Saving Axe (Motorcycle Club Romance, Cowboy, Military) (Inferno Motorcycle Club) by Sabrina Paige Page B
Authors: Sabrina Paige
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using the room.”
“We’re busy!”
“I said, get out. And wake him up.” The man roused, shaking his head and mumbling incoherently. “Tank!” I yelled, loud enough for him to hear. “Get the fuck out of here. I need the room.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, tucking his cock back inside his pants an d stumbling out with the girls.
Sam wasted no time helping me out of my clothes , and I pushed her up against the wall, forcefully, probably too forcefully. I didn't give a shit if I bruised her or not. Sliding my hand under her shirt, I felt her nipple harden to my touch, and she moaned. I reached into my back pocket for a condom, pausing from kissing her long enough to roll it onto my length before returning my attention to her. She yanked her jeans down over her hips.
Gripping the back of her legs, I lifted her up against the wall, plunging myself into her, my thrusts hard and fierce. She kissed me hungrily, pulling my head against her. I fucked her, not caring if she came or not. It was solely about my own pleasure. Sam liked it rough; she got off on it. When she came, she screamed into my ear, digging her fingernails into my neck. I came right after her, nearly collapsing into her. We stood there for a minute, her legs around my waist.
Sam leaned her head back against the wall, sighing. "Damn, Axe. That was good. You've been holding out on me."
When I let go of her legs, her feet hit the ground, the clank of her heels against the floor loud in the room. I straightened myself, tossing the condom in a nearby trash can. "Maybe if you stopped being so fucking crazy."
"Aw, Axe," she said, buttoning her pa nts as she sauntered up to me. I didn't know why I did this to myself, hooking up with her. I couldn't stand her. "Why do you have to be so mean, baby?"
"Why do you have to be such a crazy bitch?"
"What do you mean, baby?"
"Crazy, like, throwing a fucking ashtray at my head. Calling me a million times in a row. Shit, you forget you tried to stab me?"
"Axe, that was days ago," she said. "Ancient history. Anyway." Her voice trailed off as she rummaged through her purse. "You want to do a line?"
I sighed when I saw what she was offering. "I don't want to do it anymore. It's too much. And you promised you would stop doing that shit. You've got a kid, for fuck's sake."
She laughed. "You're not my father, Cade. Don't be an asshole."
"Why don't you go home? Is Tyler with the babysitter?" I watched as she bent over the table and came up, holding her nostril.
"Why don't you fuck off? He doesn't need a babysitter. He’s asleep."
“What the fuck are you talking about, Sam?” I asked , grabbing her by the arm, my fingers leaving red welts. “You left that fucking kid home alone? What, are you some kind of psycho?”
“He’ll be fin e,” she said, rubbing her nose.
“No fucking way,” I said. “Fuck.” I pushed past her on the way out the door, sliding open my cell phone and dialing Mad Dog's Old Lady. She'd take care of this. “Kate? Sorry it’s so late. Yeah, you too. Need you to do me a favor. You remember Sam? I know, I know, I don’t need a lecture. Need you to run over to her house and keep an eye on her kid. She’s all fucked up.”
~ ~ ~
Present Day
I shook off the memory. Sam had been a low point in my life. Fuck, there was a lot of time in the club that had been a low point. The entire last year had been one giant valley. But that night, with Sam at the clubhouse fucking me and doing coke while her kid slept at home alone? At least that was the last straw, the thing that made get the hell away from her toxic ass.
It didn't get me away from the club though, or out of the bottle. I'd sunk into those as far as I could.
Until now. Until June.
June
Snuggling up under the duvet in my bed, I stretched out, luxuriating in the fact that I didn't have to get up,
“We’re busy!”
“I said, get out. And wake him up.” The man roused, shaking his head and mumbling incoherently. “Tank!” I yelled, loud enough for him to hear. “Get the fuck out of here. I need the room.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, tucking his cock back inside his pants an d stumbling out with the girls.
Sam wasted no time helping me out of my clothes , and I pushed her up against the wall, forcefully, probably too forcefully. I didn't give a shit if I bruised her or not. Sliding my hand under her shirt, I felt her nipple harden to my touch, and she moaned. I reached into my back pocket for a condom, pausing from kissing her long enough to roll it onto my length before returning my attention to her. She yanked her jeans down over her hips.
Gripping the back of her legs, I lifted her up against the wall, plunging myself into her, my thrusts hard and fierce. She kissed me hungrily, pulling my head against her. I fucked her, not caring if she came or not. It was solely about my own pleasure. Sam liked it rough; she got off on it. When she came, she screamed into my ear, digging her fingernails into my neck. I came right after her, nearly collapsing into her. We stood there for a minute, her legs around my waist.
Sam leaned her head back against the wall, sighing. "Damn, Axe. That was good. You've been holding out on me."
When I let go of her legs, her feet hit the ground, the clank of her heels against the floor loud in the room. I straightened myself, tossing the condom in a nearby trash can. "Maybe if you stopped being so fucking crazy."
"Aw, Axe," she said, buttoning her pa nts as she sauntered up to me. I didn't know why I did this to myself, hooking up with her. I couldn't stand her. "Why do you have to be so mean, baby?"
"Why do you have to be such a crazy bitch?"
"What do you mean, baby?"
"Crazy, like, throwing a fucking ashtray at my head. Calling me a million times in a row. Shit, you forget you tried to stab me?"
"Axe, that was days ago," she said. "Ancient history. Anyway." Her voice trailed off as she rummaged through her purse. "You want to do a line?"
I sighed when I saw what she was offering. "I don't want to do it anymore. It's too much. And you promised you would stop doing that shit. You've got a kid, for fuck's sake."
She laughed. "You're not my father, Cade. Don't be an asshole."
"Why don't you go home? Is Tyler with the babysitter?" I watched as she bent over the table and came up, holding her nostril.
"Why don't you fuck off? He doesn't need a babysitter. He’s asleep."
“What the fuck are you talking about, Sam?” I asked , grabbing her by the arm, my fingers leaving red welts. “You left that fucking kid home alone? What, are you some kind of psycho?”
“He’ll be fin e,” she said, rubbing her nose.
“No fucking way,” I said. “Fuck.” I pushed past her on the way out the door, sliding open my cell phone and dialing Mad Dog's Old Lady. She'd take care of this. “Kate? Sorry it’s so late. Yeah, you too. Need you to do me a favor. You remember Sam? I know, I know, I don’t need a lecture. Need you to run over to her house and keep an eye on her kid. She’s all fucked up.”
~ ~ ~
Present Day
I shook off the memory. Sam had been a low point in my life. Fuck, there was a lot of time in the club that had been a low point. The entire last year had been one giant valley. But that night, with Sam at the clubhouse fucking me and doing coke while her kid slept at home alone? At least that was the last straw, the thing that made get the hell away from her toxic ass.
It didn't get me away from the club though, or out of the bottle. I'd sunk into those as far as I could.
Until now. Until June.
June
Snuggling up under the duvet in my bed, I stretched out, luxuriating in the fact that I didn't have to get up,
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