Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,98

could cuddle and sleep, I’d be happy as long as we’re connected.

As we enter the clubhouse, he takes my hand, and I smile at a few of the guys. Rip seems to be the friendliest, although I do like Ryder. For whatever reason, he seems to be on the fence with me. Maybe it’s because I’m close with Cindy. Whatever, I like him.

A few are playing pool and talking in the corner. Other than that, it’s quiet, as if we’re waiting. God, if this has to do with creepy guy… I shiver and tighten my hold on his hand.

“Is something happening?” I whisper as we walk up the stairs.

Axel looks down at me. “Yeah, the creepy guy at the restaurant is Eve’s brother.”

I almost trip on the next step. “What?” I hiss.

“Yes.” It’s clipped. He pulls out his phone, which is vibrating, and the queasiness in my stomach is back. Holy shit, that’s who he reminded me of. Why is Eve’s brother a creeper?

We stop at his door and he unlocks it, swinging it open. “Axel, I feel bad. I think he’s insane.”

He snorts. “He’s a murderer, and I’m ready to put a bullet in the guy I had watching you for not alerting me earlier.”

“Wait. What?” My head is spinning.

Grabbing his pipe from the dresser, he lights up. “I have a guy watching you.” He holds the smoke in, his eyes narrowing on me, and I feel warm all over. He’s had someone watching me. That has to be positive.

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine.” He says it so matter-of-factly I almost start crying or dancing. Either way, my heart flutters at the way his eyes have darkened.

He wants me.

Kicking off my shoes, I stretch, arching my back, trying to be sexy.

“Come here, Antoinette.” His sapphire eyes are like sparkling black orbs and I’m instantly wet.

As I walk toward him, he tosses his cut, followed by his shirt. Without warning, I struggle to breathe. He brings the pipe back to his full lips and lights up again. My stomach flutters as his tan hands reach for the back of my neck, and I part my lips and inhale the smoke he gives me.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb travels over my lips and trails down my neck to rub my nipple through my T-shirt. “Strip, Cookie.”

Already feeling those tiny, wonderful tingles, I exhale. And I smile, not even remembering why I was ever worried he didn’t like me. I have enough love for both of us. As I toss off my shirt and bra, he watches me get naked.

Unbuttoning his jeans, he kicks them off. I swallow as he reaches for his thick, long cock and strokes it.

“Shower,” he demands, and I simply follow. Axel enjoys his showers cold, but it’s pleasantly warm. I blink the water out of my eyes. Everything is more heightened. Axel’s always intense, but now my breathing becomes choppy when his hands cup my face.

His eyes. They’re mesmerizing. Power radiates off of him and into me. He looks down at me, his thumb rubbing my cheek. I think I might have stopped breathing because the raw need I see makes me slightly dizzy.

I’m so screwed.

I fell in love with him the moment he hopped up on that stage. I may have lied to myself, but from the second I looked into his eyes, I knew. Just like I was born to dance, though that was taken from me, a missed opportunity. But Axel? I’m not missing this one.

“On your knees,” he says, and I smile, letting my wet body slither down his. Water cocoons us in our own world, and I want to lick the wet droplets trickling down his tan, muscled abs.

“Open, and breathe through your nose, baby.” His hands wrap tightly in my wet hair as he guides my mouth onto his warm, velvety shaft. Blinking the water out of my eyes, I try to relax enough to take his cock further than I ever have before. He groans and shoves my head forward, prompting me to take him deeper inside.

“That’s it. Fucking take my cock.”

As he roughly fucks my mouth, I gag. Back and forth, he makes me go deeper than I ever have.

“Yeah. Like that. Suck.” He holds my head tight and jerks off in my mouth.

“Look at me.” The water spills down my face while he roughly jacks himself off, his grunts and my panting echoing around us. As I lift my head, he groans my name and warm strands of milky cum