29. Dangerous Questions
DANGEROUS QUESTIONS
Axel
Lorelei glared across my room, her cheeks flushed and blond hair tousled like she’d had a wild tumble in bed with someone. Memories of us colliding barely fifteen minutes ago sped through my mind, slowly but surely dismantling my control.
Her catching me donning a ski mask and beating the shit out of Micah was nothing compared to what happened when I had her pinned against me.
Deep in the shadows of those branches, her reaction had every one of my muscles trembling.
Lorelei Battenberg had definitely gotten under my skin.
“What are you doing here, Lorelei?” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the rough edge from my voice.
Her eyes narrowed, those dark amber orbs hardening to sharp blades that could probably kill me. “Why the hell were you beating Micah Preston to a bloody pulp?”
I avoided that burning gaze and stomped to my dresser, my movements too robotic and awkward. “What are you talking about? I was with the team, remember?”
Lorelei getting involved in this bullshit would be a disaster. Too much blood already stained my hands, and I’d do anything to keep hers from spilling.
She scoffed. “Were you and the team starting a fight club? You can get a busted lip playing football, but I’m pretty sure you don’t smash your fists into players.”
Blondie was too smart for her own good. If she didn’t drop this on her own, I’d be forced to reveal more of my twisted side to scare her off. How would she react to meeting the devil on my shoulder?
“Things happen with guys. Tempers flare.” I gave a lazy shrug and opened my drawer for a pair of boxers, so I wasn’t standing in front of her in nothing but a towel, one that could barely contain my semi hard on.
Fuck. Her scent still swirled in my nose, and the feel of her body pressed into mine, her ass rubbing against my dick, had my head spinning. I couldn’t think straight.
I still couldn’t.
“Stop lying, Axel.” She marched over and slammed the drawer shut before I could grab anything. “I know it was you. I know what you smell like, what you feel like.”
A deep flush blossomed across her cheeks, and her breaths quickened.
Was she replaying that moment in the shadows like I’d done a dozen times since finding her in my room?
I backed her up against my dresser, shaking the mess of random sports paraphernalia and picture frames. “You don’t know shit, Lore. If you did, you’d drop this and stop asking dangerous questions.”
Her chin lifted, eyebrow arching. “So you admit it? You were the creep in the ski mask?”
“I admit to nothing.” A menacing laugh slipped out as I attempted to ignore the curves of her tits pressing against my bare chest. “You need to leave before I do something I’ll regret.”
“Is that a threat, Vanderhart?” Lorelei tried to shove me off, her palms burning into my flesh, but I didn’t move an inch. “I don’t do well with threats. I’m not your typical airhead debutant that will cower under some prick’s command.”
Damn it to hell. That smart little mouth of hers had me dying to shut her up with my tongue down her throat.
Fuck! I’m losing my mind.
“It’s a warning, blondie.” I licked my lips as all rational thought drifted out of my head, replaced with ones of her moaning beneath me on my bed.
Instead of backing down, Lorelei’s lids lowered, and her hips tilted into mine, finding the thick, heavy erection between my legs. She swallowed hard and simply stared, a silent war raging between us.
Would she let this go or keep pushing her luck?
“Since you refuse to tell me what’s going on, I’ll find Micah. After he spills everything, I’ll be able to piece together the truth without you.”
Wrong choice, blondie.
She slipped out of my hold and marched across the room. But just as she yanked the door open, I converged on her and slammed it shut.
“You’re not going anywhere.” As I whipped her around and trapped her against the door, planting my hands on either side of her head, she let out a squeak of surprise. The sound sent blood rushing to my dick. “Not until you back down from this.”
Lorelei’s shock quickly wore off, and her expression darkened like she had every intention of kicking my ass.
As if she could.
A smirk pulled at my mouth.
My refusal to take her seriously apparently hit a nerve. She drove her fist into my sternum with a hollow thunk, and then her cute little whine followed.
“Ouch!” She shook her hand, gritting her teeth. “Why are you so hard?”
“Because you’re so damn sexy, blondie.” I just couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her wrist and brushed my lips over her red knuckles. “That’s what you get for hitting me.”
Her pout wasn’t helping ease my now raging erection either. “Next time, I’ll use a bat.”
“I’ll break the bat.” I leaned into her, unable to stop myself from pressing her into the door, reveling in all her soft curves meeting my hard muscles.
Lorelei’s mouth parted, her breaths quickening. “What are you doing, Axel? Get off me before—”
I ran my free hand down her side and slipped it beneath her skirt, caressing her inner thigh. “You liked it when I had you trapped against me, beneath the cover of trees.”
Her nipples tightened beneath her shirt as a fine sheen of sweat shone on her cleavage. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Stubborn to a fault.
She wanted me to admit to being the guy behind the mask while also denying the encounter had turned her on.
“Now who’s lying?”
“I’m not.” Her teeth snagged her bottom lip like she was trying to bite back the truth. “I’m not some depraved whore who’s into being chased and attacked by masked men.”
My brow arched at the lie curling around each syllable. “Oh, yeah? It didn’t make you wet, blondie? I bet your panties are still damp from it.” She didn’t stop my hand from going higher and running my finger over the soaked material of her lace thong. “Mmm. Just like a thought.”
“Maybe I am a little screwed up in the head, Ax, but I’m obviously not the only one.” Her head fell back, her body arching from the door and brushing against mine “You seemed to enjoy it, too.”
I very much did. Just like I was enjoying watching the lust build in her gaze right now.
Cordelia, the girl I claimed to be head over heels for, seemed like a distant fantasy, a dream I once had. While Lorelei was here with me now.
Someone I could touch.
Something real.
I wanted to fuck her.
Not someone else. Her. Lorelei.
My brain was full of sex and desire, and as I rubbed my cock between her legs, the towel barely hanging onto my hips, she released a quiet moan.
“This is a bad idea, right?” Her words came out in choppy pants. “You should let me go.”
More of her tantalizing scent inundated my senses as I rested my forehead on hers, our lips almost brushing.
“Do you want me to stop?” When Lorelei remained silent, I pushed aside her panties and skimmed my finger over her pussy. “You’re dripping for me, blondie.”
“We’ve been pretending to date.” She whimpered as I teased her entrance. “It’s only natural to be attracted to you. But it’s all superficial. I don’t actually want you.”
I slowly pushed my finger inside her, ready to back off if she said the words.
Instead, Lorelei grabbed my arm to keep me right where she wanted me, her nails digging in. The pain didn’t bother me. Hell, she could claw my whole damn arm to shreds if it made her happy.
Maybe we were both just horny as fuck and needed a release. This didn’t have to be anything more. I’d had plenty of casual hookups.
I was seriously losing my damn mind.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m not going anywhere until you’re coming all over my hand.” My mouth fell on hers, my tongue shoving inside and greeting hers with sensual swirls.
I wanted to inhale every bit of Lorelei Battenberg and feel her shatter into a million pieces from my touch. If I didn’t unleash this pent-up lust that had been building ever since I broke things off with Cordi, I’d explode.
One time. I just needed this one little fix, and then we’d go back to pretending.