Chapter 11
AXEL
It’s been a long day.
Nothing has really gone wrong, but not having my eye on Wren has me being a fucking wreck. It just confirms for me that I’d rather be the one looking out for her than have the prospects doing it. For my own sanity.
Don’t get me wrong, I trust the prospects that we have right now.
Noah and Levi are about to finish their prospecting time, and we are in the process of planning a party for them.
Ace and Theo will be patching in not long after them.
It’s going to be hard to find such a good group of prospects again.
The problem is, the only person I trust watching Wren, is me.
I pull out my phone to check the time and sigh in relief when I realize that Wren is already off work. I decide to text Noah and ask if she’s left yet.
Noah: She left the office about ten minutes ago. I’m waiting for her at her apartment right now. She said she needed to grab something before coming to the clubhouse.
Axel: Good. Get her here safely.
Noah: Of course.
“What’s got you in such a bad mood today?” Luke asks, startling me as he stops beside me.
“Nothing,” I grumble.
“Sure, looks like nothing,” he smirks before walking away.
The guys all know something is wrong with me. They all know what it is. Hopefully, I’ll be in a better mood once she gets here.
I walk upstairs and down the hallway to my suite, punching in the code and heading inside.
I look around to make sure everything is picked up and clean.
This will be the first time that Wren sees my suite in the light of day.
I want to make a good impression. I’m a clean guy, but I’m still a guy. Sometimes shit gets left lying around.
I walk into my room and grab a fresh set of sheets from the closet. I strip the bed and put the new sheets on, fluffing the pillows and blankets before throwing the old sheets in my hamper. I look around the room for something else to do, but my phone vibrates in my pocket, stopping me.
Noah: Just pulled in.
I shove my phone back into my pocket and try to slow my steps as I walk out of my suite and back downstairs. I don’t want to scare her off when she sees how eager I am to have her here. Wren is skittish when it comes to this. I need to approach her like a nervous animal. Cautiously, slowly.
I walk into the main room and find it nearly empty. It’s rare to see it this dead at the clubhouse, but with Grayson home with the baby, the club just doesn’t have the same energy it usually does. I stop in my tracks when Wren walks inside.
She is dressed in a black leggings that show every inch of her curves, and a green sweater that hangs off her shoulder. Her long brown hair is up in a messy bun that draws attention to her swan-like neck. Her face is bare of makeup, and somehow, it only enhances her beauty.
“Do you really have to follow me all the way inside?” She grumbles playfully at Noah as he follows her into the clubhouse.
“Yes, he does,” I answer for him.
She halts in her tracks, and I don’t miss the way her eyes trail over every part of me before she bites her lip.
“Well, I’m here,” she tells me as she puts her hands on her hips. “Now what?”
I walk forward and take her bag from Noah before my other hand finds her lower back and leads her through the clubhouse and up to my suite.
I stop in front of my door and punch in the code, not hiding it from her, which looks like it surprises her.
I know that Wren is one of the safest people who could know my suite code.
I trust her. That’s never been our issue.
I guide her inside and watch as she takes in every inch of the space. The suites for our club officers are really nice. Especially, compared to the single rooms we all had to make do with. We honestly could make our suites into our full-time homes, if we wanted to.
“Getting a good look since you bailed too early the last time you were here?” I tease as I walk into my bedroom and put her bag on the bed.
“Where did you go with my bag?” She asks as I walk back into the living area.
“It’s in my room, where you’ll be staying,” I tell her as I take a seat on the couch and pat the space beside me.
She sighs but takes the hint, sitting beside me on the couch. “Don’t you have a guest room I can stay in?”
“That’s not happening,” I tell her honestly. “You’re the one who brought a bag.”
“Thanks for pointing that out,” she grumbles, making me chuckle.
“How was your day?” I ask her.
She raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Uh, it was fine. Busy. How was yours?”
“Shitty.”
“Why?” She frowns.
“I had to trust someone else to keep you safe all day,” I tell her with a shrug. “The day didn’t even have a chance to be good until you got here.”
I swear I see her blush before she ducks her head. “Well, as you can see, I’m safe. I’m here.”
“You are,” I murmur as I stand up. “Do you want a drink?”
“What?”
“Do you want a drink?” I ask as I look over my shoulder.
“Water, please.”
I smile to myself as I walk into the kitchen and grab us each a water bottle.
I walk them back into the living room and offer her one from where I stand.
She tries to reach for it, but I pull it further from her.
She groans as she stands, reaching for it.
I let her grab it this time but tug her closer to me.
“We need rules,” she murmurs as she tries to tug the bottle out of my hand.
“What kind of rules?”
She audibly swallows. “Ground rules for our fake dating.”
I tsk. “I thought I told you that this isn’t going to be fake.” I reach out and trail my fingers over her neck, making goosebumps pepper her skin.
“Yes,” she murmurs huskily. “But we still need rules.”
“What are the rules?” I ask.
“We can’t see other people,” she whispers. “No dating, no sex with anyone.”
“That’s fair,” I reply. It’s no inconvenience to me. She’s the only one I want.
“There has to be an end date,” she continues. “When everything with Dylan is figured out, this ends.”
“Okay,” I say as I step closer, and our bodies press together, knowing damn well that this isn’t going to end.
“No one outside of the club can know that it’s fake.”
“Agreed.”
“And no sex,” she rasps before licking her lips.
I smirk at her. “I agree with everything except that,” I whisper before tossing the water bottles onto the couch and slamming my lips down on hers.
She gasps and my tongue takes full advantage of her surprise, invading her mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, and my hands find her ass, squeezing the globes through the thin material of her leggings.
She moans into my mouth, and it spurs me on. I lift her by her ass, wrapping her legs around my waist and settling her pussy over my hardening cock. I walk us toward the kitchen island, knocking the papers off the counter and depositing her on the edge.
I break our kiss only to slip the sweater over her head, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. I grip the waistband of her leggings, and she lifts her hips enough that I can tug them down her legs, slipping her sneakers and socks off at the same time.
“No panties?” I smirk. “I could get used to this.”
“Shut up and get naked,” she orders huskily as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur.
I toe off my boots and then unbuckle my jeans, pushing them over my hips and letting them fall to the floor. I shrug my cut off and set it on the stool next to us before tugging my long-sleeved shirt over my head. I move to stand between her legs once more when she stops me.
“Wait,” she says as she holds up a hand. “Put the cut back on,” she orders with a smirk.
A dirty grin covers my face as I grab my cut and slip it back on. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy with my cut on?” I ask as I slide my hand between her legs and run my finger through her soaking wet cunt.
“Please,” she begs.
“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking my cock with her wetness. “Can I fuck you bare?”
“Yes,” she moans when she feels the piercing in my cock at her entrance.
I lick my lips as I press inside, watching as the head of my cock disappears into her tight cunt. I don’t thrust in, though. No, I grab her hips and pull her onto my cock until our pelvises meet.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan against her mouth. “Your pussy takes me so well. Now, hold onto the counter.”
I wait for her hands to find the sides of the counter, and the second she grips tight, I pull out and thrust back in, pushing her body backwards on the countertop.
“Tighter, baby!”
She tightens her grip until her knuckles turn white, and then I hammer into her, my piercing hitting that sweet spot deep inside her every time I bottom out.
She whimpers as she begins to tighten around me. “That’s right, beautiful. Come on my cock.” She bites her lip, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she comes. “Look at your cunt squeezing the hell out of my cock,” I order her.
Her eyes are hazy with lust as she looks to where we’re connected. If it’s possible, her eyes dilate further, watching eagerly as I thrust in and out of her slowly. There’s something mesmerizing about it, and I find myself lost in the sensation.
When Wren comes down from her high, she grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me closer to her, her fingernails digging in. It snaps whatever trance I was in.
“Come for me again,” I murmur.
“I don’t think I can,” she whimpers.
I slide my fingers between her legs and gently circle her clit. Her hips buck because of how sensitive it is, and I feel her pussy flutter around my cock.
“Yes, you can,” I groan. “Now, come for me!” Her mouth forms a perfect, “o” and then she comes again. “Good girl,” I grit out before my orgasm hits. My thrusts become erratic as I try to fight it off, but it’s of no use. I come inside her with a groan of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” Wren moans breathlessly.
I clasp her cheek and pull her mouth to mine, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss until we’re both spent.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I murmur against her lips. “Do you know that?”
She giggles and it’s the most beautiful sound. “You’re pretty incredible, yourself,” she says, and fuck if I don’t feel like the luckiest man on the planet right now.
I pull out slowly, watching as my come leaks out of her. “That’s fucking sexy,” I tell her.
“I’m on the pill, so we’re good,” she says, closing her legs from my prying eyes.
“I trust you,” I tell her. “And I’m clean.”
“I am, too,” she whispers. “Sophie was right.”
I don’t know what Sophie was right about, but if it has anything to do with what just happened, I’m glad that she was.