But, as one, we all rose from our positions.
I knew, however, I was the only one who did it nervously.
Good-bye hugs were swift and out on the deck.
By the time we all piled into the kitchen, Axl was also coming into the kitchen.
I might have stared at him like a deer caught in headlights (actually, I was pretty sure I stared at him like a deer caught in headlights).
Axl was staring at me like he really wanted to say something, but whatever it was, he couldn’t do it in company.
“We gotta bounce,” Mag said into our staring contest, going to Axl and doing the bro hug of hands clasped before them, chest bump, back thump, release.
Evie went in for a regular hug.
When they cleared away, Axl looked to me, and like we had a mind meld, we both moved to each other, then moved together behind Evie and Mag to follow them to the front door.
And Axl took my hand as we did.
We stood at the front door, calling good-byes, Mag saying we’d get together, and he’d do his grilled pizza (grilled pizza?).
Then they were gone, the front door was closed, and Axl and I were standing at it, still holding hands, and staring at each other again.
As usual, he got there before me.
“I need to apologize for busting in on your time with Mac and the girls,” he said. “That was uncool. And I’m sorry. Though, honey, I gotta say, I’m not gonna apologize for being insanely pissed about that shit regarding your dad. We need to talk this through, but now, I gotta reiterate something I didn’t leave any real doubt about earlier. I got a serious problem with you going to see your father without me. At least until he gets, from me, that you now have a man in your life that won’t tolerate him being a dick to you.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
Yup.
It came right out just like that.
And I knew it wasn’t a figment of my imagination, me thinking it and not saying it (like should have happened) when his head cocked sharply to the side.
Damn!
“What?” he asked.
“Uh …” I answered.
His hand in mine got tighter and he started moving, and since I was connected to him, I started moving too, him going forward, me going back.
“Say that again,” he ordered.
“It’s just that, um …I really like kissing you,” I said.
He shifted us so we’d round the armchairs.
And our destination was clear.
Oh man.
“That wasn’t what you said,” he noted.
“Well, uh … you, and, um …me, that is—”
I didn’t finish that, not that I really started it. He gave my arm a jerk, I slammed into his body, his other hand tangled in my hair and his face was in mine.
“You need me to fuck you, baby?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
Okay, there it was.
Out there.
I thought he’d kiss me.
He didn’t kiss me.
He let me go and disappeared because he bent to put a shoulder in my belly and then I was up.
In a fireman’s hold.
There were no flutters or tingles with that.
It was all spasms, and these were concentrated in one place.
“Axl,” I said to his superior ass.
Okay, it was more like I panted his name.
He was tall, his strides wide, so I wasn’t on his shoulder for long before I was on my back on his bed.
And he was on me.
But he again didn’t kiss me.
He framed my face with his hands and stared down at me.
“Axl.”
That time, it was a plea.
Only then did he kiss me.
Me on his bed, with him, this going somewhere, finally, I might not have reached for second base right off the bat.
But while his tongue plundered my mouth, my body responded (wildly), and I tugged hard at his tee.
He shoved up to his knees, straddling me, and whoosh, the tee was gone and there was his chest.
God, I’d missed his chest.
I started to push up to touch it, but he came down, rolled us, then we were up again, both of us, with me straddling him, and whoosh again, my tee was gone.
He was staring at me straddling him in my bra and a noise like a low purr hummed from his chest.
Good freaking God.
Hot.
Hearing that sound, instantly, feelings neither of us let loose while we were just necking exploded all over the place.
I wanted to taste him, so I did.
His neck.
His ear.
He wanted to taste me, so he did.
He sank his teeth into the curve of my breast above my bra.
Oh yeah.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I’d barely hissed out the “s” when my bra was gone.
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hands were at my breasts.
Both of them.
God, it felt nice, their weight held in his strong, long-fingered hands.
Then my nipple was in his mouth.
He drew hard.
No spasm at that.
My sex clutched like he was already inside me.
Need.
Oh, man.
I moaned.
My other nipple was in his mouth.