Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Sienna is quiet for a moment, and then I realize what I said could be misunderstood. I open my mouth to explain, but she beats me to it. “I wish I had taken self-defense lessons when Maddox begged me to. Not that I think it would have mattered. He drugged me before I even knew what was happening.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you, Sienna. The world should be a safe place for women to exist, but there are men out there corrupting it, poisoning it with their evil. I’m looking forward to the day I’m alone with him.”
“I want him to die, Axel. Painfully and slowly. Does that make me a terrible person?”
“Baby girl, maybe I’m jaded, but I think that’s completely normal after what he put you through. Have you met Saige? Is she a terrible person?”
“No, I want to be more like her. I don’t want to feel like a victim. I don’t want to give him any power; he’s had it for way too long. I want it back.”
“You don’t need to be more like anyone, you just need to be you. Do you think you could kill someone?”
“No.”
“And that’s o—”
“But I could kill him. I want to kill him.”
“If you’re serious, I’ll make it happen.”
Sienna chooses to drop the subject, changing it entirely. “Do you really love being a Hell’s Heathen?”
“Yeah,” I answer without having to think. “I do.”
“You all remind me of what the Kingsnakes were like before Cain took over. Well, from what I could tell. I grew up in this life, but my dad kept me so excluded, probably to protect me from men. He never trusted anyone, even the good guys. And then after everything, I never wanted to go back to the clubhouse.”
“We may do terrible shit, but it’s all justified and in the name of the greater good. Saige used to be an attorney. She became a vigilante after she realized the courts don’t do jack shit most of the time to get justice. So, she takes it into her own hands. We do the same.”
“It’s why you guys are helping Maddox.”
“Partly.”
“Partly?”
“Yeah, baby girl, partly.” She doesn’t press for more information.
She knows we’re helping her brother get his club back because Cain killed our brother, because we deserve justice for him taking Rolo from us.
But what she doesn’t realize is that we’re also doing it for her.
To give her freedom to live without constant fear at her back, needing to move from place to place every time Saint gets spooked.
I’m going to free her from the hold he has on her, and I’ll burn the world to the fucking ground if I have to.
“Goodnight, Axel,” she breathes, rolling onto her side.
“Goodnight, Sienna.”
The open window blows cool air into the room, and I’ve noticed the temperature dropping the last few nights.
I hope it means we’re in for an early fall.
I’m so over this hot, muggy bullshit. I think what I really need is a few hours on my bike, the open road, and wind at my back.
I wonder if Sienna would be up for going with me.
I want to get her on the back of my bike.
A place reserved only for our old ladies.
Sienna tosses and turns several times next to me while I’m lost in my own head, and I wonder if she’s battling the same things.
These feelings, this pull to each other.
Neither of us expected it, and I’d bet my life she’s struggling with that.
But fuck if I’m not crazy about her, completely obsessed with making her feel good and confident.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask after she flips over two more times.
“Yes. No. Restless. I can’t sleep, can’t shut my mind off.”
“What do you normally do to get your nervous system to calm?”
“I don’t. I always hover in this cruel in-between space of semi-sleep.”
I roll over onto my side, running the tips of my fingers slowly down her arm. “You slept last night, though, next to me.”
“Don’t be too flattered. I’m sure it was the orgasm,” she quips. I laugh, deep and low, knowing she’s probably not completely wrong. But I know it’s partly because of me, too. She said so herself. I calm her nervous system.
“That probably had something to do with it, sweetheart, you’re not wrong there.”
“Yeah . . .” she whispers, rubbing her thighs together.
I’d bet my life she’s replaying my fingers playing with her clit until she came on my hand this morning.
Fuck I loved the feel of her in my arms, the way her body arched into me, her silky pussy so soft against my fingers. My cock hardens at the thought.
Fuck. I know what will help make her sleep, something I’ve been dreaming about for a long-ass time now. Especially after tasting her on my fingers.
I sit up, pushing the sheets off of us, sliding down so my face is near her hips, my hands massaging her thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping.”
“By doing what, exactly?”
“You like my touch, right? And we’re helping you be okay with it?”
“I’m more than okay with your touch, Axel.” I smirk against her hip, dropping a chaste kiss over the fabric of the shirt.
“Good.” I drop another kiss, slightly lower this time. “Can I kiss you, Sienna?”
“We said no—”
“Not your mouth. Can I kiss between your legs?” Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling harder now. I know she wants this, her hips are already chasing my mouth, her body knowing exactly what it wants.
“How is that going to help?”
“Trust me, sweetheart, once my mouth is on your pussy, you won’t be able to think about anything else. And after you come? You’re gonna get the best sleep of your life. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you since the moment I met you, but if you’re not ready, if you don’t want this . . .”
“Axel . . .”
“Tell me you want this, Sienna. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy. Tell me you want me to make you come. And if you don’t, I’ll happily just hold you while you sleep.”
She hesitates for a moment, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, eyes darting back and forth frantically between my own, searching for the lie, searching for the truth.
She has to know by now I’d do anything for her, and eating her pussy until she comes on my tongue is the easiest thing I’ll ever do for her.
Something I’m realizing is every request Sienna makes.
I naturally want to do whatever she needs.
It’s easy, simple, and never a fucking hardship.
I know it’ll help clear her mind and help her sleep.
Fuck, if this works, we can make it a nightly routine.
She needs orgasms before bed? Fucking easy. I’ll eat her pussy anytime she needs.
“Yeah, Axel. I want it.”
I smile up at her as I drop a chaste kiss to her panty line, my fingers dipping into the waistband and dragging the thin fabric down her legs. She helps kick them off, and then I get settled between her thighs, pulling one leg over my shoulder, and pushing the other outward to stretch her open.
“Such a good girl. Relax for me, okay? And if you don’t like it, just tell me to stop. I don’t do games. Stop means stop. No means no. Those are your safe words. Got it?”
“Yes.” She smiles. I clock everything: her lip between her teeth, her glossy, aroused eyes, the way her hands are balled at her sides into the sheets, her breathing. She’s wound so fucking tight.
“I just want to take care of you, baby girl, just want to make you feel good.”
Then I finally glance down and come face-to-face with her center. Of all the times I imagined being between Sienna’s legs, nothing compares to the sight before me. A thin swatch of short, light-red hair trails down, leading me right to her glistening center.
She’s already so wet, and it’s just from talking about me being in this very spot.
With her history, I’m not about to ask if I’m the first man to be right here, but what I am going to do is take my time and show her what it should be like, what to expect from anyone she allows after me.
A sharp pain jolts between my ribs and nearly takes my breath away.
Fuck that shit. The thought of anyone being where I am makes me want to burn the world down around us.
That’s not gonna happen unless she wants it to, and even then, I’m gonna have to put up a fight.
I nuzzle my nose into her pubic hair, taking a deep inhale of her sweet, musky scent, filling my lungs with her essence.
My fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, just enough to anchor us both.
I’m hanging on the edge of control as the scent clouds all my senses.
My mouth salivates as I use my thumbs to gently spread open her lips, looking at the glistening pink flesh inside.
“Christ. You have such a pretty little pussy.” I say the words more to myself than to her, my lips ghosting across her flesh.
Then I’m finally tasting her. I use the flat of my tongue to lick up her length, hole to clit, her flavor exploding on my tongue.
Her hips jerk when I make contact, so I hold her a little firmer, pressing my tongue against her clit and flicking. Fuck, she tastes incredible.
“Oh, god.”
“You can pray to him all you want, sweetheart, but God can’t save you from what I’m about to do.”
“Axel!”
“That’s it. Call out to me. It sounds so much better than god,” I tell her, gently nibbling the skin at her inner thigh.
I work my way back to her center, kissing over every inch of her flesh.
She’s so fucking wet, and as I drag my tongue back down, I press it into her center, fucking her nice and slow with it.
Her sweet taste floods my mouth, and I can’t get enough.
I want to fuse myself to this woman, want to make her mine for all of eternity. I never want to leave this spot.