“Axle.” My name falls from her lips as I roll a nipple between my fingers.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need it harder,” she cries.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say as I slide out of her and turn her around.
My hands move to her hips, and her legs lock around me as I lift her and press her against the tiles. She reaches between us and guides me back inside, and I thrust hard and deep. The tips of her fingers dig into my triceps as I rock into her repeatedly.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I say when I feel her muscles contracting.
Her head drops to my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin as my own orgasm rockets through me.
Once I get us untangled, I turn off the water and lead her out. I glance back at the shower as I wrap a towel around my waist.
I think I might have gained a new respect for that cramped space.
We dry off and dress quickly before both pouring a mug of coffee and heading out the door.
“Have a good day, Doc,” I call after her as she sprints toward the clinic.
“Axle?”
I turn slowly at the sound of my brother’s voice.
“Royce,” I say calmly.
He’s standing on the front porch of my cabin. His eyes are wide as he watches her disappear down the gravel path. “Geezus. Have you lost your damn mind?”
I glance over my shoulder and back to him.
“Yes,” I mutter.
He looks taken aback by my admission. Truth be told, I can’t blame him.
He points in the direction of the clinic. “That’s Jovie Asbury,” he says, as if I forgot. “Jojo. Cabe’s Jojo.”
“I fucking know who she is,” I snap.
“Are you sure? Because if you did, you wouldn’t have walked out of her damn cabin with wet hair and bare fucking feet.”
I walk past him and into my cabin. He follows and shuts the door behind him.
“What the hell are you doing, Ax?”
“What the hell are you doing? Why are you on my front porch?”
“It’s Friday.”
“Yeah.”
He throws his hands up in frustration. “We were supposed to meet the media team that Shawn hired forty-five minutes ago. Shelby sent me to find you.”
Shit.
I move to the closet and pull on a pair of jeans.
“I thought that was happening at noon,” I say, and I grab a black Raintree-Storm Rodeo Academy T-shirt.
