Page 153 of Pretty Broken Wings

Axel’s smiling wider than I’ve seen him smile before. It’s a crazy smile, and I know he has to be getting water in his mouth.

I hold him there till his body jerks, and then I let him go. Immediately, he drops his head to my face, and suddenly, a warm wash of water floods my mouth. I hack, but Axel chases me, warm lips sealing against mine. I breathe through my nose, then bite Axel’s lip. Hard.

He yanks away, hissing.

I grin at him.

“Fuck,” Axel licks his lip. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever touched.” Then he’s pumping into me again. Harder, but he keeps his hand on my clit, rolling and pinching and pulling. He’s good at it, working me up into a frenzy despite my trying not to come.

But finally, I can’t hold it back anymore, and I come. I explode all over his dick, pulsing in rhythmic ecstasy. The feeling rushes through my body as Axel laughs into my neck, muttering mocking things. Then he works me up again and again and again. Finally, he comes too, burying himself in my pussy and pinning me to the shower wall. He bites my neck and kisses it. He kisses all up my neck, then back down.

While I’m coming down, he pulls out of me, washing me off, turning the water off, and wrapping me in a towel. After both sessions, it’s all I can do but lean into him, relying on him to keep me up. Carefully, I put the knife on the counter so I don’t cut either of us. Axel holds me, carefully guiding me out of the shower and to the bedroom.

He hesitates when he lays me down on the bed, then lifts my hand to his mouth. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he just opens his mouth and gently nips at my fingers. Then, he leaves the room.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

Sharing Raven is going to take some getting used to. After so many years of competing with Axel, it feels strange to get back to the way things used to be. Where we were best friends and worked together, no matter what it was. There were times I’d do Axel’s homework, and he’d introduce me to all his new friends at school, insisting I come along even if I didn’t want to.

Jealousy still creeps in, tightening my stomach. What if she decides she doesn’t like me? What if she likes Axel better?

I pace back and forth in the kitchen.

I should go in there right now. Watch them fuck. Make sure she remembers I’m still a part of this.

But then I hold myself back. If Raven decides she doesn’t like me, then that’s on her. If Axel’s gonna get in the way of her wanting me, maybe it wasn’t meant to be between us anyway.

My chest hurts at that thought.

No. That’s not gonna happen. But if it does, I’d rather her be with Axel than some stranger anyway. Selfishly, I’ll still get to see her.

Unless Axel goes to prison. For murder.

I keep pacing.

I should go in there.

No! Fuck.

I need to put all this energy somewhere.

I can’t believe Axel killed Max. Fuck, this has to be some joke, right? Could Axel kill someone? I think about the dead look I see in his eyes, especially around Halloween. Now I realize why that’s there.

Rich.

A flood of rage fills my system, and I clench and unclench my hands. If Axel thought Max had to die, I trust him.

But I don’t trust his ability to stay out of trouble. I need the details. All of them.

Is Rich next?

My stomach clenches, not because I care about Rich, but because my brother is rash. Impulsive. And you know what two things don’t go well with getting away with murder? Rash and impulsive.

I pace around back and forth back and forth.

I could do it.

I stop, staring at the sink I’ve already cleaned three times since Axel went to be with Raven.