Page 83 of The Saviors: Part One

He called when he got back to his truck and told me that it didn’t look good and to be ready for anything. When he got home, I almost passed the fuck out. He still had the knife sticking out of his thigh, and blood was pouring from the bottom of his pants. He was just pissed that I was going to have to cut up his cargo pants so he could see how bad it was.

It was deep, but Axel said it didn’t hit anything major. He pulled it out, and I applied pressure. I’ve never seen somebody turn so damn pale so fast. We finally got the bleeding to stop, but his ass wouldn’t let me call anybody.

“Nolan,” Axel’s sleepy voice snaps me out of my pacing. I look over at his bed, and he has one eye cracked open, staring at me. “Will you please sit down?”

“No. I’m going to say something only because, with your current state, I think I can outrun you. Going alone was stupid.” He props himself up on an elbow. “You risked yourself, and for what? To take some weapons, he may or may not be planning to use against us? And then, if that weren’t enough, you wouldn’t let me call anyone when you come walking into the house with a fucking butcher knife sticking out of your thigh. I’m not equipped for this shit, Axel. I’m a computer geek, not a goddamn doctor.”

“Are you done?”

“No, I’m not done! What was that yesterday? To prove you were the biggest and the baddest? We fucking know, okay? Can we cool it with the superhero shit?” He narrows his eyes, and I have the urge to run from the room, but I stand my ground and meet his stare head on.

He pats the side of the bed. “Come sit down.” I shake my head like crazy. I’m not stupid. “Nolan, come here. Please.” I walk cautiously to the bed, and he reaches up, pulling me beside him. He flips the sheet up, pulls me against him, throws it back over us, and I can feel my anger draining out of me.Why does he have to be so sexy?“I’m sorry I scared you, okay? But it wasn’t something I could let go of just because I don’t have a team.”

“You do have a team,” I argue. “If you would quit being an asshole, that is.”

He pulls me even closer, and that’s when I remember Axel sleeps naked. His cock touches my thigh, and I shudder from head to toe. “Do you really think I’m an asshole?”

“We’ve been over this. Yes, I do. But not in the way you have been with them lately.”

Axel rolls over and throws an arm over his eyes. “I fucked up. I know that.”

“Then why can’t you just tell them that?”

“Because it’s admitting a weakness.”

“That is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” I scramble out of bed when he lunges for me. “This is your team. They trust you to lead them. We’re freaking human, Axel. We make mistakes. It’s up to you to fix them. You are going to fix them. Right?”

“When did you become so damn mouthy?”

I ignore him. “Right?”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Call them. Pick up the cool invention called the cell phone and call them.”

“Have you ever been spanked before, Naughty boy?”

Damn, if that didn’t put that thought right in my head. I shake it off. He’s not distracting me now. I’m on a mission to get this family back together. “Stop it. Call them.”

“Fuck,” Axel grouches, slings the sheet off, and slides to sit on the edge of the bed. “Can I at least have coffee and breakfast first?”

“It’s waiting downstairs if you ever get your sorry ass out of bed.” He stands up, and I haul ass down the stairs laughing like hell. I know I’m pushing my luck, but sarcasm seems to be the only thing that gets through his head.

Now that I had Axel on board, I message Sean. He’s going to be the next one that’s going to be hard to convince. I busy myself getting the food onto plates, waiting on Axel to come downstairs. I turn around, and he’s standing behind me.

“Jesus—” My next words are cut off by his mouth sealing over mine. He backs me up until my ass hits the counter. Easy as fuck, he lifts at my waist and sits me on it, stepping between my thighs. I jerk my mouth away. “Your breakfast is going to get cold.”

He starts kissing down my neck. “You’re the breakfast.”Shit. I’ve finally pushed him far enough, and I don’t know whether to scream with joy or run the fuck away. I rub my hands down his naked back straight to his hips above the low slung ball shorts. He groans and sucks at the pulse point jumping in my neck. “I want to eat you alive. Tell me. Are you hard for me right now?”

Duh.“Yes.”

He takes my hand and wraps it around his cock through his shorts. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me. My question is, what do you plan on doing about it?”

“Is that a trick question?” I pant. I can’t concentrate with his lips moving on my neck.

He chuckles. “Maybe. Tell me, and we’ll see what happens.” Flirting with Axel is like playing with fire. He’s no longer holding back, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. This is what I wanted, so why the hell am I not reaching out and taking it? “If this isn’t what you want, tell me now because I’m seconds away from dragging your ass upstairs.”

I swallow down the nerves. “Do it.”