Page 42 of Redemption

Axel

Fire pumps through my veinsas I watch her naked ass jiggle up the stairs. She left me here with my dick out and hard as a fucking rock, still glistening with her spit. My balls ache in need of release. After seeing Neil tonight, I needed to forget that part of my past and get lost in her, but then she fucked me even more. I just wish it was in the literal sense.

The front door bursts open and heavy steps hit the wooden floors, bringing me out of my head. “What the fuck, Ax? I don’t want to see that shit.” Asher jumps back like the sight of my dick frightens him.

“Shut the hell up and get me out of this.” I’m not in the mood to give him shit about knocking first because all my focus is on a certain redheaded devil whose ass is going to be fucked so hard when I catch her.

“Hold still.” He bitches and moans the whole time he works the belt. Whatever Wildcat did, the fucker is on there pretty good. The leather loosens and I tug it free the rest of the way. I pull my pants up, doing my best to tuck my aching dick away, and get to my feet.

“Ax!”

“Don’t worry, Ash. Everything’s fine.” I wave him off and storm up the stairs. My shirt catches on the railing, so I tear the fucker off and toss it behind me. I’ve never been so pissed and turned on all at once. It’ll be a miracle if Wildcat can walk when I’m through with her.

Her door’s shut, but that ain’t going to keep me out. Besides, it locks from the outside. Not sure what she was thinking on that part.

I barrel into the room like a storm ready to rain down on her naked ass. She takes one look at me and runs to the bathroom, attempting to shut the door in my face.

“Oh no you don’t.” I push it back open hard enough to let me in, but not hard enough to hit her with it. No matter how pissed I am, I’d never ever hurt her like that.

She cowers down for a brief second. Then, as if a switch is flipped and she realizes what she’s doing, her spine stiffens as she stands taller and glares at me.

“What the hell was that for?” It takes everything I have to keep my focus on her and not her gorgeous as fuck body that’s on full display for me, or her tits rising and falling with every heavy breath she takes.

“You deserved it. To see what’s like to be played with like you don’t matter. To be locked in a fucking cage like you’re a damn toy.” Color flushes her face the more words she throws at me and I wish it was for an entirely different reason. A stray strand of red curls fall in her face as her tits move with every deep breath she takes. I want nothing more than to suck them into my mouth, but I clench my fists and refrain from touching her just yet. Something tells me she’d go feral if I came anywhere near her right now.

“Is that what you think?” A lump forms in my throat at her words.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Her voice shakes as she loses some of her bravado, sinking closer against the tile wall.

I close the rest of the distance between us and put my hands on her shoulders, moving my thumbs in small circles on the sides of her pale neck. She flinches at the contact, but I ignore it and keep all my attention on her. “Look at me.”

She sighs and slowly lifts her head to meet my gaze. The hurt I see behind them is like a swift kick in the balls. I thought I was getting through to her after I held her the other night, but the truth is I was a pussy that never gave her the one thing she needed. To hear the actual words from me.

“You matter. You matter more than anyone in my fucking life.”

“Just not enough to hear the truth from you about tonight, right?” Tears pool in her eyes and all thoughts of her naked body fade away as a crushing ache hits me in the chest.

My hands drop and I back away, putting some distance between us. “I’ve been trying so hard to get you to forgive me that the last thing I want to do is tell you something else that’ll make you think me an even bigger piece of shit.”

“Then start by trusting me with the truth.” She folds her arms across her chest and schools her features.

I rub my hand over my face and sigh. I’m about to cut open my chest and hand her my heart on a silver platter. I just hope she doesn’t end up crushing it. “Her name was Mary Stevens. We were fourteen when we met. She was the new kid that transferred in the middle of our freshman year. From the day I punched Daniel Hastings in the face for calling her trash we became friends, close friends. Things were fine between us. Then shit changed the beginning of our senior year.” My voice cracks as visions of her dark eyes and long blonde hair flash through my mind. She always did look like Neil’s fucking twin.

“What happened your senior year?”

“Wildcat, you don’t want to hear this.”

“Tell me what happened.” Her jaw clenches as her gaze burns into mine.

“She told me she had feelings for me and like an idiot I told her the truth of how I felt. I didn’t think of her that way. She was my friend, nothing more. It didn’t help that while we were friends I had lots of girls.” That’s the best way I can put it to her without sounding like the immature bastard I was back then. “We were at a party and fought before she stormed off in her car. That was the last time I saw her. The next morning I found out from Zane that she was hit head on by a drunk driver and killed instantly.”

Her jaw drops and as soon I say the words I want to swallow them back down, but I suck it up and force the rest of the shit out.

“Everyone knew we had a fight that night and that I’m the reason she got behind the wheel angry. Instead of being her friend and protecting her, I was blowing off steam with some random hookup at the party.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Ax. You were just a kid.”

“A dumb kid.”

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