Chapter 23

~Ax~

 

“Ah, yeah,” I sigh as I sink into Rox’s sunken Jacuzzi tub.

She laughs as she lowers that sexy naked body of hers in opposite me. Mmm. Yeah. I’m liking her wet and naked.

Wow. The bathroom’s like everything else in her mansion of a home: pure fucking luxury. The tub’s set off from the rest of the bathroom, separated by frosted glass walls. The room’s all black tiles and navy-blue walls. Ain’t really womanly. More on the masculine side, really. No surprise there. Rox is definitely a tomboy. She ain’t a fan of frilly, pink, girly shit.

“What?” she asks as I glance ‘round.

“Nothing. Just looking. Your house is something else, babe.”

Her eyes light up. “I know. I designed all of the interior myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep,” she says proudly. “I went to school for Interior Design a little while back.”

“You did?”

She frowns. “Surprised? I do have a brain, Neil.” She sweeps her hand over her body. “I’m not just all boobs and ass, you know?”

“Oh, I get how smart you are, beautiful girl. I’m just surprised you’re doing what you do when you got qualifications to do other shit.”

She stretches her arms out over the sides of the tub and sighs as she leans her head back. “I was going to. But then Black Thorns came sniffing around my territory a little while ago. Ralph and my guys needed me, so I stayed here…doing this.”

That makes my blood boil. Fucking Trig. “Ralph couldn’t handle shit without you?”

“Who I am goes a long way in your world, Neil. As much as I hate being tied to my dad in any way, there’s an understanding there. Keeps biker crap off my turf. They usually know better than to mess with me and mine once they realize who I am. Well, until the Mavs decided they don’t care about the rules anymore.”

I nod slowly. “I get it.”

“Because the same thing happens to you as Skinner’s son, right?”

I can only grunt. I really don’t wanna get into that shit, or talk ‘bout him. It’ll just ruin my mood and rile me up. “You ever think ‘bout tryin’ again with the design stuff? Getting out?”

She shrugs. “Maybe. It depends how things play out, you know?”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I do, babe. I do.”

I float over to her and take her right arm in my hand. “No matter how things play out…” I tell her, tracing my fingers over the scar there, “I ain’t never gonna let him touch you again.” I press my lips to it and she whimpers. “You hear me, beautiful girl?” I look up at her, still kissing the mark, and see tears there in her eyes.

She nods and chokes out in a broken whisper, “Yes.”

I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly. Her arms wrap ‘round my neck, pulling me close.

She grinds against my already hard cock and moans quietly.

Rising up, sliding her wet body along mine, she impales herself on my cock. Her fingers tug at my hair as she starts to ride me in a way I ain’t never felt before from no woman. Slow. Sensual. Intense.

“I need you, Neil,” she whispers in my ear.

I brush her wet hair outta her face and her eyes sparkle at me. “Fuck, Rox. Been waiting to hear you say those words to me.” I wipe her tears away with the pads of my thumbs. “Cuz I need you too, beautiful girl.”

She buries her face in my neck and breathes me in as she continues to rock up and down, taking me slow and deep.

“Ain’t no one like you,” I whisper.

She murmurs happily and wraps her arms ‘round me tightly.

“You’re my fucking ray of sunshine, Rox. You know that?”

She smiles and crushes her lips to mine, showing me that she gets it. She might not be able to say it yet out loud, but she’s still right here with me. Maybe one day I’ll actually hear the three words I wanna hear from her.

Maybe she’ll stop holding back.