Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
MILLIE
I’m scrolling on my phone when I hear voices. Well, one voice. All the voices except one vanish the instant his hits my ears. My body, my brain, my whole soul are so connected to his that I don’t even have to strain to know who is on the other side of my bedroom door.
It’s him.
Axton.
My heart races, beating faster and harder against my ribs as I hear his footsteps moving toward my door. I watch as the knob turns. The door opens, and then he steps inside my bedroom before he closes the door behind him, his lips curving up into a smirk as his gaze lands on me.
“They went to a hotel,” he announces.
Laughing softly, I shake my head from side to side. “I knew they had one booked. I could tell by the sheer disappointment when I told them the three of us were going home together and you were joining us later.”
“You were right. I’m not getting involved in their shit, but good for them both,” Axton mutters.
I have to agree with him, but at the same time, we need some more space. “I need a two-bedroom. I’m going to call down to the management company later today to get working on that.”
“You really do,” Axton mutters.
Rising to my knees, I move toward him, stopping when I reach the edge of the bed. He reaches out but doesn’t grab my waist the way I anticipate. Instead, I feel his hands cup my cheeks as his gaze connects with mine, and my whole body jerks.
He leans forward, his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. It’s chaste and hard. It’s absolutely perfect. When he shifts his head back slightly, his forehead rests against mine, and he lets out a heavy sigh.
“We’ll have to have a chat about some of the shit going down after…”
“After?” I ask.
“After you suck my cock and I fuck you from behind,” he growls.
His voice is low, and the way it rumbles makes my belly dip. I want him so damn badly. I want to suck his cock. I want him to fuck me from behind—hard. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
I whimper at his words, his promise.
My entire body needs him right now.
“Take your clothes off before you do anything,” he demands, though this time, his voice isn’t rough—it’s smooth and so damn sexy.
I do exactly as he demands: I take everything off, practically rip it off, tossing pieces all over the room, not caring about where they land. I know Scar and Heidi are gone, so I’m ready to have fun.
Loud fun.
Thankfully, Axton takes off his own clothes, because I would probably rip something at this point. I feel like I could tear my own skin off. I need to taste him, need to feel him inside me.
I ache for him.
Every part of me aches, and then he’s finally naked, and I can finally taste him. Lowering to my hands and knees, I open my mouth, my tongue flattening as I slide it from base to tip on the underside of his cock.
I give the head of his dick a few swirls before I open my mouth wide and take him as deep down my throat as I can. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I move my mouth up and down, bobbing along his length.
Axton’s fingers curl in my hair, gripping the strands tightly and halting my movements. He holds me still, his gaze flicking down to meet mine. He slides his tongue along his bottom lip, then shakes his head once.
“Let me fuck that pretty face, Mill.”
Why does the way he says anything sound like pure sex and also make me want to do exactly that?
I want to let him fuck my face, crave it actually.
He keeps his fingers in my hair as he begins to gently thrust his hips, his cock moving in and out of my mouth, down my throat, deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Touch yourself. I want you to come while I’m fucking you.”
Well, that sounds like a beyond delicious idea. I approve. Without an ounce of hesitation, I wrap one of my hands around the back of his thigh, and the other, I slip between my own legs.
My fingers begin to move, drawing firm circles against my clit as his hips continue their motion, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Tears spring to my eyes, threatening to fall. I focus on breathing in and out of my nose, my fingers working hard and fast between my legs.
And then it happens.
I come, and at the same time, so does Axton.
It’s as if the whole world stills. We simultaneously come, and it’s almost like pure magic happening between us.
Sparks and lightning bolts go off inside my body, behind my eyes, and every nerve ending feels like it’s going to cause my entire body to ignite.
When his cum slides down my throat in hot spurts, my eyes slide close as I accept him, all of him. And then he’s gone before I can really relish in the orgasm. The bed dips behind me, and his hand presses against the middle of my back, applying pressure.
I bend until my breasts press against the cool sheets, along with my cheek. Gripping the fabric, I arch my back as I feel my cheeks being spread. Then his mouth is on my pussy from behind. My back arches even more as I push into his face.
I feel his tongue flick my sensitive clit, and I moan. Just a few flicks of his tongue, and I am ready for him to be inside me. I need it almost as if I need my next breath. I can’t wait for him to stretch me, to fill me—to make me ache.
And then he does.
I don’t expect it, but when he slams into me, a groan escapes my throat, and he doesn’t give me even a second to adjust to his intrusion. He pulls almost completely out of me, then slams back inside.
The burning, the stretching, the edge of pain… it feels beyond amazing. I force my body to relax as he fucks me just as he promised, hard from behind. My eyes slide closed as I let out a long exhale, slipping my fingers between my legs again to touch my sensitive clit.
Axton’s fingers grip my hips hard, no doubt leaving light bruises I’ll probably have to cover with makeup before work tonight. He doesn’t let up, his rhythm hard and fast, never breaking, even and so sweet as I bring myself to the edge of another climax.
When I come, it’s slow, a sweet buildup. It almost feels like warm honey gently consuming me from my belly to my brain, to my toes, to my fingers. I moan as my pussy clenches in an effort to keep him inside me.
Axton continues without losing his pace until he slams hard and stills deep inside me.
His roar bounces off the walls and sends a chill up my spine.
So damn good. So. Damn. Good. He collapses onto my back, his chest pressing against my skin before his lips touch my shoulder, and then he finally speaks.
“I love you, Millie. And I love being with you. Thank you for coming home.”
Even if I could speak right now, I don’t know what I would say. I’m in love with Axton. I’ve been in love with Axton, and even though I came home out of sheer panic, I’ve never been happier—could never be happier.
Exhaustion consumes me. As soon as he slips from my body, my heavy eyelids close, and I don’t even get the chance to clean up before I fall asleep… or rather, pass out.
PIGGY
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I reach for the device. It’s a new text from Juliet. With everything that happened at the Gilded Room tonight, I almost forgot she was on a mission and was supposed to update me.
Sliding my thumb across the screen, I open the text.
JULIET: I got the thumb drive and boosted his second phone. Heading back to your clubhouse with Viking.
CAN YOU GET INTO THE PHONE?
JULIET: His passwords have stayed the same.
SEE YOU SOON.
JULIET:
I feel my lips twitch into a smirk as I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I need to get this phone, get the evidence, and finish this fuck off while making it look like it’s his own goddamn doing.
Tugging on my jeans, I walk toward the bathroom and take care of business. I splash some water on my face and reach for Millie’s mouthwash for a swish, both in an attempt to wake up and ensure my breath doesn’t smell like death.
After flipping the bathroom light off, I make my way back into the bedroom and start to gather my clothes. When I slip my cut on over my shoulders, I hear Millie clear her throat and shift my gaze from the floor to meet hers.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is husky and so goddamn sexy, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of here.
“I have to go back to the clubhouse,” I state.
Her eyes widen, and she tilts her head to the side, watching me for a silent moment before she clears her throat again.
Her voice is less husky when she speaks next, but still sexy as fuck.
But maybe that’s because I can see her tits because she hasn’t pulled the sheet up enough to cover them completely.
“You have to go back to the clubhouse now?”
It’s at this exact moment that I realize I haven’t told her what the fuck is going on. I planned on talking to her after we fucked earlier, but she passed out, and I did the same shortly after her soft snores filled the room.
I decide I can wait ten minutes before I leave, so I’m not leaving her with a million and five questions on her mind. Ten years ago, I would have done that with the idea she would just get over it.
Today, I want to keep her in the know, at least as much as possible. I don’t want her to think there is anything going on that I need to hide from her. Aside from club business she can’t know.
So I tell her about Garcia, the full story, which includes the fact he’s the one who attacked me in my patrol unit. The only thing I leave out is the fact that we killed his whole family. Instead, I tell her there was some fighting between clubs and that there were casualties.
I end by explaining the situation with his ex, Juliet, and how she’s helping us because he abused her. She wants him to pay for said abuse. And that she gathered some information, and I need to meet her at the clubhouse and go over it all.
“Wow,” Millie exhales. “I mean, not just wow, but wow.”
I agree.
Wow is right.
“Go and save this girl,” she murmurs.
I cup her cheek as I shift my face closer to hers, then touch my lips to hers. “It’s not about her. It’s about you. Keeping you safe. Protecting you.”
She lifts her own hand, her nails gliding along my jaw before she leans forward, and I feel her lips touch mine. She exhales against my mouth, a soft moan escaping her lips before she speaks.
“It’s about you being safe, too, Axton. I can’t live without you.”
I grunt. But then she continues. And when she does, my heart squeezes. “I love you.”