“I kinda thought it was over, this crap with your dad,” she said.
It would probably never be over.
That was the way family was.
Or at least that was the way his dad was.
“I don’t have to respond,” he told her.
“Are you going to respond?” she queried.
“No.”
“I think that’s a good call,” she mumbled, her gaze wandering to his throat.
“He won’t give up, though,” he warned her, and she looked back to him.
“I know,” she whispered sadly, watching him closely.
“Babe, I can hack it.”
“Okay.”
She didn’t sound convinced.
So he repeated, “I can hack it.”
Hattie lifted a hand, trailed her fingers across his cheekbone, and also repeated, “Okay.” She then dipped her face closer and said, “Up for a second round tonight?”
Like she had to ask.
“My woman have creative energy to burn?”
“Frustrated energy,” she amended, and his brows shot up, considering what they’d finished doing not fifteen ago.
And both of them definitely finished.
This made him ask, “How frustrated can you be?”
She giggled, dipped even lower, shoved her face in his neck, and whispered beneath his ear, “The creative part of frustrated, honey. Like normal, last time, you did all the work.”
“If you’re up for taking over, I’m not gonna stop you.”
She lifted her head, gave him a grin, and kissed him.
After that, she kissed him a lot of other places.
But when she got between his legs, it wasn’t about kissing.
It was about licking.
And sucking.
Hattie gave phenomenal head.
But he couldn’t call it, whether he liked that better than when she took him to a place he couldn’t hold back, and she got off huge getting her face fucked.
Which was what happened.
He’d had to take his knees, twine his fingers in her soft curls, and fuck her mouth while he watched her touch herself in front of him.
Christ, that ass.
Using her hair, as gently as he could in the state he was in, he pulled out and tipped her head back.
His voice was thick when he ordered, “Turn around, baby. On your belly. Legs tight together.”
She was ready for him and he knew it when she scrambled to do as she was told and his cock jumped watching her do it.
He positioned, legs splayed wide, knees in the bed by her upper thighs, caught her hips in his hands, and found her, drilling deep into that slick wet.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
She whimpered.
Hearing it, he grunted, “Fuck” again.
She squeezed his cock with her pussy.
Jesus.
Even if this was the second round, it wasn’t going to last long.
“Hand under you, Hattie, baby, get yourself there,” he demanded.
She shoved her hand under her, and he knew she hit the target when it brought another whimper.
Then she flipped her head so it was to the side rather than her forehead to the mattress and her dark curls flew all over his sheets.
Oh yeah.
This wasn’t going to last long.
“Close?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Honey,” she gasped.
“Baby, you close?” he bit off.
“Axl,” she sighed before her hips bucked, and her pussy pulsed around his cock.
Thank fuck.
He let go and joined her.
When he stopped coming, he had his head bowed and realized his fingers were digging into her flesh.
He relaxed, slid out, and came off his knees in order to lower himself and cover her back.
He shoved his face in the hair at her neck.
“You took over,” she grumbled hazily.
He grinned.
“I was supposed to do all the work,” she reminded him.
Axl lifted up only enough to pull her hair off her neck. He then kissed her there before he shifted to rest his cheek against her still-turned head.
“It didn’t happen like that,” he stated the obvious.
“It never happens like that. You always get all commando-y and take over.”
He asked a question he knew the answer to.
“Is this a problem?”
“No, I just…” he felt her head move so he raised his as she twisted her neck and caught his eyes, “…wanted to take care of you.”
Fuck.
He loved her.
“Baby,” he murmured.
“But then you took care of me.”
“Trust me, fucking your face then drilling you into the bed totally is taking care of me.” He paused for emphasis and reiterated, “Totally.”
He felt her body move with her giggle.
So, smiling, he lifted up, turned her, then rested some of his weight on top of her, most of it into a forearm at her side.
And then he tangled his fingers into her curls and locked eyes.
“If I have you, I’m always okay.”
“Axl—”
“It’s the truth.”
She framed his face in both hands.
“Sorry I missed Cooking with Axl tonight,” she whispered.
“We’ll do it tomorrow.”
“’Kay.”
He could hear she was getting sleepy.
So he bent, touched his mouth to hers, then murmured, “Let’s get cleaned up so we can sleep.”
“’Kay,” she repeated.
He felt his face get soft before he rolled off, tugged her gently from the bed, and they headed to the bathroom.
The lights were out, and they were curled up together under the covers before she spoke again.
