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“I told you, baby, I’m starving. Are you going to deny me what I want to eat?” I pepper kisses along her hip bone, my eyes focused on hers, loving the way her body chases my mouth, the way her eyes grow heavy, the way her lips part and form a sexy little “O.” “What’s it gonna be, baby girl? Can I eat your pussy?” I nuzzle my nose into the short red hair that leads to her cunt, my mouth salivating already, desperate to get my tongue on her.

“I’m not going to deny you, Axel. I want your mouth on me any way I can have it.”

A low, appreciative growl reverberates through my chest. “Such a good fucking girl.” I don’t deny either of us by waiting; I use my thumbs to spread open her pussy lips, and I take a long, languid lick from ass to clit. Her back bows, hands immediately combing through my hair. I fucking love when she holds my head like this when I’m going down on her, it reminds me who’s in charge.

Her. Always her.

I use my tongue to tease her clit, alternating between flicks, swirls, and long licks, her hips gyrating against my face. My lips and chin are coated with her arousal, and I can’t getenough of it, but I want to make her see stars, and there’s one surefire way to get her there.

I drag my finger down to her tight little hole, rimming for a moment before slowly sinking it in. Her walls clench around me, but then she’s relaxing, letting me fuck her with it, twisting my hand every time I enter her. I lap at her clit while I work to stretch her open, then I’m adding a second. Sienna moans, and it’s such a sexy sound, so satisfied and blissful. I love seeing her let go to the things she enjoys, whether it’s fooling around with me, doing a puzzle, or boxing with Kinsey—something she’s done nearly every day since the first time. She’s exploring, she’s living.

“Oh, god, Axel, don’t stop.”

I moan into her wet flesh, not willing to pull back for anything. I press both fingers in deep, curling them upward, searching for her sweet spot while my lips gently suck her clit into my mouth. The response is immediate. Legs shaking, back arching, hands digging into the pillow above her head. Sienna is fairly quiet when she comes, like she’s almost afraid to make too much noise. But not right now. Her scream probably echoes through the entire clubhouse as the force of her orgasm slams into her. I lick her through it, keeping my fingers working in a come-hither motion deep inside her. It seems endless as she cries out, tears leaking from her eyes, but then it starts to ebb slowly, cradling her back to Earth on a gentle wave.

I pull back, leaving her legs falling boneless to the side as I climb up her body, using the back of my hand to wipe away some of the moisture from my mouth. She reaches for me instinctively, her arm wrapping around my torso.

“That was . . . holy shit.”

“That good, huh?”

“Yeah, Axel. The things you can do with your tongue andwhat you did with your fingers . . . just. I think you may have to carry me to your bike. I’m sorry if that’s a problem.”

I laugh against the top of her head. “You could never be a problem, and I’ll carry you wherever you want to go, sweetheart.”

Because making you feel good is everything.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

AXEL

Having Sienna on the back of my bike this morning is a completely different experience than when we snuck out for a late-night ride. My head is on a goddamn swivel, and from the moment we hit the pavement, I regret asking her if she wants to go. That ache in my chest is back with full force, my instinct becoming a voice I can’t ignore. I ride close to Malice, side by side, the entire way into downtown Amberwood. I can feel the moment Sienna sits up straighter, looking around our small town’s shopping area. I want us to be free to explore together, and the only way we’re going to do that is to get Cain and dismantle his club.

Brick sidewalks lay in a strip in front of all the small businesses down here, buildings on either side of the two-lane street, all lined up in a row. We park in a single spot together right in front of Daily Rise, and I kick the stand down, balancing my bike so Sienna can climb off first. I cut the engine, joining her, my hand finding hers, threading our fingers together. She looks down at where we’re joined and then looks up at me, a blank expression on her face.

“This okay, sweetheart?”

“It’s more than okay. I haven’t been out walking around in so long, I can’t help but feel nervous. I know he’s still out there somewhere. This makes me feel better.”

“Holding my hand?”

“Just being connected to you. It’s grounding. You calm my nervous system, Axel, make my head not so loud and jumbled. It was a dark place before you waltzed in.”

“I don’t waltz.”

“Ohhhhh, yes you do. You’re a pretty boy. You waltz,” Malice adds, making Sienna laugh. Together, the three of us walk up to Daily Rise, where I open the wooden door, Sienna taking a moment to observe the painted logo in the center of it. The scent of baked goods fills our noses—warm bread, sugar, and a hint of coffee in the air. Sienna seeks out my hand again, and my heart pounds dangerously against my ribcage.

“Mornin’, Mrs. Odette!” Malice greets the little elderly woman behind the counter.

“Crew, I’ve got your boxes all wrapped up! And you brought Axel! I haven’t seen you in a bit! And who is this beautiful girl?”

“Hey, Mrs. Odette, this is Sienna. She’s a friend of the club and staying with us for a while.”

“Didn’t think you looked familiar. Welcome to Amberwood. Where are you from?”

“To the west, right on the coast, a small town called Autumn Bay.”

“Oh! Lovely place! My late husband brought me up there a few times to camp right on the beach, fell asleep to the waves crashing and the clear sky above us. I’ll remember that place until I die.”