9. CHAPTER 4
AXL
All I can taste is my girl on my tongue. The piercings in my cock press so hard against my jeans that the pain is making me want to risk whatever they’d do to me and fuck her wet cunt. Death would be worth it just to have her.
Fuck. Not yet. And right at this moment, I hate the fucking Ravens. Now I know what that pure sugar between her thighs tastes like, and I have to walk out of this room and not fuck her for three more weeks.
She’s watching me. Her skirt is still bunched at her waist, and her thighs are still wet. She’s got that look on her face like she thinks she’s won something.
I might not be able to fuck her yet. But I always fucking win, and she’s going to be my pretty little prize. I’m about to mark my fucking territory and paint her skin with my cum. This is why I shouldn’t have played with her yet. I already can’t stop obsessing about her.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see the name on the screen. Every part of me that was still thinking about her pussy has to be shoved aside when this man calls.
“Sir.”
“I need you and Priest at an address in an hour.” Dane Sinclair’s voice is on the other end of the phone.
He gets right to fucking business. He’s a member of the Council and controls the Talons.
He’s one of the most powerful Ravens—one I’ve got a great deal of respect for in the way that he protects what’s his—and no one gets to tell him no.
“Wear your masks. I’ll send the details. Justin Carter will meet you there.”
My jaw tightens. “Justin?”
“My brother?” Saylor asks, obviously listening to my fucking conversation. I point at her to silence her.
“Is that going to be a problem?” Dane asks in my ear.
Fuck yes, it’s a fucking problem. The last time I worked with Justin Carter, I ended up sidelined for three weeks because that piece of shit can’t be trusted to do his fucking job.
The time before that, he pulled bullshit there too.
I don’t know if he did it on purpose or if he’s just that shitty at his job.
Either way, I don’t want to fucking work with him.
But I can’t refuse Dane Sinclair. The man controls us, and he’s been like a father to me. Or what I think a father should be like. Mine mostly just talks about his companies and stays out of my way.
“No, sir.” It’s the only acceptable response.
“Good. Be there within the hour.”
“I might need a bit more time.” I glance at Dylan’s body on the floor, staring at the bent angle of his neck. I grin at the dead fuck. “I have something to deal with first.”
The line goes quiet for a second.
“What the fuck did you do?”
I’m going to tell him the truth. It’s usually better that way. “I have a body to deal with.”
“Goddamnit. Whose?” That gets his attention.
“He’s the TA at Graves. That Davidson prick we were looking into.”
Another pause and then a groan. “Fuck, Axl.” He huffs. “Not again. You know how to try my fucking patience. Get it handled and get your ass where I need you to fucking be.”
The call ends.
I pocket my phone and look at Saylor. She hasn’t moved from the desk. She’s watching me with her arms crossed and her chin tipped up. She’s still trying to figure out who I was just talking to.
“What was that about my brother?”
It was just my luck that the fucking asshat is my girl’s brother.
I’m half convinced that’s why he fucked me over in our last assignment.
I’ve made zero attempt to hide who I will be claiming in the hunt.
I want them all to know she’s going to be mine and just how serious I am.
That protective-big-brother shit isn’t going to stop me from getting what’s mine.
“Pull your skirt down,” I tell her, ignoring her question. “And I need to borrow your phone for a minute.”
“What? Why?”
“Saylor, just give me your goddamn phone.” Things are going to be much easier if she just does what she’s told. We’ll work on that.
She huffs and grabs the hoodie from the corner of the desk. She pulls her phone out of the pocket and hands it to me.
I install an app on it and then quickly save my number in it. I send a quick text to myself so I have hers too. The only reason I hadn’t done this years ago was to keep from torturing myself. Too late for that now.
She’s off the desk with her skirt covering her thighs again. Her legs are unsteady when her feet hit the floor, and she grabs the edge to keep her balance. If that made her legs shaky, then she won’t be able to walk for fucking weeks after I finally fuck her.
My phone dings in my pocket as it receives the text I sent to myself, and I hand her phone back to her.
“Where’s my panties?” She holds out her hand.
I pull the black lace out of my back pocket, bring it to my nose, and inhale. Her scent is still all over them. I’m going to need these later.
“You’re not getting these back.” I tuck them back into my pocket. “Go home. Straight home. Don’t stop anywhere. And I’m not fucking kidding.”
Her eyes narrow. “You can’t just—”
“What did I tell you about making me tell you things twice?” I step closer. Her chin tips up because she has to look that far to meet my eyes. “You’re going to get your ass home and put on some fucking pants so no one can see what’s mine.”
Her mouth opens to argue, but I stop her. “Go, Saylor. Right now.”
“Fuck you, Axl.”
She spins on her heel to do as I told her, but I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her back to me. I lick along her jaw, up to her ear. I’m so fucking addicted to her.
“I’m going to, baby. I promise you that. Now, don’t you want to be my good girl and just do what I fucking say?”
She whimpers and melts back into my chest. I file that away for later, knowing that my girl likes to be praised. I’ll make her the best fucking good girl.
I let her go and smack her ass, feeling her full cheek through the thin material of her skirt. One gust of wind and someone is going to see my pussy. “Straight to your fucking car, Saylor.”
I’d walk her there myself if I didn’t have to deal with fuckwad over here and wasn’t in a hurry to get to where Dane needs us. It’s not quite dark outside, so I need her to get in her car right fucking now.
My phone makes a quick buzz in my pocket. I expect it to be from Dane with the location he wants Priest and me to be.
She walks to the door, grips the handle, and stops. “We’ll see if you manage to catch me, Axl.”
“You’re already mine, Saylor. And if you test me, you’re going to find out who the fuck I am.”
Saylor grins at me and, fuck, my dick throbs harder. I don’t know how I’m going to make it three more weeks. “I still have a few weeks of freedom then.” She winks at me. That’s going to earn her more time on her knees.
Then she’s out the door. I’m half tempted to chase her down the hallway and make her kneel while I jack off onto her pretty face. She’d have a hard time winking at me with cum in her lashes. That’s exactly what I had planned to fucking do before Dane called.
But I don’t have time for that right now. Fuck my life.
Priest enters and leans against the door frame with his phone in his hand.
“Put your fucking phone away. We have a problem.”
He pockets his phone. “Besides the dead, piss-stained dipshit there?”
“Dane just called. He needs us at an address within the hour for an assignment.”
Priest pushes off the wall. “What’s the job?”
“He didn’t say. Just to scope it out is all I got. He’s sending details.” I check my phone. He sent the address and said more information was coming soon. “We need to deal with the body first.”
“A fucking hour isn’t enough time to bury a body and get wherever-the-fuck we’re supposed to be.” Priest’s already moving to the body. “And why is the assignment a problem? You don’t even know what it is.”
“Justin. He’s going to be on this with us.”
Priest stops and turns around. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“That guy’s an asshat. The last time you worked with him, you couldn’t train for weeks.” Priest shakes his head. “And he walked away like nothing happened. I still think he did that shit on purpose, even if we can’t prove it.”
“I’m fucking aware.”
Justin got a warning from Dane not to let something like that happen again, but that was it. He’s got no reason to believe Justin would have done something intentionally. But I’m not buying it.
“There’s something off about him, Axl. I’ve been saying it for years. He’s a fucking creep.” Priest grabs Dylan’s ankles. “I don’t trust him.”
“Neither do I.” And I’m going to be stuck spending more time with him once his sister is in my bed every night.
He probably thinks that’s the reason I want her—to get to him.
It certainly makes it even sweeter, but it’s not the only reason.
Justin Carter doesn’t mean enough to me.
I wouldn’t put in that much effort, unless it’s to beat his fucking ass.
If it pisses him off that I’m going to make his sister my dirty little whore, that’s just a bonus.
I grab Dylan under the armpits. His head lolls at the angle I left it. “But it’s not like I could tell Dane that we won’t work with him.”
We start moving toward the back stairwell. I’m going to have to call in Kase and Crew to clean the office and handle the video footage at the school. It’s not like the Ravens don’t already own the police and could make anything go away, but it’s better to cover all of our bases.
“Just watch your back.”
“I can handle Justin Carter.”
“I know you can.” Priest adjusts his grip. “But it’s going to be hard to claim your girl if you get yourself hurt again. All that waiting and then not being able to give her a decent fuck.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles and kicks the stairwell door open with his boot. “So did you let her come?”
“Shut the fuck up.” He may be my best friend, but he doesn’t need to know shit about my girl.
He grins. “And I’m guessing your balls are solid fucking blue.”