Angels in Leather
Page 27
“You,” he snarls.
“Then you know if you ever fuckin’ speak to me like that again, I’ll put you six feet under.”
His jaw tightens, and he jerks himself from my grip. The boy has balls of steel; it’s why I added him to my club. I got the world of respect for him, but that doesn’t mean I won’t put him in his place. He turns, and walks out of the room, slamming the door. I turn to Cobra, and he puts his hands up. “Don’t look at me, boss. I want nothin’ to do with what goes down between you and that girl, but whatever is there, it’s fuckin’ explosive.”
“There ain’t nothing between her and me except a whole world of hate.”
Cobra doesn’t look like he believes me, but he lifts his head in a nod and turns and leaves the room. Fuckin’ hell. This is all going to a place I never wanted it to go.
Nothing is ever easy.
~*~*~*~
MEADOW
I groan in pain, and roll to my side. Axel let me sleep in his bed, God only knows why. I guess he felt sort of sorry for me. He’s not in the bed, but it doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he was. The ache in my leg is beyond anything I’ve ever felt, and nothing I can do seems to ease the pain. I just swallowed two pills, and I can only hope they kick in soon.
“If you’re gonna fuckin’ roll like that, then you really need to move from my bed,” Axel says in a deep, husky voice, walking into the room and kicking off his shoes.
“Excuse me for getting shot,” I snap.
“Doctor gave you drugs. Take em’.”
“They don’t fucking work,” I bark, using my good leg to kick the sheets off. I shift and sit up, getting off the bed. “Is there somewhere else I can sleep?”
Axel snorts, gripping his shirt and lifting it over his head. “Sure, plenty of rooms. If you like sharing, and being fucked senseless.”
Asshole.
I shake my head, and mumble a curse under my breath, followed by a, “Maybe I do.”
“What’s that?” he says, walking past me and into the bathroom.
I try to keep my eyes off his ass in those black jeans, but I can’t turn my eyes away, I can’t stop looking.
“I didn’t say anything,” I mutter, lying back down.
A moment later, I feel the bed dip beside me as Axel slides in. He turns and faces me, staring at me with that hard expression.
“What?” I ask.
“Do I need to cuff you?”
“Fuck you, Axel,” I spit, rolling to my side, and taking the pressure off my leg.
He says nothing, and we lay there in silence. This is more than a little weird for me. The man hates me, yet he’s letting me sleep in his bed. Why? I don’t understand. If he hates me so much, why am I not on the floor? I sigh loudly, and close my eyes. I hate to admit it to myself, but something about having Axel beside me brings me great comfort.
~*~*~*~
“Fuck!”
I slowly come to, and the agonized cries that fill my ears bring me around quicker than usual. I turn my head to see Axel tossing in his sleep. His back is arched, and his body is rigid. His hand is in his boxers, and he’s tugging angrily again. I feel my hands forming fists over and over again as I contemplate whether or not to touch him again. Will he shove me away? Or will he welcome me?
Something inside me screams that this is so wrong, but my body refuses to accept that. It begins to ache in places I didn’t expect it to ache. The idea of him allowing me to touch him again has everything inside me clenching with a need I can’t fully grasp. I feel guilt swell in my chest, and I know there’s something so wrong with what I’m about to do, yet I can’t stop myself from doing it.
I reach over, and I place my hand on his belly.
“Yes,” he rasps, rolling to the side. “Yes.”
His eyes are clenched shut, and his shoulders are so tight that tiny veins have broken out over his smooth, olive skin. I run my fingers up his bulging arm, and stop when I reach his neck. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly slide up, and stop when I reach the stubble on his cheek. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having my hands on him. I slide my fingers down over his lips, and a throaty growl leaves them.
Then his hand lashes out, and he tangles his fingers in my hair. I cry out, and he pulls me closer. Pain shoots up my leg.
“Axel,” I beg. “Stop.”
Then his lips crash down over mine, and all my fight dissipates into nothing. The kiss begins rough, and the stubble on his jaw scrapes against my flesh, causing a whole new level of burn. A ragged moan leaves my lips, and I open to him, accepting his tongue as it invades my mouth, consuming me.
I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life.
His lips move with force for the longest moment, leaving me with a bruising feeling, but then they soften, and his kiss becomes gentle, almost affectionate. His tongue dances with mine, and his hand loosens in my hair. A pathetic little whimper leaves my throat, and I forget about the pain in my leg. All I can feel is him, and the way his hand moves against my belly.
He’s still stroking his cock.
I groan desperately when his lips detach from mine, but instead they move down my neck and over my shoulder. Is he awake? Is this real? Or is this a dream?
His hand leaves his swollen, rigid cock and finds my hip. He jerks me closer until the hot flesh presses against my stomach. My pussy clenches, and I close my eyes, hating myself for wanting this with someone who’s been so cruel.
“Then you know if you ever fuckin’ speak to me like that again, I’ll put you six feet under.”
His jaw tightens, and he jerks himself from my grip. The boy has balls of steel; it’s why I added him to my club. I got the world of respect for him, but that doesn’t mean I won’t put him in his place. He turns, and walks out of the room, slamming the door. I turn to Cobra, and he puts his hands up. “Don’t look at me, boss. I want nothin’ to do with what goes down between you and that girl, but whatever is there, it’s fuckin’ explosive.”
“There ain’t nothing between her and me except a whole world of hate.”
Cobra doesn’t look like he believes me, but he lifts his head in a nod and turns and leaves the room. Fuckin’ hell. This is all going to a place I never wanted it to go.
Nothing is ever easy.
~*~*~*~
MEADOW
I groan in pain, and roll to my side. Axel let me sleep in his bed, God only knows why. I guess he felt sort of sorry for me. He’s not in the bed, but it doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he was. The ache in my leg is beyond anything I’ve ever felt, and nothing I can do seems to ease the pain. I just swallowed two pills, and I can only hope they kick in soon.
“If you’re gonna fuckin’ roll like that, then you really need to move from my bed,” Axel says in a deep, husky voice, walking into the room and kicking off his shoes.
“Excuse me for getting shot,” I snap.
“Doctor gave you drugs. Take em’.”
“They don’t fucking work,” I bark, using my good leg to kick the sheets off. I shift and sit up, getting off the bed. “Is there somewhere else I can sleep?”
Axel snorts, gripping his shirt and lifting it over his head. “Sure, plenty of rooms. If you like sharing, and being fucked senseless.”
Asshole.
I shake my head, and mumble a curse under my breath, followed by a, “Maybe I do.”
“What’s that?” he says, walking past me and into the bathroom.
I try to keep my eyes off his ass in those black jeans, but I can’t turn my eyes away, I can’t stop looking.
“I didn’t say anything,” I mutter, lying back down.
A moment later, I feel the bed dip beside me as Axel slides in. He turns and faces me, staring at me with that hard expression.
“What?” I ask.
“Do I need to cuff you?”
“Fuck you, Axel,” I spit, rolling to my side, and taking the pressure off my leg.
He says nothing, and we lay there in silence. This is more than a little weird for me. The man hates me, yet he’s letting me sleep in his bed. Why? I don’t understand. If he hates me so much, why am I not on the floor? I sigh loudly, and close my eyes. I hate to admit it to myself, but something about having Axel beside me brings me great comfort.
~*~*~*~
“Fuck!”
I slowly come to, and the agonized cries that fill my ears bring me around quicker than usual. I turn my head to see Axel tossing in his sleep. His back is arched, and his body is rigid. His hand is in his boxers, and he’s tugging angrily again. I feel my hands forming fists over and over again as I contemplate whether or not to touch him again. Will he shove me away? Or will he welcome me?
Something inside me screams that this is so wrong, but my body refuses to accept that. It begins to ache in places I didn’t expect it to ache. The idea of him allowing me to touch him again has everything inside me clenching with a need I can’t fully grasp. I feel guilt swell in my chest, and I know there’s something so wrong with what I’m about to do, yet I can’t stop myself from doing it.
I reach over, and I place my hand on his belly.
“Yes,” he rasps, rolling to the side. “Yes.”
His eyes are clenched shut, and his shoulders are so tight that tiny veins have broken out over his smooth, olive skin. I run my fingers up his bulging arm, and stop when I reach his neck. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly slide up, and stop when I reach the stubble on his cheek. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having my hands on him. I slide my fingers down over his lips, and a throaty growl leaves them.
Then his hand lashes out, and he tangles his fingers in my hair. I cry out, and he pulls me closer. Pain shoots up my leg.
“Axel,” I beg. “Stop.”
Then his lips crash down over mine, and all my fight dissipates into nothing. The kiss begins rough, and the stubble on his jaw scrapes against my flesh, causing a whole new level of burn. A ragged moan leaves my lips, and I open to him, accepting his tongue as it invades my mouth, consuming me.
I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life.
His lips move with force for the longest moment, leaving me with a bruising feeling, but then they soften, and his kiss becomes gentle, almost affectionate. His tongue dances with mine, and his hand loosens in my hair. A pathetic little whimper leaves my throat, and I forget about the pain in my leg. All I can feel is him, and the way his hand moves against my belly.
He’s still stroking his cock.
I groan desperately when his lips detach from mine, but instead they move down my neck and over my shoulder. Is he awake? Is this real? Or is this a dream?
His hand leaves his swollen, rigid cock and finds my hip. He jerks me closer until the hot flesh presses against my stomach. My pussy clenches, and I close my eyes, hating myself for wanting this with someone who’s been so cruel.
