Bella Jewel - Angels In Leather

“I took yours. It’s not safe to use. I put my number in here, along with Jax’s, Colt’s and Cobra’s. If you can’t get me, got to Cobra second. If you need somethin’, just text or call. Lady will take care of you, and as soon as I’ve dealt with Beast, I’ll come back and get you.”

“And then you can send me on my way,” I whisper, lifting my eyes and meeting his. “Don’t pretend that I mean anything to you Axel, just go, do what you have to do. I don’t care. I’ll be fine here, and when you’re done, I’ll leave, and you’ll never have to put up with me interfering in your life again.”

I turn and walk toward the door.

“What the fuck is this about?”

I turn, and look at him. Then I repeat his words. “She means nothing to me. I’m just making sure she doesn’t get killed, then I’m sending her on her way.”

His eyes widen, but I don’t give him the chance to say anything.

“Goodbye, Axel.”

I step inside and slam the door, not waiting around to see if he has anything to say.

I hear his bike start up a minute later, and then it disappears down the road.

And my heart breaks just a little more.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” Lady says as I walk back into the house.

I look up at her, barely registering what she’s saying. All I can think about is Axel. My heart aches, and I hate that I’ve let him get in so deep. When did I lose what I was fighting for? Lady Matilda walks over, placing a hand on my shoulder. Even with all her strange make-up, and her more-than-interesting look, she’s gentle, and I need gentle right now.

“I don’t know how I ended up here,” I say in a small, timid voice.

“Sometimes we end up where we’re meant to.”

I shake my head, and let her lead me into the living area. I sit on one of her odd colored couches, and she takes a seat across from me. “You know, Axel is a hard man, but he’s got something inside him that a lot of men don’t have. He’s got fierce loyalty to those he loves.”

“He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t even like me,” I say, staring down at my hands.

“But he does, love. He wouldn’t have ridden all the way out here to keep you safe, if he didn’t care what happened to you.”

I look up, and meet her eyes. “I appreciate what you’re doing here, Lady, I really do. But Axel and me...there’s nothing there.”

She smiles knowingly. “Love, don’t give up on those that are broken. Because when put back together, they can be the most faithful lovers, but more, they can be the best and loyal friends.”

I give her a weak smile. “So you’ve known Axel a while, then?”

She leans back against the chair, and her eyes soften again. “I have known him a solid five years. I have a soft spot for him. He’s like my own son.”

I feel my smile turn from weak to warm. She cares a lot about Axel, and I’m glad to know he has someone in his life who adores him the way she clearly does.

“So, you’re not hungry then?” she says, snapping out of her moment.

“No, thank you, though.”

“I imagine you just want to shower and rest?”

I nod, eagerly. “It’s been a long few weeks.”

“Of course. Come on up, I’ll show you to the guestroom.”

I follow her up a long, curved stairwell to a wide hall. We walk down, and stop at the second room on the right. She opens it, and I step in. It’s got pale green walls, and a bed in the middle that’s old and rustic, with dark green covers. There’s a cream rug on the wooden floor, and a small, light pine desk in the corner on the left.

“It’s very nice,” I say gratefully.

“Make yourself at home. Anything you need, just help yourself. There’s food downstairs, and I’m usually always around. The shower is down the hall to the left. I’ve put fresh towels in the cupboard for you. There’s plenty of shampoo and soaps, so please use them.”

I smile gratefully. “Thank you, Lady. I mean it.”

She walks over, pulling me in for a hug. It’s in that moment, that I’m reminded that she...is actually a he. But, that doesn’t matter, the comfort she’s giving me warms my heart. She is all woman, there’s nothing masculine about her, and that gives me a sense of comfort. She pulls back, and smiles warmly down at me. “Get some rest. Goodnight, sugar.”

“Goodnight, Lady.”

* * *

AXEL

“Another,” I growl to the bartender, and he slides me another shot.

I throw it back, slamming the shot glass down.

“Another.”

“You sure, boss?” he asks, hesitantly pouring.

“You own this joint?” I hiss.

“No, boss.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

He slides the drink over, and I shoot it back. The burn eases the aching in my chest. I hate that it aches—I fuckin’ hate that she’s gotten to me. The way she looked at me when I left, I felt like a dog. A fuckin’ no good piece-of-shit.

“How’s it going, Axel?”

I hear Miranda’s voice, and I lift my head and turn to see her slide onto the stool beside me.

“How does it look like it’s goin’?”

“Bad day, then?” she mumbles.

“Somethin’ like that.”

She’s silent a moment, and then she says, “Why don’t you go back for her, if you’re so hung up over it?”

I turn, and shoot daggers at her. “What did you say?”

She narrows her eyes, and her expression hardens. “Don’t pretend with me, Axel. I’ve been around you long enough to know what sort of shit goes down in your head. You want her, you’re just too fucking stupid to admit it. Quit being so pigheaded, and go back for her. I know she’s waiting for you.”

“You don’t know shit,” I growl, skidding the stool back. “And don’t speak to me like that in my club again, or I’ll toss you out on your ass.”

I spin, and walk out of the room. I can’t deal with these children tonight. I can’t think of anything but her.

I start walking outside, and the minute the cool night air hits my face I breathe it in, and then ruin that by lighting a cigarette. My head is spinning, and I can feel my keys jingling in my pockets. I begin walking toward my bike, knowing what I’m going to do even before it fully registers.

I get to my bike, and throw my leg over it.

Then I start it, and pull out of the parking lot of the compound. I shouldn’t be riding, I already know that, but I can’t stop myself. I need to see her. I need to feel her surrounding me. I need all of her, and I can’t deny that shit any longer.

I pick up the speed. She needs to know...she just needs to know that she’s not nothing. If that’s all I can give her, then I’ll give it with all I am.

I ride until I reach Lady Matilda’s driveway. I park the bike in the trees and get off, walking down. If she hears me pull up, I’ll never be able to get in like I need to. My boots crunch on the gravel as I move.

When I reach the old home, I peer up at the only window with the light on. I know it’s the guest room, and I know Meadow will be in there. I walk to the side of the house, and I take hold of the drain-pipe.

And I begin to climb.

I can’t sleep. It doesn’t matter what I do. I’ve tried a shower, I’ve tried to have a glass of warm milk, but nothing is working. All I can think about is Axel. Tonight he’s haunting my mind, my thoughts, and nothing I can do is going to push him out. So I’ve decided to read as much as I can, trying to take my mind off it. I’m midway through a sappy romance that has me snorting more than it has me intrigued when I hear my window rattle.

I stiffen, and fear washes up my spine.

Is someone breaking in?

My lamp is only dull now, but my eyes are locked on the window trying to see what’s outside. I should call out to Lady, but I can’t make myself move. Fear is funny like that. You know you should run, but your body refuses to acknowledge that need, and freezes.

I’m sure for the longest moment I don’t breathe, and when the window slides up, I let out a scream. I scurry off the bed, and crash into the nearby bedside table.

“Whoa, Cricket, it’s just me.”

Axel?

My heart is beating so loudly I can hardly hear anything else. I slowly lift myself off the floor to see Axel standing in front of the window. His eyes are slightly bloodshot, and I realize he’s been drinking. What the hell did he ride out here drunk this late at night for? I open my mouth, but he shakes his head. Something in his eyes tells me he doesn’t want me to speak and ruin whatever he’s come out here for. So I don’t.

He walks around the bed, and over to the door. He locks it before turning to me. I feel my body become aware of him. He looks gorgeous—not that there’s ever a time he doesn’t. His hair is messy from being in his helmet, and he’s got a good few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He’s the beautiful side of darkness. I feel my lip slip into my mouth, and I clamp down on it, feeling my body becoming anxious.

When he reaches me, he stretches his hand out, tucking a strand of dark hair behind my ear. Then he steps forward, wrapping a hand around my hip, and pulling me close.

His mouth closes over mine before I get the chance to think or protest. His lips move softly, claiming mine, bringing me to new heights. He slowly pushes us back toward the bed, and, gently, he lays me down.

I don’t understand what he’s doing, and I don’t really want to. I just want him.

I’m sick of feeling like that’s such a bad thing.

His body moves over mine, and I can smell the leather of his jacket. It’s a smell I’ve always loved, even back when my father used to wear his colors. I reach up, curl my fingers around the tough material, and I tug him closer. With a groan, he complies, and his hand runs down my thigh, lifting it up and over his hip. A whimper escapes my mouth, and he takes the chance to bite my lower lip softly.

“Axel,” I breathe. “Please.”

He slips his fingers underneath my nighty, and finds my panties. He circles around them for a minute, before slipping his hand inside and finding my damp sex. He makes an appreciative sound in his throat, before taking hold of my panties and moving off me, taking them as he goes. I lift myself up onto my elbows and watch as he rocks backward and tosses them onto the floor.

Then I watch with full female appreciation as he grips his belt buckle, and undoes it, before sliding it completely off. He undoes the top button of his jeans, and jerks them down, freeing his cock. I lick my lips. I can’t help it, he looks so fuckable like this. He wraps his hand around his length and begins stroking as he slowly moves back over me. He doesn’t take his jacket off, or even pull his jeans further down—he just slides over me like that.

It’s so brutal. So raw. So dirty.

I love it.

He takes my thigh again, and then he guides himself into my already waiting pussy. I arch into him, smothering my groan into his shoulder as he slowly fills me. I love the feeling I get as I stretch to accommodate him. It’s a feeling of pure satisfaction. He takes my hip in his hand, and he begins to thrust, slowly, driving into me just perfectly.

“Oh God, Axel,” I whimper, trying to keep as quiet as I can.

“Fuck,” he murmurs into my shoulder as he drops his head, and keeps up the steady, perfect pace.

He’s not being rough, and he’s not being gentle. He’s giving me the perfect amount of both. I reach up, and tangle my fingers into his hair, and I lift his head from my shoulder to seek out his lips. He lets me take them, and I kiss him softly, moving my lips over his, and occasionally sliding my tongue out and running it across his bottom lip. My entire body is wound up, and I know I’m ready to come, but I don’t want this moment between us to end.

“You need to come,” he rasps into my ear. “Now, darlin’.”

I squirm beneath him, trying to hold back, but it’s pointless. He’s just got me at that point. With one last thrust, I come. My teeth close down on his shoulder to smother my moans, and I hear his almost pained growl as his body stiffens. I prepare myself for the moment where he’ll pull out and find his release in my mouth, but he doesn’t stop thrusting.

His entire body is stiff, and his eyes are tightly shut, like it pains him to keep going, like it’s going against everything he’s ever known. He thrusts his hips harder, and our skin slaps together. I don’t know what to do. My heart aches for him. I reach up, and I cup his cheek. This seems to soothe him just slightly, and his thrusting becomes a little less desperate.