I tilt my head. “First present?”
He nods slowly, licking his lips, then I feel the heat of his hand between my thighs, making me buck. As his fingers tease my opening, he lowers himself and crushes his mouth to mine, full of all-consuming passion. This is what he does to me. Nothing else matters but us.
His groan vibrates against my lips. “I’ll never stop wanting you,” he says, and trails kisses down my neck, sparking a fire within me. He slides lower, leaving a trail of kisses until he moves to the middle of my thighs. I can’t catch my breath as he places his hands on my legs, opening them wider.
He settles between my thighs, his mouth on me, and I suck in a harsh breath. As he sucks and his tongue dances over my most sensitive spots, I writhe beneath him, one hand curling around the bed sheets, the other tightening my grip on his hair. His stubble only enhances the pleasure.
He sucks on my clit harder and my head sinks into the pillow. “Oh, Axle,” I say through pants. “I can’t take it any longer. I want you inside me.”
He stops, chuckling. “Damn, babe. Those words coming out of your mouth...” He lets out a low whistle, then crawls up my body, his eyes feasting on me. He stops at my necklace. “You know what necklace would look better?”
“What?”
He smirks. “A hand necklace.”
“A what—” My words are cut off by his lips colliding with mine. Hard. Demanding. Desperate. I moan beneath his bruising assault.
He pulls back. “Are you on the pill?” he asks.
I can’t speak, so I nod. My body burns and my core aches. I want his body pressed against mine. As if he can read my mind, he does just that. My hands slide over his heart. “I love you,” I murmur.
He stills, searching my eyes as if trying to determine whether I’m lying.
“Why would you love me?” he asks sadly.
There’s a heaviness in my chest at the thought of him not valuing himself. “How could I not love you? You make me feel seen.”
His gaze wanders across my face. He looks at me adoringly. “I love you too,” he says, and it’s the most genuine words I’ve ever heard him say. I melt into oblivion. I never dreamed of falling in love with a biker, but here I am.
His lips find mine again. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like he needs me like the air he breathes. Desperate for him, I kiss him back just as ruthlessly until his hand goes to his cock. I watch as he pushes himself inside of me. He’s so big, but I’m soaked, so he glides into me, even with the tight fit.
His thumb strokes my clit as he sinks to the hilt. He’s not gentle this time. Every slam of his hips, every punishing stroke of his cock drives me to orgasm. Over and over, he pounds into me. The rougher he gets, the more turned on I am. Our bodies slap together as he thrusts over and over again.
My muscles tense, my feet curl, and I detonate, screaming in pleasure. I contract around his cock. A moan rips from his chest, echoing through the room. He slams home, pumping his hot cum inside of me. Shaking and pulsing, I ride out the waves. I never imagined I would like sex as rough as that, but with him, I do.
He pulls out and lies beside me, so I shuffle over and rest my head on his chest, listening to the out-of-control beats of his heart. He affectionately presses his lips against the top of my head.
We lie in bed together for hours. I lie in his arms, warm and content.
After we shower, I put on a summery pale-yellow dress. I want to look pretty on my birthday. When we walk downstairs, Cash and Viper are sitting at the bar, talking. They look up at us. “Happy birthday, Elena,” Cash says.
My smile is wide as I reply, “Thank you.”
Viper leaps off his stool and strolls toward us. When he wraps me in a bear hug, Axle loudly clears his throat. “Happy birthday, darl’,” Viper says.
“Thank you.”
As Axle and I walk outside hand in hand, I’m elated at the fact that Viper and Cash remembered and said happy birthday to me. I don’t recall Henry’s friends ever saying it. The men at the MC are different. I’m glad I met them and got to see who they really are. It proves you should never judge a book by its cover.
Axle helps me into the truck, and as I shut the door, I hear Cardi B. My mouth drops open as I shift my gaze from the stereo to him and back again. “I thought you hated my music.”
He shrugs and turns it up, making me laugh. When the chorus comes on, he sings it with me. I point to him, my mouth in a perfect O. “You know the lyrics. You’re a secret Cardi B fan!”
He scoffs. “I wouldn’t go that far.” He shrugs. “The song’s catchy though.”
We drive into town. I smell the salty breeze as it drifts through the window, flicking up my hair. Axle’s hand finds mine in my lap, and he gives it a gentle squeeze, a soft smile on his face. He takes me to a café along the main road that I haven’t been to before.
The whole time we’re there, he’s fidgeting with more energy than normal. He seems more excited about my birthday than I am, and it’s the sweetest thing.
