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“Axe.”
A smile lingered across my lips and her jaw dropped. She wiped a hand across her forehead, bucking her hips so close that I had to back away.
“What do you want?” I asked again.
She bit her lip. “Damn it, Axe. I wantyou.”
With those words, I pulled myself on top of her body, rubbing the tip of my finger along her pussy lips, wetting it, about to come in my pants just from feeling how aroused she was. It was hot as hell.
“I’m going to finger you, now, Demi,” I said.
I wasn’t afraid of a virgin. But I had to protect her, and that meant keeping myself away.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t take this.
She stared into my eyes, glazed and full of desire. I stuck my finger inside of her, her velvet walls parting, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She whimpered, moving her hips towards me, and I massaged her inside, staring into her eyes, shuddering with her. Sweat dripped from her brow, her bottom lip quivering in desire, her eyes glossy and mine, all fucking mine. She was so damn beautiful. She was completely at the mercy of this pleasure, of knowing that I would take everything she had to give me. I had never been with someone like this before, sharing this kind of intimacy. And neither had she.
I never let go of her stare. Demi was one of the first women who could actually look at me and see the real me. The violence. The brutality. The ugliness. And she was still here. She wasn’t afraid. Whatever we were doing, she might have had her idea of what was right in the world, but it didn’t stop her from wanting me. I could be with her, show her every facet of me, and she stayed, saw past it all, even dwelled inside of it. And I knew, then, that this was more than I understood. Maybe this, whateverthiswas, was okay for someone like me.
At least when it came to Demi.
CHAPTER 14
Demi
The next morning, an hour outside of the motel, we stopped at a gas station. The world was flat around us. Short stubs of cacti peppered the plain with big brown rocks casting shadows against the ground. Feeling energetic, I jumped out of the passenger seat, sitting on the back of the van, watching Axe. He pumped the gas, his eyes lingering over me. I swear he smiled. Any time he let his lips form into that subtle curve, I melted. It was like he was giving me a personal gift, and I wanted to wrap it up carefully in tissue paper, tucking it into my pocket so I’d never forget the way it made me feel.
Things were different. Axe was in his thirties, but after last night, knowing that he actually saw me as more than a little girl, made me stand up straighter. Pride swelling inside of me.
The pump shuddered to a stop. Axe put it back into the rack, then tilted his head towards the driver’s seat. His eyes reflected the dusty cement underneath us.
“You want to drive?” he asked.
My heart fluttered in my chest. “Really?”
He shrugged as if to say, Why not? And stupid me, who had never been behind the wheel of a car, was too excited to let the opportunity pass. I went to the driver’s side and plopped into the car. A few seconds later, Axe sat in the passenger seat.
“You do realize I’ve never even been behind the wheel before,” I said. A sharp breath came out of Axe’s nose, his only acknowledgment. I hope it didn’t bother himtoomuch. “My dad didn’t want me to have a license.”
“Seems strict.”
I gave a forced laugh. Strict didn’t cover half of it.
“Was he like that with you?” I asked. Axe’s eyes flicked to mine, then back to the road, so I continued talking: “He was controlling as hell. Kept saying driving was too dangerous.” Axe handed me the keys, and I found the right one, then put it into the ignition. The van quivered to a start as the engine roared awake. Jittery butterflies filled me because Axe trusted me to do this. “I mean,” I paused, sitting up in the seat, “There are plenty of things that are dangerous. Way more dangerous than driving.”
“Fix your seat and mirrors,” he said. I adjusted accordingly. Then he added, “Driving actually has a lot of fatalities.”
I huffed. “I guess.”
“All right.” He gestured in front of us. “Press the gas pedal gently. Not too much. Get a feel for it.” It barely moved, but once it did, I gave it slightly more pressure, letting the slow speed travel through my body. “Good. Now, let’s go around the back of the store.”
“The back of the store?” I asked. The convenience store was ahead. I angled the car around the side.
“Around it,” Axe said. “We’ll do that a couple of times before we go on the highway.”
“You’re going to let me drive on the highway?”
He grunted, and I knew the answer.
