Page 40 of Wild Card (Foster Bro Code #2)

Axel

Dalton drove to Ball Breakers so I could pick up my El Camino, and then we continued on to the junkyard. The entire way, my heart beat an unsteady rhythm, underscoring the line repeating in my head: He didn’t leave me .

Somehow, that was more powerful than his confession of love. Maybe because I’d heard those words from people who’d left. Maybe because actions spoke louder than words.

Whatever the reason, he was here. For me. Even though I’d fucked up royally.

Dalton Harvey really was a man of his word.

I parked just outside the junkyard and got out to open the gate. Once it opened, the dogs came running.

Dalton joined me, smiling as Loki jumped up and got muddy prints on his pants.

“Loki!” I scolded. “He’s the sheriff now. You can’t be assaulting him with your dirty mitts.”

Dalton chuckled and patted Loki’s head. “It’s okay. My pants are brown. Besides, I already made my first major arrest as sheriff. I think I deserve the evening off.”

I turned to him, surprised. “You must have a million things to do.”

“I do,” he said, taking my face between his hands and drawing me into a long, sweet kiss. “You’re at the top of the list.”

My heart fluttered. “Yeah? Let me distract the dogs. Meet you inside?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

I put out some new food—even though the monsters didn’t need it—and then snuck into the RV and shut the door in a sad-looking Sugar’s face. But she’d rather be out there for what came next, anyway.

Dalton came up behind me before I could even turn from the door and swept my hair to one side. His lips brushed the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I missed you these last couple of nights,” he murmured, hands sliding inside my leather jacket.

“Me too,” I admitted. “Was worried…”

“About what, darlin’?”

It was easier to say it without looking at him, with his arms wrapped around me and his fingers stroking just under the hem of my T-shirt.

“With you running for sheriff, and me being me…I was worried I’d ruin things for you, and maybe you’d need to leave to?—”

“Never,” he whispered emphatically into my ear. “I’ll be sheriff because it’s what this town needs. But you are what I need, and I’m never giving you up.”

I already believed in him when he didn’t leave me in that jail cell, but hearing him say he needed me made everything click into place.

I turned in his arms, choking out, “Need you too.”

Our mouths met, the kiss urgent. Dalton grabbed my hair, and even though it still hurt after all the damn pulling Jett had given it, the pain went straight to my cock.

“Fuck,” I gasped against his lips. “Bed.”

We stumbled over to the bed, kissing frantically and pushing at our clothes. Our coats came off by the front door. Our shirts went flying onto my kitchen table. We kicked off our shoes beside the bed.

I unzipped my jeans when Dalton grabbed my wrist. “Jesus, Axel. I hope you kicked Jett’s ass.”

I smirked. “That’s not a very proper statement to be making, Sheriff.”

“Fuck proper. He bruised you up.” He ran a finger over my rib, where a large red splotch marked the spot I’d taken a punch.

I grimaced. “Yeah, he’s a dirty fighter. About ripped out my hair.”

“Want us to charge him? Just say the word, baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “Weren’t you just going on about not abusing the power of sheriff recently?”

“I won’t twist the law, but I can damn sure work within it.”

I chuckled. “I appreciate it, but no. I punched him in the dick. I think we’re more than even.”

Dalton winced. “Ouch.”

“In my defense, I was trying to end the fight before the po-po could come in and grab me. Didn’t pan out.”

His eyes met mine. “Well, let me kiss it and make it all better.”

He kissed along the edge of my jaw, keeping his lips a light graze over the worst of the bruising. Then he sank to his knees and kissed the bruising to my ribs. He pressed the tip of his tongue against my skin, just a hint of wetness that made my cock ache for attention.

He kissed all around the edges of that bruise, then traveled across my lower abs to a sore spot I hadn’t even noticed on my left hip.

“Where else does it hurt?” he asked, looking up at me.

“My dick hurts a lot. My balls too.”

He chuckled, low and sexy. “I better get to work, then.”

He peeled my jeans down my legs and helped me step out of them.

Dalton ran his nose along my inner thigh, all the way to the crease of my groin.

I shivered, caught off-guard when he shoved my legs further apart, only the bed behind me keeping me from falling over. I braced one hand on it for balance.

Dalton sucked a hard kiss to my inner thigh, hard enough to make me gasp and curse. “I’m the only one who gets to mark you up,” he growled.

Fuck, that was so hot. I grabbed his hair and shoved his head back between my legs. “Don’t stop. Make me yours.”

Dalton turned, sucking up a mark inside my other thigh. I trembled, my cock weeping precum until my Prince Albert barbell was all slippery.

Dalton grabbed my hips and turned me to face the bed, then kissed and bit my ass cheeks until I was begging him for relief.

“What do you want, darlin’? I’ll give you anything.”

“Rim me. Fill me. Claim me as yours.”

“Yes,” he growled, hot breath gusting over my hole as he parted my cheeks. He lashed his tongue over my rim, making me whimper, then pressed his face into the cleft of my ass and went to work.

He used fingers and lips and tongue to wreck me, tugging my rim open to press his tongue inside. Working it in and out, flicking it over the edges, waking every nerve and making me crave more.

My body shook like a leaf as adrenaline flooded me. My cock rubbed against the mattress beneath me, sending pleasurable jolts through me. If this went on much longer, I’d come before Dalton ever got inside me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he rose behind me. I expected him to pin me to the bed and take me hard, but he pulled me up and into his arms.

“Want to watch your face,” he murmured.

He pressed me back onto the bed, then ripped open his slacks, where his cock was doing its best to burst through the fabric. He shoved off his pants and boxer briefs, then climbed between my legs.

I hooked them around his ribs, and he caught my left thigh and hiked it even higher, bending me in half. He pressed down, kissing me, compressing my ability to breathe. But I’d gladly hold my breath if it meant Dalton’s body on mine.

He snagged the lube and squirted some onto his fingers.

He stroked it over his cock. He pressed two fingers into my ass, making sure I was lubed up, but he made quick work of it.

By now, I could take his dick easily. My body recognized his shape, relaxed and opened for him, in a way it didn’t for anyone else.

That alone should have told me that I was in love with the man. But I was a stubborn bastard who hid behind walls so much that I didn’t even notice when my heart was throwing open the gate for someone.

He notched his fat cockhead against my rim. I blew out a breath as he spread me, stretched me, the burn so damn good. He pushed forward slowly, making me feel every inch as he slid deep inside.

He stopped only when his hips met my ass. “Good?” he checked.

“Yeah,” I rasped.

He pressed a kiss to my leg, still held in an iron grip. “I love your body,” he murmured. “Your tattoos ripple and move as your chest heaves, and it’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Didn’t know you were a slut for ink,” I said.

He grinned. “Who isn’t?”

I didn’t get the chance to answer. He drew back and thrust in, making me moan with how good it felt, then did it again.

He tried a couple of different angles until he nailed my prostate, making me jerk with a cry, and then—like a man with single-minded precision—he hit it again and again until I was losing my mind.

“So good,” he grunted between long, smooth thrusts. “Everything I want.”

“Dalton,” I said, the tension threading through my tone.

“I got you, darlin’.” He stroked my cock, then gave my Prince Albert a tug, and I flew apart, spurting between us as my ass tightened around his dick.

“Fuuuuck,” he gritted between clenched teeth, all the tendons standing out on his neck. His body shuddered hard as he came inside me.

We rode it out together, both of us shaking, then slumped to the bed in a messy heap. He crushed the air from my lungs and made my bruised rib ache, but I was too happy to ask him to move. I could die here. That was okay.

He groaned and pulled out of me, rolling to the side. Cum trickled from my hole. Dalton scooped it up, pushed it back inside, then plugged me with two fingers.

“Kinky,” I teased.

He kissed my lips. “Mm-hmm. Want you to carry part of me inside you. So you know I’m always going to be with you.”

My heart fluttered. “I know I’ve been insecure. Sorr?—”

He silenced me with another kiss. “No, don’t apologize. Your life hasn’t been a cakewalk. People have let you down. I get it. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of promises and seen them broken. Words aren’t enough. But I will show you every day that you aren’t going to lose me.”

“Starting with your spunk inside me,” I joked, needing to lighten the moment.

He grinned. “Yeah, maybe we need to get a plug. Keep some of me in you all the time.”

I laughed. “You are kinky. I love it.” My heart stuttered, the words rushing up my throat. Catching on my tongue, then finally tumbling out. “I love you.”

“I know.”

I punched his arm. “Okay, Han Solo.”

He chuckled. “No, I don’t mean it smugly. I just mean, I know it’s hard for you to say. I see it in your eyes, Axel. I feel it in your kisses. I’m glad you could say it, but I would have happily waited as long as it took.”

I sighed. “Fuck, now I love you even more.”

He grinned. “My evil plan is working.”

“Too fucking well,” I complained.

We cleaned up and cuddled a while, but eventually, that missed dinner made our stomachs grumble louder than me. I rolled out of the bed and reached for my jeans.

“Come on, let’s head over to the house. We can scrounge some food and get a proper shower.”

“You gonna join me in the shower this time?” Dalton asked.

I smirked. “Only if you’re lucky.”

He swatted my ass as I stepped into my jeans. “Smart-ass.”

I turned and tackled him, pinning him to the bed and whispering dark promises about the next time I got my dick inside his ass.

He groaned a laugh. “We could try that out now. Who needs food?”

Eventually, we made it over to the house. It was well past dinnertime, and Holden had already retreated to his room.

Bailey passed us on his way out, eyes widening a little at the sight of us together. He tried to play it cool.

“There’s some leftovers in the fridge. Holden made chili.” He smirked. “I hope you already got your butt stuff out of the way.”

“Bailey, Jesus.”

He laughed. “You’re obviously back together, so you know…better safe than sorry.”

I groaned as Dalton murmured, “Were we ever apart?”

“No,” I said, giving Bailey a pointed look. “My brother’s just a brat.”

“Guilty,” Bailey said as he went out the door.

“He must take after you,” Dalton said.

We’d left the dogs at the junkyard since it was late, but Banshee came trotting out to greet us. I patted her head, and she whined and then trotted back down the hall to scratch at Holden’s door.

Obviously, she wanted in.

I opened the fridge to pull out the chili. “Can you heat this up? I’m going to let the dog into Holden’s room.”

“Sure,” he said.

I left him to work on our dinner and followed an eager Banshee down the hall.

“Hey, Holden.” I opened the door. “Banshee wants…”

I trailed off as my eyes clocked several things at once.

One: my oldest brother was naked with his dick in his hand.

Two: His computer monitor was displaying an equally naked man.

Three: I really should have knocked first.

“Axel!” he bellowed. “Get the fuck out!”

“Sorry, man! But also, good for you.”

“OUTTTT!”

Banshee had already fled the scene. Smart dog. I closed the door, calling back, “You could have locked the door!”

“Fuck off!”

I laughed all the way down the hall until I reached the kitchen.

Dalton raised an eyebrow at me. “Everything okay?”

I grinned. “You know? I think it is.”

Had I walked in on anyone else, I might have spilled the details. I might have laughed at their getting off to a camboy. But this was Holden . I wasn’t even sure my poor brother could get himself off, much less do it with another person—even through a screen.

Dalton and I were most of the way through our bowls of chili when my oldest brother merged, a sheepish expression on his face.

“Hey,” he said, voice guarded as he flicked his gaze at Dalton. “How’s it going? Did you actually arrest Dallas?”

“Sure did,” Dalton said, sounding pretty damn satisfied.

“Couldn’t have happened to a bigger asshole,” I said cheerily.

Dalton nodded. “It was a good day.” He glanced at me, smiling warmly. “In more ways than one.”

“Dalton is the sheriff now,” I told Holden.

“Really? Congrats, man.”

He nodded. “Thanks. But I was talking about the fact your brother told me he loved me.”

Holden’s brows raised. “No shit? Well, it’s about time.”

I slugged Dalton’s arm. “Don’t be telling him that crap. You’ll ruin my rep as the hard-ass around here.”

“Time to pass the mantle, darlin’,” Dalton said, unfazed by my pouting. “Your youngest brother can take over troublemaker status. You can be my sweetheart.”

I groaned. “Darlin’ was bad enough. Now, you’re going with sweetheart?”

He grinned. “My little scrumptious pumpkin?”

I scowled. “Fuck off, Sheriff.”

Holden chuckled. “Okay, well, I just came out to say good night. You two try not to kill each other. It won’t look good for the sheriff.”

“I’ll just have to find another way to punish him,” I said darkly.

Holden nodded once, eyes on me. “And about what you saw…”

I mimed zipping my lips and throwing away the key. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Appreciate it.” He turned, whistling for Banshee, and she followed him to his room. The door shut behind him with a click.

“Do I want to know what you saw back there?” Dalton asked.

“Nope.” I stood. “You want to join me in the shower so you can take your punishment.”

“Is my punishment choking on your dick?”

“Might be.”

He stood. “Let’s go.”