Page 48 of Hard as Stone
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he curses as he pistons in and out of me. “Is this what you wanted, trouble? Is this what you came here for?”
“Axel! Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, yes, god, yes!” My legs wrap around his waist, urging him on as his cock rubs against my G-spot expertly, sending me flying toward the precipice again.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Come for me, Poppy. I want to feel this sweet pussy milking my cock.”
His dirty words, combined with a particularly hard thrust, send me flying over the edge. My back arches off the bed as the orgasm crashes through me, my inner walls clenching around Axel’s shaft like a vise. He groans into my skin, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, trouble, you feel so good,” he pants. “Going to fill this cunt with my cum, mark you up inside so there’s never any doubt you’re mine.”
“Yes, Axel, please!” The thought of him claiming me so thoroughly has me clenching around him again, drawing out my pleasure.
“Fuck. Yes!” With a guttural shout, he shudders above me, emptying himself deep inside me. I can feel him throbbing, coating my insides with his possession. “Poppy.”
He collapses on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. We stay like that for long moments, Axel’s weight pressing me deliciously into the mattress, his cock still pulsing inside asthe last of his release fills me. I run my hands over the broad expanse of his back, tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“God, I love you,” he mumbles against my skin, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone.
“I love you too,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair. “Even when you’re an overprotective, stubborn ass.”
He lifts his head to look at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You wouldn’t have me any other way and you know it, trouble.”
I roll my eyes but couldn’t stop my own smile if I tried. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head, Road Captain.”
His smirk morphs into something softer, more serious, as he brushes the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. “I mean it, Poppy. You’re it for me. My endgame. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, if that’s what it takes.”
Tears prick at the back of my eyes. After everything we’ve been through, everything that’s happened, his words fill me with a sense of peace I didn’t think was possible anymore.
“You OK?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to my temple as I choke up.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Better than OK.”
He shifts us until we’re facing each other, his hand coming up to brush the hair from my face. “No regrets?”
“About us? Never.” I trace the club insignia inked over his heart. For a moment, I let myself be truly vulnerable, meeting his gaze. “You’re my endgame too, Axel. My safe place. My home. And even though everything else in my life feels like it’s falling apart, this—us—it’s the one thing I’m completely sure about.”
His eyes search my face, but before the moment can get too heavy, I clear my throat. “But trashing my dad’s office during a fit of rage and trying to vandalize your bike? Maybe a few regrets there.”
He chuckles lightly. “You really tagged his office?”
“Spray painted ‘asshole’ across his wall.” I can’t help but grin. “In red. Very dramatic.”
“That’s my girl.” His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Though next time you want to take revenge on someone, maybe leave the bikes alone. Watching you try to tip mine was painful.”
I smack his chest. “Hey! I almost had it.”
“Sure you did, trouble.” He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips. “But from now on, let me handle anyone who needs handling. That’s what old ladies do—they let their men fight their battles.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really? And how does that work?”
His expression softens as he pulls me closer. “We protect what’s ours. Love our women. Make sure they never doubt where they belong.”
“And where’s that?”
“Right here.” He kisses me softly. “With me. Always.”
“Always,” I whisper, kissing him again. What starts as a gentle brush of lips quickly ignites into something more heated as his hand slides down my back to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him.
“Again?” I murmur against his mouth, feeling him already hardening against my thigh.
