Page 30 of Axle's Angel
“Are you ready to go home and let your woman in on the good news?”
Following suit, I drain my glass and nod. “Let’s go.” Turning, we leave, nodding at brothers on our way out. Our houses are only a minute up the road from the clubhouse, and a smile breaks over my face when I see Angel’s van parked in my drive. We’ll have to arrange a vehicle for her so she doesn’t have to keep using her van.
Roman waves his hand and rides on to his home as I wait for my garage door to open. Parking my bike, I get off and walk to the door that will take me inside.
Coming home now is very different to how it was a week ago. Fuck, was it only a week ago that I’d arrived home to an empty house? Going through the back door, I strip in the mudroom, same as always, and add my clothes to the machine. They’re covered in motor oil, and I don’t want to have them mixed in with Angel’s clothes. Walking into the kitchen, I find Angel at the stove cooking something that smells amazing. Rock music isplaying through the speakers, and she’s shaking her ass as she stirs whatever is on the stove. She must have showered already, because all she has on is one of my shirts that hits her just above her knee. Her legs are bare, and on her feet are fluffy socks.
Possessiveness floods through me at seeing her in my clothes, and happiness fills me from the depths of my soul at having her here, in my home.
Stalking towards her, I wrap my arms around her waist, tugging her tight into me.
“Hmm,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek before looking over her shoulder to see what she’s cooking. “Looks delicious baby. Do you need to watch it?”
Angel rests her head on my shoulder. Turning to me, she smiles and grinds her ass against my hard cock before she turns the heat down. “Nope, I’m all yours handsome. What do you have in mind?”
“You, baby—I have you in mind,” I inform her, turning her around. I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder, smirking when she shrieks.
“Garret, what the hell?! I’m too old for this shit.”
Smacking a hand to her ass, I rub away the slight sting; I know she likes it when she lets out a moan. “Less of the old, baby. I sure as fuck don’t feel old when I’m inside you.”
Angel laughs and slaps at my ass, then grips it hard. “Me either, hurry Garret. I need you to fuck me.”
Tossing her on the bed, I smirk when she shrieks again. As she laughs, I don’t feel too bad. I’m too busy enjoying the way her tits bounce behind my shirt, riding up her slightly rounded stomach, showing off her lacy peach panties. My woman has an affinity for pretty underwear.
I waste no time in getting us bare. She’s still laughing as I slide into her.
“Oh, Garret, love this. Missed having you fill me up,” she sighs dreamily, lips tilted up. Sliding her hands into my hair, she tugs on my hair until I lower my head enough for her to seal her lips to mine.
Ripping my mouth away from hers, I surge forward with a deep growl. An almost feral feeling slides through me as the need to mark her as mine rides me. I’ve never felt like this ever, except with her. She has me tied up in knots and has done since we were teenagers. She whispers the words that I need to hear.
“Harder, Garret, need you to fuck me harder. Want to feel you for days.”
With the freedom to fuck her as hard as I want granted, I surge to my knees, pulling out of her warm cunt, flipping her onto her stomach. I lift her to her knees, and surge back into her wet warmth. Gripping her hips hard, I drive my cock into her over and over again. The way she cries out my name is a balm to mysoul. The slap of our skin on skin is like music to my ears as her pussy clenches around my cock, drawing my orgasm from me before I’m ready for it.
“Fuck, Angel,” I growl as I cum, but she hasn’t. That’s not good enough. Reaching around, I gather some of my release leaking from her and run my fingers around her clit. My cock is still hard, and I thrust into her, using my fingers to work her until she cries out my name, squeezing my cock hard with the walls of her pussy.
“Jesus, Garret, Jesus.” Angel’s face is buried in our pillows, and her shoulders are shaking. Worried that I’ve hurt her, I ease out of her and turn her over. My worry fades as soon as I see her face. She’s laughing.
“Fuck, baby. I thought I’d hurt you.”
Her face softens, and she lifts a hand to run it over my cheek. “Never. You gave me what I asked for, and it was AMAZING!” she smirks at me. “I was just thinking about how much Siera is going to tease me tomorrow about me walking funny.”
Sisters, I got it now. Relieved, I laugh with her, burying my head in her throat with a sigh. We’re a mess, and we’ll need to change the bed too, not that I can find it in me to care.
Lifting my head, I press a kiss to her chest. “Want to shower with me?”
“Yeah,” she smiles. “I’d love to.”
Getting up, I slide my arms under her and swing her up in my arms, walking us to the bathroom.
Our shower takes a little longer than expected when our hands linger on each other instead of washing, not that I’m complaining. There was nothing I loved more than being buried in Angel. Eventually hunger won out, and the water turned cold.
Angel rushes away to save our supper while I strip and change the bed before joining her at the small table in the kitchen.
“This is good, baby,” I tell her, taking another mouthful of the stew and dumplings she’d made for dinner.
“Thanks,” she smiles, taking a sip of the glass of wine I’d poured her.
