Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Axel
I manage to get Mish alone for a minute, before we leave the artisan centre, while Jade goes to check out the racks of terracotta pots. “What’s going on?” I ask, keeping my voice low. “I thought I was the enemy.”
Mish shakes her head. “I do trust you, Axel,” she says, eventually. “I know you want to do the right thing by the cave, and the island. So if you say Jade is cool, then I have to accept that.”
I stare at her, wondering if she’s messing with me. But there’s an earnestness in her gaze. Then her face creases in a mischievous smile. “Besides, she’s a wicked surfer. Way better than you. Thought she might be able to teach me something, if I made friends with her.”
Typical Mish. Still, I’m glad she’s come around. And that she believes me, even if the council are unsure. It’s nice to have someone in my corner.
The feeling bolsters me as we head back down the hillside, heading towards Dom’s place, even though I want to go back home.
But there has to be more to whatever is between us than just sex.
I want to spend time with Jade, get to know the layers of this endlessly fascinating woman, not just fuck her.
Then her hands tug at my waist.
“Pull over somewhere.”
“What?” I can barely hear her through the rushing wind and my helmet, as we coast back downhill towards the coast. Then one of her hands slides downward, cupping my groin, and her meaning becomes clear.
I’m instantly hard.
I swallow, slowing the scooter, looking for a good place to pull in. I settle for a grassy spot, the trees dense and tangled, a faint glimpse of blue ocean beyond. I wheel the bike into the trees, as far as I can go. Hopefully no one will see us.
But, as her questing hands delve deeper, undoing my shorts so my erection springs free, any concern I might have had about being seen disappears. Yeah, I want to know her. But damn, I want to fuck her, too.
Jade
Straddling Axel’s scooter, pressed against him, is doing things to me.
I don’t want to die in an accident, though, so I get him to pull over. He’s barely got us under cover of the trees before I’m on him, releasing his cock, stroking it.
“Jade… Fuck, what the hell?” There’s laughter in his voice, though, as he undoes his helmet, taking it off and dropping it to the ground. I release him long enough to do the same, thinking I might like to take him in my mouth again.
But he seems to have other ideas, turning around to face me, his feet on the ground either side of the scooter. He grabs my hips, pulling me to him, grinding his hard length against me as he kisses me.
I wrap my legs around him, wishing I’d worn a skirt, or something easier to get off than cargo trousers.
Axel’s hand is already under my top, caressing me, squeezing my nipples as my head goes back, his mouth on my throat.
God, now he’s undoing my trousers, groaning when he feels how wet I am.
He pulls back, turning me around so I have to bend forwards, my hands on the seat.
He pulls my trousers and underwear down so they tangle at my ankles, baring me to him.
I’m aching for him, desperate to have him inside me.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I push back, trying not to cry out as he plunges deep.
God, it’s so good though, so tight and full I can barely stand it.
My hands clench on the leather seat as he starts to move, and my world narrows to sensation, his smoky scent, the slide of his skin against mine, heat and wetness and fullness.
He leans against me, his hand coming round to my clit. I can’t help moaning.
“Oh god, Axel, oh…” Release beckons, my orgasm building like thunderclouds.
“Jade,” he groans against me. “Oh, fuck.” He grabs my hips, his thrusts increasing in intensity.
I pant and moan, grabbing at the leather seat, bending forward so he can go as deep as possible, wanting all of him.
He comes at almost the same time I do, both of us moaning, my cheek against the seat cushion.
It’s so fucking good. Axel leans on me, panting, then his hands slide down the sides of my hips as he pulls out.
“Jesus Christ, Jade.”
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Sorry?” He helps me straighten up, pulling up my underwear, my trousers.
I’m a mess, but I’ll sort it out when we get back to the compound.
I imagine we’ll be falling into bed again anyway.
Or maybe we’ll soak in that massive bath of his now I’ve finally got the all-clear.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” He turns me to face him.
His expression is so tender, his mouth relaxed, his gorgeous eyes soft.
“I didn’t want to wait, either. Why’d you think I was going so fast? ”
“Because you were hungry for lunch?”
“I was hungry for you.” One corner of his mouth quirks up.
I want to kiss it, so I do, taking my time, tasting him, sinking into his arms. “I guess we can eat lunch at home, then?” I breathe, once I can talk again.
“I think that’s probably best.” His voice is a low growl. “There are things I want to eat that really should be done in private.”
Oh shit. A pulse beats between my legs, despite what we’ve just done. Will it ever end, this fierce longing for him? I’ve never known anything like it.
“Hmm, I’m hungry too,” I say, pressing against him. It’s not a lie. And I’m not talking about lunch, either. He seems to get the message, his hands sliding over the curve of my backside as he kisses me, deeply. He lifts his head, and I swear I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.
“Let’s get going, then.”