Page 4 of Redemption

Axel

I light up a cigaretteand toss the rest of the pack on top of my dash before going back to doing the same thing I have as the past few nights from my truck—watch. Watch the way her tan legs flex against the force of the sand when she walks. Watch the way her long red hair blows in the wind like a halo of fire around her.

Time has done her body good. Curves in all the right places. Tits that I know all too well will fill my hands. And an ass that’s ripe for the squeezing. My teeth dig into my bottom lip and my jeans become tighter as I continue to stare like a starved man dying of a thirst only she can quench.

The second I caught a glimpse of that auburn hair through the diner window the other night I knew it was her. My hands itch to wrap those same strands around my fist and pull her back against me as I fuck her from behind. Two years is a fucking long time to go without her, and my body’s ready to claim her once again. My dick twitches in agreement.

Seeing her stand with that group, looking so lost and out of place only deepens my need. The dickweed she’s talking to doesn’t help the situation either. He looks like a walking Abercrombie & Fitch ad and is getting much too close for my liking. I squeeze the grip of the steering wheel tighter until I can hear the plastic buckle from the pressure.

When he leans in and pulls a strand of hair from her face letting his fingers linger on her skin too long, all bets are off. I have my hand on the door handle, ready to go whoop some Yankee ass, when the passenger side door of my truck is ripped open and slammed back shut.

“What the hell, man? Take it easy. Willie Mae ain’t no new truck. She’s fragile.” I damn near drop my cigarette and burn my dick off as I snap my head in his direction.

“She’s a damn truck, Ax.” Zane gives me a look before relaxing against the black vinyl. He shakes his head at me causing the man bun on top of his head to move like dead weight. Tattoos snake up his right arm and disappear underneath his black t-shirt. He doesn’t nearly have enough ink like Asher or myself, but even without it he looks so much like our oldest brother right now it’s scary. He’s even filled out more muscle wise to match Asher. I’m not far behind them, but I at least my biceps don’t get in the way when I answer my phone.

“No she ain’t. This old girl is more than that and you know it.” I pat the top of my dashboard and console Willie Mae. She’s more than just a truck to me. Neither one of my brothers can understand the love a man has for his vehicle, but I’ll be damned if they diss my girl. “Someone’s in a bitch mood. You need to get laid, man.”

He rolls his eyes and adjusts the knot of dark hair on top of his head. I don’t know why he doesn’t cut that shit off already and call it a day. “You mention how much you got laid in here one more time and I’m kicking your ass.”

“Fine.” I inhale another hit off my cigarette and blow the smoke in his direction. “Why are you here?”

He tilts his head, studying me a minute before he speaks. “Had a feeling you might do something stupid.”

“Well, you can go run back to big brother and let Asher know I got my shit together.” I wave my hand towards the door. The sooner he gets out of here the sooner I can go get my woman and drag her ass back home.

His blue eyes that are the same damn color as mine glance towards the direction of the group before coming back to me. I know what he sees as soon as he opens his damn mouth. “Right.”

“Like I said. I got it handled.” I shrug off his stare and flick the ash of my cigarette out the small crack of my window.

“Really?” He cocks a dark eyebrow as he flicks his chin between me and back towards the beach. “So, you weren’t about to get out of the truck and go pounce on that preppy prick for putting the moves on your woman?”

“Nooooo.” I shake my head back and do my best to keep my face blank.

“Bullshit.” He stares me down, seeing right through my ass. I don’t even know why I try. He’s like a fucking lie detector. All three of us are really, but Asher would just call me out for being stupid and storm off. Not Zane. No, he always wants to go all Dr. Phil on your ass and to talk shit out. Asher does too, but with his fists. That thought has me suddenly wondering which one would be the less painful option right about now.

“Fine.” I shrug. “I may have wanted to show him what happens when you mess with a southern boys woman.” I take another drag off my cigarette and take my time exhaling. The longer I take the more I’m sure it irritates the shit out of him and that makes me smile on the inside.

“What was your plan after that? Hog tie her ass up and toss her in the back seat?” He shakes his head at me and steals a smoke from my pack.

“I mean…” Images of her bound and gagged flood my head sending all of the blood straight to my dick. I shift against the seat to avoid the roughness of my jeans from cutting off the circulation to my balls and fight the urge to jump from this truck and throw her ass over my shoulder so I can do just that.

“Jesus, Ax. Stop thinking with your dick for once.” He smacks me on the back of the head before lighting up his cigarette, killing thoughts of Kelsey and my hard-on all in one go. “We have to be discreet about this. All of our asses are on the line with this. You fuck it up and we won’t get anymore high profile clients.”

“I fucking know that, Z.” My body tenses as he scolds me like I’m a damn kid.

He must sense I’m close to losing it because he eases up. “Look, her dad wants her brought back home quietly, which means we need to play this smart. Sleep on it and we’ll figure out a plan of attack for tomorrow night.”

My thumb rubs along my bottom lip as I do my best to calm my rising temper and let his words roll off my back. “I know what her dad wants.” Too bad I don’t give a shit. My Wildcat is coming back home, but with me where she belongs. I just need to convince her of that without having her scratch my eyes out first.

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