Page 17 of Axle's Angel
My eyebrows rise. “Well, fuck me,” I respond, shocked. “This is a day I never saw coming.”
He chuckles and takes another sip from his glass. Sliding back in the chair, he raises his legs and rests them on my porch railing, tilting his head back against the chair.
“Me either, responsibility wasn’t something I ever wanted. It’s why I left home and my family. It killed my eldest brother, and my next one was working himself to death because of the expectations put on him. My dad’s weak, and my mother rules the roost. She expected things to be done a certain way; for money to come in to indulge her with a lifestyle we weren’t set up for. I have no clue why, because my grandparents were not in any way materialistic. I could see the writing on the wall, so as soon as I could I took off. I tried to get my brother to leave with me, but he wouldn’t. Didn’t want to get involved in the gangs inNew York.” He’s silent for a minute. This is the first time he’s told me why he left home. All the time we’ve been friends, and this was the first time he’d opened up about his family.
“So you joined a motorcycle club instead?” I chuckle.
“Fuck yeah. I did, didn’t I,” he laughs softly, “but while we’re a one percent club, it’s very different to the gangs where I was. Plus, we don’t deal in drugs, that’s a big no for me. It’s what got my brother killed.”
“I’m sorry brother.”
He waves a hand. “Long time ago now. But yeah, it hit me tonight that I’m going to have to grow up.”
Amusement shoots through me at the way he sounds so despondent about it. “You are Roman. For the most part. You earn good money at the casino as a manager, then you have your cut of the profits from the other business we do. You own your home, your truck, and your bike. You’re largely grown, brother.”
“Huh,” he grunts, “Fuck you’re right, I am.” He throws back the rest of his drink and stands up, grabbing the bottle and taking the glasses as he walks down the stairs. “See you tomorrow, Axle. I’m looking forward to meeting your woman.”
I don’t bother acknowledging him. Instead, I stand and walk into my home, closing the door behind me. Entering my bedroom, I stand for a minute at the bottom of my bed. I study Angel, stillfast asleep. After all this time, it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that she’s really here. In my home. In my bed.
Removing my boots, I tuck them under the chair in the corner of the room. Chucking my jeans, I leave my boxers and t-shirt on. Sliding under the covers with her, I wrap my arm around her waist and roll her towards me. Closing my eyes, burying my nose in her hair, I slide into sleep listening to her every breath, wondering what tomorrow will bring.
***
The sheets rustling wakes me up from a dead sleep. Angling my head down, I find Angel awake, her eyes trained on my face. It’s not a sight I ever thought I’d wake up to again. But fucking hell, it’s a welcome one.
“Morning, baby,” I murmur huskily. She smiles up at me, rising on her elbow as she presses her lips fleetingly to mine.
“Morning. I thought I’d been dreaming.”
Cupping her cheek, I run a thumb over it. “No baby, you’re really here. Still can’t believe it though.”
“Me either,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine once more, clinging as if she’s still afraid that I’ll disappear. Deepening our kiss, I moan deep in my throat as her tongue slides along mine. Rolling us I settle over her, making sure not to crush her.
Our kiss starts out soft, lingering, remembering until it’s not. It turns hard and hungry, hands frantically tearing at clothing until we’re skin to skin.
“Garret, missed you so much,” Angel moans, tilting her head back as I kiss my way down her neck, trailing kisses across her chest to each breast, sucking a nipple deep before turning my attention to the other. I don’t leave an inch of her untouched as I work my way down a body that is both familiar and not.
“So beautiful, Angel.” I whisper against her belly as I slide down the bed, spreading her legs wide for me.
“Garret?”
Looking up her body, I see she’s looking uncertain. “Need to taste you, baby,” I growl as I slide two fingers in a vee through her pussy lips, opening her up to me.
Pink and wet, I groan as her turned-on scent fills my nose and my mouth waters. Lowering my head, I run my tongue over her clit, flicking at the hard nub with my tongue, loving the way she reacts. Her hips lift to grind against my face and her fingers grip my hair, pulling slightly, leaving behind a hint of pain.
“Jesus, Garret,” she gasps and rolls her hips. As I slide a finger into her, a groan rumbles from me when I feel how tight she is. Can’t wait to have her wrapped around my cock again. “Yes,” she sighs when I slip a second finger in, working her until she’s whimpering my name over and over and I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers, coating me with her need.
Lifting my head, I order, “Come for me, Angel.” She does. Beautifully.
“Oh Jesus, Garret …. oh, fuck,” she whimpers as she shatters. I continue to tongue her clit and work her with my fingers until she pushes me away with a moan.
Sitting back on my heels, I watch as she curls on her side, drawing her legs up to her chest, panting. “No more, no more.”
Running my hands up her legs, I lie behind her and tug her back into my chest, ignoring my hard cock for the minute. “You okay baby?”
“I’m so okay,” she chuckles. “I’d really like your cock in me now though.”
“Whatever my lady wants,” I tell her. I grab a condom from the bedside drawer and slide it over my hard cock as she turns on her back, watching me as I move over her. I grip my cock at the base, trying not to come too soon as I slide into Angel an inch at a time, our eyes never leaving each other until I’m all the way in.
