Twin Babies for my Pucking Defenders (Chicago Icebreakers #2)

12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Jade

I watch Axel dig into the ganache chocolate cake like it’s the best damn thing he’s ever tasted, a low groan slipping from his lips. And damn, he’s handsome. There’s this intensity in his eyes when he eats, like he’s savoring every second. It’s kinda sexy. Okay, it’s a lot sexy.

I lean back in my chair, swirling my wine glass, and ask, “Why’d you stop coming to Thanksgiving, Axel?”

He glances up, his expression shifting into something more serious and more raw. “You really wanna know?”

“Yeah, I really wanna know,” I say, teasing, but there’s genuine curiosity in my voice.

He takes a breath and sets his fork down. “It was that red mini dress you wore two years ago. You bent over to check in the oven. I couldn’t fucking think straight after that.”

I burst out laughing. I did not see that coming. “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m dead serious,” he says, leaning closer, his voice dropping. “You have no idea what it’s like trying to play the good guy when all I wanna do is tear that damn dress off.”

The thrill shoots through me like an electric current. I lean forward too, my voice lowering. “Well, since we’re confessing shit, I had the biggest crush on you.”

His hand goes to his hair, raking through it like he’s trying to clear his head. “Hell no.”

I nod, biting my lip. “Yep. I used to watch you at dinner, but Jared was always saying you were this big-time player, so I figured you’d never even look at me.”

He groans. “Well, I guess I’m lucky I tore my ACL, then.”

I smack his arm lightly. “Don’t joke about that. It’s not funny.”

His face goes serious again, and he starts describing how it happened. “I was pushing myself too hard. We had the game, and I was so fucking amped up, I didn’t notice the guy coming in from the side. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground, couldn’t move my leg, and all I could think was, ‘Is this it? Is this how it all ends?’”

I can see it in his eyes; how much that messed him up. I squeeze his hand. “Thanks for telling me that. I know it wasn’t easy.”

He nods, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “I’ve never really admitted to anyone just how scary it was, the thought of losing my career like that.”

I push back from the table, my chair’s feet scrape against the floor. “Thanks for being honest, Axel.”

He gets this glint in his eyes, one that makes me a little wary but a lot intrigued. “Stand up for a minute.”

I cock my head. “Why?”

He grins, rubbing his jaw like he’s debating something. “Just stand. I wanna see something.”

I stand, crossing my arms over my chest. “Okay.”

He looks around, making sure no one’s nearby. “There’s no one here.”

“Yeah, so?”

He smirks. “Lift your dress. Show me if you’re wearing panties.”

My jaw drops. “Hell no!”

“C’mon, baby, it’d be a real comfort to me. I’m injured, remember?”

I roll my eyes, but my heart’s racing now. “I’m not doing that.”

He holds up his hands, mock apologetic. “All right, I’m sorry I asked.”

I exhale, feeling the tension coil in my stomach. “I need to use the bathroom.”

He stands, looking a bit panicked. “Jade, I’m sorry, okay?”

I wave him off. “Just give me a minute.”

I head to the bathroom, feeling the heat between my thighs. The Haven is so fucking fancy, everything gleaming and pristine. I step into a stall, my mind spinning, my body humming with adrenaline. Fuck it. I reach under my dress, pull off my panties, and ball them up in my fist. Millie’s voice echoes in my head: Go for it, girl. You’ve been wanting him for years.

I look at myself in the mirror. There’s this wild look in my eyes. Yeah, why the hell not?

I stride back out, feeling a rush of adrenaline. Axel’s seated at the table, looking like he’s ready to apologize again. But before he can say a word, I drop the white lacy thong right into his lap.

His eyes go wide, his mouth opening and closing like he’s at a loss for words. He picks them up, staring at them, then at me. His blue eyes darken, his voice rough. “Baby, what is this?”

I smile, leaning back into my chair. “Let’s finish dessert, shall we?”

He groans, bringing the panties to his nose, taking a deep inhale like he’s savoring them, then shoves them into his pocket. “You’re fucking killing me, you know that?”

I grin, my body buzzing with excitement as I grab my fork. “Good. Keep up.”

Axel’s eyes are practically glued to me now, and there’s something so raw, so primal in his stare that it’s like a jolt straight to my core. He leans forward, close enough that his breath brushes my skin. “You like playing with fire, huh?”

I twirl a piece of cake on my fork, all innocence. “Maybe. Depends on how hot it gets.”

His chuckle is low and dark, a shiver skating down my spine. “Oh, it’s about to get real fucking hot, Jade.”

“Promises, promises,” I say, popping the cake into my mouth, licking my lips slowly. I’m teasing him, pushing him and it’s driving him wild. I can see it and feel it.

“Fuck,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I shrug, pretending to think. “Nah, I think you can handle it.”

His gaze drops to my lips, and there’s a moment—a charged, electric moment—where I think he’s going to kiss me right there. But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back, eyes still locked on mine. “Finish your cake, baby. Then we’ll see.”

I take another bite, savoring it slowly, making him watch every second. “Mmm, this is good.”

He groans again. “Not as good as you’re gonna taste.”

I nearly choke on my cake, laughter bubbling up. “You’re insane, you know that?”

He grins, unapologetic. “Only for you.”

We finish dessert in this tense, flirty dance, each of us pushing, testing and seeing how far the other will go. I love it. I love how he keeps me on my toes. I love how he looks at me like he’s ready to devour me whole.

“All right,” he says, leaning back, his expression turning serious. “You wanna get out of here?”

I nod, biting back a smile. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

We stand up and he pulls out his wallet to pay, but I beat him to it, throwing down my card.

“No way,” he argues. “I’m paying.”

“Too slow,” I tease, handing it to the waitress.

He shakes his head, but there’s a smirk on his lips. “You’re a piece of work, Jade.”

I bat my lashes. “Thank you.”

The waitress brings back my card, and Axel grabs my hand, pulling me out of the restaurant with a determined stride. “I’m driving.”

“Bossy,” I say, but I don’t argue. I like it when he takes control. I like it a lot.

We get to his car, and he opens the door for me, leaning down as I slide in. “I’m gonna make you regret that little stunt back there,” he murmurs.

My breath hitches. “Oh yeah? Can’t wait.”

He grins and shuts the door, jogging around to his side. The engine roars to life, and we peel out of the lot, heading toward who-the-fuck-knows where. All I know is, I’m ready for whatever comes next.

Axel drives us to some abandoned parking lot, his grip tight on the wheel, jaw clenched like he’s barely holding back. The car jerks to a stop and I’m about to ask where we are when he cuts me off with a growl.

“Fuck being friends,” he snaps, and before I can react, he’s grabbing me by the neck, pulling me in.

His lips crash against mine, rough and hungry. The force of it knocks the breath out of me. His hands make fists in my hair, holding me still as his mouth devours mine, tongue plunging deep like he’s starved for this. It’s messy, brutal and I’m moaning, clawing at his shoulders, needing more. The scent of him—his cologne and something far more primal—fills my head, making me dizzy.

When he pulls back, I’m gasping for air. My lips are swollen and tingling. My whole body is on fire, my stomach twisted up in knots. “Are you sure about this?” I whisper, voice shaky.

“Get out,” he orders, eyes dark, wild. He doesn’t wait for me to move, he just gets out and comes around to my side, yanking the door open. I step out, legs shaky, heart racing.

“Where are we…”

“You ask too many questions,” he growls, cutting me off again. Before I can even blink, he’s lifting me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and his mouth crashes into mine again. This kiss is even more intense, more desperate, like he’s pouring all his frustration, his desire, into it.

He carries me to the hood of his Aston Martin, laying me down like I’m something precious, then lifting my dress up, not caring about the fabric bunching around my hips. His hands are everywhere—my thighs, my waist, my ass. His lips trail down my neck, biting, sucking, and I’m arching into him, my body a live wire.

“Axel,” I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine tonight,” he mutters against my skin, his voice rough, feral. He slides down, his mouth moving lower, lower. And then his tongue is on me, hot and slick, and I’m gone.

I’m lost in the sensation of his mouth, the way he’s licking and sucking like he can’t get enough. My head falls back against the cool metal of the car hood, eyes closed and mouth open on a silent scream. The stars blur above me as I cry out, my hips bucking up, needing more and wanting everything.

“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.

He groans against me, the vibration shooting straight through me. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

And I do. I shatter for him, body convulsing, thighs squeezing his head as I ride out the waves of pleasure. He doesn’t let up, keeps going until I’m trembling, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. When he finally pulls back, his lips glisten, and he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole.

He kisses me again and I taste myself on his lips, salty and sweet. I’m still buzzing, still floating. My hands find his shirt, and I start unbuttoning it, needing to feel his skin against mine.

“It’s getting cold,” he murmurs against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. “Let’s get back in the car.”

I nod, still dazed, and he helps me off the hood, guiding me to the back seat. As soon as the door shuts, he’s on me again, lips on my neck, my collarbone, his hands sliding under my dress.

I work on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, kissing every inch of skin I expose. His chest is solid, warm, and I dig my nails into him, loving the way he groans, his hips grinding against mine.

“Fuck, Jade,” he rasps. “Do that again.”

I drag my nails down his chest, and he bucks up, his hands fumbling with his belt. I help him, tugging it free, then pushing his pants down just enough. When his cock springs free, I gasp. He’s so hard, so thick, and there are piercings lining his length—two, three, four of them.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, wrapping my hand around him, giving a squeeze. “This must’ve hurt.”

He groans, head falling back. “Yeah, but it was worth it.”

I lick a slow line up his shaft, feeling the cool metal against my tongue. He shudders, grabbing my hair. “No, baby. I need to be inside you.”

“Won’t it hurt?” I ask, still teasing him with my tongue.

He chuckles, a low, dark sound. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”

I nod, heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. He reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a condom, rolling it on with a skill that makes my stomach twist. Then he’s pulling me into his lap, positioning me over him.

“Take it slow,” he murmurs, his hands on my hips, guiding me down.

I do, inch by inch, feeling the stretch, the burn, the way he fills me so completely. I’m breathing hard, eyes locked on his, and he’s watching me like he’s seeing something sacred.

“Fuck, Jade,” he groans when I’m all the way down. “You feel so good.”

I start to move, rocking my hips, finding a rhythm. His hands grip my ass, helping me, and I’m lost in the sensation. The way he feels inside me and the way his piercings hit all the right spots.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, kissing me deep, his tongue sliding against mine. “All mine.”

I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride him, feeling every inch, every thrust. The car rocks with our movements, the windows fogging up, and I don’t care about anything but this, but him.

He thrusts up into me, hard and deep, and I’m seeing stars again, my body clenching around him. “Axel!” I cry out, feeling that sweet tension building, coiling tighter and tighter.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he growls, his thrusts getting rougher, more frantic. “Let me feel you.”

And I do. I come apart in his arms, screaming his name, my nails raking down his back. He follows right after, groaning my name like a prayer, his hips jerking as he spills into the condom.

We’re both breathing hard, still tangled up in each other, and I can’t stop smiling. I lean my forehead against his, our breaths mingling.

“Fuck, Jade,” he whispers, a lazy grin on his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Good,” I laugh, kissing him softly. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”