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  “Should I ask what?”

  “Doubt you need to.”

  She nodded, avoiding his eyes, taking a couple more packages from him. “Doubt I need to remind you that we agreed that it was once and done.”

  “I don’t remember agreeing.”

  She turned to take the last two packages from him and moved away. “Thank you for staying away from the bakery.”

  Axel didn’t answer. He couldn’t. It took every fiber of his being to stay away from the bakery. And not because he loved the cupcakes.

  “Thank you for not following me home anymore,” she continued.

  That had been even harder for him than staying away from Sophie’s Sweet Treats.

  He swallowed hard. “I worry about you, Bella.”

  She lifted a leather covered shoulder. “Don’t.”

  “Easier said than done.”

  She went to move past him, to head back out to her car, but stopped barely a foot away from him and stared up into his face. His nostrils flared as he captured her scent. Sweet, like her delicious cream cheese icing.

  “What are you doing here, Axel?” she whispered.

  “Same thing as you.”

  She nodded slightly. “Why now, though, while I’m here?”

  “I didn’t know you were here until I drove up.”

  “Would you have waited if you knew?”

  He hesitated, then spoke the truth. “No.”

  “If I’d known you would be here, I would’ve brought you a cupcake.”

  “It was never about the cupcakes, Bella.”

  She nodded again, then walked away. He followed her back out to her car in silence and let her load the last of the toys from her car into his arms. She slammed the trunk closed, and they went back inside the unit. One by one she picked a toy from his arms and stacked it neatly into the appropriate box. When his arms were empty, he continued to stand there watching her move, double checking everything one last time.

  “Thanks,” she finally murmured, then bit her bottom lip which made his cock twitch in his pants.

  He thought his erection was finally subsiding but when she sank her teeth into that plump lip of hers, it decided differently.

  “Can you lock the unit up when you’re done?” she said softly, her voice a bit breathy, color tinging her cheeks.

  “Yeah,” he grunted. Their gazes locked, and he was unable to break away from her spell.

  Then his feet were moving, and he was pulling on the chain to the overhead garage door, closing them inside.

  “Axel.”

  He ignored her and turned the latch to secure it. He spun on his heel and strode back to her, where she stood frozen in place, her eyes wide, her body solid, her hands fisted against her thighs.

  Going toe to toe with her, he stared down into her face and when she dipped her head to avoid his gaze, he snagged her chin and lifted it back up.

  “You’re like a fucking addiction, baby. I can’t get you out of my head.”

  He reached down and grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from her thighs. She was stiff and tried to jerk away.

  “No,” she moaned, blinking up at him, something moving behind those dark brown eyes of hers. “Once and done, Axel.”

  “No,” he echoed her. “Never.”

  He raised her wrists and held them to his chest, drawing her even closer, until he could feel her warm breath beating against his throat over the collar of his uniform.

  “I don’t want this.”

  His eyes raked over her face. “Liar,” he whispered.

  She shook her head, not breaking their locked gaze. “We can’t do this.”

  “The only reason we shouldn’t do this is because I’m in uniform and my shift isn’t over.”

  “That’s not the only reason.”

  “Fuck the rest of them.”

  “It’ll make life messy.”

  “When has it ever been neat?”

  Her eyelids slowly lowered, and he took advantage of it by dropping his head and sliding his lips across hers. Then he did it once more, pressing harder, taking more. She kept her mouth closed until he captured her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. When she gasped, he went for it, sliding his tongue inside. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. A mix of chocolate, icing and cinnamon. A groan escaped from the back of her throat as he took the kiss deeper, tangling his tongue with hers.

  He released her wrists when he felt her fists flatten against his chest, when she stopped pulling away and leaned closer, her tongue sweeping over his lips and entering his mouth as she took control of the kiss.

  And he let her.

  Grabbing one of her hands, he placed it over his erection, holding it there. He pulled his mouth away just enough to tell her again, “It was never about cupcakes, baby.”

  He released her hand, but it remained as she traced his length through his pants with her fingertips.

  If she kept touching him like that...

  He blew out a breath and stepped back, needing some space.

  Slowly, he unclipped the mic from the shoulder loop on his uniform and removed his portable radio, turning the volume low before setting it aside. Then with a slight tremor to his fingers, he unsnapped his belt keepers, unfastened his duty belt and carefully laid it on the concrete floor next to the radio. After releasing the Velcro on his trouser belt, he slipped it through the loops, dropping it at his feet.

  In the quiet of the storage unit, he heard her unmistakable shaky inhale. Then she breathed out his name.

  Suddenly she was on him, tearing at the fasteners of his trousers, ripping his zipper down, her hand diving into his boxer briefs.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed. “Jesus Christ.” All the breath in his lungs escaped him as she freed him from his pants and fell to her knees at his feet.

  He tried to say her name but nothing came out except a groan as she took him into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue swept over the crown of his cock and he threw his head back and dug his fingers into her long hair.

  “Jesus... Bella... Fuck...”

  She traced the tip of her tongue up and down his hard length, then took him almost completely into her mouth. His hips shot forward, and she encircled the root with her fingers squeezing tight as she sucked him hard and fast. He dropped his head forward to watch her moving back and forth each time she sucked him deep then pulled away until only the tip was between her lips. Gripping her hair tighter, he thrust forward until he hit the back of her throat, then pulled back slightly as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him hard.

  Jesus fuck.

  Holy Jesus motherfuck.

  He forced out her name, “Bella.”

  She continued sucking him, teasing him, licking him, squeezing the root, cupping his balls.

  He couldn’t let this continue. Otherwise he was going to lose it.

  “Isabella!”

  She stopped, his cock still in her mouth. Her eyes tipped up to his. And then she smiled.

  Fucking smiled. He shook his head to clear it. “On your feet.” He struggled to make his demand sound like one. He hooked her under her arms and helped her up. “To the wall. Face it. Palms flat against it. Legs spread.” Something he wasn’t sure of moved behind her eyes. Fear? Excitement?

  Her husband had been a bastard, demanding, rough and violent. Axel didn’t want to be like that, didn’t want to evoke those memories, but even so, he needed to take control.

  When she didn’t move, he said, “Now!”

  Finally, she moved to an open space along the concrete block wall. Facing it, she did as she was told and raised her hands above her head, placing her palms flat on the wall, she cocked her hips back and spread her legs.

  She had assumed the position.

  Then he was there, kneeing her legs farther apart, sliding his erection against her ass, pressing his mouth to her ear. “I want to take you like this.”

  She said nothing, but he could see her pulse
pounding in her neck. He swept her long hair away and pressed his lips to it, feeling the rapid beat with his tongue. She ground her ass against him, a moan slipping from her lips.

  Sliding his hands around her, he found the zipper to her leather jacket and slowly tugged it down. He let one hand fall to her mound to cup it. It was hot and he could feel the dampness at the apex of her thighs.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  “No.”

  “Liar,” he said softly.

  His other hand slid under her shirt and then her bra, his thumb brushing over the tight tip of her nipple. He pressed his face into her neck and nibbled along her skin.

  “Next time you’re going to be naked against me. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  “No.”

  He smiled. “You want me.”

  “No.”

  Releasing her mound, he pulled at the waistband of her stretchy pants and pushed his hand past the elastic and down. Just as he suspected. She had no panties on.

  He lost his breath as he slipped a finger through her slick folds. “Liar,” he whispered against her ear.

  Her head dropped forward and he could hear her panting as she ground her ass harder against his cock.

  “You want me to fuck you.”

  “No,” she groaned.

  He slipped one finger, then a second inside of her, testing her wetness. “You’re such a fucking liar.”

  Pinching and plucking at her nipple with one hand, he fucked her with the fingers of his other. A whimper escaped her as her hips followed his movements.

  “Are you going to come?”

  “No.”

  He smiled again. “Do I need to prove you’re a liar?”

  “Yes.”

  “Come for me, Bella.”

  “No,” she groaned again.

  “Come for me,” he murmured directly against her ear. “I want to feel how wet you can get for me. I want to feel you climax from my fingers. Next time it’ll be my tongue and my mouth. I’m going to watch you come when I eat you. I want to hear you scream my name when you do it.”

  “Noooo.”

  “Yes. You want this.”

  She shook her head.

  “Tell me you don’t want this.”

  She couldn’t. She didn’t. Because she wanted it. She wanted him.

  And he wanted her like no other.

  “Come for me, baby.” He twisted her nipple harder, and she arched against him and cried out.

  Then he felt it, the rush of wetness, the waves of orgasm as her body clenched around his fingers and he didn’t stop, he kept moving, drawing them out of her, supporting her body with his, pinning her against the wall when her knees buckled. Then she became a rag doll. The only thing holding her up was his knee between her thighs, his chest against her back, his hand on her breast and his fingers inside her.

  “Did you come?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “No.”

  “Pretty little liar. I’m going to make you come again when I fuck you.”

  “No,” she moaned.

  The only problem was he had no idea how to get her pants down far enough so he could do just that. Her legs were spread wide and even though her leggings, or whatever the hell she wore, were stretchy, there was no way they would stretch enough to roll them down her thighs.

  Fuck.

  Then she shoved him back a step with her butt, wiggled and shimmied her hips, pulling her pants down her legs. He stared at the pale globes of her ass as they were exposed and his dick kicked hard. She rolled them down to her knees, then planted her palms back on the wall and shoved her ass out.

  She turned her head enough to glance over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me.”

  She didn’t have to say it twice. Grabbing his cock, he shifted forward, slipped the head up and down her slick, plump folds to gather her natural lubrication, then pushed inside her.

  He stilled, and neither said a word. Their breathing was loud, quick and hitched. Digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips, he began to thrust in and out of her soft, wet heat.

  His eyes rolled back as she squeezed him tight, pushing back when he pushed forward, their bodies slamming together, the sounds of their fucking, their breathing, her soft mews the only thing surrounding them.

  Her pussy felt like heaven.

  But he wanted more from her. She was not a once and done for him. She was not a twice and done for him, either.

  She made him lose his mind. Enough so, that he was in uniform, on duty, having sex in a storage unit surrounded by toys for needy children.

  He wasn’t doing this anymore with her. Only pulling his pants down enough to get his cock out. Only getting her naked enough for her to ride him. This wasn’t how he wanted her. Not against a wall, not on the seat of his truck.

  He wanted her spread out in his bed, so he could take his time, appreciate every inch of her, explore every nook and cranny. He wanted to savor her scent and her taste until he forgot every woman that ever came before her.

  Because they no longer existed. They never existed.

  It had only been Bella for him. Always been her.

  He only bided his time with the others.

  He watched from a distance when she became a biker’s ol’ lady, stepped back once again when she needed time to heal her physical wounds. Left her alone while she worked on the emotional ones.

  But he was done with that. That all stopped here and now.

  He reached around her to press a thumb to her clit, his fingers brushing against where they were connected, him unbearably hard, her unbelievably soft. His rhythm hiccupped for a split moment, then he drove harder, teasing her clit until she cried out and then he felt it...

  Her tumbling around him, grabbing onto him, pulling him with her as he shoved his hips forward, until he couldn’t get any farther inside her and, when his balls tightened, he lost it. He couldn’t tell where his throbbing began, and hers ended.

  He closed his eyes, his chest heaving as he sucked in oxygen, tried to slow his pulse. She released the wall and leaned back into him, keeping that connection between them. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight because he didn’t want to let her go.

  Even though where they were wasn’t the most ideal place, he didn’t want the moment to end.

  But it had to. In moments, reality would set in.

  For her. For him.

  She’d go back to keeping him at a distance. He’d go back to chasing her like the stupid fuck that he was.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

  “For what?” she whispered back.

  He wished she was facing him, he wanted to see her face, kiss her. But he also wasn’t ready to break their connection.

  “For this. For here.”

  She shook her head, a thick strand of her silky dark hair sliding over his cheek.

  He continued, “We’re not doing this anymore.”

  Her body jerked against him. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that he felt it.

  “That’s for the best,” she said softly, though she couldn’t keep the sadness from her voice.

  His nostrils flared at her assumption. “No... No more quick fucks. Next time we’re doing it right.”

  “No.”

  “Yes, Bella, yes!”

  “No.”

  “Stop saying no to me, goddamnit. I fucking love you.”

  She froze in his arms. He closed his eyes and cursed himself for being so fucking stupid. For revealing it in a storage unit when he wasn’t even facing her.

  With a noise that sounded like a wounded animal, she pulled free of him, yanked up her pants and shoved him away, her hair hiding her face.

  “Bella.”

  “No, Axel!” she screamed as she ran to the garage door, unlatched it and pushed it open just enough for her to scoot underneath the large metal door. She slammed it shut while he still stood there, his pants wide open, hanging off his hips.

  As he tucked his dick back
into his pants and pulled them up, he heard her tires spinning on the gravel outside the storage unit.

  He dropped his head back and screamed, “Fuck!”

  Fortunately, no one heard him but a bunch of boxes and stuffed animals.

  Chapter Four

  “With all the help the Dark Knights have givin’ us this past year with the Warriors, we’re gonna do somethin’ different an’ invite ‘em to the Christmas party. Anyone got a problem with that?” Hawk shouted over the crowd.

  The common area was packed since everyone was there after the monthly church meeting, including the DAMC women, who were only allowed to enter church once the meeting was over. Because they certainly weren’t allowed to take part in it. Otherwise, they might hear club business. Which wasn’t for women’s ears.

  Bella shook her head and snorted.

  “Problem?” Hawk asked, looking down at her from not only his height of six-foot-four but he also stood on a wooden box in front of the club’s private bar.

  “Nope.”

  “Got your permission to continue then?” he asked her with a cocked brow.

  “Sure,” she murmured with a smirk.

  “’Cause thought you might be tryin’ to take over,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

  She gave her cousin a wide smile and the middle finger at the same time.

  He grunted and went back to bossing around the membership. “’Kay, well, prospects an’ the women will get their orders, then.”

  Of course.

  The only thing lower than a woman was a prospect. At least a woman could provide a receptacle for the brothers to bust a nut into.

  Bella snorted again.

  Kiki sidled up to her and whispered, “Are you trying to get him worked up? Some of you women might like angry sex, but I prefer it when he’s not pissed off.”

  “You gotta live with him,” Bella answered with a shrug.

  “That’s right. What you see here and what I see at home are two different people.”

  “Don’t let him hear you say that,” Bella warned.

  Kiki laughed. “I know you’ll keep that between us.”

  Kiki and Bella both gave Hawk an innocent smile when he scowled in their direction.