I stand for a minute at the bottom of my bed.
I study Angel, still fast asleep. After all this time, it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that she’s really here. In my home. In my bed.
Removing my boots, I tuck them under the chair in the corner of the room.
Chucking my jeans, I leave my boxers and t-shirt on.
Sliding under the covers with her, I wrap my arm around her waist and roll her towards me.
Closing my eyes, burying my nose in her hair, I slide into sleep listening to her every breath, wondering what tomorrow will bring.
***
The sheets rustling wakes me up from a dead sleep. Angling my head down, I find Angel awake, her eyes trained on my face. It’s not a sight I ever thought I’d wake up to again. But fucking hell, it’s a welcome one.
“Morning, baby,” I murmur huskily. She smiles up at me, rising on her elbow as she presses her lips fleetingly to mine.
“Morning. I thought I’d been dreaming.”
Cupping her cheek, I run a thumb over it. “No baby, you’re really here. Still can’t believe it though.”
“Me either,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine once more, clinging as if she’s still afraid that I’ll disappear. Deepening our kiss, I moan deep in my throat as her tongue slides along mine. Rolling us I settle over her, making sure not to crush her.
Our kiss starts out soft, lingering, remembering until it’s not. It turns hard and hungry, hands frantically tearing at clothing until we’re skin to skin.
“Garret, missed you so much,” Angel moans, tilting her head back as I kiss my way down her neck, trailing kisses across her chest to each breast, sucking a nipple deep before turning my attention to the other.
I don’t leave an inch of her untouched as I work my way down a body that is both familiar and not.
“So beautiful, Angel.” I whisper against her belly as I slide down the bed, spreading her legs wide for me.
“Garret?”
Looking up her body, I see she’s looking uncertain. “Need to taste you, baby,” I growl as I slide two fingers in a vee through her pussy lips, opening her up to me.
Pink and wet, I groan as her turned-on scent fills my nose and my mouth waters.
Lowering my head, I run my tongue over her clit, flicking at the hard nub with my tongue, loving the way she reacts.
Her hips lift to grind against my face and her fingers grip my hair, pulling slightly, leaving behind a hint of pain.
“Jesus, Garret,” she gasps and rolls her hips.
As I slide a finger into her, a groan rumbles from me when I feel how tight she is.
Can’t wait to have her wrapped around my cock again.
“Yes,” she sighs when I slip a second finger in, working her until she’s whimpering my name over and over and I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers, coating me with her need.
Lifting my head, I order, “Come for me, Angel.” She does. Beautifully.
“Oh Jesus, Garret …. oh, fuck,” she whimpers as she shatters. I continue to tongue her clit and work her with my fingers until she pushes me away with a moan.
Sitting back on my heels, I watch as she curls on her side, drawing her legs up to her chest, panting. “No more, no more.”
Running my hands up her legs, I lie behind her and tug her back into my chest, ignoring my hard cock for the minute. “You okay baby?”
“I’m so okay,” she chuckles. “I’d really like your cock in me now though.”
“Whatever my lady wants,” I tell her. I grab a condom from the bedside drawer and slide it over my hard cock as she turns on her back, watching me as I move over her.
I grip my cock at the base, trying not to come too soon as I slide into Angel an inch at a time, our eyes never leaving each other until I’m all the way in.
Angel smiles softly at me. Lifting her hands, she cups my face, whispering, “Kiss me, Garret.”
Lowering my head, I slide my tongue over her lips until she opens for me, and I groan as she tilts her hips, gripping my waist with her thighs.
Shuddering as her warm sheath grips my cock.
Rocking my hips, at first in time to our kiss, then faster as she grips me tighter and it’s hard to tell where I stop and she begins.
Making love with Angel had been good even as teenagers, but now … now as adults it is so much more.
Angel rips her lips from mine as she gasps out a long moan and throws her head back against the pillows. She clenches around my cock and I shudder as I come in long, ongoing waves, burying my head against the curve of her shoulder.
“Fuck baby,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder, up the curve of her neck until I reach her mouth, taking it in a hard kiss that softens as our hips still.
“Yeah,” she lets out a breathy sigh, but she sounds happy. “Forgot how good it could be.”
“Yeah,” I sigh, then groan as my cock softens. “Need to get rid of the condom, baby.”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes luminous, her expression soft and relaxed. It makes me want to beat my chest and shout it to the rooftops. I’m so fucking happy to have her back in my life… and in my bed.
I know we need to have a conversation about what happened all those years ago, but no matter what she tells me, I know deep in my soul that it won’t change the way I feel about her. She’s my love, my life. Always has been, always will be.
Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I push up, gripping the condom as I slide out of her and walk to the bathroom, hating having to leave her even for the minute it’s going to take me to get rid of the condom.
Washing my hands, I dry them on the towel.
Walking back into the bedroom, I lean over her, kissing the side of her mouth. “Want to have a shower with me?”
“I’d like that,” she smiles, taking the hand I hold out for her and following me to the bathroom.
There’s no awkwardness like you’d expect with us not having seen each other for years; instead, there’s a profound feeling of relief that we’re back together.
The remainder of the day is spent making love, exploring each other’s bodies as we hadn’t as teenagers.
We don’t discuss anything heavy. We both send messages to those who need to know that we are okay.
For her that’s her sister, and for me it’s my President and Roman so they can arrange for someone to cover the garage for me.
“Can you give me until tomorrow morning to tell you the heavy stuff? Tonight I just want to be with you,” Angel says suddenly. It’s late evening, and we’re in the kitchen making sandwiches to eat.
Surprised, I look over at her and see the worry in her eyes. I’m not sure what she’s got to tell me, but it’s visibly weighing on her. And as I’d do anything to ease her worries, all I can do is agree.
Running the back of my hand over her cheek, I agree.
“Yeah baby, we can wait. We’ve got time now, and honestly, I’m not ready to hear what you’ve got to tell me.
I know it’s not going to be good, and for now I’d rather bury my head in the sand and not think about it. Tomorrow is soon enough to deal.”
She smiles at me, her lip quivering as a sheen of tears covers her eyes. “Thank you, Garret.” She grasps my hand and kisses the palm. “Now, do you have milk to go with these?”
“Of course, I do,” I smirk at her. “I’m not a neanderthal.”
It’s a weak joke, but it does the job and stops the tears. It was the right decision.
We’d get to the heavy shit when we were ready because we both know it’s going to be a hard conversation, filled with pain and anger. Neither of us is ready for that. Not yet. Not when we’ve just found each other again.