Page 39 of Axle
“Yes, you fucking are, angel.” I let one of her wrists go to slide my hand down, caught her thigh, and hauled it up high on my hip, opening her more. Taking more, giving more. With the change in angle, she went from moaning to gasping to sobbing, the sounds strangled and beautiful and so wrecked they felt like a gift.
Then her head thumped back against the wall, and my name ripped from her chest in a scream that set my blood on fire. I continued fucking her hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm and making sure she didn’t have a chance to come down from the high.
“I’m not stopping until you come on my cock again,” I ground out through clenched teeth, panting into her wet hair, and grinding my pelvis hard against her, in a way I knew would push her over fast. “You’re going to fall apart all over me, and then I’m going to fill you again. When you try to walk tomorrow, you’ll feel me, and you’ll remember exactly who did this to you. Who put this baby in your belly? Who fucking owns you?”
When she came again seconds later, she clamped around me so hard I saw white at the edges of my vision. Her climax throbbed and milked my shaft, pulling me into the abyss along with her.
The night lightleaking through my blinds had gone from gold to a low amber that meant I’d been in bed with Ashlynn most of the damn day. My sheets were wrecked, twisted into ropes at the foot of the bed, and the air smelled like sex and my woman. Warm skin, faint shampoo, and that sweet note I couldn’t name but could pick out of a crowd.
We’d been celebrating since this morning, right after she’d held up that pregnancy test like she didn’t know what to do with it. I’d looked at those two pink lines, and my brain had just…detonated. Didn’t matter that we hadn’t been trying—not in the “talk about it” way. I’d known what I was doing every single time I’d buried myself inside her without a condom.
Now she was curled half on top of me, her bare thigh draped over my hip, wearing nothing but my T-shirt. And by wearing, I mean she had it bunched up so high that my palm was resting on the curve of her ass without any effort and her bare tits were pillowed against my chest. Her hair was a mess, lips kiss-swollen, and she had that post-orgasmic haze that made her look soft and sinful. My cock twitched just thinking about flipping her onto her back again and seeing how many more times I could make her come before she begged me for mercy.
Irritation flooded me when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Prez.Shit.
Ashlynn made a sleepy noise when I shifted to grab it, her hand brushing down my stomach in a way that tempted me even more.
“Yeah?” I growled.
Kane didn’t waste time. “Everything’s set. We roll on Elias tonight.”
I sat up, dragging a hand over my face. “When?”
“Midnight.”
“I’ll lead the run,” I replied automatically.
“That’s the plan.” Then he hung up.
I dropped the phone back on the nightstand and turned toward Ashlynn. She’d pushed herself up on one elbow, eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Got club business tonight,” I told her.
“Club business,” she repeated slowly, like she was tasting the words.
I knew that tone.
“Savannah told me how this works,” she continued, her voice too damn calm. “There will always be things you can’t tell me. I get that. But she also told me Kane promised her he’d keep her in the loop if it involved her.” She arched a brow, that stubborn little tilt of her chin making my pulse thump harder than a race start. “So if it’sreallyother club business, I won’t say another word. But if you’re using it as an excuse to ‘protect’ me, then stop being a jerk and spit it out. Don’t lie to me.”
I should’ve been annoyed. Instead, I was fighting a smile because she was so fucking adorable when she was riled, eyes flashing and cheeks warm.
She was also right. She deserved to know. I wouldn't tell her everything, but I wasn’t going to lie to her either.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pulled her into my lap. “I’m sorry. You’re right. There will definitely be things I can’t tell you in the future, but I’ll never lie to you. You have the right to know if something involves you—unless it affects your safety.”
Her mouth pressed into a line like she wanted to argue, then she nodded. “I can live with that.”
I kissed her softly in gratitude before murmuring, “Found Elias Leek. We’re going to pick him up tonight.”
Her eyes widened, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head before she announced, “Then I’m going.”
My arms banded firmly around her. “Not a fucking chance in hell.”
A glint I’d come to recognize lit up her eyes—the same one that meant she was about to dig in. “I’m not some fragile little flower, Mason. I can protect myself.”
I let the silence stretch a beat, then dropped the hammer. “And our baby?”
That got her. Her lips parted, shoulders dipping just slightly as she looked away for half a second.
