I move to pull away, grinding my hips against his dick again, not even able to keep the moan silent. Finally, after a small struggle to detangle my legs and push his arm away, I am free. I scoot all the way over to the edge and jump off the bed. I turn, ready to ream him a new one, but stop dead. Mouth drops and I am drooling, I’m sure of it.
Perfection. He’s lying against his stark white sheets, all large and solid. He has one thick arm thrown over his eyes and one resting against his perfectly sculpted abdomen. Both of his arms are sporting some thick tribal tattoo that wrap around both shoulders and around the front of his chest. He has a large angel against his side with her hands brought forward in prayer and her wings wrapping around to his back. I can’t see her face clearly, but from here I can tell it is a beautiful piece. My eyes travel down and see some more ink disappearing under the sheet riding low on his hips. The thin sheet is doing nothing to hide the tenting from his erection. Long, solid, strong, and very aroused.
He moves his arms and his bright emerald eyes meet my startled ones. I do one more sweep of his body before looking back and meeting his questioning look.
“Holy shit, what happened to you?” I praise. At least it should have sounded like a praise, but it came out more like a weak whimper.
He gives a soft laugh, which just makes all those lickable muscles clench. I want to lick them so badly. “You talking about the ink or the body? Hit a growth spell, grew a little. Work out hard. My body is my protection so I can’t slack. Nothing much has changed.”
He has got to be joking, “Nothing much has changed?” I echo him. “You look like you gained fifty or more pounds of solid muscle, maybe a few inches, because I do not remember you looking like that. And yeah, well . . . the tattoos are definitely new.”
“Things change when you go from a kid to a man, Izzy. I’m still me.”
“I don’t know about that. And you’re right. Things change. You might be you, but I am damn sure not the me I was.” I dig deep to collect my thoughts—and my brain off the floor. “I don’t have anything to wear and I would like to get ready to go home now.” There, that should close the conversation up real quick.
“Yeah, avoid. Got it. Dresser—grab some sweats and a new tee. I’ll meet you downstairs.” He is so quick that I don’t have a second to turn as he whips the sheet off, displaying his body completely and rendering me even more speechless.
Not much changed, my ass. Looks like his few inches weren’t just in his height. With heavy steps and a tense body, he walks into his closet and slams the door. I run to the dresser and then enter the bathroom to get dressed.
Thirty minutes later, I make my way down the long hall and stairs, searching for the kitchen. It shouldn’t be too difficult, but this house is huge, and judging by the smells, breakfast is cooking. I make a few wrong turns and only find more empty space. He must have just moved in last weekend; there is absolutely nothing here.
Rounding the corner, I finally walk into the kitchen. Axel is standing next to the island stove flipping some bacon. The eggs are already dished off to the side and some orange juice fills in a cup next to the stool.
“Sit and eat. Greg and the gang should be here within the hour.” He leaves no room for argument, just gives me a cold stare and throws some bacon on my plate before fixing himself some food, and leaning his hip against the island, and digging in.
We sit like that, in silence, while we finish up. He doesn’t even look at me. Not one time does he even glance my way. I should be comforted by this but I would be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me that he is able to turn everything off. Try as I might, having him this close to me again is messing with my mind. I just want to run into his arms and let everything just wash away, forget the world.
Clearing my throat, I break the silence. “So, what happens now? I would really like to go home.”
“Told you last night, we would discuss where to go with everyone else. You will go home when we figure out what happens next. Don’t take this lightly, Iz. We might not know why he sent that, but it was for a reason. My job is to find out why and what kind of threat, if any, it holds on you.”
“Hmph . . .” I’m beyond frustrated. All I want to do is go home and hide from my problems—and from Axel. The last thing I want is for him to be a permanent fixture in my life. I just have to hope Greg and Dee can keep quiet about everything else they know that Axel doesn’t.
I am still silently stressing over what would happen if Axel finds out everything else when a door slams and heavy steps echo throughout the house. If Axel’s relaxed body language hadn’t stayed the same, I might be concerned. This must be the cavalry arriving.
“Yo, Reid. Where you at?” voice one booms through the house.
“I’m fucking starved, Coop. Reid better have some food this time,” voice two says.
“Too early for this shit. My head is still swimming from being up all night buried balls deep in Jasmine. Or was it Jane? Judy?” voice three grumbles.