Page 25 of Stalked By Axel

“I love you,” I rasp, turning her to face me and finding her lips. She moans as she kisses me back just as desperately untilwe’re both out of breath. My semi-erect cock begins to swell again, and I pull back to meet her eyes. “I want you forever. There will never exist a moment in my life when I don’t want you.”

Her eyes fill as she nods. “I love you. There’s never existed a moment since I met you when I didn’t want you, Axel.”

“I will do anything to deserve your love,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. I lean in and brush my lips over her temple, vowing to her love her for the rest of our lifetime and the next. “You’re mine, Brooke Kane.”

“Yours.”

Epilogue

Six Years Later

Brooke

The heavy scent of oil and gasoline hits me as I step through the open garage door, a familiar scent that brings a smile to my face. My husband is hunched over the engine of an old Ford Mustang, his brow furrowed in concentration as he fiddles with a wrench. My eyes leave him and drop to our five-year-old son, Kane, perched on a toolbox. His small hand is gripping a toy bike, its plastic wheels spinning wildly as he pushes it across the concrete floor. A beautiful terrier, a present from my best friend Scarlett to my son on his fifth birthday, runs around the room, chasing after a squeaky toy, tail wagging furiously with excitement, and all I can think is…

Home.

Everyone in this room is my home, and I never imagined that we’d be here. That my ring finger would shine with a wedding band tying me to the only man I have ever loved. The only man I will ever love. Six years ago, it felt like an impossible dream, a teen’s wishful thinking, but it’s reality now. I don’t just get to be with the love of my life. No, I married him. We had a son. Built a home together.

It's all so perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better man. A better family. A better…home.

My lips stretch wider in a smile as Kane leans forward, his eyes on the toy bike as he drives it across the floor. Seemingly so engrossed that he doesn’t even notice my presence, and I’m still watching him when he pushes the bike with all his might, then releases it to fly past me, dangerously close to my toes before it crashes against the wall and shatters into pieces. I gasp at the impact.

“Mom!” comes right before a surprised, “Honey, are you okay?”

“Better than that bike,” I say with a laugh, walking deeper into the room. I pat my son’s hair before leaning in and kissing his forehead. Then I turn to my husband and brush my lips over his, allowing myself to linger, but only for a few seconds before pushing back. It’s so hard being close to this man—especially when he’s shirtless and dirty—and having to stop myself from jumping him. Axel shirtless, in jeans that ride low enough to reveal that perfect V-line that disappears into his waistband is a devastating sight.

“You’re early,” he says, his deep voice sending heat climbing up my body so I move away from him before I do something stupid like lick the sweat off his chest. Shit, I need to get a hold of myself. Surely after six years of marriage, I shouldn’t be this shamelessly horny and desperate, but my husband brings out the worst in me. Just being close to him is enough to have my sex pulsing with need.

Focus, Brooke.

“I promised you I would be back early,” I say, picking up Kane’s toys and throwing them into a basket just so I have something to do. “I had a lot of work at the office, but I promisedto be back in time to make it to the cookout. You know I would never miss that.”

I don’t make it a habit to work on weekends. No, those are set aside for my family, but I’ve been trying to wrap up an important project before we leave for vacation to celebrate our anniversary. I don’t want work hanging over my head the whole time. Despite having my dream job at a large marketing firm in the city, I’ve never allowed it to get in the way of family time. Whether it’s our small family of three or the bigger one full of rough bikers.

“I, for one, I’m glad you made it,” Axel says, running his eyes over my body. “Have I told you how good you look in a business casual?”

“You have, a million times,” I say, watching his gaze heat, and I have to remind myself that we’re not alone, so I turn to our son. “Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you head inside and put away your toys. Aunt Jade said that she got the supplies to make S’mores.”

The boy nods eagerly, and rushes with his basket of toys up the stairs to our apartment, followed closely by his ever-loyal dog. We watch them both disappear inside and hear the click of the door. Alone at last, I turn to my husband, grinning when I find his heated eyes tracking me. “Our kid is lonely,” my husband says, reaching out and taking my hand before drawing me to him. “Why don’t we make him a sibling. Maybe sister to play with.”

“Are you speaking for Kane or yourself? Because I have it on good authority that he has a half-dozen playmates running around the clubhouse at any given time. The next generation of Rebels already nearly outnumbers the first.”

“A daughter for me to dote on then.”

I gasp when he spins me around so my back is against the Mustang. My clothes are going to get stained, but I find that I don’t care. When this man is close and those brown eyes are on mine, I find that little else matters. It’s almost like he cast a spell on me the moment we met. I didn’t realize it until I was a teenager, but I’ve loved Axel in some form or another my entire life.

With his protective demeanor, good looks, and body of a Greek god, who wouldn’t be?

With our eyes locked, I take his hand and bring it to my breast. Moaning when he rubs my nipple, causing it to pebble. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m off the pills,” I say, bushing my lips over his bristled jaw and trailing them up before sinking my teeth gently into his earlobe. “I don’t see what’s stopping us from making a baby now.”

“Nothing,” he growls, his hand sliding up my leg, pushing my skirt up in the process. My knees instinctively open for him, thighs parting for his hand. “Absolutely nothing is stopping me from breeding you like a beast and planting another baby in your womb.” He slides a finger under the waistband of my panties and tugs them down to my knees, then letting them drop to my ankles, leaving me bare for him. I bite back a moan when his fingertips trail back up my thighs, gasping when one slides between my damp feminine lips. “God, you never fail to amaze at how fast you’re ready for me. One touch, and you’re already leaking all over my finger.”

I flush at his words. “Axel—”

“I love it,” he rasps, brushing his lips over mine. “I love that I make you react this way. That after six years of marriage, you still want me with the same desperation I feel for you.”

“I’ll always want you,” I say, reminding him of our wedding vows. I’ve never wanted anyone before Axel and have never met anyone that could live up to the man he is. “You have and will always be it for me… Oh!” My lips part on a cry when he slides his thick digit into my sex. His breathing turns heavy too as he starts thrusting in and out of me, stroking my clit with his thumb as he fucks me with his finger. “Want to feel you inside of me, baby. Fast before we’re interrupted.”

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