Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,53
a new one on the back of my bike and in my bed.
I need to drop her off at the first apartment I see for rent. Pay for it, then walk the fuck away. A good guy would do that.
But I’m not good.
There’s no way I’m depriving myself of her and that tight cunt. I shift into gear, and her body seems to know how to move with me.
Leaning forward, I let the wind whip around my face as we head toward Griffith Park.
ANTOINETTE
I have no idea where we’re going. All I know is I love being on the back of Axel’s bike, wearing his heavy jacket, which smells like him.
It’s ridiculous how secure a jacket can make you feel even if you’re swimming in it. Sweat trickles down my neck, no doubt from the hot helmet and the bike throwing off its own heat.
He stops but keeps the bike running. The view takes my breath away: Los Angeles and all her glory.
Perfect.
My lips split into a grin. I’m happy. I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy, maybe when I was fourteen, fifteen. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy right now and I’m gonna cherish it. Because it can change in seconds.
As I get ready to lift my visor, he squeezes my hand and shifts. His bike responds and rumbles down a dirt trail. Looking around, I had no idea places like this even existed in Los Angeles.
He stops the bike and I wait to see what we’re doing. Are we hiking? Is that why he wanted me to wear different clothes?
He gets off and before I can undo the clasp on the helmet, his warm hands are there, taking it off. I shake out my hair and let the fresh air cool my face. He leans down to hang the helmet on the handlebars.
“Take everything off but my cut,” he says, lifting me off the bike.
My legs can barely hold me up. Not sure if the bike or his words are responsible, but I reach out for him to steady me.
I obey. Kicking off my tennis shoes, I’m surprised by a flutter of excitement that makes me rather breathless.
“Good girl,” he says, and my core clenches. What is wrong with me? I almost stop. Am I being too easy? Like am I supposed to pretend I don’t want him?
It’s times like this I wish I had listened to Bella and Heather when they would get into details about sex and what guys like.
“Not now, Antoinette. I’m too wound up. I suggest you do what I say, or this might not end up the way you want.” His sapphire eyes are cold, dark, almost as if he’s angry.
“What’s happening?” My hands shake as I slip off his jacket. When I remove my shirt, the hot sun instantly burns my hard nipples. Either that or it’s his gaze.
Holy fuck.
A ripple of fear flutters in my stomach as I pull my leggings off and slip back into his jacket, which thankfully hangs almost to my knees.
Standing there with his arms crossed, he watches me squirm.
Suddenly I look around. We’re out in the middle of nowhere. No one is here. I swallow as I look up at him. “I don’t like this.”
He moves. Grabbing me, he dumps me on the black leather seat of his bike.
“Really?” He cocks his head. “I think you do.”
“I don’t,” I whisper the lie, sounding ridiculous even to me. I do like it; I like everything about him.
“Show me,” he demands. I slowly spread my legs. The cool air instantly makes me shiver. He grins as his two fingers slip deep inside me, fucking me.
His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow. “For someone who doesn’t like it, you sure are getting my seat wet,” he says, his voice pure gravel. “Say it,” he hisses. “Loud.”
I don’t hesitate. I’m done caring what I should do. “I like it, Axel. I like it a lot,” I scream.
He rubs my clit, his fingers sliding in and out. I close my eyes and let him take me away.
“That’s it.” His voice is deceivingly gentle as his fingers fuck me rough and deep. I’m moaning and chanting. My hands reach for him. One grabs his shirt, the other the handlebar.
“You can yell, baby. No one can hear us out here.” In and out his slick fingers rub.
“Oh my God,” I whine, or at least I think it’s a whine because holy fuck, I don’t recognize the sound.