Chapter Thirty-Eight
Axle
We slept in.
Which is something I never do.
Jovie rushes to the bathroom, and I start the coffeepot.
I lean a hip against the counter while I wait for the black liquid gold to begin flowing.
Then I hear the shower start.
Fuck it. I’m already late.
I leave my mug abandoned by the sink and head down the hall to the bathroom.
Steam curls in the air, and the edges of the mirror have already begun to fog up.
Jovie stands under the hot spray. I can just make out her curves through the frosted glass door as I reach out and pull it open.
I step in behind her. Ducking to avoid hitting my head on the showerhead.
She giggles as she scoots forward, trying to make room for me.
These damn showers are tiny as hell. It’s the only real complaint I have with these cabins. A man taller than six foot can barely fit under the spray.
I wrap my arms around her and reach for the shampoo.
“Lean back, baby,” I say as I squirt a dollop into my palm.
She backs up, and my cock springs to life when her ass presses into me. I rub my hands together as I thrust my hips forward. She gasps as I enter her from behind.
I bring my mouth to her ear. “Sorry about that. There’s no room in here.”
“That’s okay,” she moans as she rocks back.
I run my fingers through her hair, lathering the shampoo and massaging her scalp as I move inside her.
“Time to rinse.”
She braces her arms against the shower wall and leans her head back into the stream of water as I slip my palms around to her breasts. Her muscles contract around my cock as I run my soapy hands all over her body.
“Axle.” My name falls from her lips as I roll a nipple between my fingers.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need it harder,” she cries.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say as I slide out of her and turn her around.
My hands move to her hips, and her legs lock around me as I lift her and press her against the tiles. She reaches between us and guides me back inside, and I thrust hard and deep. The tips of her fingers dig into my triceps as I rock into her repeatedly.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I say when I feel her muscles contracting.
Her head drops to my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin as my own orgasm rockets through me.
Once I get us untangled, I turn off the water and lead her out. I glance back at the shower as I wrap a towel around my waist.
I think I might have gained a new respect for that cramped space.
We dry off and dress quickly before both pouring a mug of coffee and heading out the door.
“Have a good day, Doc,” I call after her as she sprints toward the clinic.
“Axle?”
I turn slowly at the sound of my brother’s voice.
“Royce,” I say calmly.
He’s standing on the front porch of my cabin. His eyes are wide as he watches her disappear down the gravel path. “Geezus. Have you lost your damn mind?”
I glance over my shoulder and back to him.
“Yes,” I mutter.
He looks taken aback by my admission. Truth be told, I can’t blame him.
He points in the direction of the clinic. “That’s Jovie Asbury,” he says, as if I forgot. “Jojo. Cabe’s Jojo.”
“I fucking know who she is,” I snap.
“Are you sure? Because if you did, you wouldn’t have walked out of her damn cabin with wet hair and bare fucking feet.”
I walk past him and into my cabin. He follows and shuts the door behind him.
“What the hell are you doing, Ax?”
“What the hell are you doing? Why are you on my front porch?”
“It’s Friday.”
“Yeah.”
He throws his hands up in frustration. “We were supposed to meet the media team that Shawn hired forty-five minutes ago. Shelby sent me to find you.”
Shit.
I move to the closet and pull on a pair of jeans.
“I thought that was happening at noon,” I say, and I grab a black Raintree-Storm Rodeo Academy T-shirt.
“They changed it last night. Bryce sent us all a text.”
I glance to my kitchen island, where my phone sits with my keys and wallet.
His eyes follow mine.
“You were with her all night,” he says, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I was really hoping I’d misread the situation. That you’d say you ran out of coffee or some shit and went to get a cup from her this morning.”
I don’t say anything as I tug my boots on.
What can I say? I was reckless and got caught.
“You need to tell him,” he says.
I stand. “Why? The summer is almost over. And she’ll be back at school, and I’ll be gone,” I say.
“Because it could have been him standing on your porch this morning.”
“But it wasn’t.”’
Royce shakes his head.
“Can we talk about this later?” I ask as I shove my phone into my pocket.
The truth is, I have no fucking clue what to say. I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen.
“I’m not the one you need to talk to. You need to have a man-to-man conversation with Cabe before he finds out some other way.”
I know he’s right.