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From head to toe, from perked nipples to her glistening pussy, she’s perfect. I don’t need Avery to tug me closer, my mouth closing over her clit in the next instant. I push her thighs wide open for me, the surface of the desk equal to my kneeling height. My tongue is in her, thrusting, licking, laving. She tastes so sweet, my cock strains at full attention. I can’t deny myself this time, unable to withhold from standing and sliding straight into her. Avery gasps and moans, a sound that will be imprinted in my mind forever. It’s the sound of pure pleasure, and for once, it’s all for me.
Lifting her from the desk, I fuck her without restraint. There’s no need to pretend we aren’t both chasing the same high, the same grip of reality which has been slipping. My breaths slip out in heavy pants between heated kisses, her teeth traveling down to bite my neck. I groan, every nerve ending in my body buzzing and alive. She marks me everywhere she can reach, not holding back. This is what I wanted, an outlet for us both. Avery pretends she isn’t shaken by the ordeal at her home, the mystery that's unfurling around her. Now she knows, I’ll be here to help her forget.
My balls slap against her ass as I pound harder, faster. There’s no telling who breaks first, our matching groans ringing out as we cum together. I push us through, until every drop has been drawn out of me and is seeping down Avery’s thighs. I’m still rock hard inside of her, my long legs crossing the room in four steps.
Without withdrawing from her tight cunt, I step into the shower and switch on the faucet. A lukewarm spray washes away the sweat coating our skin. I kiss Avery feverishly, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. Pushing her against the tiled wall, she gasps into me, her back arched. I move slower this time, long and languid thrusts, following the rise and fall of her body with each one. Her arms fall away, giving me full, unregulated control over her body. Reaching for the provided shower gel, I lift her hand and squeeze a huge dollop into her palm.
“Avery sweetheart. Please touch me.” I place her hand on my chest. She is so compliant, lathering me, washing me. I lean into her every touch, my body rolling and drawing the sweetest sounds from my parted lips. Once she deems me clean and the water eradicates all of her hard work, Avery looks up at me from beneath hooded eyes, her chest flushed.
“Axel baby. Please make me forget.” And I do just that.
Chapter Forty Eight
Stepping into the frat house at Waversea is surreal. It feels like a lifetime since we were all last here, not merely two weeks. Having been through surgery, multiple x-rays and a constant drip of the best morphine money can buy, my arm is now held to my chest in a tight sling to support my collarbone. Wyatt ushers in behind me with our bags, micromanaging every move I make. I don’t have the energy to chastise him for it. Already, just from walking from the car to the front door, I’m exhausted.
My feet begin to drag as I shuffle towards the staircase and Garrett slides out of the kitchen to help me. I wrap my right arm around his shoulders to lean against him. I gave up resisting when Avery straddled me in the hospital bed and spoon fed me jello. As if reading my mind, Garrett groans.
“Lay off the desserts for a while, big guy. Without your good looks, you’ve got nothing to fall back on.” I bark a laugh, which sends a sharp slice of pain through my shoulder.
“Fuck off, I’ll always be beautiful.” I say, despite the grease in my hair and the whole hospital ick lingering on me. I just wanted to get out of that damn place as quickly as possible. Easing me to the top of the stairs, Garrett forces me to walk the last twenty feet to where he’s opening my bedroom door. An angel is lying upon my bed. Her blonde hair pools around her as she sleeps peacefully, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest making everything I’ve been through worth it. I’d jump into the firing line for everyone in this house, including Avery.
“She fell asleep waiting for you,” Garrett flashes me a smile as he turns to leave, then pauses. “I’m so glad you’re home,” his breath whooshes out of him. The smile shifts for something much more vulnerable to take its place. I offer out my right arm and tuck Garrett into my side.
“Me too, brother. Me too.” After giving me a tight squeeze and actually making a ‘squee’ sound, Garrett leaves me. I stand in the doorway, unable to bring myself inside. Avery insisted on coming back to Waversea early to get my room ready – and it looks fucking perfect. Eventually, I shuffle in. Wyatt appears with my bag in his hand, throwing it across the floor and closing the door behind me. Avery’s eyes flutter open and her bright smile eases any pain I might have felt.
“You’re back.” She rises to greet me, kneeling on the mattress. I twist to sit on the bed with a huff, each movement feeling taxing on my usually strong body. Tender hands slowly push their way around my stomach from behind as she rests her head on my good shoulder.
“I know I’ve said it a hundred times, but I’m still so thankful for you saving me. If you hadn’t been there…” she whispers into my ear, ducking her head to place a kiss onto my neck. My right fist clenches. As long as I live and breathe, no one will be taking Avery away from me. Unclenching my fingers, I turn to rest my cheek on her head. Anger has no place in here right now; I’ll reserve it all for later.
“If this is leading to a ‘thank you blowjob’, can I redeem at another time?” Her laughter lifts my heart as she lowers me onto my back, but she doesn’t outright say no. Removing my shoes, she flicks on the TV and snuggles up to me. Sleep begins to pull me back under but I’m eager to stay in Avery’s company. Her curves are pressed against me in an oversized nightshirt, her bare leg hooked over mine in the flannel pajamas I’ve been wearing for two days.
“Hey sweetheart, would you be able to run me a bath when I wake up?” I breathe heavily as the darkness takes me away before I can hear the response. The next thing I know, Avery is gently shaking my arms as I wake from the most peaceful sleep, thanks to the effects of the painkillers I was given before leaving the hospital.
“Your bath is ready,” she smiles sweetly. The cast of golden hair hanging around her is like a halo, lifting me from one dream into the next. I should tamper down the swell of affection growing within, but I’m done hiding. I came too close to leaving words unsaid and emotions unexplored.
Reaching up to cup Avery’s cheek, she shifts and grabs my offered hand, helping me out of bed. Despite feeling much more rested, I allow Avery to lead me into the bathroom I share with Dax, and watch her unbutton my long-sleeved pajama top. Smoothing her hands beneath the red checked material, her lips brush my neck as she tiptoes up to push the top over my shoulders with extreme care. The dressing taped to my chest is huge in comparison to the size of the bullet hole, but that’ll work in my favor for the sympathy vote.
“Enjoy your soak,” she breathes into my ear before strolling towards my bedroom with swaying hips.
“Aren’t you going to help me take my trousers off?” I ask, readjusting my stiffening erection. At least that still works. Avery smiles over her shoulder at me, battering her blue eyes as she opens the door to reveal a topless Dax on the other side. He winks and blows me a kiss before sidestepping Avery to advance on me. “Actually, I think I’ll manage,” I say in a light tone. Before Avery started slipping into my bed at night, I typically slept and moved around the house naked. Which is why Dax isn’t fazed as I shake my pants down, he then helps me into the tub, careful not to get my dressing wet as I relax in the warm water.
“How are you feeling?” Dax asks from his position perched on the sink’s counter.
“I’m alright man,” I lie, “just trying to focus on getting my strength back. Keep moving forward, right? Besides, this is gonna be a killer scar one day.” He chuckles along with me but doesn’t say anything else, allowing me to rest my head back. We all have our roles to play, a finely balanced dynamic to maintain, and brooding is Wyatt’s forte. But the truth is, I thought I was fine before I re-entered this house. Now I’m not so sure. My mind wanders into nothingness, where no thought or pain can reach. A vast open space that I could easily lose myself in if Dax didn’t break the silence.
“Mafia or vampires?” he asks. Him and his damn collection of raunchy paperbacks. Avery reappears with a jug to wash my hair, answering for me.
“Don’t hold back the good stuff, Daxy. Be a good boy and dig out the monster smut.” Dax does as he’s told, while Avery attends to sitting me upright, massaging my scalp with frothy shampoo before rinsing it all out.
“Maybe I’ll get shot more often,” I joke.
“I’ll wash your hair for you whenever you like, if you promise to never take a bullet for me again. We were so worried about you.” I snort at Avery’s response, knowing full well I would take that bullet for her a thousand times over if it meant she’s safe. Once healed and strong enough, I’ll be heading the investigation as to why her home was broken into in the first place. From what I’ve understood, nothing was taken. Those men were there for her.
Dax returns with a book in hand, the cover questionable. Avery finishes my hair and pats her hands dry, sitting on the floor by the tub. I lean my good arm over for her to hug while Dax crosses his legs on the countertop and opens the book.
“Ohh!” Avery straightens excitedly. “I love this one! The minotaur and the milkmaid.” I look up at the ceiling blankly.
“You guys are weird,” I remark. Either way, Dax and Avery take it in turn to read a chapter each until the water turns cold. I find myself oddly fascinated by the time the milkmaid has got to the actual ‘milking’ but Wyatt calls through that it’s time for dinner. Dax carries over a fluffy towel from the heated towel rack and uses his upper body strength to lift me from the tub. Wiping the soapy water from my chest first, he then wraps the towel around my waist.
