“I know.” Castello said, “But if there is even a possibility that it’s true, we have to tell them.”
“I need to go.” Axel reached for the leather jacket he had slung over the back of the bike when he had pulled it in the garage earlier, after coming home from the workshop with Castello riding bitch seat. He shrugged into it, side-stepping Castello when he reached for his arm. “Do not fucking tell him anything until I am back.”
“Where are you going?” Castello kept moving, trying to keep himself between Axel and the bike.
“To kill that fucker.”
Castello didn’t like the blank, bland tone Axel spoke it in. It told him that his guy was way past breaking point. Argh, in his annoyance at himself for being the one to push him there, Cas didn’t notice that, even if it was in his own head, he had put the words ‘his’ and ‘guy’ together. He reached for Axel, “Nope. You are not going over there.”
Axel launched up swinging his fist, slamming Castello in the jaw. “You can’t fucking stop me.”
Pain shot through Castello’s face, making him step back, his ass slamming against the concrete wall of the garage as Axel’s fists pounded into him. Castello turned his face away, trying to protect himself as he grabbed for Axel’s wrists. Taking them both in his fists, Castello flipped them around until his weight pressed Axel into the wall. He could still feel Axel’s body through the layers of clothes they wore. He should have known that Axel had a backbone of steel. Should have known that the man was as capable of being a badass as he was. Where he had found him in the first place should have
been his first clue.
Axel twisted and wrenched his hands free, struggling against Castello. It took him a couple of minutes to register the hardening of Cas’s dick as blood started rushing to his groin as Axel squirmed and moved against him.
“Bastard,” Axel muttered, slamming his head forward, aiming for Castello’s nose. “You’re a fucking dick.”
“Yup, totally,” Castello snarled, leaning his head back enough to avoid the headbutt, “but you are not fucking going over there alone.”
“You don’t fucking own me.” Axel tried once again to escape. “Grif must have fucking wanted me to pay for some shit from when we were kids, and you were the worst he could do to me.” Axel lashed out with his words.
His brain knew it wasn’t true, but he needed for his fury to go somewhere.
“It’s possible.” Castello bit out, cutting him off. “Or maybe he thought I could fucking help you.” He gripped the back of Axel’s scalp and pulled him to his mouth. “If you go over there, you will bring me with you.”
Axel’s gave a full body shudder as he stared into Castello’s eyes, desperate passion that neither wanted to admit flaring between them. He whispered against Castello’s mouth, his voice husky and raw from yelling.
“Make me.”
Castello’s mouth hovered over Axel’s. Every breath he took inhaled the air Axel exhaled. Damn it, their lips hovering so close should not be so freaking tempting.
“Make me.” Axel dared again, pushing the last fricking one of Castello’s sane buttons.
Castello’s upper lip curled in a snarl as Axel made a grab for his hair.
Pressing him against the wall, Castello kissed Axel hard like he had something to prove. Castello ripped open Axel’s biker jacket, sticking his hand under his t-shirt and wrapping his huge hand around the warm skin of Axel’s back. His fingers rubbed across the skin he knew was inked with that amazing tattoo.
Axel moaned, turning his head left and then right, biting and kissing Castello’s mouth in a frenzy as he ripped open his camo pants. Axel’s hands pulled at the button until it popped, shoving his hand inside he grabbed Castello’s dick.
“Ah,” Castello groaned, thrusting against his palm. “Axel.”
“This doesn’t change a damn thing.” Axel growled against his mouth. “I am still going to kill the bastard.”
“You will do nothing until we have your sister and the kid back.”
Castello swallowed down the need to moan, or maybe it was a whine for more. He couldn’t stop the way his hips moved, though. They kept time with Axel’s hand on his dick. Biting his lip hard, using the sting to give him focus, Castello covered Axel’s fingers with his own. He squeezed around them, both showing Axel how tight he liked his dick to be held and at the same time stopping him from moving. “You will not distract me with this.”
“I’m not trying to distract you.” Axel flexed his fingers. “I was about to drop to my knees and see what your dick tastes like.”
Fuck! Just like that Castello wasn’t the one in control anymore.How thehell did he turn the tables so fucking fast?Castello could already feel the pre-cum pooling on the head of his dick. Axel’s thumb swiped over the head, gathering liquid, before he pulled his hand from Cas’ pants and sucked his thumb into his mouth. Letting out a guttural groan, Castello slammed his head back against the wall behind him at the onslaught of—what was that.
Lust? Yeah, he was going with lust. Then he leaned forward again and brushed his lips against Axel’s ear. “Only—ah—only you could get me this worked up with—mmm, yeah—that.”
Castello could practically hear the smirk in Axel’s voice when he replied, “I fucking love how you taste, Cas.”
“Mmh,” Castello groaned as Axel shifted the angle of his body, pressing his jeans-covered crotch against Castello’s bare skin “Fuck…” He bit down into Axel’s left shoulder to stifle the noise and shut his eyes tightly. The last thing he needed was for one of the guys to come looking with their weapons at ready position because of a sound that they hadn’t heard from their Boss before.
