Page 127 of The Saviors: Part One
“I don’t want to stop you. I just don’t want to be left behind when you move on with her.”
“You aren’t listening to me. To us.” I tip his chin up with my fingers so he’ll look me in the eye. “I’m not moving on with her. You’re a part of this too. We all are. You’ve opened a lot of me that I’ve kept hidden for a long fucking time. You’re mine now, and that’s never going to change.”
“Yours?” he whispers, and it breaks my fucking heart knowing how much shit he’s been through, thinking that no one will ever want him.
“Mine,” I growl against his lips, and his whole body shivers.
He kisses me hard. “Go get your girl, Axel.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yeah,” he smiles. “She’s fucking beautiful. I don’t blame you.”
“You checking out my girl, Naughty boy?”
“Our girl.” I look up at Sean’s voice, and he’s grinning. “Remember what I said.”
I nod, completely serious. “I remember. Nothing but respect, man, I swear.”
“Well, get Cole and go on.”
“You nosey bastard.” I should have known he was creeping around somewhere. Sometimes that creepy Shadow shit comes in handy in more ways than just missions. Cole steps through the door with his hands shoved in his pockets, looking more unsure than I’ve ever seen him. “You ready?”
I give Nolan one last kiss, and we go upstairs. When we walk into Chelsea’s room, she’s sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. “Hey, Ladybug,” Cole greets, climbing up to sit beside her.
“Hey,” she says breathlessly, and her eyes cut to me. “Are we really doing this?”
I join them on the bed. “That’s all up to you, Cupcake. Do you want to do this?” She nods, and I rub my knuckles down her cheek. “We need words for this.”
“I want to do this.” She twists the bottom of her shirt around her hands, showing her nervousness. “I just…I don’t want you guys to regret it.”
“That will never happen, Ladybug.” He leans in and brushes his lips across hers. “Let us show you.”
“Okay.” That’s all the answer he needs before he seals his lips over hers with a groan. She responds to him like she did to me downstairs, and it goes straight to my cock. I was worried that all the buried jealous feelings of her and Cole would rise to the surface, but all I feel is relief that this is finally happening for all of us.
I move behind her and slide my hands across her stomach. She breaks the kiss with him, and her lips are on mine. I coax her to her knees and slide my hands under her shirt. Her hands go to my wrists to stop me, and I pull away. “What’s wrong?”
She starts chewing on that plump bottom lip, and Cole wraps his arms around her from behind. “Talk to us, Ladybug.”
“This is a lot,” she laughs softly. “Not in a bad way, just it’s you guys, and I’m overthinking it.”
“Then let us take your mind off of it.” Cole slides his hand down her stomach to the top of her shorts, asking for permission. She takes a shuddering breath and relaxes against his chest. Cole’s hand disappears into her shorts, and he groans deep in his chest. “You’re so fucking wet.” I watch his hand moving behind the material, her hips rolling with him.
“Oh,” she breathes, her hands going to my shirt. I fist the back of it and jerk it over my head. Her hands land on my bare chest, and a shudder wracks my body. She spreads her hands apart over my pecs. “You’re beautiful.”
“That’s you, Cupcake,” I say gruffly. When my hands go to the hem of her shirt this time, she doesn’t stop me. I pull it off, unhook her bra, slide it from her arms, and my eyes go straight to her big breasts. “Fuck. Those are perfect.” I bend down, take her nipple into my mouth, and her back bows, pressing it further into my mouth.
“Cole,” she moans. “Axel.”
“Damn, I’ve wanted to hear my name come out of your mouth for years,” Cole rasps. “Let me take your shorts off.”
“Please,” she says, her early reservations forgotten. He lays her gently on the bed and pulls her panties off with her shorts. He tosses them behind him, places his hands on her knees, and spreads her legs wide.
Chelsea, the woman of my fucking dreams, is lying naked in front of me with her bare wet pussy on display. Her hair is spread out on the pillow, and her tits are rising and falling with each breath. “I need to see more skin.”
Cole chokes on a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” He jerks his shirt off, jumps from the bed, and pushes his shorts off.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, her eyes zeroed in on his tattooed cock. “Video doesn’t do that justice.”
