Axton grabbed my hand as he pushed me back against the pillows, pulling my hand to his already stone-hard cock. “You have such a smartass mouth, Dallas. And if I didn’t want it sucking my dick so badly right now I would tell you a few more things that would really surprise you. So instead of talking like I know we need to do, I’m going to fuck you until neither one of us can remember our names and then I’m going to drive you to Harper’s house in Santa Monica so you can spend some time with your friend. But tonight we are going to talk for sure.”

My mouth had gone dry the minute I touched that white hot, satin covered titanium rod he called a dick. I couldn’t think past how I wanted to suck his cock just as much as he wanted me to. So I agreed with him and then pushed on his chest until our positions were reversed and I was kissing my way down his chest.

I took my time, wanting to make sure I paid homage to every tattoo I loved. Like the music note on his right pec. Or the hoop through his left nipple. I tilted my head, examining it better. I had dared him to get this piercing one night. I never thought he would actually do it, but he had kept his eyes locked on mine the whole time it was being put in. Of course I had to get my tongue pierced that same night, because it had been his stipulation. A piercing for a piercing.

Bending my head I rubbed my studded tongue over his tiny hoop before sucking it into my mouth and pulling back ever so slightly, tugging just enough to make his hands tangle in my hair and keep me against him. “Damn, Dallas. I love that fucking mouth of yours.”

I grinned against his flesh before pulling away to continue kissing down his chest. The hard, defined edges of his six-pack abs gave me something else to explore, further delaying what I most wanted to be kissing and licking. I traced my fingers over each one, following the trail with my tongue. He tasted of sweat and something tangier, kind of spicy and a little sweet. I knew that it was Axton’s unique flavor, remembered that it had been that taste that had kept me going back for more.

My tongue dipped into his belly button and his fingers tightened in my long, thick hair. A line of dark hair, just slightly lighter than the dyed, inky black hair on his head had me following the trail with my lips. I kissed down the V of his groin until I was inches away from ten inches of broad, hard, hot dick.

The memory of how good he had felt deep inside me just a few hours ago made me whimper and I let my tongue skim over the pink mushroom-shaped head. The taste of my own desire still lingered along with his pre-cum. I grasped his hard shaft in my left hand and stroked upward, producing a few more drops of that addicting substance that I could feast on for days. I licked it away as if it were juice melting from my favorite Popsicle.

“Tease!” he muttered, pulling on my hair just enough to make it hurt a little.

I could feel my own growing desire dripping down my thighs and I used my free hand to stroke myself as I took his cock fully into my mouth. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat and I swallowed, taking him deeper. His growl of pleasure had my fingers rubbing over my clit faster, producing more liquid heat to make his eventual possession easier to accept.

“I can smell your need for me, baby,” Axton breathed. “Let me eat you. Let me taste that sweet pussy.”

No way was I moving, not when I could feel his balls tightening. He was close and so was I. I lifted my wet fingers and let him suck, letting him have the taste he claimed to need. I switched hands, holding him only with my mouth while he sucked on my fingers and I touched myself with my left hand.

My thighs began to tremble, my stomach tightening as I felt my release building. I sucked him deeper, moaning around his thick cock as my inner walls started contracting. The vibrations from moans triggered his own and I had to pull my hand from his mouth to hold on as he filled my mouth with hot shots of his release over and over again. I couldn’t swallow it all, couldn’t keep it all inside my mouth. It dripped down my chin as I continued to suck on him even as I kept rubbing out my own orgasm.

When he pulled my head from him we were both breathing hard and I was shaking from the power of my release. It was like he hadn’t given me four mind-blowing, earthshaking orgasms last night. I was wasted, completely useless as I cuddled into his side and closed my eyes.

His finger rubbed across my chin, wiping away his release. “Don’t waste it, baby,” he whispered against my ear as he placed his thickly coated finger inside my mouth. I sucked it away, loving his taste. No man tasted as good as Axton Cage, my own personal Rock God.

Harper

I didn’t say a word as we all climbed into the back of Emmie’s Escalade. Didn’t even look at her as we took our time getting settled. There were seven of us packed inside of the huge SUV, two of which were heavily pregnant. These were all my friends and I wasn’t going to ruin the time I was going to spend with them today and in the morning by opening my mouth and bitching.

Even if I was aching to do just that.

I was sitting in the middle row between Lana and Dallas, while Lucy and Natalie took the third row with Emmie driving and Layla taking shotgun. I bit my lip hard, because not only did I not want to cause trouble the day before my wedding, but I didn’t want nine-year-old Lucy to hear the words that were going to come spilling out the minute I let myself go.

It wasn’t that I was mad—not really. I was worried. Dallas had been her own version of a zombie after her breakup with Axton the last time. I didn’t want her to go through that all over again. I didn’t want her to hurt even for a second over a guy who didn’t deserve her. When she hurt, I hurt and I was tired of hurting. Being with Shane had shown me what it was like not to hurt emotionally all the time. I had gotten spoiled and now I was terrified of feeling it ever again.

God, I was such a little wimp.

“So…” Emmie could feel—probably see—the tension in me and she didn’t seem happy about it. “Let’s address the elephant in the room, shall we?”

“Lucy, headphones. Dad’s new drum solo.” I glanced over my shoulder to watch Lucy slip on a pair of Beats plugged into her iPhone. A moment later the pounding of one of Demon’s Wings’ songs reached me, the one that had a long drum solo that Jesse Thorton had perfected within a day.

Emmie kept the Escalade in Park and turned to face us all. “Have a good night, Dallas?”

She shrugged. “It was fun.”

Emmie grinned. “I bet.”

I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say a word. Lana’s hand touched one of my cold ones, soothing me just a little. Emmie saw my clenched jaw and shook her head. “Let it go, girl. I don’t need a homicidal bride on her wedding day. And Shane will be pissed if you show up looking defeated instead of ecstatic.”