Page 11 of Stalked By Axel

My mother died from complications associated with my birth. Her loss devastated my father, and for the first few months of my life, he was lost in his grief, so his Rebel brothers stepped in and helped raise me. The club meant the world to my father and me. We may not have lived there, but the Steel Rebel clubhouse was always home.

Why would Axel feel any different? He may not have grown up in the club, but Rebels are his only family.

“They didn’t need me. You did.” Axel’s words snap me back to the present, and I read the truth in his eyes. “I can afford to miss a few Church meetings or a chance to catch up at the cookout with my brothers, but your safety far outweighs all club business.”

“Because of the promise you made to my father?”

“Yes,” he says with a nod. There is no need for him to respond otherwise. I was there when, during his last moments, my father made Axel promise to look after me, but…I don’t want that to be the case anymore. I want Axel to be with me because he wants to and not because of some misguided promise.

“Of course,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment. “Okay, we’ll go to the cookout this time—”

“We will, but not yet. We have some things to take care of first.” He closes the distance between us. My heart is practically hammering in my chest as he reaches me and pulls the robe open, revealing my nude body. Axel sucks in a sharp breaththrough his teeth, heat flaring in those dark eyes as they meet mine.

“W-what things?” I stammer, unable to stop myself from sliding my hand over his firm stomach and feeling his muscles shift under my fingertips. I trail my fingers up his chest, and a deep growl rumbles in his chest when my nails graze his nipple, so I do it again.

“Fuck, Brooke. I was going to cook you breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry, not for food anyway,” I say, looping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to mine, but I stop before we touch, his warm breath brushing against mine in an intimate moment that makes my heart twist with need. “I want you. Please.”

His eyes go dark with the last word. His mouth slams down hard on mine as his hands go around me to lift me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, whimpering into his lips when my nipples brush against the material of his shirt. I taste coffee on his lips, kissing him back with just as much need, and I barely notice it when he carries me to bed.

And then his mouth is everywhere.

He’s like a man drowning with the way he breathes me in, his need so strong that he doesn’t stop moving. His fingers are on my nipples, pinching and fondling the little buds, then his face is between my legs, lapping at my sex feverishly. I whine and sob, writhing desperately on the bed until I feel the strong pull of my orgasm, but he pulls back before I can climax.

I’m practically panting, and the spot between my legs is drenched with arousal when he finally tugs down his zipper and shoves away his jeans. Axel grabs my thigh and brings it to his hip before slamming into me, sheathing himself to the hilt. The movement is so rough, the bed frame slams into the wall,no doubt waking my next-door neighbor, but Axel is an animal, feral and brutal with his thrusts. As gentle with me as he was last night, he’s unbridled in his passion now.

Before I realize what his happening, he pulls out, then he flips me around and, on my knees, pushes my head down on the pillow as he slams back into me. The position sends him impossibly deeper, and before long, I’m moaning uncontrollably, begging for more even though I’m not sure I could handle it.

But it’s him.

As long as it’s him, I’ll always take whatever he gives me. He is the only man I have ever wanted—will ever want.

Mine!

“Fuck, baby, I’m close!” Axel growls from behind me, fisting my hair with one hand and strumming my clit with the other, and it doesn’t take long before pleasure explodes not just from the spot where our bodies connect, but from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. He’s everywhere. I feel him everywhere! “Mine,” he roars, echoing my earlier thought.

“Yours!” I sob, rough trembles rocking my body as he finally reaches his climax, burying his seed inside me. He fucks me through my orgasm before we both collapse on the bed in a tangle of limps, our labored breathing filling the room.

God.

I never thought I’d have this, not with Axel. But now that I know how it feels to be his, the thought of losing it is soul wrenching. I can only hope that once we leave my apartment, he won’t change his mind.

Chapter Six

Axel

The familiar rumble of my bike fades when I kill the engine, and Brooke’s arms unwind from around my waist as she straightens up before climbing off. I’m about to swing my leg over the seat and climb off as well when I hear the unmistakable roar of another motorcycle approaching behind me, so I turn around to watch one of my brothers pull into the underground garage beneath the clubhouse.

Fuck! I haven’t figured out what to say to my brothers about the new dynamic between Brooke and me. I was hoping to talk to the club president, Saint, before anyone else found out. There goes my chances of kissing Brooke goodbye.

I was convinced that I would be the last one to show and that all of my brothers would already be in the clubhouse when I did, allowing me a moment alone with Brooke before I left for Church. There is no fucking way I can touch or kiss her in the presence of one of my brothers. Every guy here sees Brooke as something like their niece or little sister. I can’t say for certain what their reaction to our new relationship will be, but I don’t have high hopes it’ll be favorable. I want a chance to speak to Saint first before I announce our relationship to the rest of them. If I can get his approval, the others will follow his lead.

Brooke isn’t just another girl being introduced to the club. Because of her father, Brooke is already part of the Steel Rebel family. Hell, she’s been a fixture of the clubhouse longer than me. Before me, Kane was the head mechanic for the club. He ran the auto shop, and there is little that our members value over our bikes, which made Kane one of the most trusted and valued guys in the club. He trained me to take over the position from him when he retired. I’ve always been aware that it was Kane’s faith in me that cultivated the high respect I have in the club hierarchy today. But that doesn’t mean the guys won’t have something to say about a dark horse like me pursuing their pseudo-baby sister. It’s always been an unspoken rule that the daughters of club members are off limits.

I climb off my Harley just as the other rider takes off his helmet, and I am surprised to see that it’s Gray, the MC's spook. Gray is a rare sight as he’s always away working as a mole for the club, gathering intelligence on our behalf. For the most part, he stays away from the clubhouse to maintain his cover. He’s probably the only guy in the club who doesn’t have the Steel Rebel emblem tattooed on his skin. Even when he’s here, he hovers on the outskirts, keeping himself apart from the rest of us.

He doesn’t look surprised to see Brooke with me, though I don’t think anything surprises Gray. He always knows more than the rest of us. He smiles at the girl I’ve claimed as mine. It’s harmless, but it’s enough to have me glowering with possessiveness. I fight the need to wrap an arm around her and pull her close to me, to stake my claim before one of my brothers gets any funny ideas.

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