Chapter 12
Axel
Nolan asked me to give her space. He said she needed room to breathe.
So I did. I’ve kept my distance since last week.
It’s been torture. I thought about her all weekend.
But now it’s Monday. New week. Fresh start.
I intercept River in the lobby. The kid’s carrying a bag from that salad place she likes.
“I’ll take it up,” I tell him.
River hesitates. “Addison is expecting me.”
“Change of plans.” I take the bag. “Go grab your own lunch. Take an extra hour.”
He opens his mouth to argue. But then thinks about my offer to take a long lunch, and he nods.
Smart kid.
The elevator ride to the fortieth floor takes too long.
But when I finally arrive at her office, her door is open.
She’s at her desk, hair pulled up, sleeves pushed to her elbows.
I knock once on the doorframe.
She glances up and freezes when she sees me.
“Axel.”
“I brought you your lunch.” I hold up the bag. “River’s taking a break.”
Her eyes narrow. “You sent my assistant away?”
“I gave him extra time off. I’m generous like that.”
I step inside and close the door behind me.
She watches me set the bag on her desk. “What do you want?”
“Straight to it, then.” I sit in the chair across from her. “You slept with Liam.”
Color floods her cheeks. She stands. “Get out.”
I lean back in the chair. “No.”
“What happened between Liam and me is none of your business.”
I don’t respond to that. “Nolan suggested you might need some space. I gave you that.” I rise and move around the desk. “But I’m done waiting.”
She backs up and bumps into the window. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“Then tell me to leave and mean it.”
Her chest rises and falls. Fast. Too fast.
I stop three feet away. Close enough that I can close the distance between us quickly. Far enough that she could walk past me if she wanted.
She doesn’t move.
“Why are you here, Axel?”
“Because you want me here.”
Her breath catches. “That’s—”
“True.” I hold her stare. “Tell me to leave and mean it. I will.”
She doesn’t speak.
“Then stop fighting this.”
“Axel, this is my office. And it’s the middle of the day.”
“So?” I move closer. “You gonna pretend you don’t want me here?”
She grabs my shirt and pulls me against her. This seems to be our pattern: push, push back, she kisses me.
Fuck yes.
The kiss is angry. Desperate.
I pin her against the window. My hands find her waist, slide up her ribs. She arches into the touch, and a groan tears from my throat.
I pull back enough to look at her.
“Have you been thinking about how hard I made you come?” My fingers work the buttons on her blouse. “How wet you got for me?”
Her pupils widen at my words.
“That’s what I thought.” I push her blouse off her shoulders. Her bra is black lace. Simple. Sexy as hell.
I unhook it and let it fall.
“Goddamn.” My hands cup her breasts, and my thumbs brush over her nipples.
She pushes closer to me, wanting more.
“Tell me what you want.” I keep my touch light. Teasing.
“Touch me.”
I slide one hand down to her skirt. Hike it up. “Where?”
She narrows her eyes. “You know where.”
“Say it.” I trace the edge of her underwear, but don’t go further. “Use your words.”
Her hips shift forward. Seeking. “Between my legs.”
“Good girl.” I hook my fingers in her underwear and pull them down, letting them fall to her ankles.
She kicks them away.
“But I’m not using my hands this time.” I drop to my knees. “Spread your legs.”
She does. I grip her thighs and pull one over my shoulder.
My mouth finds her. Hot. Wet. Already desperate for me.
She cries out.
I work her with my tongue. Slow at first. Then harder when her hips buck forward.
“You taste so fucking good.” I pull back just enough to speak. “I could do this all day.”
“Nobody is stopping you,” she breathes.
I smile at her response, then drag my tongue through her folds, circling her clit. “I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Her fingers thread through my hair, and then she pulls. The sharp pain makes my dick throb.
I suck her clit into my mouth. She jerks against me.
“That’s it.” I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue works. “Ride my face.”
She does. Rocking her hips. Grinding against my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re filthy when you let go.” I curl my fingers. Find the spot that makes her thighs tremble. “Look at you, using my mouth to get you off. So goddamn hot.”
“Axel, oh my god, I’m close!”
“Tell me what you’re close to.”
“Coming—”
“Yeah you are.” I stroke, lick, and suck her clit relentlessly. “All over my tongue. Let me taste it.”
Her orgasm hits. She clenches around my fingers, and I taste her release.
I don’t stop. Keep working her through it, until she’s shaking and oversensitive and trying to push me away.
When I finally pull back, my mouth is wet. I wipe it with the back of my hand.
She’s breathing hard and staring at me like she can’t quite believe what just happened.
I stand and let her see how hard I am.
“Now I’m gonna fuck you.”
She fumbles with my belt, and then my zipper to get my pants open. Her hand wraps around my dick, and I groan.
“I need you.” I groan into her mouth.
She pulls me closer, pushing my pants down. “Then stop talking and fuck me.”
I grip her hips and lift her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She does. I line myself up to her pussy and thrust inside in one stroke.
We both groan.
“Fuck.” I thrust again, not giving her time to adjust to my size. “You feel incredible.”
I pull out and slam back in. Hard.
She gasps.
“This is what you wanted?” I set a brutal pace. “Me fucking you against your office window?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Good. So good. Your cock is so big. Don’t stop.”
“Not planning to.” I angle her hips and go deeper. “You take my dick so well. Like your pussy was made for me.”
She moans.
“You like that? You like hearing how good you feel?” I drive into her harder. “How tight and wet and perfect your pussy is?”
“Yes, Axel. Yes.”
“Say my name again,” I command.
“Axel.”
“Louder.”
“Axel!”
I don’t slow down.
“You gonna come for me again?” I slide one hand between us and find her clit.
“Yes. Oh my fucking god, yes.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Axel. Make me come. I need—”
I stroke her clit in rhythm with my thrusts. “Need what?”
She rocks her hips harder. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
Fuck.
I thrust harder, deeper. “Come for me, Addison.”
She clenches around me, and the sensation drags me over the edge with her.
The climax tears through me. Every muscle goes tight, and I can’t breathe. I just feel her core clenching around my cock while I pump into her. My hips jerk as I empty myself completely.
We’re both breathing hard. Still pressed against the window.
I set her down gently. Her legs shake.
We don’t speak. Just clean up. She fixes her clothes. I pull up my pants.
When we’re both dressed, she sits on the edge of her desk.
I take the chair.
“We need to talk,” she says finally.
“About?”
“This. Us. Whatever this is.”
I study her. “You’re scared.”
“I’m confused.” She picks at her skirt. “I slept with Liam. Now you. And I’m attracted to Nolan, too, although nothing has happened between us.” She stops. “I want all three of you, and I don’t know what to do with that.”
“So, want us.” I shift forward. “What’s the problem?”
“Because having feelings for all three of you is insane. I can’t expect you, or Liam, or Nolan, to be okay with that.”
I keep my shoulders squared. “You’re trying to fit into some box that doesn’t exist. Some rule about how relationships are supposed to work.”
“There are rules.”
“Fuck the rules.” I stand. Move closer. “You want all three of us. We want you. So, we’ll make it work.”
“How?”
“Stop trying to make yourself fit around us.” I cup her face. “Make us fit around you.”
She blinks. “What?”
“You’re the one with the power here, Addison. Not us.” I run my thumb along her cheekbone. “Liam needs you. I want you. Nolan’s half in love with you already. You’re the one deciding what this becomes.”
“No. This can’t work.”
“It can.” I kiss her forehead. “Stop giving away your power because you think you’re supposed to choose. Choose all of us. Or none of us. But stop torturing yourself over rules that don’t matter. Nobody is asking for a commitment. Let’s just enjoy whatever this is.”
She’s quiet for a long moment.
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“Then it doesn’t.” I shrug. “But what if it does?”
Her eyes search mine, trying to determine if I mean it.
Fuck it. She deserves the truth.
“I’m scared of being second,” I admit. “Always have been. Scared you’ll pick one of my brothers, and I’ll be the one you settle for. The backup plan.”
Her expression softens, and she reaches for me.
I take her hand and kiss the back of it. “But I’ll take that risk over watching you settle.” I release her hand and step back. “Think about it.”
I head for the door.
“Axel.”
I stop. Look back.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For telling me the truth.”
I smirk, and then I leave.
The hallway is empty except for Liam. He’s twenty feet away.
Well, this is terrible timing.
He has a file in hand, and he’s heading toward Addison’s office.
His eyes track over me. My shirt is untucked. Hair is a mess.
It’s pretty obvious what just happened.
We lock eyes. He knows.
I can see it in the way his posture shifts. The slight narrowing of his gaze.
His eyes drop to the folder in his hands, then back to me.
I don’t apologize, and I don’t explain.
He nods once. Then turns and walks away.
Message received. She’s not just his. And this is about to get complicated.