Chapter 24
A Very Stalkerish History
A new set of bruises outline Axel Creed's face. But he didn't get those during the altercation at the Baseball House. Eyewitness accounts say no one even got a punch in against him. So, Mr. Creed, what have you been doing? And can we watch it?
Axel
My pout turns into a full-fledged stank eye as I hear Scarlett turn the shower off.
She wouldn't let me shower with her and locked the door.
The thought of me busting down said door makes me finally smile.
However, I'm going to behave for now, because she still wants to talk about everything.
My smirk turns into an all-teeth smile because the jokes on her.
I'm naked and not putting on any clothes.
Since we've had sex, she shouldn't mind.
This should serve as a distraction also, for when we have “the talk.”
Scarlett made me shower first because of the blood and sweat from the fight. She did say that winning turned her on. I’ll take that. Laying across the bed with nothing but a smile should get her blood pumping.
“Axel put him away.”
I laugh. “Nope. This is a free country, babe.”
She puts her hands on her hips, but her expression remains cool as a cucumber. Scarlet smiles back at me as she drops her towel on the bedroom floor. “Two can play that game, babe.”
My throat constricts, and my chest is on fire. Well, that went sideways with a quickness. My cock is giving her a full metal salute and lying on my belly. “Let's get this talk over with, Wallflower. So that he can show you just how much he appreciates the view.”
Her eyes darken, and her nipples are fully erect. “Axel, as much as I appreciate the view of you. Now that we're in a committed relationship, we gotta have serious talks sometimes."
My smile turns devilish as I begin to stroke my erection. “Yeah, I know that Scar.” She takes one of the three pillows off the floor and hits me square between the eyes. My pride is wounded, but I laugh.
“Axel, if you want any more sexy time tonight, you'll put that pillow in front of your dick until after we have our discussion.”
All I really heard come out of her mouth was sexy time. I want to stay in her good graces, so I do what I'm told for the first time in my life. “Yes, ma'am.”
Unfortunately, when Scarlett sits down, it's on her computer chair and not my face. My Red also puts her towel back on. “Axel, how did you know where I was tonight, and how did you hear mine and Brody's conversation?”
I didn't think that was going to be her first question. Fuck. “I may or may not have bugged your phone and put a tracker on your person.”
Scarlett's eyes widen, but she keeps a straight face. “Axel, undo it all now!”
“Nah, Scarlett, the tracker can't be removed for a year, and the bug stays on your phone.” I hand her my phone. “We can do the same thing to mine.”
Her face is no longer blank. It is as furious as I've ever witnessed, and I've pissed her off quite a few times now. “Axel, what the fuck? Are you lying to me about the year?”
I shrug. “Honestly, I don't know, but I'm still not removing the fucking tracker, Scarlett.”
“How do you even know someone to buy a tracker off of?” Scarlett whispers in calm fury.
He's a good friend, actually. “It's not really that uncommon in my world, Scarlett. It came with a second one so that you can track me, too.”
“Where is it!?” So much for the calm part.
I point to the back of my neck. “It's at the base of your neck.”
“Do you not trust me?” She huffs.
“Of course I do, but if we’re talking about trust, you straight up lied to my face. I also don’t trust other people. Nobody needs to fuck with you, and if they do, I'll know it.” I huff back.
“Axel, do you not see how creepy that is? I could just tell you when someone upsets me.” But she won't.
“Maybe it’s a little creepy, but it's called caring about my girlfriend. And Scarlett, again, let me remind you that you lied to my face, and told Toby about tonight but not me?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, sir. No turning this around on me when I have a freaking tracker on my neck.” She's got a point, but pleading the fifth, my mouth doesn't say a thing. “Axel, how are you in all my classes?”
Fuck me. “The first two were by sheer accident, but I hacked into the main server and had to change the last two.” She throws her hands in air.
***
My mind tells me to get the hell away from him, but my heart and libido say, “Take me now!” Axel's confessions turn me on instead of off. Maybe there is something wrong with both of us. And It's called obsession. -Scarlett
Axel meets my stare with no shame. “When did you decide you were going to go after me and that stalking wasn't enough?”
He blushes. “Honestly, I think it was inevitable, but probably when you broke my dick.”
I laugh. “Come again? Yes, pun intended.”
Axel smirks. “Scarlett, I haven't had sex since Freshman year. My dick literally stopped working. Because it has always been you.”
Desire flows through my belly and creates a sweet throbbing between my legs. “How many times did you watch me, and I didn't know you were there?”
“A few times.” He vaguely answers.
“How many times did you break into my old apartment?” I whisper. He shakes his head, but I need details. “How many, Axel?”
“Does it really matter?” He deflects.
“No, but I still have a right to know,” I answer honestly.
He gulps. “Almost every night for a year.”
Oh, I wasn't expecting that. “Why?”
“Because I'm obsessed with you, and I have been for two years, Scarlett.”
“Why did you wait so long?” I ask.
“Because I was a fool.” He winces.
“But why?” I know the answer, but I need to hear him say it.
“Come on, Scarlett.” He pleads.
“Axel, I need you to admit it out loud.” Call it self-torture, but still.
“My father is an asshole, Scarlett, that's the reason I've only ever dated supermodels. Am I attracted to them? Sure, but those aren't the only ones that I find beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman, person I have ever seen or known.” He smiles over at me.
I can feel myself blushing. “Well, don't worry, I never have to meet your dad.”
“I won't keep you a secret, Scarlett. He already knows, anyway. He's coming to a football game so that we can discuss it.” He shrugs.
My face turns serious. I don't want to cause trouble between him and his family. “Axel, as much as it would kill me, maybe we should break up. I don't want to cause friction between you and your dad.”
He moves to the edge of the bed so fast, the throw pillow still in place, and grabs my hand. “Scarlett, there will always be trouble between me and him because, in many ways, we are alike, but I won't give you up even if he threatens to cut me off.”
“What does cutting you off mean? Obviously, money, but you could survive without it. Hell, most of us are poor here, and we make it just fine. Do you mean he will have nothing to do with you if you choose to stay with me?” My heart breaks for him.
He nods. “That's exactly what I mean, Scarlett. But if there's one thing I've learned over the past two years of being in Texas, it's that family isn't always blood. And if Theodore Creed can easily write me off, then so be it.”
A chill runs up and down my spine. “When he visits, do I have to meet him? My vote is no, but he's your dad, so whatever you want me to do.”
He clinches his jaw. “I don't want you anywhere fucking near him, Scarlett. He'll seek you out, and if I can't keep you from him, he'll offer you money to leave me alone.”
My heart shoots to my throat. My face turns rigid. “I won't accept anything from him, Axel.”
He kisses my lips. “I know we wouldn't be together if I thought you would.” I've never really been bold or highly comfortable in my own skin, but Axel makes me feel sexy.
Alive. Taking my towel, I slowly throw it back on the floor.
He reaches for me, and without hesitation, I fall into his arms. “If I would have known that would be your reaction to my stalkerish ways, I'd have told you months ago.” Axel smells me in the crease of my neck.
“You smell like vanilla and honey, and it drives me crazy.
I swear on my life that I got a hard-on the other day while munchin' on some honey Teddy Grahams. All because they smell just like you.”
My body erupts in laughter. “You're crazy.”
Axel flips me on my back and hovers over me. He spreads my legs and rubs his cock over my clit. Eliciting a sigh of pleasure from my lips. “Is that crazy enough for you?”
My heart lives and beats for this man. What a scary thought.
“Crazy is overrated. However, insane, that's much better.” Axel cups my pussy at the same time he bites my nipple.
Pain and pleasure rip through me, and I scream out his name.
My wetness is dripping down to the bed, but it doesn't embarrass me.
I'm more comfortable with him now. He's seen me bare, and still, he wants me. Craves me even.
I can't hold back a wince as his two fingers enter me. He gently kisses my lips, which contradicts how his fingers drive into me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Please—don't stop.” My raspy voice sounds foreign to my ears.
His answering growl sounds throughout my small bedroom.
My eyes roll back in my head as I'm on the edge.
My pants of pleasure come out in crescendos.
Soft to loud. The bright lights of my release seize my vision.
“Axel!” I cry as he takes my lips roughly in his.
He throws me to the middle of the bed. The tip of his cock at my entrance.
He pushes into me with an almost look of reverence on his face.
“You're so beautiful, Scar.” Our first couple of times, it was about built-up raw need, but right now, in this moment, it's about exploring and enjoying each other.
Axel buries himself deeper inside me with each savage thrust. Taking my nails, I rake them down his back.
He moans with satisfaction, putting his forehead to mine.
His smooth silk voice begs for more. “Do that again.”
His long, wavy hair falls down in a canopy around us.
The cut of my nails felt good to him, just as his bite felt good on my breast. I do what he wants me to do, and his body shivers.
He pulls my legs fully around his waist. I scream in ecstasy as he rubs my clit with his thumb.
Axel pounds into my pussy, over and over again.
The sound is loud as he smacks into my fleshy skin.
We climb higher and higher to our release.
“Come on, Wallflower, let go.” We both come at the same time, with a shout.
Axel lays across me, both of us spent from our feverish lovemaking.
“It's never been like this Scarlett. Never.”
My body count isn't as high as his, but that doesn't make my statement any less accurate. “It hasn't for me either, Axel, never, not even once.”