He laughs. “We used to have sex... nothing else.”
Unease cloaks me. He just used her...
“Don’t give me those judgy eyes,” he says with attitude, and when I look at him, his brow is raised. “She knew the deal. I ended the casual sex, and she’s pissed.”
“Angry at me, you mean...”
His face turns stern. “Has she said anything to you?”
“No.” Just passive-aggressiveness every time we cross paths. I’m just going to be the bigger person. “So that’s it between you and her?”
“Yes, I’d rather shut my dick in a car door than go back to that.”
My hands fly to my mouth as I try not to laugh at his rude comment.
“This song is a fuckin banger,” Axle says happily while he works on the bike.
“I’m Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO plays in the background. He dances from side to side, swinging his hips, making me laugh. It’s somehow sexy and goofy at the same time.
He lifts his shirt over his head, and my eyes bug out of my head. I can’t get over his muscle definition. His jeans hang dangerously low on his hips, and I’m pretty sure he’s not wearing anything underneath them. He has the body of a god, and I crave him. “I just want to...”
He freezes. When my eyes meet his, he prowls toward me and picks me up, his hands under my ass. I wrap my legs around his hips and our bodies press together. His eyes search mine. “What do you want?” he asks in an urgent, deep voice.
I’m tongue-tied and suffocating from his closeness, but I snake my arms over his shoulders. His mouth hovers over mine, his warm breath caresses my skin, but he doesn’t move. I’m burning up without his lips on mine. My eyes flick to his lips and back to his eyes.
“I’ll ask again, babe... What do you want?”
I want him with a desperation I’ve never felt before, but the words don’t find their way out of my mouth. Instead, my body aches as he slowly lets me down onto my feet. Disappointment slices me. He cups my face in his hands, crushing his lips to mine. I thread my fingers through his thick hair while I demand entrance into his mouth, granting me a low rumble from his chest.
Our tongues spar. Every nerve ending lights up. As I pull his head down harder, he inches back, nipping at my lip, sending a bolt of pleasure down lower. Then he’s smiling against my lips. As he pulls away, he runs his hands slowly down my cheeks. I squint at him while his eyes dance with mischief. I step back. Something seems suspicious. “What did you do?”
He cackles to himself. He grabs my chin, gives me a hard peck on the lips, looks me dead in the eye, and says, “You look sexy with grease on your face, babe.”
“You didn’t,” I say, but the smugness all over his face already answers his question for me. I step over to him and whack him. “This better come off!”
He shrugs. “Maybe... maybe not.”
I look down at my jeans, then try to turn around to see if there’s grease on my ass from him holding me up.
Whack!I squeal.
“What?” he asks coyly. “I’m just adding another handprint to the collection.”
I curse under my breath.
“That’s not very Christian of you,” the smartass remarks.
I give him the finger as I walk out of the shed. I hear his hyena laugh while I’m walking.
When I step inside the clubhouse, Grace is cleaning up the table near the stairs. I’m surprised. From what I’ve seen, the house is a mess most of the time. With my head down, I try to dart by her. But as I pass her, there’s a pull on my arm and I’m yanked back.
“Is it true?” she searches my eyes. “Are you and Axle together?”
I pull my arm out of her grip and take a moment to observe her. There’s a slight tug at the corner of her lips, like she’s smothering a smile. I don’t like it, but I answer her. “Yes.”
She shakes her head at me. “Are you really that clueless?” She giggles while my stomach churns. “You think it’s a coincidence you’re with him? Like you’re going to reform a player. People like him don’t change.”
I peer at Cash, who’s joined us. “What are you two talking about?” he asks. His eyes harden when he looks at Grace.
