Page 11 of Axel (Riders of Retribution #1)

Six Years Later

Hazel

Since getting together with Axel, I’ve had no shortage of excitement in my life, but it’s definitely far less dangerous.

We got married less than a year after meeting.

I was already four months pregnant with our first child, a cute little boy who makes sure our lives are never dull.

After a short honeymoon, I went down to part-time hours in the oncology unit.

I’m still helping people, though. My job now consists of patching up members of the Riders of Retribution when they need it.

Oh, and patching up both of our boys, because less than two years after our first child was born, I gave birth to another baby boy.

They’re both extremely active, so I end up cleaning lots of scrapes and using the healing power of mom kisses.

“All better,” I say to our oldest, Nathan. He fell playing with the other members’ kids at the family gathering that takes place at the clubhouse once a month. He’s tough, but knows that I want any wounds cleaned.

“Can I play now?” Nathan asks.

“You sure can, bud,” Axel says from the doorway. “Just be safe. You don’t want to overwork mommy.”

“Right!” he says, before bouncing off the table in my makeshift infirmary and running past Axel to get back to his friends.

“I’m glad you’re free,” Axel tells me, closing and locking the door once Nathan’s gone. “I need you to look at something.”

“That old gunshot wound giving you problems again?” I say, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“It is,” he confirms.

“Well, take your pants off and get on the table so I can examine you,” I say with a smirk.

He does as he’s told, taking his underwear off along with them. I’m not surprised to see that he’s already half-hard. No matter how many times we do this, it excites both of us every time.

When he’s on my table, I make a show of examining the scar. It’s round and flat against his skin, faded as far as it’s going to get – a permanent mark on his body immortalizing the day we met. With each touch of my fingertips to his skin, he gets harder and harder.

“It looks okay,” I say after a moment, taking hold of his cock and stroking it as it fattens up completely within my grasp. “I just need to check one more thing, though.”

With that, I lean forward, taking as much of him as I can in my mouth. Above me, Axel swears, threading his fingers through my hair as he says, “Angel, your fucking mouth.”

I hum around him, pleased that I can pull this kind of reaction out of him. In the years that we’ve been together, I’ve learned how to bring him to the edge quickly. And I do just that.

Axel’s hips press up into my mouth, and I taste precum. A smirk appears on my face as I keep going. I’m sure he thinks he’s going to cum from this, but I have other plans. He should know by now that I get my own way every time.

I feel the familiar tells of his orgasm approaching. His breath comes in shallow puffs, and his fingers start to tighten in my blonde locks. When I feel the telltale twitch of his cock in my mouth, I pull away, reveling in the throaty whine I get in response.

“Angel,” he says, his hips humping the air in search of the stimulation I just deprived him of.

“I know exactly what you need for your leg,” I say, standing up and staying in character. I hook my hands in my waistband, pulling my pants down and exposing my ass. “You’ll need to fuck me.”

“Gladly,” he growls, standing up and taking hold of my hips.

He bends me over the table, wasting no time in burying his fat cock inside of me. I whimper at the sensation. He easily nails my sweet spot on the first try, and my legs nearly buckle from ecstasy.

He sets a relentless pace. While some of his urgency is certainly from the fact that I could be needed outside at any moment, I know that most of it is from my admittedly diabolical teasing. He’s chasing the orgasm I cruelly denied him. And that thought turns me on.

“Fuck, Hazel,” he curses as he brings a hand to my clit to stimulate me in time with the thrusts of his hips. “You don’t have any fucking idea how wild you make me.”

“I–” I gasp, gripping onto the table tightly as my own climax starts to build. “I think I have an idea.”

He chuckles as his hips start to stutter. He’s close, about to spill his seed deep inside me. I want it. Badly. So badly that I start babbling before I can stop myself.

“Cum inside me, Axel,” I whimper, my pussy contracting around his length. “I want it. Please.”

“Shit,” he growls, plunging deep inside me. His hips buck forward once last time while his fingers play with my clit.

As he fills me up with his load, my own orgasm takes hold of me. I cum with a gasp of his name, my hips rocking against his, giving myself a bit more friction as I ride the wave out. I’m so full with his cock and his semen that I feel like I could burst in the best way.

When he finally pulls out, I all but collapse onto the table. He chuckles, pulling my pants up from where they’ve pooled around my ankles and kissing the side of my head. His presence goes away for a moment as he puts his pants back on, then he’s back, helping me upright.

“You need another minute to recover?” he asks with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“No, I’m okay,” I say, stretching my arms above my head and adjusting my own clothes. “We should probably get out there before they wonder where we are.”

Axel snorts, resting his hand on the small of my back. He leads me to the door saying, “There are so many goddamn people at this cookout, I doubt anyone even noticed we were gone. And if they did, they know I love you so much that it’s physically impossible for me to keep my hands off of you.”

I laugh and shake my head saying, “You’re right. And I love you, too. Madly.”

He stops me, one hand on the handle, to pull me into a searing kiss.“You’re damn right you do.”