Page 59 of Sweet Hate
“Any friend of Axel’s is a friend of mine, especially you,” she emphasizes theespecially. “No thanks needed, Haven, but if you ever need a taste tester for those practice runs, you be sure to call me. It takes a lot of calories to cultivate these curves.” She shimmies her curvy hourglass hips at me, sending us both into a fit of giggles.
All of a sudden, her face morphs back into the cold hard lines I’d come to know, her glare aimed over my shoulder. I follow her gaze to see Axel and the blonde sitting at a table just outside the hallway in conversation.
My heart sinks, and I turn back to Jett again, ready to say my goodbyes and head back to the others, when she grabs my hand, her serious amber eyes meeting mine.
“You might want to do something about that.” She nods in Axel's direction. “That girl is a viper. She’s been after him for as long as I can remember and will not take no for an answer. Huge fuckup on his part ever going there.”
“I’m not getting involved in his sex life. It’s none of my business. Besides, he doesn't look too annoyed about it, Jett.”
“You sure about that, doll? Look again.”
I turn around and really look at them, past what I think is going on. Axel sits rigidly, his face set in a blank cold mask. One all too familiar to me these days, but he would definitely not be looking at her that way if he was interested. Her hand snakes out to grab his thigh, but he grips it and lifts it off, shoving his chair backward.
Jesus, if this were the other way around, the guy would be accused of sexually harassing the girl.
Why isn’t he telling her to fuck off, though? What can I even do about it? It’s not like I can go over there and stake my claim. He isn’t mine. I can’t go stick a little flag on him and tell Handsy Elsa to keep her hands to herself before I cut them off.
Right?
She’s leaning toward him again, her hands now resting on his knees.
Jesus, she has more rebound than a boomerang. He needs to just get the hell up and walk away. Stop being Mr. Nice guy for once. Fucker has no issue being a total dick to me.
Although he literally just did something really thoughtful for you.
Urghhhhh…indecision flip-flops inside me.
When she brushes the white lock of hair off his forehead,mywhite lock, rage floods my veins, and before I have time to think of a better plan, I spin on my heel and stalk in their direction.
Axel sees me before she does, his eyes widening as I approach. Before he can say anything, I straddle his lap, my back to her, and slam my lips against his.
Electricity surges through my veins, every nerve ending throwing a party at once when his soft lips touch mine. Without breaking the kiss, he pulls me closer, one hand gripping the bare skin of my thigh under my dress while the other snakes up to curl around the back of my neck, angling my face and taking control.
My mind goes blank as my senses overload. His lips on mine, his callused warm hands gripping me tight, and his familiar smell enveloping me. The need to get closer to him is overwhelming. I want to feel his fingers glide further up my thigh before plunging deep inside me.
His tongue delves into my mouth, deepening the kiss, dancing with mine as I run my hands through his hair, gripping the long strands like I’ve wanted to do since I first saw himagain. I grind slowly on his lap, the friction of his jeans rubbing on my clit sending shockwaves through me. He lets out a quiet groan as he breaks our kiss and angles my head to suck and lightly bite my neck, pulling me closer, his cock stirring against my panties.
Wait.
Fuck.
We’re in the middle of the bar, and I’m about ready to ride him like I’m in a rodeo.
I push on his hard chest, and he immediately sits back, our breathing ragged. His eyes search mine, so dark you can barely make out the ring of blue.
Eying him warily, I see the exact moment reality creeps back in and he remembers where we are, a simmering inferno still burning in his eyes. I walked over here and mauled him for an actual reason, not just because I can. I ignore a flash of disappointment I’ve got no business feeling and turn on his lap, making sure I still keep my body pressed up against his chest, to address the blonde sitting there with a scowl on her face.
“Oh, you’re still here? Thanks for keeping Axel company while I was catching up with a friend, but next time I see you lay a hand on my man, I’ll be sure you break more than a nail.”
Her scowl deepens, an angry red flush spreading across her features as she looks past me to Axel, whose hands are gripping my thighs so tight, there’s no way I won’t have his marks there tomorrow.
I’m not mad at it.
“Axel, who the fuck is she? You said you didn’t date. Why is she calling youher man?” Her high-pitched shriek draws the eyes of the surrounding tables now.
Shit. I thought she’d bugger off and leave him alone. I wasn’t expecting drama.
I shift on Axel's lap to turn more fully in her direction when his hands tighten their hold on me to stop me from moving, a low growl rumbling from him. His now full erection prods at my thin panties. Balls…this was not the day to wear a tiny dress. Not when I just passed go and flew right through the friendzone. What was I thinking with this stunt?
