Page 126 of The Saviors: Part One

“Yeah,” Cole chuckles. “Les is fucking awesome, and so are her guys.”

“That is badass,” Chelsea laughs. “And Gray is in a relationship kind of like ours?”

Sean shrugs. “Yeah. You remember me telling you about Ghost?” She nods. “Les, Evie, and Bridget all have the same relationships. You’ll meet all of them when you go.”

“I mean, I’d love to go if you really want me to.” She aims that at me, and I smile.

“I want you to meet the rest of my family. Thegoodside.”

Our eyes stayed locked together, and I can feel the chemistry we’d always had building between us again. Her cheeks darken, and her lips slightly part, and I know she’s feeling the same thing. I want to kiss her so fucking bad, but I don’t want to rush her. I reluctantly look away before I jerk her mouth to mine. “I need some air,” I say gruffly.

I get up and leave the office, heading for the patio. “Axel?” Chelsea’s soft voice stops me in my tracks. “What just happened?”

I fix my face and turn around with what I hope is a genuine smile. “Nothing. I just needed to step outside.”

“Bullshit.” She starts walking toward me, and I have the insane notion that I need to back up. “What really happened?”

“I don’t think you’re ready for this conversation, Cupcake.”

She props her hands on those thick hips. “Try me.” A challenge is written all over her face. She always could read me like a book, and this is no different.

Here goes nothing. “Fine. I want to kiss you so fucking bad. I want to kiss you for so long that you don’t know where you begin and I end.” I take a couple of steps toward her, and she doesn’t back away. “I want to feel your body pressed against mine.” A couple more steps. “I want to hear that noise you make in the back of your throat when Sean or Kai kisses you.” I stop when I’m standing right in front of her. Her chest is heaving with each breath, and her blush has spread to that hint of cleavage I can see. “I want to get lost in those curves and forget all the bad shit that’s ever happened to us.”

One second she’s staring at me, and the next, her lips are on mine. I don’t even know who moved first and don’t give a fuck. All I care about is her mouth on mine. I reach down and hook my hands on the back of her thighs, lifting her so her legs go around my waist. I press her against the wall so I can have my hands. I slide them through her hair and down the sides of her face. I let the back of my hand run down the sides of her breasts, and she makes that delicious noise, grinding her pussy against my cock.Holy fucking shit. Stroking her tongue with mine, I sink my hands into her hips and move her faster against me. She moans into the kiss, her arms tightening around my neck. Everything I’ve wanted is literally at my fingertips. It still feels like something is missing, though. As soon as I think about it, I know what it is.

I pull away from the kiss and start kissing her neck. “What do you want, Cupcake? This is your show.”

She swallows but moves her head to give me better access. “I want you to take me upstairs.”

“And?” I prompt.

“With Cole,” she whispers, reading my mind. “I feel like that’s how it always should have been.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.

I peck her lips and set her feet on the floor. “Go upstairs, and I’ll get Cole.”

She nods and makes her way to her room. I’m also giving her a chance to change her mind because I don’t want her to agree in the heat of the moment. I take a second to get my shit together and slip back into the office. Sean has a shit eating grin on his face, so I know he’s already figured it out.

I clear my throat. “I think it’s time we have this conversation,” I tell Sean.

“What conversation?” Nolan asks. Sean lays it all out there like he did in the truck, but this time involving Nolan. “You want me to be a part of this?”

“Yes, Naughty boy,” I answer. “But it’s your decision.”

“She doesn’t even see me like that.”

“Can I talk to you in the hall for a second?” He follows me back into the hallway and leans against the wall.

“It’s fine, Axel. I knew that I was just holding her place.”Wait. What?

“Naughty boy,” I sigh, bracing my hands beside his head. “You weren’t holding her place. This involves all of us. If you aren’t comfortable with this, then that’s that. I walk away.”

“What?” he asks in surprise. “But you’ve—”

“Always wanted her? Yeah, I have. But I have you now. I’d never do anything to jeopardize that. If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”