Page 20 of Wallflower No More

He smiles against my clit. “Ride my hand while I eat my dessert.”

He adds another finger, and I buck my hips, matching the movement of his hand thrust for thrust. He assaults my clit with his tongue like no one ever has. I'm close. “Axel, can I come, please?” He growls but says nothing, only smiles up at me, my wetness on his lips. “Please!”

“Come for me, Scarlett. Come all over my tongue.” He adds a third finger, and that sends me over the edge. I damn near almost black out. He gently places me back on his lap. He peers down at me with a sated smile and kisses my lips. “Do you see how good you taste? Vanilla mixed with honey. My new favorite combination.” Putting my face in the crook of his neck so he can't see my blush and because I'm tired from my orgasm, we stay like this for a few minutes. Then he puts my clothes back on and kisses me gently again. “Want to head inside to the party?” He reluctantly asks.

“I'd like nothing more.” Lies. I'd rather be back on your console. I bite my bottom lip, reveling in his lust-filled gaze.

He helps me out of his Ford F-150 and doesn't let go of my hand as we walk into the roller rink. “Do you know how to skate, Scar?”

“I did when I was younger, but I haven't skated since I was like 12. You?”

“Never skated a day in my life.” He shrugs.

“You scared?” I tease.

He gives me a look. “I eat danger for breakfast, baby. I'm not scared of a shoe with wheels.”

He is nuts. “You're nuts.”

“Maybe.” He agrees and shrugs.

He tells the guy our shoe sizes and pays the cover charge. We sit to put on our skates. I noticed for the first time this evening that he isn't dressed up. “You didn't want to dress up?”

He's in dark blue boot-cut jeans and a plain black tee. “Nah. I never do. You look super cute, though.”

I lower my head so he can’t see me blush at his compliment. “Thanks. I get it from my mama.” Axel smiles at me and stands. His movements are surprisingly graceful. He reaches for my hand, and I allow him to pull me up. “I'm scared.”

“No reason to be. I've got you. I didn't let you fall earlier today, did I?” He asks confidently.

“Oh yeah. You were the perfect gentleman.” I answer, giving him a wink.

“If you saw what was running through my head, then you wouldn't be so quick to say the word gentleman.” He leans down and nibbles on my earlobe.

This time, I can't stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks or the pulse of my clit because of his words. Axel slightly stumbles but rights himself with hardly any effort at all. “Are you trying to seduce me with your pelvic sorcery?”

His answering laugh is contagious. Heads are starting to turn in our direction now. If Axel notices, he doesn't let it show. “Yes, I guess I am.”

“Nice try. But it's a hard pass for me.” I grin.

“Ouch, Scar. You've basically just deflated my fragile ego.” He fake shivers.

I roll my eyes. “Nothing deflates that big head with that huge ego of yours.”

Axel bites his bottom lip seductively. “Scarlett, I've got something huge, want to see?”

My mouth goes dry because, yeah, I do. I really, really do. Please. But I don't get a chance to say anything because Bambi Hoover skates over and grabs his arm. She's blonde and perfect. Her tits are perfect, and her face is like an angel. Jealousy tightens its icy grip on me. “Hi, Axel! I'm so glad you're here!”

“Thanks, but we've got to meet up with our friends.” He gives her a half smile, then turns all his attention back to me.

“Axel?!” Bambi exclaims.

“Yeah?” He answers, still staring intensely into my eyes.

She leans over seductively. If he were looking, which he's not, he could get a good peak at all she's working with. Her breasts are relatively big for her petite frame. Whether God gave them to her, or a surgeon did, I don't know. “When you drop her off with your friends, come find me. I want to finish what we started the other night.”

Bambi looks up at me smugly. Hopefully, my face gives nothing away. What the hell does she mean by the other night? My smile turns into a bright death beam of light. Too bad it doesn't consume her. The thought of clawing her eyes out seems like a good idea. Axel takes her hand and removes it. “You mean like Freshman year? Nah, I'm not interested. Scar, you ready, babe?”

My heart skips a beat. I wasn't sure what he would say. “As ready as I'll ever be.”