Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MILLIE
Axton stands in the door, but only for a moment before he moves through, closing it behind him, and then I hear the lock click into place.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out, and that’s mainly because his mouth is on mine.
Then his tongue tangles with mine, and my whole body melts.
“What are you doing here?” I ask after he breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against mine, and we both breathe heavily.
“I promised you I’d be here,” he murmurs before his lips travel down the center of my throat, stopping at the hollow, before he sucks. “And now I need to be inside you before you head to work.”
“Axton,” I exhale.
His fingers tear my sleep shorts off before two of them slide inside me. He curls them, making a come-hither motion, before his thumb presses against my clit. God. So damn good.
Lifting my hips, I search for more, my body climbing higher and higher with each roll of his thumb against my clit. And then it happens. I come. It’s a blast that rushes through me when I least expect it.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.
Every muscle in my body clenches, and I am still as it consumes me.
Axton lifts his head, and his lips find mine. He slips his tongue inside me again, sweeping through my mouth, tasting me. Then, before I realize what’s happening, I can feel the head of his cock against my center.
My eyes open as I suck in a breath, and I shift my head back slightly so I can look into his eyes. I wrap my fingers around his biceps, my nails digging into the flesh. Somehow, he’s lost all his clothes.
I don’t even know how or when he took them off, but I can’t wait for him to slide inside me. I can’t wait for him to stretch me. To make me ache. To consume me like only he can. I know how he feels inside me, and it’s almost as if I crave it now.
“Widen your legs, Mill. Hold them open for me. I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Oh god.
Yes.
Releasing his biceps, I reach down to wrap my hands around the backs of my thighs as I open them for him, pulling them back slightly so my knees are almost resting on the mattress.
I’m probably going to regret this position when I’m dancing in a few hours. My muscles will be fatigued, but I don’t care.
Not a single bit.
With one swift thrust, he’s balls deep inside me. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh, then whimper as he digs his knees into the mattress, the hairs of his thighs touching the cheeks of my ass.
“I want your eyes on me, Mill. I want to see every fucking thought that runs through your head. I’m going to fuck you hard now.”
Whimpering, I open my eyes, and they connect to his. My lips part in an effort to respond to him, but nothing comes out. Instead, I let out a moan as he begins to move. Each stroke is hard but perfectly controlled.
Gripping my legs, I try as hard as I can to keep them open the way he wants, not just because he wants it, but also because it feels just that amazing. Each downstroke, each slam of his hips against me feels euphoric.
With every thrust, the muscles in my legs grow shakier.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to do this.
I’m worried I’m about to let go when I hear his groan.
It’s almost guttural. It’s so damn sexy that it makes my entire body break out in goose bumps, giving me an extra adrenaline rush of strength to keep ahold of my legs.
There is something off-the-charts sexy about me being the reason he makes that noise.
“Mill,” he grinds out as his teeth gnash together and sweat breaks out over his skin. It’s a light sheen of dampness, and my fingers itch to slide over his slick skin. “You feel so fucking good. This pussy is so goddamn perfect. Who do you give this cunt to?” he demands.
I know what he wants to hear. He wants to hear that it’s him. Only him. Will only ever be him and has always been him. And he would be right. Because even though I haven’t been celibate the past decade, my body has always been his. It has always belonged to just him.
“It’s yours, Axton,” I instantly respond without a single ounce of hesitation.
“Who touches it?” he asks.
“You, Axton.”
“Who fucks it?”
“Only you,” I reply.
“Fuck. Yeah. That’s right.”
Then, as if that’s all he’s needed, the string that had been holding his control together, though just barely, it snaps. And when it does, he fucks me just the way he promised. Hard. And not just hard. It’s fast.
The only noises in the room are the sounds of slapping skin and soft groans of pleasure coming from both of us, bouncing off the walls and coming back to meet our ears.
Then it happens.
The muscles in my legs begin to quiver. I’m close, so damn close again, and then it slams into me like a freight train going full speed, taking me by surprise.
I come.
Axton doesn’t stop, though. He continues to move hard and fast. My breath escapes me. It feels like it’s actually physically pushed from my lungs and there is absolutely nothing left. I don’t know how I don’t pass out.
I open my mouth and try to cry out as he continues to fuck me. Three more thrusts, and then he buries himself deep and stills. A groan, then a growl, escapes his throat as he comes deep inside me.
We’re both breathless and completely satisfied, at least I am. I could seriously get used to two orgasms before work. The twinge of soreness between my legs is going to be a constant reminder of Axton as I dance, and I’m not mad at that in the slightest.
Axton lowers his head, and his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss.
“Fuck, Millie. I could live inside you forever.”
I would let him, too.
PIGGY
Sitting at the table, I lift my hand to call over a waitress. I don’t want to keep her from the rest of the floor, but water wouldn’t hurt. She asks for my order, and I slip her a twenty as I ask for a bottle of water. She hurries and places water in front of me without a word.
As I lean back in my chair, my gaze stays fixated on the stage. I have to go back to work in a few days, something I don’t want to do because that means desk duty, and fuck that shit to the moon and back.
As much as I would like to say that I’m ready to get back out on patrol, I can’t. My head is still fucking killing me, but nothing is going to keep me from being here while my woman works the stage, her pussy sore from me being inside her a few hours ago.
The lights dim, and I shift in my seat, my gaze focused on the stage, because my woman is next. The music grows louder as the lights begin to turn up, illuminating not just the stage but the woman in the center of it.
My woman.
The gold glitters on her body, shimmering beneath the lights.
This woman is absolutely breathtaking. I still can’t fathom how thirty-two-year-old me let her walk away.
I know it was because I was being prideful, egotistic, and immature.
But fuck me, I still can’t believe I denied myself the absolute pleasure of having her with me. By my side and in my life.
I was more than an idiot. I don’t know what the word would be for more than a fool, but that’s exactly what I was.
“She’s pretty,” a deep voice I don’t instantly recognize murmurs next to me.
Tearing my eyes away from the stage, I look at the profile of the man sitting beside me. Rage instantly consumes me at the sight of him casually sitting there, his gaze fixated on my woman.
“Can I fucking help you?” I demand.
There is a moment of silence, a long one, before he finally shifts his attention from the stage to me. His gaze meets mine, and I see the challenge behind it.
“How’s your head feeling?” he asks, his lips twitching into a knowing smirk.
I want to punch him in the fucking face, and he knows I do, which is why he thinks this is hilarious. But instead of hitting him or shooting him in the head right here in the middle of the strip club while Millie dances on stage, I decide that a smile is better.
My lips curve up. The smile not only consumes my mouth, but I make sure my eyes join in the fun, searching his with nothing but humor. I can tell it bothers him. His cocky facade drops almost immediately.
“If you thought I didn’t realize it was you, and you’re telling me something new by asking me about my head, it’s fucking comical,” I state.
He opens his mouth, no doubt to say something smart-assed, but I don’t allow it.
I continue. “And if you think you’ll get away with anything, that is also very fucking comical. ”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Nope,” I state, popping the p. “Unlike you, I’m not a pussy who hides behind a blinding spotlight, and I wouldn’t hide behind idle threats, either.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.
I love that he feigns offense. It’s actually pretty fucking hilarious, considering that’s exactly what he did.
He incapacitated me with a spotlight, then hit me on the head.
If that’s not a goddamn pussy-assed move, I don’t know what is.
I would never do that to him. I want to see the light drain from his eyes as he dies in front of me.
In fact, I fucking crave it.
And I will see it come to fruition.
“It’s time for you to go back to Thunder Rock, Manny. You have a long week ahead of you.”
Shifting my attention from him, I look back at the stage just in time for the lights to dim and the music to lower, signaling the end of Millie’s performance. Thankfully, Manny Garcia gets the fucking hint and leaves me alone.
It wasn’t a threat that next week is going to be a long one for him, because that’s when his old lady and I are going to bring him down. I’m not waiting, and I won’t ever give him the opportunity to fuck with me again.
Manny Garcia is a dead man walking.
And I’m going to be the one to kill him.
Consequences be damned. Because nobody, not a single fucking person on this planet, gets to fuck with me like that and walk away from it.
Not. A. Goddamn. One.