I don’t even remember the walk to the elevator and through the lobby or how I got into his ridiculously high truck. One second we are still standing in Maddox’s living room, the next we are pulling into traffic and on the way to his house.
I’m sitting here thinking about the night to come when the sound of my phone ringing interrupts my steamy thoughts. Damn. Squirming in my seat, I look down at the display and smile when I see “Dee Calling” and her smiling face.
“Hey, you,” I answer, looking over at Axel out of habit. I have to remind myself that he isn’t Brandon and a phone call from Dee doesn’t even register on his radar.
“Hey back at ya! Aren’t you just a dirty little ho bag!?” she sings into my ear.
Jesus, I’m going to freaking kill Maddox.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hedge, figuring it’s best to just play dumb. Dee is going to burst over this new development. There is no telling just what she has heard either.
“Don’t you act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, missy! I had a visit from a tall, dark, and lickable man today. You might know him. He goes by the name Axel? Called me himself bright and freaking early, and I might add that he sounded way too smug for it being before my morning coffee! Anyhow, he called, asked me to wait a second before heading off to the office. He was coming by and wanted me to pack a bag. A big bag, Izzy. Now, want to tell me why AXEL would be calling me to ask for a BIG bag of your clothes?” Little shit is laughing at me. She is enjoying this way too much.
“Yeah, yeah. Like you don’t already know. Let me guess, Maddox came by or something?” I ask sarcastically.
“Maddox? Why would he come over?”
“Seriously, Dee? You didn’t talk to him?”
“No. Axel really did call and ask for me to get your stuff together. His words were something along the lines of, ‘Me Tarzan, taking Jane to tree house where she won’t wear clothes and we will play bedroom aerobics for the rest of the days.’ Then he took four of your biggest bags and packed almost all of your stuff up. So, now, do you want to tell me what’s really going on?” She sounds nervous now, like she isn’t sure if she did the right thing by letting him pack up my stuff.
“It’s complicated, Dee. I’m okay, promise. We are . . . We are working on things. But I will admit that four bags does sound a bit excessive.” I look back over at him when I hear a deep rumble of laughter. “This is not funny,” I hiss at him.
“Baby, it is fucking hilarious. You really think that once I bury myself deep within your pussy and feel your tight walls squeezing the come right out of my dick that I will ever want to let you go again? You must be out of your fucking mind, Princess. I won’t even be able to let you out of my fucking bed until we make up for every single day we have lost.” He leans over and lands a smack on my lips before smiling back at the road.
“Oh . . . my . . . God . . .” Dee says softly into the phone. “I think I just came. That was seriously hot, Iz.”
She’s not the only one who might have just had an orgasm. And if all it takes are his words to get me this turned on, I’m seriously starting to get nervous for what is to come.
CHAPTER 15
I must have been really out of it the last time I came to his house because I don’t remember anything like what I am looking at right now. His house is ridiculous. Why one man needs this much house is beyond me.
“Ax?” I ask, looking over at the man climbing down from the big black truck. “Why exactly do you need a six-bedroom house again?” He has no family; it was just me back in the day. So unless he’s picked up a few kids along the way, I just can’t understand this. The very thought of him having a family with someone else causes my heart to tighten up in anguish.
He almost looks embarrassed by the answer, and before he even speaks, it all makes sense. He had a bedroom as large a small walk-in closet when we were in high school. To a man like Axel, this is all about feeling comfortable and knowing that he isn’t that person anymore.
“Had enough of living in a box. I promised myself a long damn time ago that I would never have to worry about space again. Or not having it.” He walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. “You know what it was like in June and Donnie’s hole of a room. I had even less when I was enlisted. Doesn’t make sense to many, but you know.” I give him a squeeze, silently voicing my understanding.
“Right, let’s go get settled before I fire up the grill and cook dinner. You’re going to need your strength tonight, Princess.”
Heat flushes through my body, and the desire to skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom cranks up to almost unbearable levels.
“Although,” he continues, “it might be nice to skip the steaks and have dessert first.”