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“How is Om? Any word?”
“He is still in a coma. No change.” Shit. I know Diesel would feel fucked up knowing this shit.
“Damn. Let me know if something changes and if you hear from Diesel.” asshole better call me.
“Same brother. Same.” hanging up, I walk back into the room and drop my sweats. Time to wake up my girl. My cocks hungry again.
Chapter Seven
SAFFRON
It’s only been a couple of days, I think, but I love being with him. The things he does to my body makes me shiver even when he’s nowhere near me. I act bratty just for the attention he gives me. Axel is… a jerk but I’ve come to think of him as my jerk. When this ends, and it will end, I’ll miss him. He’s gone again. I can’t help but wonder where he goes when he goes out. For a couple of hours each day he goes out and when he comes back he has groceries and clothes for me.
But what else does he do? I torture myself wondering if he’s with another woman. I find myself not being able to share. I kind of feel like a petulant child with all of these emotions hitting me all at once. Suddenly, it dawns on me why just the mere thought of him with someone else bothers me so much. I am in love with him. Like head over heels in love with him and there’s nothing I can do about it. I won't say it first though. What if he doesn't feel the same way? I still can’t get the thought out of my head that I am just one of many. He’s too damn perfect for that not to be the case. He probably fucks all the girls he rescues.
I am going to drive myself crazy wondering what he’s doing. His stereo system is about the only nice thing in here, and I get why that is. I tune the radio to a station that plays Top 40 and jam out to the new Justin Bieber song. Then I get to work. I find the cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink and clean the loft from top to bottom. I strip his bed and wash the sheets. I remake it with fresh sheets. Cleaning helps me think. At home, even though we have a team of people that work for us, I can be found cleaning something when I am stressed or antsy. After five minutes of searching for a vacuum, I determine he doesn’t have one, so I start in the back of the loft and work my way forward with the busted ass broom I found in the pantry. It’s better than nothing but it doesn’t really feel like it’s working right. I think I am going to ask him for a new one. I am reloading the dishwasher when I hear him outside the door. His keys are loud but I don’t stop what I'm doing. Everything smells clean and like the stew I started.
“I’m back,” he says. I notice how he doesn’t call the place home. Is it because I’m here and it doesn’t feel like home anymore? Mentally, I shake my head. When did I become this girl? This no self-esteem, no confidence girl. I used to own all the rooms I walked into. I knew who I was, but everything is different now. I’m different now. Not just because of Axel, but because of what I went through. Not that anything too terrible happened, but being taken and held captive messed me up. I may need to seek counseling or something. “You cleaned? You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to earn my keep, plus it was starting to smell like old take out in here,” I say laughing.
“It looks great but you really don’t have to do that. I know you’re not used to stuff like this,” he says, setting his bags down on the counter.
“You don’t know anything about me, Axel,” I say, throwing the items in my hands down on the counter. The towel is silent but the plate shatters. He just royally pissed me off. Without another word, I turn on my heel and storm out of the room. I don’t get very far. He’s on me before I hit the hallway.
“Where are you going, little girl?” he growls, gripping my arm and whirling me around to face him.
“I want to be alone,” I lie. I want him to touch me again. To make love to me again.
“Liar,” he growls and then he’s on me. His lips are brutal yet kind at the same time. I moan when he lets me up for air.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I’m on to you Saffron. Now, I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
Well, shit. That backfired. Better luck next time.
Chapter Eight
AXEL
“Shit, baby. Hold the back of your legs.” I look down at the place where we are joined and curse as her tiny pussy, sucks and grasps for my cock which is currently fucking the shit out her. The more our combined juices drip and slide down her asshole, the harder I become and the more frenzied my movements. I lick her nipples, grunting as she throws her pussy at me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her moans and cries are like an exhale from heaven. “Such a good girl. Look at how red your pussy is from being on this dick all fucking day.”
