Axel is both annoyed and satisfied to watch her find her own gratification around him. This began with an interest to punish her, but it quickly shifted to a desperate need to drown himself in her.
He is frenetic as he continues to pour his anger into her. And she takes it, thrusting back into him as best she can.
They are two polarizing forces doing all they can to come together, and it isn’t long before the bike falls out from below them. It is only Axel’s hold on Sunday that keeps her from going with it. Still buried inside her, he carries her to a patch of grass before dropping them down to it. Her hair spreads out below her, a bright scarlet halo. Her shirt is a nuisance that he pulls up to show off her unblemished breasts.
“Axel,” Sunday begs him.
He knows what she wants, and he bends down to take one of them into his mouth, sucking and biting and swirling his tongue. Sunday attempts to ride him from the bottom, lifting her hips up and down as he remains still, focusing on her breasts.
He growls against the one in his mouth as her hand buries in his hair.
“Just like that,” she says as she continues to rock up on him.
And Axel allows it.Allowsthe little spitfire to use his body to her liking. He reaches between them, blindly finding her clit, he plays with it.
She tightens around him, moaning as her movements become more frenzied and hectic. And then she reaches with both hands, tugging him and his cock as far inside her as he can. Deeper than he had been before.
And then she is screaming and pulsating around him. Her nails digging into him, her breasts arching up further. He releases the one in his mouth and begins to pound into her. Forcing her to ride the wave as long as he can, until static and fire fight their way down his spine.
And then he follows her off the precipice.
Panting breathlessly, he finds her eyes, cups her cheek. “I love you, Sunday.”
“I love you too,” she says.
And Axel believes it.
That is where they remain for several hours, until his phone rings with a livid Darius on the other line.
They ride back on the motorcycle just before the sun rises.
Axel is the lightest he has ever felt, but even so, there is still an uneasiness in his gut.
That something…isn’t…right…
43
October 12th
Ineed to go home.
The thought circulates Grayson’s mind for the thousandth time. He has been holed up in his office, sleeping at his desk, organizing the restaurant as best he could, throwing himself into the tedious work.
Axel continued to barrage him with angry messages, but he ignored them.
Grayson tells himself again that Sunday needs time. That Darius and Axel deserve to comfort her and be there for her. Except every time he repeats the mantra it feels weaker than the last.
Where do I fit in this?
And that’s the problem.
He doesn’t.
I don’t deserve her. I couldn’t keep her safe.
He doesn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but the trauma that Darius and Sunday were forced to endure affects him more than he initially realized. And the longer he keeps away from his family, the more self-deprecation nearly swallows him whole. Self-doubt nibbling away at his psyche.
He wants Sunday more than he has ever wanted another woman, and Axel made great points, except…
