Page 112 of That Girl is Trouble

That draws a low chuckle from his lips. It’s only been a couple days, but Axe has taken absolutely every opportunity to be between my legs. The man is absolutely insatiable. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve never come so much in my goddamn life. But I’m really fucking exhausted.

“Too early for what, Kitty?”

I yawn deeply and stretch my body out across his, further tangling our legs as I pull him tighter against me. “Time is it?” I murmur.

“Just after seven.”

I groan. “Definitely too early. I need an hour.”

“I’ll be in the shop by then. Should be there already,” he says as he gently moves me onto my back.

I’m too tired to protest. On top of all the exhausting, mind-blowing sex, I’ve been sleeping like shit. Nerves, I think. Since Wednesday night, Jesse’s been on my mind. The thoughts have been more anger than guilt though. Usually, I can expect a twist in my stomach reminding me that I’m alive and he’s not. But that’s not what’s haunted me these past two nights. It’s that Vic Rossi is here, and Jesse’s gone. It’s not pale skin or dead eyes or the blood staining the floor I’m thinking about. It’s Rossi’s dirty, murderous hands touching my thigh, his stupid fucking ring hanging from my neck. The reality that it’s been almost two years, and there’s been no punishment from the universe striking him down. There’s been no Sinner justice.

“Easy, Kitty,” Axe murmurs as he kisses down the curve of my jaw. Maybe he feels the stress in my muscles, the anger pumping through my blood even though it’s too early to be feeling such things. “You think too much.”

“I hate when men say that,” I mutter. “When will they be here?”

He pauses, his face still pressed against my neck.

My sister will be here tonight. And Graves. The biker with the man bun I can handle. My sister? I’m having a hard time envisioning our argument and how we’ll both get through it without saying something awful to one another. We do that. Speak without thinking, without considering the damage we might do. Getting out unscathed just doesn’t seem like an option.

“Before supper, I’d guess.”

“And… that’s when you’ll tell him?” This whole thing would have unravelled two nights ago if Graves hadn’t been out of town on a run. He would have been the one showing up with Axe at Rossi’s creepy as fuck mansion, and I would have been dragged back to my sister’s place instead of the clubhouse. I would have slept alone instead of with Axe. I like this version better, but the anticipation of getting everything out in the open is starting to weigh on me.

Axe nips at my chin. “Just gotta rip off the Band-Aid.”

“He’ll be mad.”

“He’ll beat the shit out of me. I’ll let him. And then we’ll move on,” he says casually as he traces his lips down my neck and to my breasts.

“Axe,” I warn.

He only laughs and continues his touching. I remain still and keep my eyes closed, maintaining my façade of disinterest. But the moment I feel his warm mouth closing over my nipple, I can’t help but let out a soft, sleepy moan.

He smiles when I finally crack my lids open. “Still think it’s too early?”

“Definitely.”

“Never too early to come,” he says as he pulls the sheets down past my hips. “Spread your legs for me, Kitty.”

Shifting, I let my knees drop open, bearing my pussy to him, and he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss as he works his hand down the plane of my stomach and between my legs.

“God, Kat,” he groans. “You’re already fucking soaked.”

Gathering my wetness, he slides his fingers up and down and then over my clit, making my body writhe as he circles slow and soft, teasing me until my moans are no longer quiet and sleepy.

He finds my entrance and pushes one finger inside, thrusting it in and out before adding a second. I whimper as he picks up his pace, fucking his fingers deep inside me as his thumb starts to work my clit.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

He pulls me into another ferocious kiss as heat pools in my belly and my climax starts to tingle its way up my thighs. My mind clears, and all the nervousness dissipates. I forget about Vic Rossi. I forget about Graves and my sister. I forget about Jesse.

Axe Donovan between my legs is my new favourite form of therapy.

“Be a good girl for me and come on my hand. Right now.”

The command is what sends me over the edge. My pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, and I moan loudly as I ride out my orgasm, moving my hips to chase more friction against that godly hand of his as I completely unravel.

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