Chosen (Motorcycle Club Romance): Axel and Paige 2 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 5) (4 page)

FIVE

PAOGE

I stood in the bathroom, wearing only my matching black lace bra and thong, and a short silk robe. Nerves fluttered in my stomach like angry butterflies as I pinned my hair up in a hot roller, and the “what ifs” rolled in. What if everything he said was an act? What if I end up falling for him and he tries to hit me? After all, Chubs wasn’t such an asshole in the beginning.

“I can’t do this. I’ve changed my mind.”

Gina rolled her eyes. “What’s your excuse this time?”

I just don’t think you should be alone tonight, Gina. Not after…earlier.”

Gina sat on the lid of the closed toilet, her knees drawn up as she hugged her legs. Her neck was red and swollen from where Chubs had grabbed it. “I’m not going to say it again. I’m fine. You’re going. End of story.”

“But what if—”

“No. There is no ‘what if.’ Did you see that big hunk of a man currently sitting in our living room? He’s going to make sure there’s no ‘what if.’ Besides, I’m just going to take a long, hot bath with a giant glass of wine and go to bed. There is absolutely no reason for you to stay.

“What will make me feel better is if you go and have a fabulous time with that delicious piece of sex on a stick you found, enjoy every delectable inch of him, and then come home tomorrow, and tell me all the yummy details.”

I laughed, applying bronzer to my cheeks. “Tomorrow? Awfully presumptuous of you,” I teased.

“Are you telling me I’m wrong?” She gave me a knowing look.

She was right. I’d been looking forward to being alone with Axel ever since I saw him in that coffee shop. I could deny it all I wanted, but the truth was, I really liked him. And the more I got to know him, the more I liked. Even if him being in a motorcycle club still made me nervous, he didn’t. I knew he was nothing like Chubs or the other guys in that club. “Fine. I give up. I’ll just go out with an amazing guy, and have hot, toe curling sex for hours. I mean, since you insist.”

She got up, kissing my cheek, before heading out the door. “That’s my girl! Now go get dressed. He’ll be here any minute. I’ll be downstairs keeping that other hottie company.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure he said he was seeing someone,” I called out.

“That doesn’t mean a girl can’t look!” She winked before heading down the stairs.

The doorbell rang just as I was strapping on my wedge sandal. They went perfect with my strapless teal and white high low sundress. I grabbed my clutch, and a pashmina, before heading downstairs to meet Axel.

Our eyes met when I reached the bottom step, and a broad smile stretched across his face. “Wow,” he whistled. “You look… wow.”

I smiled, smoothing out my dress. “Thank you. You look pretty wow yourself.” And he really did, with jeans that did incredible things for his ass, and a black tee shirt that fit snug over his broad chest.  I took a step toward him as he reached for my hand, kissing my cheek. He smelled amazing, sending my heart racing already.

“Are you gonna to be able to ride on my bike in that dress?” Axel asked, not hiding the fact that he was staring at my bare legs. His eyes continued to roam up the curves of my calves to where the dress ended, brushing against my thighs. For a moment, his gaze lingered, and I could practically feel him undressing me in his mind.  

“It shouldn’t be a problem. The dress isn’t too tight around my thighs.” I ran my hand along the hem, tugging it up slightly on purpose. I glanced up, fluttering my eyelashes, and his tongue snaked out wetting his lips. “I just may need a little help getting off and on.”

A grin spread across his face, and he winked.  “Oh, I’d be more than happy to help you get off.”

My face warmed, and I knew it had turned bright red. I kissed Gina on the cheek, and walked out the door, ignoring the butterflies, and just savoring Axel’s small touches: a brush of my arm, his hand at the base of my spine, guiding me, his fingertip on my chin as he strapped my helmet on. I grew more and more needy with each tiny contact. With my body pressed against his, and my arms wrapped around his hard chest as he revved the engine of the motorcycle, I very much understood why people found this so sexy. By the time he began heading down the road, I was ready to skip the restaurant altogether, and just head straight for dessert.

It surprised me when, after only a few blocks, he turned onto a residential street instead of toward the highway.

“Where are we?” I asked, when he pulled to a stop.

“I said I was going to take you to dinner. I never said anything about it being at a restaurant.” He winked.

I smiled, glad he had read my thoughts, as he helped me off the bike. “This is your place?”

“Yeah. I bought it right after I turned twenty-one. I wanted a place that was truly mine. A sanctuary, ya know?” He led me up a few steps as he unlocked a large wooden door.

He switched on a light, and I stepped inside, my eyes roaming around the room. The space was decorated with very modern pieces, flowing directly into a good-sized dining room and kitchen. I could smell something cooking in the oven, and my stomach growled in appreciation.

“You cooked?”

He chuckled, toeing out of his shoes, and taking his socks off. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about a man’s bare feet that I found extremely sexy. “You seem surprised.”

I shrugged. “I guess I just assumed you would’ve gotten take-out or something. What is it? It smells amazing.”

He headed into the kitchen, and I followed. “It’s rack of lamb. And Paige,” he turned back, giving me a sultry look that held a promise behind it. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me yet, but I’m really, really lookin’ forward to sharin’ them all with you.”

He pulled me into a deep kiss, fusing our lips together with passion and a promise of things to come. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, as my mouth parted, allowing his tongue to slide in and dance with my own. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him until we were both backed against the counter.

I melted against him, lost in the amazing way he made me feel. His kiss was powerful and domineering, but soft and smooth at the same time. There was no fumbling or clashing of teeth, just the perfect unison of our mouths, each needing what the other offered.

All too soon, he ended the kiss, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

***

AXEL

It was so hard to pull my lips away from Paige, but I knew I needed to. If I didn’t put things on pause now, I never would, and after how things went last time, I needed her to see that I was in this for more than just gettin' her in bed. But good Lord, was it difficult. The way she responded to me made me ache to know what other ways she was responsive.

Shakin’ the thought from my head, I walked over to the refrigerator, and pulled out two side dishes that I had prepared earlier in the day, and placed them in the oven. Setting the temperature, I closed the oven, and strode over to the bar. “Would you like a drink? Wine? Or something harder?”

Paige smiled gently, and responded, “Wine, for now.”

I poured us a glass of the red wine I picked up earlier today, and handed it to her. “Cheers…to a night of sharing.”

She smiled and took a sip, placing the wine down, before she began pokin’ around the kitchen, pickin’ up grocery bags, condiments and seasonings. “So, you really did make this food, huh?”

“Are you skeptical of my abilities to feed a woman?” I teased.

She laughed. “You’re just breaking every preconceived idea I had in my head about what a badass biker is.” She walked over to the lamb, bent over, and uncovered the sizzling meat, takin’ a big whiff. “Mmm, impressive!”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Approaching her swiftly from behind, I grabbed her hips, pressing them toward my body. She yelped in surprise, and jerked back up, grabbin’ my thighs. “You shouldn’t have bent over, Paige,” I whispered into her ear, givin’ the lobe a quick nip. “I can’t think straight when you shake that sweet ass at me.”

Her smile grew large as she glanced over her shoulder. “What? Like this?” she teased, bendin’ over a little more.

“You’re playing with fire,” I growled, movin’ my arms up her hips, across her stomach, and up to her chest.

“Good,” she cooed, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

As I cupped my hands over her full breasts, I could feel her inhale sharply, and fall a little back into my body. “Is this what you’ve been longing for?” I asked, pinchin’ her hard nipples through her dress. Her head dipped back into my shoulders as I gave her a firm squeeze.

“So much,” she breathed, arching her breasts into my hands. “I can’t get you out of my mind. It’s all I think about,” she admitted.

I knew the feeling. I ran my right hand back down between her breasts, past her stomach, and toward her thighs. My hand slipped under the short hem of her dress, and grazed the bare soft skin underneath that I’d been dyin’ to touch from the moment I saw her. I moved my hand from the outside of her thigh up and across, slidin’ over her inner thigh. Pullin’ her dress up, I slid my hands between her legs. “Are you wet for me, Paige?”

“Dripping,” she moaned, as I slipped my hand under her thong, my fingers slidin’ along her folds. “Just thinking about seeing you tonight made me need to change my panties. Twice.”

My dick strained against my pants at her naughty words. Her body made it so easy for my fingers to explore. With every small movement, she twitched and melted. I followed the motions, and slid my middle finger inside her swollen pussy, causing her to gasp. With a squeeze of her breast with my left hand, I inched my finger further into her pussy before adding a second. She pressed further against me, pushin’ her ass directly against my rock hard erection as she spread her legs, invitin’ me in further. “Looks like you’ll need to change this pair, too,” I purred, ripping the small piece of lace, letting it slide down her leg. Her pussy was bare and slick as I ran my finger up and down her slit, dippin’ one finger in, and then another.

The tight muscles of her pussy clenched around my hand as she inhaled sharply. “Oh shit, Axel,” she cried, as I added a third and began pumping my hand in and out of her. He hips rocked, forcin’ my fingers deeper with every downward tilt. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, moving my right hand in a circular motion, until I knew she was tippin’ over the edge, and could not take it anymore. Before she reached the precipice, I pulled my fingers out, and stared into her pale green eyes. They were glazed over, and she smiled blissfully. I spun her around quickly, and pulled her face toward me, trailing the finger that had just been inside of her, and was still slick with her juices over her lips. Her tongue darted out, tastin’ herself on me.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I groaned, wantin’ that tongue and those lips wrapped around my painfully hard dick. I adjusted myself, really wishin’ I could take my pants off entirely. My dick twitched, wanting it’s turn with her. Tonight, however, was about her. So, instead, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, tastin’ her sweet juices.

With my lips still firmly planted on her, I led her over to the clear part of the kitchen counter, and sat her on top of it. Movin’ my hands under her dress, I raised her legs up, placin’ them over my shoulders. I pushed her down on the counter, and slowly kissed her inner right thigh. Startin’ from her knees, I moved down between her legs. As I passed over her pussy, I let my chin graze her clit, feeling her body jerk in anticipation once more. I continued licking and kissing back up her left leg, not ready to give her what she craved just yet.

She gripped my shoulders, and whimpered, “You’re teasing me. Why are you teasing me?” I didn’t answer as I continued the path back down to her pussy.

I gave her drippin’ folds a gentle kiss, causin’ her to arch her back toward my head. “You like that?” I teased, giving her another kiss, this time with some tongue.

Once again, she arched forward, wanting more. “Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged.