Blended with Pain: Notorious Devils (Cash Bar Book 4) Page 18

  “We’re going home?” he asks once we pull into the Cash Bar parking lot.

  I grin, turning back to him. “Chicken nuggets, little man,” I wink.

  Sliding out of the car, I help him out and the two of us walk into the bar. The place is practically empty, and I catch Traci’s eye from across the bar. She lifts her hand in a wave. I gently tug Axe behind me as we make our way toward our table.

  Traci appears a few seconds later, obviously, Axe has made her move double quick. “Hey Sugar Pop, what can I get you?” she asks, crouching down in front of him.

  He shifts in his seat, shyly. “Do you hab chicken nuggets?” he whispers.

  “I do, with fries?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. Axe nods excitedly and Traci straightens her legs to stand. She lifts her hand to his blond head and tousles his hair.

  “Burger?” she accurately guesses. I lift my chin. “Where’s Carson?”

  “Visiting Tank,” I mutter, leaning back slightly in my chair.

  I glance down to Traci’s inner forearm and spy Ice’s name on her skin, my lips twitching in a smile. “Already? You boys don’t waste a minute, do you?”

  I shrug a shoulder, not verbalizing a response. I don’t know what it would be, or should be. Why waste even a minute when I know for a fact that Carson isn’t going anywhere, she can’t. She’s fucking stuck with me. Good, bad or ugly.

  Traci hums. “Well don’t make her quit, she’s the best waitress we have. I mean Esme is good, but she’s seconds from popping that baby out. We need Carson.” She turns and walks away from us. I watch her ass for a beat before turning back to Axe.

  “Are you going to marry my CarCar?” Axe asks out of the blue.

  I cough, attempting to clear my throat. “Umm, one day, yeah.” I lift my chin.

  He smiles, leaning forward as if he has a big secret for me. “She makes the best cookies ever, you should make her your mommy.”

  Something unfurls in my gut. Something I didn’t think I had inside of me. Appreciation, awe, and lust for this woman fills and explodes inside of me. It’s something bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before. Love. Not just because of how I feel about her, but how my own child feels about her. Fuck. I didn’t think it could be possible, to fall for a woman through the eyes of my son.

  “I’ll definitely think about it, bud,” I say with a husky voice.

  Traci appears with our food and we sit and enjoy our meal. Axe rattles on between bites of his chicken and sips of his water. I hear all about his favorite cars, and how he is going to be a ninja when he grows up. He tells me that he can’t wait to start going to see Miss Gracie. I find out that Carson had a meeting with her just a couple days ago and he’s going to go to her daycare until he’s a big boy and can start school.

  I’m lost in my son. In his smiles, his voice, and the way every little thing excites him. I don’t know how long we spend at the bar, but I know Carson’s tattoos are probably close to being finished. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and send a text to Houston asking if he and Roxie are at the trailer.

  HOUSTON: Here. Not good.

  “Damn,” I curse to myself.

  I was going to drop Axe off so that I could maybe get a few minutes alone with Carson, fuck her, with her brand new ink, for the first time. Standing, I take some bills out of my pocket, glancing up at Traci. “Hey, Trace?” I call out.

  She turns to me, a smile on her face as she makes her way toward us. “I have to go to Tank’s and pick up Carson, can Axe chill in Ginger’s office or something while I go do that? We’ll be back in about thirty?”

  Traci’s lips twitch in a smile and she nods “Yeah, you go right on ahead. I got the little man.” She holds out her hand and I watch as Axe slips his fingers inside.

  Lifting my hand, I give her a wave and jog out of the bar. Abandoning Carson’s car, I head out of the back of the bar toward my bike. Straddling my machine, I start the engine and head toward Tank’s tattoo shop.

  It doesn’t take me long to arrive and when I do, I practically sprint inside. Carson is there, looking in the mirror, her eyes glued to the handheld mirror in her hand, staring behind her at the ink that is scrawled along the base of her neck.

  Fucking shit.

  I can see it from where I stand.

  Keys.

  Written in a scroll, feminine lettering, all in black.

  Her head turns toward me, and her big blue eyes meet mine. “C’mon, Sweet Pea,” I murmur.

  She nods, walking into the private room, I assume to put on her shirt and gather her bag and shit. Tank clears his throat beside me. “You like?” he asks, his lips twitching into a smile.

  Digging into my pocket, I pull out more money than I need. Shoving it toward him. “Love it,” I admit.

  I hear him laugh, but Carson is headed toward me, and I only have eyes for her.

  “Remember my instructions, babe,” Tank calls out.

  Carson stops, directly in front of me, but she turns her head to face Tank. “Yes, Tank. Thanks,” she smiles.

  Placing my palm against her lower back, I guide her out of the parlor. “Where’s my car? Where’s Axe?” she demands immediately.

  “We’re going for a little ride,” I murmur, letting my hand fall from her and straddling my bike.

  Hesitantly, she climbs on behind me and I feel her tits press against my back. I need her, and now. I can’t wait another hour, let alone a few more days until we’re in our place. Starting the engine, I guide my bike toward the clubhouse, knowing that at least I’ll have a little privacy in my room so that I can be inside of her before I fucking explode.

  CARSON

  WE RIDE for only a few minutes. I don’t pay attention to where we’re going. My eyes are closed, my chest pressed against Ace’s back and my tattoos tender. I don’t know what possessed me to get Axe’s name, but it’s something I’d been thinking on for a while, something I needed. I’m not his mother, but I’ve raised him, I feel like a mom.

  The bike stops and Ace cuts the engine but doesn’t move. We’re in a wooded place, quiet and secluded. He wraps his hand around my own at his waist and gives them a squeeze. “If you’d asked me a month ago if I wanted an Old Lady I would have told you fuck no,” he mutters. “Even when I told you to pack your shit and I was pissed as fuck, I would have told you I wasn’t claiming you, just using you until I got bored,” he explains, and I try to pull out of his hold, but he doesn’t allow it.

  “Why are you telling me this?” I ask on a hiss.

  He finally releases me, and I scramble off of his bike, taking a few steps back from him and crossing my arms over my chest. Ace stands, closing the distance between us, but he doesn’t touch me. There’s only about six inches between us, and I frown, waiting for him to respond.

  “I don’t feel that way anymore, Carson. My anger with you lasted about two seconds, my desire to keep you unclaimed and use you, even less. I care about you, Sweet Pea. Swear to fuck, I do.”

  I blink, shifting my gaze to look at the ground, at my feet, and inhale deeply before letting it all out. “I would have let you, you know?” I murmur, shifting my gaze back up to him. “I would have let you use me. I expected it, assumed it. I apologized to Sadie for liking the way you make me feel. I know it’s wrong, I know, and I was going to let you use and lose me,” I admit.

  “Now?”

  I shrug, my eyes searching his. “Now I’m falling for you and I hate myself for it.”

  “Because of Sadie?” he guesses.

  I nod, then shake my head, then nod again. “I don’t know. At first it was Sadie, then I didn’t want to give Axe the wrong idea, and then I didn’t want to have my heart shattered.”

  Finally, he touches me, he reaches out and slides his fingers into the hair at the back of my head, twisting the strands and pulling me against his chest. He tips his head down, his eyes scanning my own. “We’re a fucked up pair,” he mutters.

  “I know, Ace,” I rasp.

  His lip
s gently brush my own. His nose sliding alongside mine and I inhale his scent. “I’m not letting you go. I’m not using and losing you. You’re mine, Carson. My woman. Fucking mine,” he growls before his lips slam against my own.

  I whimper from the rough kiss, my eyes sliding closed and my lips parting. His tongue invades, tastes, and consumes my entire being. He doesn’t confess his love for me, but I’m okay with that. I’m not sure if I love him, myself, not yet at least.

  I know I’m falling though.

  Falling hard and fast.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CARSON

  ACE’S COCK presses against my belly, hard and impatient. I clench my legs together, the ache growing between them, begging for more of him. We’re outside though, it’s secluded, but still—outside. Ace’s fingers gently glide down my side and I hiss when they touch Axe’s tattoo.

  “I want to see my son’s name on your body. I want to see my name on your body. I want to fuck you, Carson,” he mutters against my lips.

  I let out a breath as his fingers fist the material of my shirt. He drags it up my body releasing my lips until I’m bared to him, the wind kissing my skin. “Will anyone see?” I ask, my eyes darting around the empty woods surrounding us.

  “No, Sweet Pea, nobody will see a fucking thing,” he grunts as he drops my shirt to the ground. His fingers then reach for the button of my jeans, tugging on it. He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he unzips my pants. “Shimmy out of those, I need to be inside of you,” he rasps.

  A shiver rolls through me. I do as he demands. I shimmy out of my jeans and kick off my canvas shoes. Standing completely naked in front of him, I feel vulnerable. Not just because I’m nude in the woods, not just because he’s still clothed, but also because he can see me—all of me. The man’s eyes can see through me, I know that they can.

  Ace reaches out, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and tugs me behind him. He stops with his back to his bike, his eyes traveling the length of my body. He raises my arm high and looks at my side. In scroll is Axe’s full name.

  Axe McCrae Everett

  “He has my last name as his middle name,” he announces. “Sadie did that for me?” he asks.

  I bite the corner of my lip, unsure if I should tell him the truth. Wriggling my wrist from his grasp, I move my hand to cup his cheek. His eyes lift from my side and meet my own. “Sadie didn’t name him,” I whisper.

  “You named him?”

  I nod, tears filling my eyes. I can’t speak, I don’t want to tell him how Sadie completely downward spiraled the moment he was born. How she didn’t hold him, refused to even attempt to breastfeed, how she didn’t really want much to do with him. Then she started using again behind my back.

  Ace doesn’t demand I tell him anything else, doesn’t make me explain, instead his lips crash against mine in another bruising kiss. Moaning, my hands wrap around his neck, my chest presses against the leather and soft cotton of his clothes. Groaning, I rub my hard nipples against his chest, relishing in the feeling of the mix of material against my skin.

  He spins us around so that my back is to his bike now, his tongue invading and tasting my mouth. I’ll never get tired of his kiss, not ever. Bruising, gentle, whatever he gives me, it’s exactly what I crave. His lips leave my mouth, traveling down the column of my neck.

  “Turn around, Sweet Pea. Put your hands on the seat and stick that beautiful ass out for me,” he murmurs against my skin.

  Slowly, I do what he asks. Closing my eyes, I turn around, bend over the seat of his bike and place my palms down on the seat. Ace gathers my hair and slides it over one shoulder. His lips touch just below my new ink, then travel down my spine until he reaches my lower back.

  His hands wrap around the globes of my ass and squeeze, pulling my cheeks apart. “This cunt, Carson. It was made for me,” he whispers. His breath touches my damp center and I let out a trembling exhale.

  I hear his knees hit the ground, the crunching of the leaves as each knee touches down. Then his mouth is between my legs. Rearing my head back, I arch and press my center closer to his face. I feel his tongue flick my clit causing me to let out a cry that echoes around the trees.

  Ace growls against my pussy. I push against him even more, riding his face unashamed and searching for my pleasure. His hands grab ahold of my ass, spreading my cheeks again before his tongue slips inside of my center. Releasing my hands from the bike’s seat, I slip it between my legs and touch myself.

  Between Ace’s tongue and my fingers, it doesn’t take me long to come, my legs trembling and threatening to give out from beneath me. Lowering my forehead to the bike’s seat, I inhale a deep breath before I let it out, needing to calm myself.

  I hear fabric rustling, a belt’s clink then I feel Ace’s cock pressing against my pussy. Without a word, I straighten my arm, place both of my palms flat on the seat again. Rearing back, I take him inside of me.

  “Goddamn, Carson,” he grinds out, his hands flying to my hips, his fingers gripping me and holding me still in my place.

  Reaching back with one hand, I wrap my fingers around his wrist as I turn my head around so I can catch a glimpse of him behind me. “You feel good, sweetheart,” I moan.

  His breath hitches at my words, his fingers gripping me even tighter before he loosens his hold. He pulls almost completely out of me, then slams back inside causing my breath to hitch. He reaches forward, releasing my hip to wrap his fist in my hair, twisting it around his fist four times.

  “Knew it would be four fists, fuck,” he grunts. He tugs my head back, my neck and back arching even more while his hips thrust, his cock moving inside of me. “Relax, Carson. Take what I give you.”

  Humming, I close my eyes, my body relaxes, and I do exactly what he suggests. I take what he gives me, enjoying the way he stretches me so full, to the point of sweet pain. It doesn’t take me long to climb to the edge of my release. I’m still riding the high of my climax from just a few moments ago.

  Pushing back against him, meeting his hips with my ass, both of us groan. “My name on your neck, this view is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Sweet Pea,” he rasps.

  “I’m close, please,” I pant.

  He releases my hair. His hand sliding down my side, his fingers graze my clit and I cry out. He pinches the sensitive bud, our bodies’ movements never wavering. It doesn’t take me long to reach my climax, he rubs firm circles, then pinches my clit again and I’m done.

  This time my knees don’t threaten to give out, they do. Ace’s hand on my clit moves to support my belly, his other hand wraps even tighter around my hip, holding me up. His moves don’t even falter, he fucks me harder, chasing his own release.

  He slams into me, his movements erratic until he finally plants himself to the root, his release filling me. His mouth touches my shoulder, careful not to touch my new ink. His tongue tastes me, nipping my skin. Slowly, he pulls out of me and I hear him grunt. I’m too spent to move, I stay bent over, fully aware that I’m completely exposed, but I can’t move.

  “Nothing prettier than my mark on my woman’s skin, and my cum leaking out of her sweet pussy,” he mutters behind me.

  I snort. Lifting my head to look behind me. His gaze is hooded, his eyes focused on my center before he looks up at me.

  “You’re disgusting,” I whisper.

  He grins. “Yeah, Sweet Pea, I know.”

  Straightening, I turn toward him, watching as he finishes buckling his belt. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his waist and tip my head back to look into his blue eyes. He’s sated, his gaze is soft, and he’s never looked sexier, that is unless he’s in the middle of his climax.

  “Thank you, for everything,” I murmur.

  “Everything?”

  Nodding, I rise to my toes and press my lips against his. “A place to live, taking care of me and Axe. Everything,” I breathe.

  His hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer against his body, crushing me against his
chest. “I’m a fucking asshole,” he mutters. “I’m not keeping you because I’m a good man, I’m keeping you because I can.”

  I smile against his lips. “I know, and I’m staying because I want to.”

  KEYS

  I’M STAYING because I want to.

  She never ceases to say something that knocks me on my ass, and she’s done it yet again. Brushing my lips with hers, I give her a gentle kiss before taking a step away. Reaching down, I busy myself with gathering her shit. We need to get back to Axe.

  Carson dresses in silence, but I can feel her gaze on me the entire time. I want to tell her how I feel. Then I decide against it, because I may be a pussy for her, but I’m not that much of one, not yet at least. I know I’m close, so fucking close to falling off of the edge and giving her all of me to take. I’ve never given myself to someone else, not like that.

  “Let’s get back to our boy,” I announce.

  Her eyes brighten, they fucking dance for me and I can’t help but grin over at her. I love this look on her face, it’s downright goddamn gorgeous. I straddle my bike, waiting for her to climb on behind me. She leans forward once she’s on, her lips touching the side of my neck for a brief moment.

  Without a word, I start the bike’s engine and tear out of the woods. I’m feeling too much. Too goddamn much, and I don’t hate it. She has my fucking heart. It’s too soon for me to feel this way, I haven’t known her long enough. She’s done me in, one kiss, one fuck, one touch. I’ve fallen for her.

  It doesn’t take us long to ride to the bar. We pull into the back parking lot, and once I’m parked, we both silently climb off.

  “Ace,” she calls out once I’ve taken her hand in mine.

  Looking down, I stop walking and wait for her to continue. She gives me a small smile, her fingers squeeze mine and then she finally speaks. “I’m excited for what’s to come.”

  I shake my head once. “Me too, Sweet Pea. First things first, we’re getting your shit together, buying furniture, and moving your asses into that place as soon as possible,” I announce.