Page 51 of Redemption

Axel

The sound of Kelsey’s sloweven breathing does little to calm the storm brewing inside of me. I stroke my thumb back and forth along her bare shoulder trying to block out all thoughts, but it’s pointless. My mind keeps falling back to everything that went down with Finn last night. Even the shit sleep I managed to get did nothing to ease the cloud hanging over me.

Last night felt like things have finally shifted for us and we were getting back to where we should be. All of the shit she’s gone through and this could very well be the thing that pushes her over the edge. The thing that has her walking away from me for good.

I let out a sigh that must be louder than I thought because the next thing I know Kelsey stirs and is gazing up at me through heavy eyes. Just the sight has all the blood flowing straight to my dick and everything else fades away.

She rubs the sleep away from her face and smiles. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I kiss the top of her head and rest my head against hers. Her familiar mango scent filling me with a sense of calm.

She glances towards the window at the sunlight fading away and her red eyebrows pinch together. “What time is it?”

“Late. Very, very late. I didn’t get in until well after four and we didn’t actually go to sleep until closer to nine. We slept most of the day.” At least she did.

Color fills her cheeks and I bite back a smile. My Wildcat is hot as fuck when she’s acting all shy and shit.

“Oh.” She glances up and I know the moment she takes in my face and the corners of her blue eyes crease that I can’t hide my expressions from her. “Something wrong, Ax?”

For a split second I debate on the consequences of keeping this to myself, but fuck it. There’s no sense in bullshitting her. “We need to talk about last night.”

“Okay.” Her whole body tenses up as the light on her face dies and her head drops down to my shoulder, making me feel like a complete asshole.

“Shit. That didn’t come out right. This has nothing to do with us. Last night was fucking perfect and it will happen, again and again. On that, you have my word.” I pinch the tip of her chin and force her head up until her gaze meets mine. “It’s about what happened with Donnelly last night.”

“What happened?” Her body relaxes a bit in my arms, but her blue eyes hold so many questions.

I wish there was a better way to deliver bad news, but there isn’t. It’s best to do it quick like a bandaid. “He’s your uncle.”

“What? No way. That’s impossible.” She presses her plump lips together and shakes her head.

“Believe me, Wildcat. I saw the pictures for myself. It’s all true. He’s your mom’s brother.”

My words are met with rapid blinking. She’s quiet so long that I almost think she’s passed out until she finally speaks. “Are you telling me that my mother was related to the freaking Irish Mob?”

“It appears so.”

“Is he the reason my mother’s—” Her voice fades, but I know what she’s asking.

“No. Far as I can tell this shit is all on your dad. Whatever relationship Finn and your mom had was kept a secret. They thought it was safer for you that way, but he does have a way of helping us find the bastards that are behind all of this and handling it.” I hold her gaze and watch her put the pieces together.

“You’re going after them aren’t you?”

“I’m going to make sure that you are safe and that they will suffer for everything they did to you and your mom.” I brace waiting for a fight, but she surprises me and slams her mouth down against mine in a kiss that has me envisioning these same soft lips wrapped around my dick like earlier.

She pulls back and rubs the stubble on my cheek, but it’s the unshed tears in her eyes that has my pulse racing. “Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Make those fuckers pay. Every last one of them.”

“You have my word, Wildcat.” My hand slides down the small of her back until I have a handful of her ass. I squeeze the soft flesh and bring her mouth back down to mine for more. There’s nothing I want more than to be buried balls deep inside her slick heat. My hand slides around her ass to her pussy and I waste no time slipping a finger inside her hot, wet heat.

A knock has my finger freezing mid-pump. “We seriously need our own place,” I mumble against her mouth and debate on ignoring whoever it is. I’m not dealing with my brothers while suffering a case of blue balls.

“Be nice. It might be important.” She smacks my shoulder and laughs, but that quickly turns into a moan as I rub her clit with my thumb.

Another knock comes and I sigh as press my forehead to hers. “What?”

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