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Six Years Later

Brooke

The heavy scent of oil and gasoline hits me as I step through the open garage door, a familiar scent that brings a smile to my face.

My husband is hunched over the engine of an old Ford Mustang, his brow furrowed in concentration as he fiddles with a wrench.

My eyes leave him and drop to our five-year-old son, Kane, perched on a toolbox.

His small hand is gripping a toy bike, its plastic wheels spinning wildly as he pushes it across the concrete floor.

A beautiful terrier, a present from my best friend Scarlett to my son on his fifth birthday, runs around the room, chasing after a squeaky toy, tail wagging furiously with excitement, and all I can think is…

Home.

Everyone in this room is my home, and I never imagined that we’d be here.

That my ring finger would shine with a wedding band tying me to the only man I have ever loved.

The only man I will ever love. Six years ago, it felt like an impossible dream, a teen’s wishful thinking, but it’s reality now.

I don’t just get to be with the love of my life.

No, I married him. We had a son. Built a home together.

It's all so perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better man. A better family. A better… home .

My lips stretch wider in a smile as Kane leans forward, his eyes on the toy bike as he drives it across the floor.

Seemingly so engrossed that he doesn’t even notice my presence, and I’m still watching him when he pushes the bike with all his might, then releases it to fly past me, dangerously close to my toes before it crashes against the wall and shatters into pieces. I gasp at the impact.

“Mom!” comes right before a surprised, “Honey, are you okay?”

“Better than that bike,” I say with a laugh, walking deeper into the room.

I pat my son’s hair before leaning in and kissing his forehead.

Then I turn to my husband and brush my lips over his, allowing myself to linger, but only for a few seconds before pushing back.

It’s so hard being close to this man—especially when he’s shirtless and dirty—and having to stop myself from jumping him.

Axel shirtless, in jeans that ride low enough to reveal that perfect V-line that disappears into his waistband is a devastating sight.

“You’re early,” he says, his deep voice sending heat climbing up my body so I move away from him before I do something stupid like lick the sweat off his chest. Shit, I need to get a hold of myself.

Surely after six years of marriage, I shouldn’t be this shamelessly horny and desperate, but my husband brings out the worst in me.

Just being close to him is enough to have my sex pulsing with need.

Focus, Brooke.

“I promised you I would be back early,” I say, picking up Kane’s toys and throwing them into a basket just so I have something to do. “I had a lot of work at the office, but I promised to be back in time to make it to the cookout. You know I would never miss that.”

I don’t make it a habit to work on weekends.

No, those are set aside for my family, but I’ve been trying to wrap up an important project before we leave for vacation to celebrate our anniversary.

I don’t want work hanging over my head the whole time.

Despite having my dream job at a large marketing firm in the city, I’ve never allowed it to get in the way of family time.

Whether it’s our small family of three or the bigger one full of rough bikers.

“I, for one, I’m glad you made it,” Axel says, running his eyes over my body. “Have I told you how good you look in a business casual?”

“You have, a million times,” I say, watching his gaze heat, and I have to remind myself that we’re not alone, so I turn to our son. “Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you head inside and put away your toys. Aunt Jade said that she got the supplies to make S’mores.”

The boy nods eagerly, and rushes with his basket of toys up the stairs to our apartment, followed closely by his ever-loyal dog.

We watch them both disappear inside and hear the click of the door.

Alone at last, I turn to my husband, grinning when I find his heated eyes tracking me.

“Our kid is lonely,” my husband says, reaching out and taking my hand before drawing me to him.

“Why don’t we make him a sibling. Maybe sister to play with. ”

“Are you speaking for Kane or yourself? Because I have it on good authority that he has a half-dozen playmates running around the clubhouse at any given time. The next generation of Rebels already nearly outnumbers the first.”

“A daughter for me to dote on then.”

I gasp when he spins me around so my back is against the Mustang.

My clothes are going to get stained, but I find that I don’t care.

When this man is close and those brown eyes are on mine, I find that little else matters.

It’s almost like he cast a spell on me the moment we met.

I didn’t realize it until I was a teenager, but I’ve loved Axel in some form or another my entire life.

With his protective demeanor, good looks, and body of a Greek god, who wouldn’t be?

With our eyes locked, I take his hand and bring it to my breast. Moaning when he rubs my nipple, causing it to pebble.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m off the pills,” I say, bushing my lips over his bristled jaw and trailing them up before sinking my teeth gently into his earlobe.

“I don’t see what’s stopping us from making a baby now. ”

“Nothing,” he growls, his hand sliding up my leg, pushing my skirt up in the process.

My knees instinctively open for him, thighs parting for his hand.

“Absolutely nothing is stopping me from breeding you like a beast and planting another baby in your womb.” He slides a finger under the waistband of my panties and tugs them down to my knees, then letting them drop to my ankles, leaving me bare for him.

I bite back a moan when his fingertips trail back up my thighs, gasping when one slides between my damp feminine lips.

“God, you never fail to amaze at how fast you’re ready for me.

One touch, and you’re already leaking all over my finger. ”

I flush at his words. “Axel—”

“I love it,” he rasps, brushing his lips over mine. “I love that I make you react this way. That after six years of marriage, you still want me with the same desperation I feel for you.”

“I’ll always want you,” I say, reminding him of our wedding vows.

I’ve never wanted anyone before Axel and have never met anyone that could live up to the man he is.

“You have and will always be it for me… Oh!” My lips part on a cry when he slides his thick digit into my sex.

His breathing turns heavy too as he starts thrusting in and out of me, stroking my clit with his thumb as he fucks me with his finger.

“Want to feel you inside of me, baby. Fast before we’re interrupted. ”

“Fuck,” he curses when he realizes that it could happen, withdrawing his finger to undo his pants, tugging down his zipper before shoving them away.

My leg is on his hooked around his waist in record time, and we both groan when he enters me.

“Aah! Fuck, baby. Your pussy is a dream!” He exhales roughly, his thick shaft stretching and pulsing inside of me.

There is a fierce throb between my legs that begs for relief.

I scrape my fingernails down his shoulders as I attempt to get my bearings, too stimulated by the feel of the man I love above all inside of me.

“So fucking tight and wet. I can’t get enough of you. I never will.”

“I love you,” I say, my heart full. A part of me is still scared that this is just a dream and I’ll wake up alone in my old apartment, but sharp slap to my ass jolts me back to the present, and I realize that this is reality.

“Stay with me, baby. I’m so fucking close,” Axel says.

His blunt fingers dig into my ass as his throbbing manhood moves inside of me, filling me. Stretching me. Pleasuring me.

“I love you,” he says raggedly, flattening me against the hood of the car as his hips slap against mine in fevered pitch.

Fire blooms in my abdomen before slowly spreading to the rest of my body.

Axel cradles my thigh as he thrusts his shaft into my wet sex, his pumps furious as he takes me, and I have to bite hard on my lip to stop myself from crying out and calling attention to us.

At least I try to be quiet, but it’s hard to control the noises coming out of me.

“Yes, oh God, yes!” I cry into his chest, trying to muffle the sounds as he hammers into me ruthlessly. It borderline brutal, and I love every second of it.

“You like that, don’t you? Taking your husbands cock where anyone could walk in and spot you whining and writhing on my dick?”

My eyes shoot to the doorway, and sure enough, it’s still slightly open.

God, if someone decided to stop by the garage, they would be treated to quite the sight.

In a sick twist, the thought of being caught sends a thrill rushing through me, and my sex pulses wildly at the idea of someone seeing Axel claim me like this.

It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but my reaction is obvious in the way I tighten around his shaft.

“Yeah, you like that,” he growls, his cock pistoning furiously into my sex and rubbing my clit with the base of his thickness. “My horny little wife like’s the thought of people watching her take her husband’s big dick in her tight little pussy.”

My tummy seizes, and white spots burst in my eyes before it all crashes down with a scream.

I bury my face in his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin to curb the cry as he ruts me furiously.

I claw his back, no doubt breaking his skin from the intensity of my climax.

My legs buck as pleasure traps me in its grip, punishing me with one vicious tremor after the other.

I whimper as the intensity begins to recede, clinging on to him as he fucks me through it, my sex clenching and releasing around his shaft.

“I’m coming,” he growls, and it takes three more strokes before my husband stills on top of me, his muscles taut before he releases with a curse.

“Fuuuck!” He’s an animal, feral as he slams hard into me, and I feel the warmth of his release, his grunts are hoarse as I clench my sex around him, milking him of every drop before he goes lax against me, the sound of our heavy breathing the only one in the room.

I stroke his back as we catch our breaths. “Do you think it worked?” Axel asks after a moment.

“I don’t know,” I answer, dipping my hand into his hair and brushing it back, “We’ll have to wait and see, but in the meantime we’ll just have to keep trying until we’re successful in giving Kane a little brother or sister to play with.”

He shifts his head to the side to kiss my shoulder. “I’m not opposed to that.”

“We’ll do it every morning and every night…”

I stop when he pulls back with a smirk on his face. “Don’t get me excited. We have a cookout to get to,” he says with a smile that brings on my own.

“Tonight then,” I say, pulling him back into the embrace.

We have to get cleaned up and ready for the cookout, and no doubt our son has gotten into something with how quiet he’s been upstairs, but that can wait a moment longer, I decide, soaking in Axel’s warmth.

A deep satisfaction settles inside of me, and I realize this is exactly the life I always dreamed about having with Axel.

I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

~The End