Axel's Therapist: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Blitz Book 2) Page 14

  "Ah," I sighed, and Axel sighed with me. The color he'd lost during our fight returned to his face, and his eyes grew into a deep, lustrous blue. They burned at me with a sensuality I'd never before experienced.

  I began to move. My hips were slow at first as my knees adjusted to the pillows on which they sat. Axel bent his body up at the waist, half-sitting, so that he could taste my tits. His tongue flicked over my dark pink nipples as my hips moved faster and faster. Axel grabbed my ass. His hands were so strong that I could feel his muscles working under his skin as his fingers tightened over me. He adjusted my speed and height, feeding me to his cock like it was a starved animal whose only source of life was my warm, wet pussy.

  Axel raised his own hips off the floor to meet mine, thumping hard against them as his cock filled my cave. I moved faster and faster, my pussy descending on Axel like a bird seeking its prey. His cock was massive, only this time it was like nothing I'd ever seen or felt before. His thick, hard shaft penetrated me so deeply, filling my cavity so completely, that I knew not a shred of light could infiltrate my box.

  I bounced on top of him as our bodies became one. Axel squeezed my nipples between his fingers, and I playfully slapped them away. The slap seemed to instill him with a new vigor, and suddenly he was spinning me around so that my back was on the floor now.

  "Axel, your knee," I shouted, trying to get up, but he gently pushed me back down.

  "Fuck the knee," he said. He stretched his bad leg out to the side so that the burden of his weight was on his arms. Veins bulged in them as he supported himself. My heart thudded in my chest as Axel dove deeper into me. His cock sailed beyond the buoys they'd reached earlier, sending fresh waves of desire rushing through me.

  "Fuck me hard," I cried out.

  Axel's hips moved fast and hard, beating against me like a drum. I found the tempo and thumped my hips against his in time with his body. My legs wrapped around his waist so that his cock hit the exact right angle to reach my G-spot. My eyes rolled back.

  "Make me cum," I shouted, my fists tightening against the pillows that spilled out on either side of him. Axel's thrusts turned feral. I felt him begin to lose himself. Electric fire spread through my pussy as Axel's mass worked its way deeper inside me. I released my legs from around his waist and spread them wide open for him. He drove himself deeply into me one last time as his face contorted in ecstasy. My eyes widened and a pink-red glow filled my vision as my body was overcome with delirious euphoria. For just a moment, I knew what heaven felt like.

  Axel and I lay together for what felt like an eternity, breathing deeply in each other's arms. Neither of us wanted to let go. Letting go meant we were back in reality, and reality still had too much craziness in it for us to face. At least now, I thought, we could face it together.

  44

  Axel

  Every time Kaitlyn blew her sweet breath against my neck, my head became a little clearer. Her kisses were like a fine wine, filling me with warmth and tranquility.

  "What now?" she asked, as our entangled legs stretched onto the foyer floor, our backs leaning against the stairs. I brushed my hand over her skin, and she shivered.

  "I can't wait here," I said. Kaitlyn nodded as if she'd been expecting that. "Taylor won't call. I missed her deadline. Junkies have a knack for finding ways to get what they want. If I was her Plan A and I failed her, then she's moved on to Plan B."

  "What do you think that is?"

  "I have no idea. For all I know, she wants Riley to help her beg for money on the streets. People are suckers for poor, hungry kids." I shuddered at the image of Riley standing on a street corner somewhere, her hands extended toward some stranger, begging for whatever coins or dollars might be sitting at the bottom of their pockets.

  "Why would Taylor take her now, though? Why not just wait a few days until you went to court?"

  I shook my head. "Who knows the mind of an addict? Maybe she was trying to hold out on using again until after court but just couldn't take it. That would be my guess."

  "Ethan said we should stay here. What if Riley gets away and comes home?"

  "Riley's four, Kaitlyn. What's she gonna do? Jump on the bus?" I felt bad for snapping and kissed Kaitlyn's bare shoulder. Her skin was smooth as butter, and although her cheeks glowed a deep pink after my outburst, she said nothing. "Sorry," I said, gently kissing her ear.

  "It's okay. You're just freaked out. I get it."

  Her eyes scrunched together, and her lips formed into a soft pout that made her look even younger than her twenty-five years. How were her lips naturally so pink? I wondered if I was focusing all of my attention on Kaitlyn so that I wouldn't have to think about Riley and then I decided I didn't care. If focusing on Kaitlyn stopped even a sliver of the heartache I was feeling right now, then there was no reason to stop.

  Suddenly, Kaitlyn's back straightened. She moved away from my arm as she sat up on her heels, bouncing on them like a frog. Her eyes glowed with excitement. "Where did Taylor used to go?"

  I looked blankly at her, not fully cognizant of anything except the way her breasts bounced as her body moved. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but my mind rejected it. She was trying to talk to me about Riley. I didn't want to talk about Riley. The very thought of my daughter, scared and missing, made the world around me crumble like an old and battered wall.

  "Axel, where did Taylor used to go?"

  I guess I was still looking at her with wide, uncomprehending eyes because she started talking to me like I was a four-year-old.

  "When you were with Taylor two years ago, before she left, where did she go to buy drugs? She must have had some regular spots."

  My mind raced as I remembered the abandoned warehouses and midnights in the park. "Yeah, a few of them."

  "So?" Kaitlyn asked. "Which was her favorite? If she could only have picked one place to go to score what she was after, where would it be?"

  I thought it over a minute. "The Busted Shack. It's a strip of section eight housing downtown, off Valero and Sixth Streets."

  "So, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

  "I thought you said we should wait."

  "That was before we had a plan. It's one thing to go out searching for Riley without any idea of where she might be and another to go searching for Riley when we know where she might be."

  I bounced up from the floor, forgetting my crutches and toppling back over.

  "Are you alright?" Kaitlyn asked, immediately at my side.

  "Yeah," I laughed. For the first time since she'd turned up missing, I felt like I might see my daughter again. "Let's go. You can call Ethan from the car."

  A few minutes later, fully dressed now, we were headed to the slums of downtown. Kaitlyn dialed Ethan from the passenger seat. He didn't sound very happy. I could hear him shouting through the phone.

  "I told you not to move," Ethan yelled.

  "Yeah, I know, but if Axel's right, Riley could be in real danger. This part of downtown isn't safe."

  "Precisely why you shouldn't be going there," Ethan said.

  "Put him on speaker," I told Kaitlyn. She looked at me a moment before pushing the button.

  "Ethan, Axel wants to talk to you," she said, holding the phone closer to me while I spun the steering wheel, moving us onto Barton Road.

  "Ethan, we're going to find Riley," I said, keeping my voice calm. "So either tell your fucking cop friends to meet us there or piss off. I'm tired of waiting for strangers to do something." Kaitlyn scrunched her brow disapprovingly, but I ignored her.

  "There's something I haven't told you yet," Ethan said, his voice solemn.

  My heart battered against my chest. My vision grew thick with dark, heavy clouds. "Oh god, it's Riley. What happened? Is she okay?"

  "She's fine," Ethan said. "As far as we know. But we might have a lead on Taylor." He drew in a deep breath before continuing. "A dealer was shot twice in the chest not far from Boystown."

  "Boystown?" I yelled. "Th
at's less than a mile from where we're headed."

  "Yeah, I know. Witnesses say a woman matching Taylor's description was at the scene. They say she's the one who shot him."

  "So we're right to be going there then," Kaitlyn said.

  "The witnesses said she hopped a bus going the opposite direction from The Shack and disappeared. We've got cars out now searching for her."

  "Did anyone see Riley?" I asked, holding my breath.

  "No, but that doesn’t mean she wasn't there."

  I shot a glance at Kaitlyn. "Well, there's no fucking way we're turning around now," I said. Kaitlyn smiled back at me and gripped my hand in hers, squeezing it tight. My heart swelled. Whatever happened tonight, I knew I wasn't alone.

  "Just be careful," Ethan said. "Taylor's considered armed and dangerous."

  45

  Kaitlyn

  I'd been through these nasty parts of downtown before, but not in a long time. The streets were littered with garbage. Homeless men and women were scattered along the sidewalks, some walking to and fro as they wandered aimlessly through the night, some curled on the cement waiting for dawn. The lucky ones had gotten fed before going to sleep.

  The sun wasn't up yet, and last night's horrors were still fresh on the minds of the derelicts. I watched a woman fighting another woman over what appeared to be an old newspaper. Addicts and dealers hid in shadows, exchanging goods for money or blowjobs. The whole place made my skin crawl.

  Axel's car stood out in a place like this. It was his flashy black Camaro, and I wished that we'd taken my car instead.

  "Just hide us somewhere," I said when we'd garnered several looks from street people who seemed to be staring at us way too intently as we cruised toward The Shack. "Here, turn into this alley before we get carjacked."

  My hands trembled, and I instinctively reached for Axel's leg. Squeezing his thigh quieted my nerves. I left my hand there as he continued the slow drive to the blocks we were searching for.

  "An alley in this part of town is not gonna be any safer than the street," he said. "Besides, we're almost there. And I know a nice spot we can hide out at, assuming the park I'm thinking of is still there. It’s been two years since I've been down to The Shack, but I doubt anything much ever changes down here."

  When we reached The Shack, I immediately saw the hideout Axel had been referring to. Only, calling this place a park was like calling a cemetery a playground. Trees were scattered over the ground; most of them were old and dying. There were three or four giant garbage dumpsters just sitting among them, creating a hole of shadows that Axel's car could easily hide in. He pulled into the darkness, backing up just enough so that his car was completely hidden, but we could still see out.

  "So," I said. "This is my first stakeout. How about you?" Axel smiled. It was sad and sweet, and my heart broke a little more for the pain he must be in.

  "I don't see Taylor," he said, his voice low and broken.

  "Riley's gonna be okay," I told him. "Taylor will show up. This seems like exactly the type of place she'd come to."

  He nodded and took my hand, lifting it to his lips. His mouth was warm and wet, and when he kissed my hand, something deep inside of me ached for him.

  "I'm scared," he whispered, not looking at me.

  I squeezed his hand, and when he squeezed mine back, I couldn't stop my body from buzzing with energy. I still hadn't told Axel I was pregnant. Had I even tried to tell him? I mean, really tried? I licked my lips, determined to get the words out this time, but my mind recanted almost immediately. "The timing's all wrong," I mumbled to myself.

  "What?" Axel asked, and I realized I'd spoken out loud. My mind raced, trying to cover my error.

  "Nothing. I just... I know the timing is all wrong, but I'm scared, too. And I just feel so much better when I'm... when we're... together."

  Axel's eyes burned through the darkness, swimming toward me with furious intensity. When his mouth locked on mine, I felt the heat spread through my body, filling me from head to toe.

  "I know what you mean," Axel whispered.

  His hands moved under my shirt, playing with my breasts as he pressed himself closer to me. His aftershave made my nose tingle as I kissed his neck. My core was burning for him. If I didn't get him soon, I thought I might pop. The armrest was in our way, blocking our bodies from becoming one. I wriggled out of my pants and kicked them to the floor. My soft cotton panties fell next, and when I climbed into the driver’s seat with Axel, I realized he'd already pushed his pants to his knees.

  It was a tight fit, but we moved the seat back as far as it would go, and I was able to straddle him nicely. His thick, hard cock pressed against my opening, teasing me as I moved softly against him. He moaned, and I looked quickly around us to make sure we weren't being watched.

  "You feel so good," he said, his breath blowing sweetly against my skin and making me shiver. I wriggled my hips and felt his mass begin to throb with anticipation. Now who was teasing who? I pushed my hips softly forward and down, moving against Axel with a polite force that was a bit like testing the water. One toe in before the big plunge.

  His head swiveled on his neck as I pulsed lightly against him again. "Are you fucking with me?" he asked. His voice was low and hungry. "I want your pussy. I need to be inside you. Now." His hands wrapped around my backside and drew me down so that I plunged onto his cock. The result was an explosion of euphoria as Axel sunk into me like a stone in water.

  "Ah," I murmured, exhaling sharply as my heart began to race. "Oh god, Axel." My hips moved more forcefully now that the desire had deepened within me. I rocked against him, pressing my tits to his face so he could nestle his head between them. His tongue was like a paintbrush, running its tiny bristles up and over my skin while my body cried out in exultation. My hips moved faster and faster. The time for teasing was over. There was work still be done. But first, our bodies had to bask in enough ecstasy to last us through the rest of the night. Who knew when we'd have this chance again?

  "Oh, Kaitlyn, you’re so wet," Axel said, lifting his hips to meet mine. They came together with a heavy thud that shook his car. The windows steamed, and my ass knocked into the steering wheel, sounding the horn. Neither of us cared. We were lost in our own rapture, our own desire, and nothing else mattered except that light we were both climbing toward.

  "I'm gonna cum," I shouted. "Oh Christ, oh fuck." I dug my nails into Axel's shoulders, almost ripping his shirt as my body began to tighten. My pussy slid back and forth over his cock. His shaft was like a fucking baseball bat as I pounded against him again and again. Finally, his head fell back, and mine went with him. Brilliant white light shot out at us from all directions. My head spun in a dizzying circle as we left the ground, flying toward the clouds like two birds caught in a whirlwind.

  When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. Sweat dripped down my face. Axel's lust-filled eyes peered back at me from the shadows, magic in the nighttime. Suddenly, his eyes bugged out of his head, looking over my shoulder.

  "Shit!" he said, jerking upright. My back hit the steering wheel, and the horn beeped. Axel's face went white. "Ssh!" he said. "I just saw Taylor."

  46

  Axel

  "Where are you going?" Kaitlyn asked, yanking on my arm as I tried to open the driver's side door. I'd never gotten dressed so fast in my life.

  "To get Riley. She's with Taylor. Don't you see them?" I snapped.

  Kaitlyn looked hurt for a second as she forced the door shut again. "Of course I see them," she said. "But if we go running after them, it's gonna scare Taylor."

  "So what?" I asked, dumbfounded that Kaitlyn would care about Taylor's feelings right now.

  "Scared drug addicts with guns tend to shoot people," Kaitlyn snapped back at me. I stopped wrestling with her. She had a point. Taylor's body count for the night was already a solid one; I didn't want to make it two, or worse, three.

  I closed the door softly and watched as Taylor hurried down the darkened street,
pulling Riley behind her. Riley's little legs raced to keep up. She nearly fell over, but Taylor quickly righted her, kissing her head before dragging her along at rocket speed again. They were headed for a specific building across from where my car was parked. I knew it as an old, condemned house which housed many dealers happy to give you whatever you were after.

  "Maybe she got rid of the gun," I said, glancing at Kaitlyn, who looked dubious.

  "Yeah, but what if that guy who just opened the door has one? Do you really want to risk Riley getting shot? I'll call Ethan. Let's see what he says."

  I turned my head back toward the house and saw that Taylor and Riley were now talking to some big, bald, fat man with a gut that hung out at least fourteen inches over his pants. He had stepped out onto the ruins of the porch that surrounded the house when Taylor had banged on the door. It wasn't obvious whether or not he'd been expecting her. He was dressed in black and looked like the worst kind of criminal—one who didn't give a damn about anything or anyone save himself. My body cringed as I watched him. I tried to lick my lips, but my mouth was too dry.

  Beside me on the passenger seat, Kaitlyn dialed Ethan's phone. I almost yelled at her to put the phone down and forget about Ethan. I appreciated that he was trying to help, but a lot of good his help did me if he wasn't here.

  "Ethan," Kaitlyn said when he finally answered. "We found Taylor."

  There was a lot of incoherent babbling from Ethan's end. I couldn't make out the words, but I could make out the tone. He was trying to sound forceful. Trying to sound like a cop.

  "No, she's definitely here," Kaitlyn said. "We're looking right at them."

  This time, I heard what he said. "Don't move!"

  Kaitlyn glanced at me, telling him we'd try not to, then hung up. "He says not to move," she told me as if I couldn't hear his shrill voice over the phone.