PROLOGUE
WREN
I walk into the clubhouse with my best friend Sophie and Rowan’s old lady, Everly, making a beeline for the bar.
It’s been a long day for all of us. We were at a fundraiser that the club put together for the school.
It’s been a long time since the club did any charity work, but that’s the direction that Grayson wants them to go in.
The carnival was all Everly’s idea, and she hit the nail on the head. It was a huge success.
We left the men to clean up and came back to get the clubhouse ready for the end of summer party. This last year has been really trying for the club, and they needed this win.
I grew up in the club because my dad was a member. He moved to a different state after my mom died, though. He said it was just too hard to be here without her. He’s happy in the California sun where it stays nice year-round. I miss him like crazy, though, and I know that the club misses him.
“What can I get you, Wren?” Ace asks with a smirk from behind the bar.
“Tequila, please,” I say as I hop onto the stool.
I worked at the office for a few hours before going to the carnival today, and my feet are starting to kill me.
My boss, Lenny Thompson, is the club’s lawyer.
I’ve worked for him for a few years as his personal assistant.
It’s tiring but worth it. I could have gone home and changed, but I loved my outfit and wanted everyone else to see it.
I’m wearing an emerald green, silk skirt with a black button down that is open just enough to show off the black lace bodysuit I have on underneath. My shoes are killer, too. They’re black Louboutin’s that make my legs look longer and thinner than they are.
I’m thick. Some people might say curvy to be polite, but I don’t mind being thick.
I have big boobs and a nice ass. My hips and thighs are full.
There’s more of me to love. Of course, that acceptance came after years of being this size.
Middle school and high school were a nightmare for my self-esteem, but I’ve put in the work to build it up since then.
I toss back my shot and then ask for a whiskey and coke, ready to let loose tonight. My usual partner in crime is extremely pregnant right now, though, so I might have to drag someone else into my plans for the night.
I walk back over to Sophie and Everly and join them on the couch. “Where’s the little princess?” I ask Everly. Her and Rowan have the cutest little girl named Hazel.
Everly chuckles. “She’s all tuckered out and in bed already,” she says as she waves the baby monitor in her hand.
We sit around with our drinks and talk while we wait for the guys to come back. The music is pretty loud, so we don’t hear their bikes pulling in, but they make themselves known when they enter the clubhouse.
Cheers erupt and the guys are all laughing as they walk inside and over to the bar. I decide to join them, walking over and wedging myself between Cole and Atlas at the bar. I finish my drink, and Ace pours me another before I can even ask.
“You going to take shots with us, Wren?” Atlas asks as he nudges me.
“Who am I to turn down a shot?” I reply with a wink.
“Of course not,” a familiar grating voice mutters from behind me.
I don’t even have to turn around to find out who it is because I already know. Axel Hardy.
I roll my eyes before tossing the shot back and turning around to face him.
I look up, staring into his icy blue eyes and try not to flinch at how intense they are.
His dark blonde hair is buzzed short, and his beard is neatly trimmed.
He stands over a foot taller than me and his muscles bulge against his henley and leather cut.
He’s stupidly attractive and I hate it. He’s like the American version of Charlie Hunnam, only taller and more muscular.
“Why do you care if I take a few shots?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“I don’t,” he grunts before walking away and over to Lucy, one of the club sluts.
I snort and turn towards the room so I can watch everyone mingle. I know every single person here. Most of them I’ve known for years since I grew up in the club. Being here always makes me happy. My eyes find my best friend just as her husband, the club president, rushes over to her.
I’m immediately on high alert when I hear them say it’s time for their daughter to come into the world.
I go with Grayson and the prospects upstairs to get their bags and follow them out to the SUV, waiting as the prospects load it, and giving my best friend a hug before they take off.
I’m left in silence as they drive away, just the bass of the music audible outside.
My best friend is about to have her baby, and I’ll get to be in the little one’s life.
I didn’t get the pleasure of being in my nephew Asher’s life because Sophie was on the run from her asshole of a dad.
We didn’t know that Asher even existed until Sophie showed up at her dad’s funeral.
I’m so thankful she did, though. I have my best friend back, and I have a nephew, and now a niece, out of it. It’s a win-win.
“Let’s fucking party! Our pres is going to be a dad again!” I hear someone yell from inside, followed by a round of cheers.
I smile and turn around to go inside but stop before I touch the door handle.
Goosebumps pepper my skin, and I shiver from the sudden uneasiness I feel.
I look around the property but don’t find anything out of the ordinary.
Two of the prospects are on guard duty and they look bored out of their mind, but no one else is outside.
I shake off the eerie feeling and open the door.
The energy inside the clubhouse has definitely changed.
The kids aren’t around and now the party can really take off.
Grayson has rules for when the kids are around, but when they’re gone, everything is fair game.
Seeing Ana being devoured by Nash and Cole on the bar top is all the proof that I need to know what kind of night it’s going to be.
The music is blasting through the speakers and the drinks are flowing. I dance with Everly as I down my drink, swirling my hips as I start to feel the buzz. We dance like that until we’re sweaty and Rowan pulls her away from me, presumably going upstairs. I shrug my shoulders and keep on dancing.
I turn toward the bar and find Axel watching me with hunger in his gaze.
The sight makes me stumble, but I’m quick to catch myself.
There has always been a sexual tension between Axel and me.
I won’t deny that. The annoyance we feel around each other has always outweighed it.
Tonight, though, the alcohol is making me question why we haven’t crossed that line.
He watches me from his stool by the bar, a bottle of beer dangling between his fingers. His eyes track my hips as they sway and then follow the motion of my hands as I rub them over my breasts and down toward my abdomen.
He doesn’t look away as he reaches over and grabs a shot, tossing it back before he puts his beer bottle to his lips and takes a long pull. Then he surprises the fuck out of me by eating up the space between us and joining me on the dance floor.
He slides in behind me, his hands immediately finding my hips and pulling me back into his crotch. I gasp when I feel his rock-hard cock through his jeans. I’m shocked that he’s not trying to hide it. That’s what he likes to do when there’s any kind of moment between us. Stifle it.
Not wanting to fuck with the moment, I just grind against him as the music turns to something sexual . It’s perfect . I dance while he trails his hands all over my body. Everyone else is too preoccupied with themselves to even pay attention to what we’re doing.
Axel’s hand slips into my open button down and his fingers slide over my lace covered nipples. Heat pools between my thighs and I reach back, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to me.
“Do you feel what you fucking do to me?” He rasps into my ear, causing me to shiver.
“What do I do to you?” I ask coyly.
“You know exactly what you do,” he growls as he thrusts his erection into me.
I turn around in his arms and yank his head down to mine, so our lips barely touch. “Show me.”
He furrows his brow for a moment, like he has to think it over, but then he licks his lips. “Fuck it.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me after him, through the crowd of dancing people and toward the stairs. He hauls me up after him and then tugs me down the hall before pausing for a moment to type in the code to his suite.
I haven’t seen the suites before; they weren’t a thing when my dad was an active member. The club officers used to just have a room on site like every other member, but the charter remodeled everything a few years back.
The door beeps before Axel pushes inside and pulls me with him. It’s dark, so I don’t get a chance to check it out, but honestly, I’m too eager to see what Axel is going to do to care.
He pushes open another door before walking over to a light and turning it on, illuminating his bedroom. The space is decorated in dark blue tones and lightly stained wood. There is a king-sized bed that takes up most of the space, but it’s clean and smells like him.
He turns around to face me, pulling me to stand in front of him. He towers over me and licks his lips. “Are you sure?”
I bite my lip and nod my head.
He doesn’t wait for any more response, he slams his mouth down on mine and slides his arm down and around my ass, picking me up with one arm. I moan into the kiss. Fuck, he’s strong .
My silk skirt billows around my hips as he turns and presses me against the wall, holding me there with his hips as he reaches up and rips my shirt open, sending buttons flying.
I bite his lip in protest, and he pulls back and smiles maniacally before licking away the blood. My pussy clenches at the sight.
The next thing I know, he’s throwing me on the mattress.
I bounce and then prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch as he strips.
He drapes his cut over his dresser and then pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, muscular body.
He doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has his nipples pierced.
I chuckle while he kicks off his boots and removes his pants, leaving him in just his black briefs.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
“You’ll see when you get me naked,” I say with a smirk.
He shakes his head before he grabs my legs and yanks me to the end of the bed. His hands deftly slip the zipper down and pull the silk from my body, revealing the entire lace body suit.
“Fuck, Wren,” he murmurs. “Look at this fucking body.”
I preen under his attention as he slips his hand between my legs and pops the button there, flinging it open and forcing it up my body. The cool air is a shock to my sensitive core. He pulls the material up and over my head and I can tell the moment that he realizes why I was laughing earlier.
His hands reach out and tweak my nipples, playing with the barbells in each of them. He shakes his head with a wicked smile.
“Of course, you have these pierced, too,” he murmurs. “Sexy as hell.”
I moan as he gently tugs my piercings, my hips bucking off the bed in search of friction. Axel releases my nipples, and I groan in protest. He chuckles as he pushes his briefs from his hips, letting them fall to the floor.
My eyes widen when I take in his cock. Holy. Fuck . Not only is his cock long and thick, but it’s also pierced! He has a prince albert piercing. I lick my lips as he strokes his cock and advances on me.
His mouth devours my body, trailing over my breasts and abdomen, slowly working his way to my needy pussy. His hot breath trails over my bare skin before he spreads me open and descends on my clit. He flicks it and sucks on it until I’m writhing underneath him.
“Please, Axel!”
He looks up at me from between my legs with a delicious smirk and then moves up my body.
He reaches over to the bedside and grabs a condom from the drawer.
He rips it open and rolls it over his length.
I’ve never gone without a condom, but I wish we could so I could feel his piercing to its full potential.
Before he can slide inside me, I flip our positions. I straddle his hips and position his cock at my entrance, sliding down it in one swift movement.
“Fuck,” I moan as my pussy spasms around his size, his piercing snug against my g-spot.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he groans as his hands find my hips.
He works me in small circles over his cock while I adjust to his size, then I start to move. I slide up and down his length, circling my hips every time I bottom out. My hands balance on his muscular chest as my own heaves.
I feel my orgasm start from center of my body, spreading to all my limbs and darkening my vision.
When I come back to reality, Axel is thrusting into me like a mad man.
He’s switched our positions again and I realize that I’m barreling toward another orgasm.
His thrusts stutter as he comes inside me and his orgasm is a catalyst to my own.
I swear I convulse as I come during the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. Axel collapses on top of me as we catch our breath, before discarding the condom and climbing back on the bed.
He pulls me into his arms and snuggles me close. I stiffen at the intimacy. This is the last thing I expected to have happen tonight. It was incredible, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t know how to act now.
“I can hear you thinking,” Axel grumbles from beside me. “Don’t overthink it.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He pulls me close. “Just get some sleep. We can talk in the morning.”
That’s not what happens, though. No, I lay there awake, thinking of everything that could go wrong. Instead of staying there to talk in the morning, I sneak out of his room.
I get dressed in the dark and grab my heels from the floor. I hit my leg on his coffee table and have to cover my mouth to keep from making a sound, but I make it to his door and open it, closing it softly when I’m in the hallway.
I thought I was in the clear until I turn around and come face to face with Rowan.