But I had been worried about him. What had kept him outside all evening? Yeah, I’d noticed and mentally yelled at myself for noticing. When Wroth had come inside I’d started getting anxious when Axton hadn’t come with him. It was in the thirties outside and just barely snowing, which meant that the temperature was dropping. So I’d finally talked myself into going out to check on him.
Ten seconds later I was letting him devour my mouth. My protests had been pathetically weak and hadn’t lasted more than a moment before I was giving in and kissing him back just as greedily. Why did his mouth have to taste so good? Why did his hands have to feel so perfect on my skin?
When it was all over, I still wanted more, and nearly begged for another kiss. If he had denied me, I might have died with embarrassment. I’d never begged for anything in my life and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start with the man who could cripple me emotionally all over again.
Now, with my body still aching with a need that only he could satisfy, I made sure that Liam was sleeping peacefully before going up to my room. I’d showered earlier, but I was so wet from Axton’s kisses that I felt like I needed another one.
Stripping, I turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. A cold shower wasn’t going to ease the painful need inside of me so I wasn’t going to torture myself with the icy water. I pulled my hair up into a tight bun on top of my head and stepped in. The shower itself was huge, with a bench you could sit on and just let the water flow over you. The showerhead was detachable and I grabbed it, turning it to the most forceful flow before dropping down onto the bench.
I started with my shoulders, just letting the water run over me. As droplets dripped from my nipples, I rubbed the dampness in, not bothering to smother the moan that escaped me from my soft touch. With a sigh I leaned my head back against the tiled wall and closed my eyes. I knew that this wasn’t going to do the job completely, but fuck. I needed something to help me or I wasn’t going to get to sleep anytime that night.
The warm water rushed over my flat stomach, making the little red ball charm on my belly button ring jingle softly like a bell. Harper had sent me the charm as a Christmas present, and I hadn’t taken it out since I’d received it. My best friend, however, was not on my mind as I lifted my legs onto the bench and spread my thighs as wide as they would go.
Axton loved it when I was this open for him. His lean hips would fit just right, while he would ease his thick, long cock inside of me. No matter how crazy we were for each other, he always went slow the first time he entered me. I would feel every hot, pulsing inch of him as he fed his cock into me. When he was as deep as he could go, when his tip was touching my cervix and making me burn with a need that would start to consume every fiber inside and out, he would just wait. Every damn time, he would wait until I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
“Do you want me?”
How could he not know I wanted him? I was dripping wet, practically gushing around his shaft. “Yes,” I always told him, because I knew he needed the assertion.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Tell me how you want it. Fast? Hard? Slow? Gentle? I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Tonight, as I let the memories work as my own form of porn, I wanted it fast and definitely hard. The jets of the showerhead brushed over my swollen clit and I nearly screamed from the pleasure as I remembered how much attention Axton would give that little nub. I could get off on that stimulation alone, but I wanted more. Needed to be filled up. My fingers were trembling from how worked up I was as I spread the lips of my pussy more and let the pressure of the water do what I so desperately wanted Axton to do.
I wasn’t going to last, which was what I wanted, but at the same time I didn’t want it to end. When I was with Ax, I never wanted our lovemaking to end. When I would feel myself starting to build up toward my release, I would almost panic because I didn’t want him to leave me. I needed him to stay inside of me for as long as humanly possible. Craved the connection with him as much as I craved the explosion that was about to erupt inside me. Axton had always seemed to need the same thing, because there had been plenty of times when he would fall asleep still buried in me. The jets of the showerhead couldn’t give me that, so when my orgasm hit me just as fast and hard as I had wanted, a few tears escaped my tightly closed eyes.
A while later, when my legs had stopped trembling from the force of my release, I crawled into bed and pulled my extra pillow against my chest. When we were outside, Axton had asked me if I was going to hate him later. I’d given him the only answer I could. I might spew all kinds of hate-filled venom at the man but, sadly, I couldn’t hate him like I wanted to.
Maybe if I hated him I wouldn’t have felt so hollow right then, wanting Axton in bed beside me. He might not have been my first lover, but he had been the first man to ever spend the night with me. I couldn’t handle too much physical contact because my mother had drilled it into my head that it was never something that was good. She had never hugged me, never touched me unless it was to take a brush to the parts of my body that couldn’t see the welts and bruises when I did something wrong in her eyes. With Axton, my anxiety over being hugged or cuddled hadn’t even reared its head.
The sound of my text message chime going off made me jump and I reached for my phone that I’d plugged into my charger a few hours ago.
Axton: Sweet dreams, baby.
My traitorous heart leaped and I lay there for nearly a full minute just staring at the screen. When I started typing a reply, I was surprised at myself for answering him. Damn, I was going to have to be careful.
Me: G’nite Ax.
A week passed in the blink of an eye. Zander arrived and things got more interesting. Natalie and Zander were hilarious when they were together. I could see some interest flashing in Zander’s eyes from time to time when it came to Nat, but I didn’t see the same in her blue-gray gaze. When Devlin and Harris arrived, however, my friend’s eyes nearly blazed with interest. There was just one problem.
Natalie and Devlin did nothing but argue. Linc joked that it was because they wanted to rip each other’s clothes off so badly and neither one of them wanted to admit it. Wroth even commented that Devlin was standoffish about Natalie because Shane and Drake had told all of the guys in OtherWorld that if anyone touched their sister they would be pissing in a bag for the rest of their lives when they finished with them. Considering the whole Liam/Tawny/Devlin thing I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because Zander showed signs of liking Natalie as more than a friend too, and he didn’t want a repeat of history.