I step forward and lift him in my arms, guiding his legs around my waist as I pin him back against the wall. “Put me in,” I growl.
He strokes me a few times before guiding me to his hole. Eyes locked on his, I push inside, slower this time, so I can enjoy it now that my brain has caught up to my body.
Slippery heat surrounds me, waking up every nerve along my entire length. For a brief instant the pleasure is so intense I’d swear my heart actually stops, then it roars to life with a vengeance. Only I’m not sure it’s the soft, slick glide of entering his body that has me in the grip of nirvana so much as the way his gaze holds mine, saying things neither of us have been brave enough to admit.
Don’t go there, Axel. Chances are fucking without a condom is still just sex for him.
The scent of Lennon’s arousal drifts up to my nose as I tunnel deep inside, heightening my desire. A heady little moan seeps from his lips, and I surge forward to capture it, licking into his mouth with an urgency I’ve never felt before. Once again, my legs threaten to give out, forcing me to push him harder against the wall so I can keep us upright.
Circling my hips I press even deeper, chasing more of the friction on my bare dick and straining toward that sensitive bundle of nerves I know will set him off. Lennon’s ass has always held me so tight, but with nothing between us the fit is somehow snugandsoft, like he’s cradling me instead of just taking me. Like I belong inside him.
Where the fuck did that come from?I’m not usually emotional during sex, yet my mind has drifted toward feelings twice now. If Lennon senses that… He’s skittish enough as it is, and if he suspects I want this to be more before he’s in the same headspace I’ll probably never see him again.
I lean my forehead against his and start pumping, hoping to force the deep thoughts from my mind. It only reinforces how right it feels to be inside him with no barriers.
Tunneling between his ass cheeks, his slick hole rubs against my shaft, inviting me deeper, and swallowing as much as I have to give.
“Axel,” he moans, and I pump faster knowing he’s about to spill over the edge.
“Feels too good, Leni. Gonna come.” I mumble against his lips.
“Yes.” He pushes his hips forward, increasing the pressure on his prostate, and wraps one hand around the heavy cock nestled between us. With a few vigorous pumps he shatters around me, squeezing the life out of my dick while painting us both with his release.
I’m helpless to control myself once I feel his contractions, emptying my cum into the depths of his body. And even though I try like hell to convince myself that doesn’t mean anything, I know it does. I know it means I’m his, if he wants me. And he’s mine.
Chapter fifteen
Lennon
Tucked away in my office, I stare at the blank fields on the loan application, waiting for the words to come. But the only word in my head is the one Axel said last night, right after he came inside me.Mine.
There’s a solid chance he didn’t mean for me to hear that. His voice was so soft, barely even a whisper, so it took me a second to decipher what he said. And if I’m being truly honest, I’m not even sure he knows he said it since things were totally normal for the rest of the night. Or as normal as they can be between two people who are using each other for a little fun. If that’s still what we’re doing.
Admittedly, it sort of feels like we moved past tryst territory. Why else would he come back when we had no plans to see each other again? Yes, the sex is incredible, but by Axel’s own admission he prefers biking to sex, which should mean there’s no reason for him to seek me out. That begs the question, why did he?
I’m not sure I should answer that. In fact, I’m not sure I should encourage him while he’s here now. I didn’t expect to miss him following the first time he left, and after last night, I suspect watching him leave will be even harder this time around.
I’ll probably end up feeling as blank as the fields on this application.
Dammit, why did he have to come back? Why did he have to treat me like more than a fling?
No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, last night was a big deal. The heat of the moment might've played a role, but deep down I knew what I was doing. That I was giving him something I never planned to offer anyone, and that it would change things. At the time, I might've been hoping that level of trust would somehow make things real between us. Now, in the light of day, I remember that’s futile.
Aside from the fact that I swore never to rely on anyone, I couldn’t have picked a worse guy to temp myself with. Not that Axel isn’t a good guy, just the opposite. But the fact is he’s always going to leave.Always. And I’m going to stay.
If things were different, I could almost see making a go of it. After all, I think it's possible to fall for a man without relying on him, and if that were to happen here in Katah Vista, where I’m building my future, I wouldn’t object. But I won’t repeat my mother’s mistakes. I won’t be careless enough to chase a guy around the country at the expense of the career that provides me with security, not even when the guy is one I think I could really like. Maybe even love. If I’m capable of that.
For so long I’ve shunned the idea of a relationship, not wanting to live through what my mom did, and I never felt like I was missing out on anything. I had my career and my friends—not much of a social life, but my career is inherently social so that didn’t bother me. It wasn’t until I had someone to spend my limited free time with that I started to question things. To wonder if I was denying myself a happiness I didn’t even realize I wanted.
Given the nature of Axel’s career, I doubt happiness is possible with him. Still, I can’t stop replaying that word in my head.Mine. Was that the pig talking, trying to keep me aroused with some possessive banter, or the man who I think might actually care for me? It could go either way, but if it’s the latter, I can only hope he doesn’t expect me to change for him. It’s the one thing I vowed never to do, and I’ve no intention of breaking that vow, no matter what my heart might want.
***
“It’s the lunch rush and you’re hiding back here, what gives?” Sloan knocks on the door as he steps inside my office.
I lean back in my chair and roll away from the desk, grateful for the excuse to stop looking at the blank spaces on the document in front of me. “Catching up on paperwork.” I stretch my arms above my head and arch my back.
“Playing catch up? Would that be because of the motorcycle I saw parked outside your house this morning?” He plops into the chair across from me and props his elbows on the arm rest.
