Authors: Terri Anne Browning
starting to head out.”
Beside me Axton grunted and pushed himself into a sitting position. “Dude! I’m going to murder you.”
A deep, sexy laugh drifted to me. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. Get up, throw your shit in your case
and let’s go… Oh, and tell Dallas that Harper has been looking for her.”
My still half-foggy mind cleared and I felt my face heat with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. I
lowered my head, letting my long blonde hair hide my face from the man sitting very close—and very
much naked—beside me.
“I’ll be out in a few,” Axton called back and I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Shane’s heavy
footsteps fade away as he left.
I didn’t lift my head. I couldn’t face him, couldn’t face what I had done. Damn my weakness for this
man, and damn him for exploiting it. He had seduced me with every innocent brush of his fingers against
my skin, his every murmured word as we had walked through Universal Studios last night. From the
moment he started massaging my aching shoulders, I had weakened. The moment he lifted me into his arms
and I had found my salvation from one of my worst nightmares, I was done for.
After Harper had found us, I had tried to be strong. I really had. But it was impossible not to feel his
eyes on me, to feel the heat from his body as he had walked behind me through the other haunted houses.
So it had been all too easy to cuddle into him when he had put his arm around me as we got onto the
ride. While Harper had been transfixed by the movie ride experience, I had been making out with Mister Rock God.
Of course I was going to blame it on all the beer I had drunk last night. As well as the fact that I hadn’t drunk anything in two years. Maybe I would get away with saying it was because I had been so fucking
horny and had gone without for just as long as I had alcohol.
Harper and Linc would see right through that half-truth in a heartbeat. I had gone a lot longer without
sex than just two years. As much as some people liked to think I was a slut, I could count every man I had
ever been with on one hand and still have a few fingers left over. The man beside me had been the one to
ruin me for any other man, though. The one who had stolen my heart without much trouble, then shredded
it in two when his feelings for his ex-girlfriend had reared their ugly head.
“We need to talk,” he finally said after I had been sitting there staring at the sheets for a few minutes.
I snorted and raised my gaze from the sheets to meet his hazel eyes. Right now they were a mixture of
brown and green, but last night they had switched several times from brown to green and back again. When
he was thrusting into me, forcing me to keep my eyes on him, his eyes had been green. As soon as he found
his release, those crazy eyes switched almost instantly back to brown, until he started fucking me all over again.
“That was what you said last night when you asked me to come back to your room with you. The only
words to ever leave your mouth were, ‘Fuck, you’re wet for me, baby’ and a few ‘I can’t wait to taste your
scorching pussy’.” I pushed my hair back from my face, wishing I still had my ponytail holder so I could
get it out of my way. “That’s the way it always was with us, Axton. Every time we should have been talking
we were fuckin’ instead.”
He grimaced, making the lip ring in his bottom lip pout out. “Yeah, I know. It’s one of the many mistakes I made with you.”
“Wow.” My eyes widened and I knew I was being a total bitch, but I didn’t really care. “I never thought
you would actually admit that you made mistakes. Are you sick?” I touched a hand to his forehead.
Axton grabbed my hand as he pushed me back against the pillows, pulling my hand to his already
stone-hard cock. “You have such a smartass mouth, Dallas. And if I didn’t want it sucking my dick so
badly right now I would tell you a few more things that would really surprise you. So instead of talking like I know we need to do, I’m going to fuck you until neither one of us can remember our names and then I’m
going to drive you to Harper’s house in Santa Monica so you can spend some time with your friend. But
tonight we are going to talk for sure.”
My mouth had gone dry the minute I touched that white hot, satin covered titanium rod he called a dick.
I couldn’t think past how I wanted to suck his cock just as much as he wanted me to. So I agreed with him
and then pushed on his chest until our positions were reversed and I was kissing my way down his chest.
I took my time, wanting to make sure I paid homage to every tattoo I loved. Like the music note on his
right pec. Or the hoop through his left nipple. I tilted my head, examining it better. I had dared him to get this piercing one night. I never thought he would actually do it, but he had kept his eyes locked on mine the whole time it was being put in. Of course I had to get my tongue pierced that same night, because it had
been his stipulation. A piercing for a piercing.
Bending my head I rubbed my studded tongue over his tiny hoop before sucking it into my mouth and
pulling back ever so slightly, tugging just enough to make his hands tangle in my hair and keep me against
him. “Damn, Dallas. I love that fucking mouth of yours.”
I grinned against his flesh before pulling away to continue kissing down his chest. The hard, defined
edges of his six-pack abs gave me something else to explore, further delaying what I most wanted to be
kissing and licking. I traced my fingers over each one, following the trail with my tongue. He tasted of
sweat and something tangier, kind of spicy and a little sweet. I knew that it was Axton’s unique flavor,
remembered that it had been that taste that had kept me going back for more.
My tongue dipped into his belly button and his fingers tightened in my long, thick hair. A line of dark
hair, just slightly lighter than the dyed, inky black hair on his head had me following the trail with my lips. I kissed down the V of his groin until I was inches away from ten inches of broad, hard, hot dick.
The memory of how good he had felt deep inside me just a few hours ago made me whimper and I let
my tongue skim over the pink mushroom-shaped head. The taste of my own desire still lingered along with
his pre-cum. I grasped his hard shaft in my left hand and stroked upward, producing a few more drops of
that addicting substance that I could feast on for days. I licked it away as if it were juice melting from my favorite Popsicle.
“Tease!” he muttered, pulling on my hair just enough to make it hurt a little.
I could feel my own growing desire dripping down my thighs and I used my free hand to stroke myself
as I took his cock fully into my mouth. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat and I swallowed,
taking him deeper. His growl of pleasure had my fingers rubbing over my clit faster, producing more liquid
heat to make his eventual possession easier to accept.
“I can smell your need for me, baby,” Axton breathed. “Let me eat you. Let me taste that sweet pussy.”
No way was I moving, not when I could feel his balls tightening. He was close and so was I. I lifted my
wet fingers and let him suck, letting him have the taste he claimed to need. I switched hands, holding him
only with my mouth while he sucked on my fingers and I touched myself with my left hand.
My thighs began to tremble, my stomach tightening as I felt my release building. I sucked him deeper,
moaning around his thick cock as my inner walls started contracting. The vibrations from moans triggered
his own and I had to pull my hand from his mouth to hold on as he filled my mouth with hot shots of his
release over and over again. I couldn’t swallow it all, couldn’t keep it all inside my mouth. It dripped down my chin as I continued to suck on him even as I kept rubbing out my own orgasm.
When he pulled my head from him we were both breathing hard and I was shaking from the power of my release. It was like he hadn’t given me four mind-blowing, earthshaking orgasms last night. I was
wasted, completely useless as I cuddled into his side and closed my eyes.
His finger rubbed across my chin, wiping away his release. “Don’t waste it, baby,” he whispered against
my ear as he placed his thickly coated finger inside my mouth. I sucked it away, loving his taste. No man
tasted as good as Axton Cage, my own personal Rock God.
I didn’t say a word as we all climbed into the back of Emmie’s Escalade. Didn’t even look at her as we
took our time getting settled. There were seven of us packed inside of the huge SUV, two of which were
heavily pregnant. These were all my friends and I wasn’t going to ruin the time I was going to spend with
them today and in the morning by opening my mouth and bitching.
Even if I was aching to do just that.
I was sitting in the middle row between Lana and Dallas, while Lucy and Natalie took the third row with
Emmie driving and Layla taking shotgun. I bit my lip hard, because not only did I not want to cause trouble the day before my wedding, but I didn’t want nine-year-old Lucy to hear the words that were going to come
spilling out the minute I let myself go.
It wasn’t that I was mad—not really. I was worried. Dallas had been her own version of a zombie after
her breakup with Axton the last time. I didn’t want her to go through that all over again. I didn’t want her to hurt even for a second over a guy who didn’t deserve her. When she hurt, I hurt and I was tired of hurting.
Being with Shane had shown me what it was like not to hurt emotionally all the time. I had gotten spoiled
and now I was terrified of feeling it ever again.
God, I was such a little wimp.
“So…” Emmie could feel—probably see—the tension in me and she didn’t seem happy about it. “Let’s
address the elephant in the room, shall we?”
“Lucy, headphones. Dad’s new drum solo.” I glanced over my shoulder to watch Lucy slip on a pair of
Beats plugged into her iPhone. A moment later the pounding of one of Demon’s Wings’ songs reached me,
the one that had a long drum solo that Jesse Thorton had perfected within a day.
Emmie kept the Escalade in Park and turned to face us all. “Have a good night, Dallas?”
She shrugged. “It was fun.”
Emmie grinned. “I bet.”
I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say a word. Lana’s hand touched one of my cold ones, soothing me just a
little. Emmie saw my clenched jaw and shook her head. “Let it go, girl. I don’t need a homicidal bride on
her wedding day. And Shane will be pissed if you show up looking defeated instead of ecstatic.”
“He’s going to break her heart all over again!” I exploded, unable to hold onto it a second longer
without indeed becoming a homicidal maniac. Dallas was my best friend, my sister. We had been through
hell with our mothers and had only just barely made it back because we had been there for each other. “I
can’t handle it if he hurts her again. She deserves better…” I turned to look right at her, finally letting her see how upset I was. She had been so quiet ever since she finally came out of Axton’s room that I knew she
had felt my tension. “…You deserve better!”
Dallas smiled and pulled me into her arms. She wasn’t a fan of hugs, of any physical contact really, but
she held me close and stroked her hands over my hair. “Stop worrying about me, Harp. I know what I’m
doing. This is like closure. He and I are having one last crazy weekend. I’ve needed it, actually. He’s been haunting me for so long and now I can work him out of my system and leave with a smile on my face.”
I wrapped my arms around her small waist, breathing in the soothing scent of her subtle perfume. I
didn’t believe a word she was saying, but I wasn’t going to call her on it. For the moment I was going to
pretend I believed her. I was good at pretending things were okay; my childhood had made me a pro at it.
Hugging her tight for another long moment to soak up the love we shared, I finally let go. “Okay, Em.
Big green eyes were still narrowed on me, but she nodded her head after only a small hesitation and
turned around to put the Escalade in Drive.
By that afternoon I had pushed all thoughts of Dallas and Axton out of my mind. The seven of us were
having too much fun for me to let any negative thoughts affect me. We were sitting outside by the pool at
the house Shane and I had bought just a few months ago. I loved Santa Monica more than I thought I
would. We had tried to find a house in Malibu, but there hadn’t been anything available that either of us
had really liked. As soon as the realtor had shown us this four-bedroom cottage, I had been in love with it.
“We could have gone to a spa and gotten all of this done,” Emmie said as she watched Lucy put on a
second coating of sunshine-yellow polish on her toes. “That’s what we did before my wedding.”
I shook my head. “I like this better. Just us.” It was perfect in my book. Sitting beside my pool with a
glass of wine in hand while my favorite girls in the world catered to my every want and need. Dallas had
done my mani and pedi, giving me a simple white French tip on both that looked elegant. I had an
expensive mud mask on my face to make my skin glow come morning, and we were gorging on takeout
food to the point I was sure my wedding dress wasn’t going to go over my hips. Perfect…
I missed Shane.
It was irrational, since I had just seen him a few hours ago. I would see him in less than twenty-four
hours, and walk down the aisle to him and become his wife. Still, my heart ached to have him holding me