Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
AXL
C am and I walked outside to the barn. I needed some space between me and Billie. It was hard not to think about her bare skin under her clothes or remember the way her body moved when I touched her.
I knew that we were consenting adults. We played poker, drank, had fun in the dark. One thing led to another, and here we were. I was used to one-night-stands. The truth was, they were my go-to. They always were. In high school, I had a girlfriend my senior year, but we broke up in a firestorm of drama when I left for the Air Force. We weren’t fated, just two dumb kids in a small town looking for a way to feel something. Even Angel had started as something that just felt good, and there was nothing wrong with it.
I’d fucked women for years, and I loved them. I loved their bodies, their moans. I also loved it when they left. Angel’s fixation on me was a turn of events that I should have seen coming. I wasn’t proud of my choices, but I also didn’t need to apologize to anyone, especially not Billie. At least Angel was long gone. I didn’t have to worry about her showing up again.
There was something about Billie Prescott that made me want to be a better man. I didn’t want to let her down. I wanted to find the way out. Help her find her way home. I wanted to save her? Was this some sort of a fucked-up Daddy complex kink I was playing out. She was young and lost and here I was, the grizzled cynic. Why did I want to keep her safe? She wasn’t mine, not really, even though my body felt as though I’d claimed her last night.
“You can’t claim someone that doesn’t want you,” I muttered to myself. I tugged open the barn door. Cam snuck in the gap ahead of me. I figured the wooden floor had to feel better on her paws. Made me wish I could make her boots or something.
On my tool bench, I had a ham radio. It was busted, but I’d been working on repairing it and figured if I brought it inside, maybe I could fiddle it alive and get a signal. It was too cold to work in the barn, so I picked up the radio and my toolbox, called Cam, and headed back to the house.
“You have a ham radio, and you just remembered?” Billie said, arms crossed.
“It’s busted,” I said, ignoring her tone.
She paced in the kitchen. “I mean, what other survival tools do you have out here?”
“Just me and my wits.”
“Lucky me,” she said.
I took out a screwdriver and removed the back of the radio. I figured that there were just some corroded wires and hadn’t taken the time to fix it yet.
She sat down and watched me.
I took out a set of pliers and untangled a corroded red wire from the white.
“You need to make sure you ground it,” she said, biting her lip.
“Is that so?” I said.
“Yes, it’s so.” She shrugged. “Growing up, it was just Gram, Mom, and me. Mom was terrible with tech, so Gran taught me a thing or two.”
“Louise, the super-landlord,” I said, sighing. “She is a mysterious woman. ”
“Yes, she is,” Billie said. She scooted her chair closer to me. Her arm brushed mine, and I felt my body tingle from her touch.
“See that problem?” I said, pointing to the corrosion.
“Yes,” Billie said. “May I?” She reached for the pliers in my hand.
As I watched, she took the pliers and carefully untangled the wire. Her hands were smaller than mine, so she could get a better angle on the interior of the radio.
“Nice,” I said, my body flushed. She was so close to me, and watching her work on the radio was like the fulfillment of a fantasy I never knew I even had.
She quietly unwound the wire, biting her bottom lip and humming softly. I couldn’t help but remember how she’d moaned when she was beneath me. “There we go,” she whispered, pulling it out of the back.
She handed me back the pliers. “I think you are good now. Let’s turn her on.”
I nodded and stood up, plugging the radio into an orange extension cord that I kept in a kitchen drawer. Billie watched me, hands clasped beneath her chin. “Should we do a countdown?”she whispered.
“I don’t know,” I said, a grin escaping me.
“Oh, wait,” she said, standing up. She ran to the window. “A wish, let’s do a quick wish.”
“You are joking,” I deadpanned, still holding the plug in my hand.
“I am not joking, Gramps, and if you plug that in before I’ve had a chance to ask the stars outside to grant us the wish of a working radio … ”
“You’ll what, ask the woodland faeries to curse me?”
She grinned but was nonplussed as she walked to the front window and opened the shutters. “There, I see it, a star.” She turned and looked. “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” She nodded at me.
“What?” I said.
“Wish?”
“I don’t wish,” I said .
“Everybody wishes.”
“Not me.”
Lips pursed, she glared and then smiled. “Fine. Then I will wish for both of us, grumpy pants. I wish that the snow stops and this radio works and we can both go home.”
She stared at me as I held the plug in one hand and the orange extension cord in the other.
“Go on, plug it in.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. “I thought there would be sparkling light or some sort of a magical sound.”
“Don’t be a dick and make fun of my wish. Just plug it in.”
I grinned. “Okay, sunshine,” I said. “Let the sparks fly.”
I plugged in the radio and flipped the switch. It clicked and then nothing.
“No,” she said.
“Hold on,” I said, patting the sides of the box.
“No, like this,” Billie said, darting beside me. Laughing, she took her hand and patted the top. “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go … ”
“Is that a wish?”
“No, it’s actually a Taylor Swift song I like.”
“You are so confusing,” I muttered.
As she repeated her song, the lights flickered, and the radio came on with a low buzz. I turned the dial. “Hold on, we’ve got contact.”
She jumped up and down, squealing. I turned as she threw her arms around me, our bodies colliding. She looked up at me, desire sparking in her eyes. “Sorry, I was just so happy,” she murmured.
I held her against me, my cock hardening, the heat of her body like a narcotic. We’d said just once, just that one night, but she was right here, and my body ached to feel her again.
“I know we said one night,” her voice low, her breathe in short bursts.
“Do you know what time it is?” I asked, my voice low and full of desire. My pulse throbbed in my dick.
“No idea,” she said .
“It could be anyplace, anytime,” I said.
“It could still be last night.”
“Let’s say it is.”
“Yes, let’s.”
I jerked her body toward me, my arm around her lower back. She mewed and melted into my arms. I kissed her, my lips pressing against her firm and strong. She held my kiss, and then her mouth opened and her tongue pushed into my mouth. I growled and reciprocated, my tongue finding her, exploring her mouth, my dick growing harder with every push.
I reached out, scooted the radio out of the way, and lifted her onto the table.
“Careful,” she gasped. “We need that.”
“Not now,” I said. My arms on either side of her, I laid her back on the table, her legs hanging off the side. I grabbed her black long underwear and pulled it down, exposing her panties and legs.
She shuddered. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll warm you up, sunshine,” I said, dropping to my knees between her legs. I reached back and felt for one of the blankets that had fallen off the back of the couch. I lifted it up and wrapped it around her body, leaving her exposed cunt in the air before me.
She shuddered, her voice shaking as she whimpered and lay back.
I knelt before her and put my face against her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent. Then I parted her lips with my finger and went in with my mouth. She tasted like heaven. I lapped her up with my tongue sweeping across the hardening nub of her clit.
“Axl,” she moaned, her hips shifting in time with the pressure of my mouth. Her hands in my hair, she tugged at me in a way that told me to go faster.
“Relax, baby,” I said. “I’m going to eat you, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she squealed, her legs widening. I worked her with my tongue, putting pressure on her clit, and then tongue-fucking her. She opened up, so warm and wide, then I slid two fingers inside her. She exhaled a moan and writhed on the table as I fucked her.
I was thinking about my cock, which was growing so hard. I could almost see stars.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, her legs tightening around my neck. I moaned into her. I knew the vibration of my voice and the scratch of my beard might be enough to send her over the edge. I wanted to make her shake. I wanted to feel her release and know that it was my mouth and my tongue that had brought her to the brink.
Her hips rocked in time against my face.
“Take what you want, baby,” I said, between licks. “Take it.”
Her back arched and she cried out, hips bucking against me in a high cry as she came writhing. I leaned back and watched her, transfixed by how beautiful she looked as she orgasmed. Her eyes hooded, mouth open, she was breathless and flushed, and when she stopped shaking, she had the sleepy, gorgeous look of a woman satisfied.
I stood up and smiled, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
“Come here,” she said, scooting herself to the end of the table and stood. She pushed me back. I reached for her, but she put a hand in the air.
“Wait,” she whispered. Then she put her hands under her long, black tee-shirt and pulled it over her head. She stood in a white bra, her tits high and her nipples proud and hard, poking through the thin cotton. This wasn’t fuck-me underwear, but it was the sexiest thing I’d seen a long while.
My dick twitched in my pants, and I ran my fingers over my crotch.
She nodded and walked toward me.
Billie in white cotton underwear made me feel like I could fuck all night. I could not even imagine what I would do if I saw her in garters or something lacy. I’d probably come in my pants without a thought.
She took my hand and walked me to the fire. Then she lay down on the rug, spread her legs, and ran her fingers through her wet pussy. She raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them .
“You made me taste so sweet,” she murmured. “Take me. Take me, please.”
She closed her eyes and cried out as she pushed two fingers into her pussy.
“Goddamn, woman,” I muttered, tugging off my belt and my pants. I took off my shirt and pulled down my briefs, exposing my hard cock. Then I dropped to the ground above her, my hands on either side of her body.
She opened her eyes, and with her free hand, touched my face. I moved closer, and the tip of my cock pushed against her entrance.
“Yes,” she moaned, arching to meet me. My cock pushed inside her wet, hot cunt, and I ground out a guttural cry.
We groaned and rocked together. Looking into each other’s eyes, she held my face as I pushed my cock deeper inside her perfect, tight cunt. She felt like heat after a cold day. She felt like water in the desert. She felt like air in the deepest corners of space. The deeper I fucked her, the harder and thicker I got. She raised her hips to meet every thrust of my cock. I felt my come threaten to explode out of me.
Then her eyes closed and she cried out, her legs locking onto me like a vice. She screamed as she ground her clit against me. I pushed into her, curling my cock, stroking her from the inside out. Her body shook as she came all around me, her nails clawing into my back until I couldn’t take it, and I came, my come shooting into her like an explosion. I pumped into her again and again, my breath hitching with every thrust.
I hovered above her, sighing and shaking. When I opened my eyes, she stared back into mine.
“I fucking saw stars,” I said, smiling.
“Did you make a wish?” she said, giving me a wicked grin.
I rolled off her, laughing. Her naked body slick with sweat, I ran my hands up and down her back. She shivered a few times as goosebumps broke out.
“Well, we certainly know how to bend the rules,” I said. Leaning over, I kissed her temple .
“It’s your fault.” She sighed, playing with my beard. “You let me fix stuff. It’s a super-big turn-on for me. I love being handy.”
“That’s your kink?” I said, laughing.
“I don’t know,” she said, looking at the ceiling. “Maybe? I like being useful, helping people, being positive. Maybe it is. Acts of service, being useful, is that a kink?”
“Kink just means it makes you feel good,” I said, my voice low.
“Do you have a kink?” she asked me.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I used to have a thing for unavailable women.”
“Unavailable.” She pretended to be shocked. “You mean like the granddaughter of your landlord, who will evict you, by the way?”
I pretended to be hurt. “I was hoping you’d change your mind about that.”
“Please tell me that’s not why you’re fucking me,” she said.
Her voice was playful, but I sensed there was something serious under her words.
“No,” I said, looking at her. I put her hand on my cock, which was hard again. “Trust me. My cock doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
“Do you always talk to him?” she said, scooting to sit up.
“Only when he gets a mind of his own,” I said.
She grinned and straddled my stomach right above my cock, running her fingers over my chest.
“I think I have a mind to ride you like this, right now,” she said. Reaching behind her, she grasped my shaft and moved her hips back. In one swift move, she guided me inside her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I moaned.
“You like this,” she said, riding me, “don’t you.” She moved her hips up and down, her pussy clenched around my cock. I scooted myself up and lowered my mouth to her nipple, sucking and tugging.
She squealed and ground herself against me harder. I could see nothing but her body, feel nothing but her cunt and the intense pulse of my dick telling me to come inside her. I needed to fill her with me. I needed to make her mine .
“Now!” she screamed, her head rocking back as she shook and shuddered. I gripped her hips and drove my cock in so deep and I pulsed until there was nothing left. She collapsed on top of me, both our bodies slippery with sweat.
“Can I ask you a question?” she whispered, her finger trailing down my chest.
“Of course.”
“Did you see stars?” There was a smile in her tone.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Did you wish on one.”
“I’ll never tell,” I said, turning to kiss her. I pressed my lips up against this beautiful, magnetic girl who made my heart feel like it did before I left home, before I went to war. That’s what I couldn’t put my finger on until this moment. Billie made me feel not only like a better man, she made me feel like the man that I wanted to become before I lost myself.
“I saw stars,” she said.
“Did you wish?” I asked, my eyes closed.“I did,” she said.
“Did you wish to go home?” I asked softly.
“Not this time,” she said. “But I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true.”
I propped myself up and looked outside. Aa flash of light illuminated the foggy trees as a beam from inside the kitchen moved across the window.
“What’s that?” Billie said, sitting up.
“I’ll check,” I said, pulling on my shorts. I hopped on one leg as I pulled on my shirt, my pants in hand.
There was a knock at the door.
I froze and glanced back at Billie, who was scrambling buck naked across the carpet, reaching for her clothes.
“Who’s there?” she gasped, tugging on her panties.
I leaned toward the window and opened the slat.
There was another knock on the door.
“Billie, you in there!” a voice called. “Axl? Are you home. It’s Mason.” Another round of knocking .
“Oh, my God, it’s Mason,” Billie said. Jumping up, she tugged on her pants and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her bare breasts. “I mean, hooray.”
“One sec,” I shouted, backing away from the window.
Billie fluffed up her shirt trying to hide her braless nipples. “I’m here, Mason.”
“You good?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she said.
I opened the door. Mason Lee and his son stood waiting under the porch light.