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“Soon. Tonight, I’m going to spread you wide and make you forget your name…my name…anything but the feel of me filling you up. You’ll be hoarse by morning, and the neighbors will hate me.”
“I need you,” she gasped.
“You’re mine.” I drove my fingers harder, my knuckles knocking against her. The desperation of years apart then almost losing her again stripped away my gentle. I had a claim to make, and it wouldn’t wait a single second. “This is mine. Mine. You’re never getting away from me. Come for me, baby girl. Give me all your sweetness. Cover me with it.”
“Oh…fuck…”
“Now,” I rasped, demanding. My thumb pressed hard on her clit, my fingers jackrabbit-fast in and out of her. She gasped, and I sealed my mouth over hers, capturing her scream as she came apart for me.
Her legs tightened on my waist, her thighs squeezing as her back bowed into her pleasure, thrusting her breasts into me. I couldn’t wait to strip her bare and take those ripe nipples into my mouth again. Tonight. Tonight, I’d be inourbed and not on that fucking couch. I’d be buried deep in my Bristol all night long.
My fingers kept driving, imitating what I’d do to her later, how I’d find my own release in her gorgeous body. How I’d fill her up… And damn me as a bastard, but I had no intention of using a condom to block my cum from bathing her womb. I wanted Bristol pregnant with my baby almost as much as I wanted her screaming on my cock…almost. Bred and bound to me. Yeah…I was a bastard. I didn’t care.
She sagged into me, minutes later, burying her face in my neck.
“We’re so bad,” she muttered, her warm panting bathing my skin.
“We’re so right, and you are so mine,” I countered. “Feeling you come apart against me, around me, is the best thing in the world. The fucking best. I swear it.”
“You were supposed to be making a phone call,” she muttered, though I heard the happiness lightening her admonishment. The pleasure in her voice grounded me, reminding me we’d gotten over another hurdle.
“I had a more important message to deliver.”
“Cheesy.” Sighing, she turned her head to rest it against my shoulder. Her arms tightened, and she made no effort to wiggle free of me.
“Don’t care how corny it sounds. I love you, Brisk. You’re always more important. Never again will I make you feel less than or make you think you’re not my number one. You are first for me. More than my career or anything else.”
God help me to never have to make the choice again, but Bristol was more important to me than even my family. She was part of me and having her again showed me I’d been missing my soul all this time.
“I love you, too, Ax.”
I gave her a squeeze before helping her back to her feet. “Brixel forever.”
“Oh God, don’t start that,” she giggled.
I just laughed. I had so much shit to deal with, but Bristol made everything seem…not so bad. And yes, ascheesyorcornyas it sounded, she just made everything brighter, and with her, I knew I could face anything.
Twenty-Two
Bristol
I was still in a muddle when Axel put me on my feet to call his uncle. Thinking he might need space, I tried to step back, but he didn’t let me. He pulled me right back against him while I heard the line ringing as he tried to connect with Darius.
“Stay here,” he murmured—an order despite the soft tone. His lips brushed over the top of my head, softening the demand. I sighed, leaning my ear against his chest and listening to his heavy heartbeat. The sound had lulled me to sleep so many times. I’d missed it almost as much as I’d missed the whole man.
I couldn’t sleep after he’d left me, because for so long, I’d slept with my head on his chest. It had been so bad at one point after he’d gone, that I’d tried one of those heartbeat stuffed animals wrapped in one of Axel’s shirts.
But when I’d cuddled with it, I cried rather than slept. It could have been hormones. I hadn’t known I was pregnant. For a long while after he’d left, I’d been a wreck. I’d been stuck in a gloomy never-ending tunnel with no light in the distance. It was one of the reasons I’d railed against letting him back into my life this week.
As long as that had lasted.
I couldn’t resist the pull between us. I couldn’t help it; I loved him. Every tiny bit of me, even the part that said I should hate him, loved him. I loved him. And I believed him when he said he loved me, too.
Axel swore when Darius didn’t answer his call. Of course, he didn’t. Were either of us surprised? I had zero love lost for the man.
“It’s Marta,” Axel said when the voicemail answered. “She’s the one who’s been setting me up. I want her fired. I need security to lock her out of anything to do with me. I have proof she’s behind smearing me. She’s the one who’s been setting me up. Call me. I need this done. I won’t work with her anymore.”
Disconnecting, he shoved the phone into his pocket and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. My heart broke for him. The more I saw of his crappy situation, the more I knew he hadn’t been living in a world of sunshine and roses while we’d been apart.
