Page 43 of Axe
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Axe
She scampered off like a little mouse and I stood there stunned into utter shock as her bare feet lightly rushed up the stairs.
What the fuck just happened?
And what the fuck was that on her back?
I was smart enough to figure out that they were scars. I wanted to know how the hell she had gotten them. They were deep and raised. The more I stood there and thought about it, the more enraged I became.
I needed to calm down because the last thing she needed was to think that I was mad at her. No, I was madforher. For all the shit that she had to endure. I was way past pissed off and I had a strong urge to kill the man that had done that to her. But nothing about my rage was aimed towards her.
The night had sure taken a turn in a direction I would have never thought of.
The moment my lips were on hers, I knew I was done for. No other woman would ever compare. I never believed in that shit until that moment. Right then, I believed so much you could have put me on the podium of true love and I would have preached the shit out of it. I could admit that I’d never been more captivated or curious about a woman in my life. Somehow she had managed to not only take over my thoughts but also get under my skin. And I couldn’t stand there and deny that Neiryn hadn’t gotten to me, too.
The reason that I had stopped and stepped back was because she stiffened, not because I wanted to. But I began to wonder if she knew that.
Shit!
I was just not very good at any of this. I needed to explain things to her, but I needed to calm down first.
Feeling my hard as steel dick pushing against my pants, I let out a long sigh as I willed him to go back down. He wasn’t one to listen, though. I ran my hand through my hair as I planned my next move. I wasn’t going to stand there like a fuckwad in the kitchen all night. No, I wasn’t going to leave it like this.
I killed the power on the coffeemaker and put the cups in the sink. I could take care of those in the morning, it wasn’t what mattered right now.
I made my way upstairs and saw that all the lights had been turned off. The glow of the moon that streamed through the cracks in the blinds provided the only guiding light. With steady steps, I made my way to the side of the bed.
Her back was to me and as I stepped closer she didn’t move. I kicked off my sneakers then slipped off my cut and shirt. Tossing them on the dresser behind me, I moved to the bed. Leaving my jeans on, I slid under the covers and scooted right behind her.
Damn, I hadn’t thought about pillows. I was going to have to make a point to go get some, and soon.
I wrapped my arm around her and slid the other under her head. I buried my face in the crook of her neck as I pulled her closer to me, holding her like I never wanted to let her go. She didn’t say anything and neither did I.
After a while, her breaths became even and I could feel the weight of her head pressing into my arm. As soon as I knew she was relaxed and asleep, I let my tired eyes fall closed and I drifted off.
The sunlight danced behind my closed lids. I had no idea what time it was but I knew I didn’t want to open my eyes and face the day. Her soft body was pressed tight against mine and I knew the moment I admitted to the world that I was awake, everything would change.
Nothing mattered to me right then but enjoying this moment of her in my arms. I didn’t care that my hand was numb from being used as her pillow all night. Or that in the back of my mind I was freaking out about what had happened with Ethel and not knowing had set me even more on edge. Or the fact that there were things she still hadn’t told me. Or the giant neon sign that was screaming at me that once I did know whatever she was hiding, I would feel even worse.
Instead of letting all those thoughts and worries cloud my mind, I simply pulled her closer to me and buried my face in her neck. Her sweet scent invaded my senses and made my body come alive. Every part of it. From my head, filled with all the images I had of her flashing slowly by. To my heart, which seemed to beat faster with a warmer pulse. To my…well, my damn dick, which was hard as fucking granite right now. Being this close to her, completely immersed in almost every part of her, made every inch of me come alive. It was something I’d never experienced before and I was sure I never wanted to know what it was like to live without it.
Before I was completely ready to, I opened my eyes. A smile spread across my face and because I couldn’t help myself, I pressed my lips to the back of her neck. Allison stirred in her sleep, her butt wiggled back as if she was trying to get closer to me. I held back a groan as her ass brushed over my hard cock.
I lifted my head to look over at Neiryn in his kid jail.
Damn, I really wish I could have finished that bed for him last night.
As I watched him wriggle around like he was doing his best to pull himself out of his slumber, I knew it wouldn’t be long now before he fully woke. There was no sense in even trying to go back to sleep. I’d have to get up and face the day and all the problems that came with it.
The early morning light was dimmed by the closed blinds, casting a soft glow on her creamy skin.
My eyes roamed over her body. The sheet had been pushed away, revealing the sexy curve of her hip. I followed the lines along the side of her body desperate to take in everything about her and burn it into my memory. I moved my gaze up over her arm.
As I followed the curve of her shoulder and over her shoulder blade, my eyes caught on something under her shirt. I leaned back as my eyes squinted to make out what it was. I could detect black lines through her thin white shirt but my mind struggled to put the lines together to form an image, it was too blurred by the fabric that covered it.
Without giving it a second thought, my fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and I pulled it up, exposing her lower back. With a feeling of dread in my gut, I pushed it up further. The thick black lines of a tattoo showed themselves, the image slowly revealed itself the more I exposed her.
