The Axelridge Series Book 1 Finn's Slapshot

FINN

I walk up to April as she wraps her sweater around her and wipes her cheeks.

She smiles. “Thanks for finding him.”

“Don’t thank me for that. I would move hell for the kid.” I say as I slide my hands in my pockets. “I would just love to know what he’s thinking.”

She huffs a chuckle. “He's thirteen. It’s all girls, friends and pissing off your parents. You know that.”

I scratch my temple. “Right. If I did that, my dad would’ve killed me. I was already a walking disappointment." I smirk.

“Yeah. I remember.” She nods.

“I…I should go.” I motion to my truck.

“You want to stay…for awhile. Catch up. I’m still not over losing Ben…I could use…” She twists her fingers together as she tries to ask me in for a drink.

I smile. “Sure. I can stay.”

She fixes her hair and walks into the house, I follow her in.

After cleaning up, she sits on the couch and I bring out two cups of coffee. I hand her one. “It’s dark roast. The hard stuff.” I chuckle.

She laughs as she leans back. “Oh. I got my 3 year pin.”

“You did? That’s excellent. I’m so proud of you.” I say as I prop my head on my hand and my elbow in the back of the couch.

“Yep. 3 years of sobriety.” She heaves a breath. “It’s hard. Days like this don’t make it easy.”

I agree. “That’s why you have me. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I try, but he’s just like his father. Hard headed and determined to do the opposite of what you say.” She laughs.

“I think that’s any teenager.” I lean to her and laugh too.

“Finn…Thank you again for finding him. If something ever happened to him…” She starts.

I place a hand on her cheek. “He's safe and he always will be. You both will. I’ll make sure of that.” Her eyes float around my face for a minute before her lips meet mine. She holds my cheek and her tongue asks for entrance. Of course, I give it to her and let her in.

This is her alcohol. This keeps her from losing her shit and drinking. If this is what she needs, I’m going to give it to her without complaint or expectation. I need to do what I can to keep this family together. If that means being a hookup for stress relief, I’m here for it. It helps that I still want her like no tomorrow. That never changed through our whole fucked up relationship. As much as I try to stay in my lane, April is my world and she always will be even if she’s not actually in it.

We flop in her bed and I shove my tongue down her throat. I pull her t-shirt up and pull her bra cup down, releasing her soft breast. I suck her nipple into my mouth and she moans. She’s pulls my t-shirt up my back and I sit up. I one hand it and pull it off. Throwing it.

I unhook her bra and pull her up. I rip her shirt and bra off. She flops back down and I grab her chest. I’m a huge boob man and Aprils C cups are spectacular. I nip, lick and suck them both.

She pushes me up, pops the button on my jeans and shoves her hand into my boxers. Her thin fingers grab my girth and I growl on her lips.

I pop the button on her jeans and shove my hand into her panties. I find her slit and rub her wet pussy while she strokes my hardening dick.

We rub each other until we can’t take it ay more, I pull her hand out and pull my pants off with my boxers, socks and boots.

I push her down, grab the hem of her jeans and pull them off her long legs.

I smirk and she smiles back. I flip her over, arch her back and pull her ass up. I play with the thong strap between her thighs. Moving it to the side, I dive into her slit with my tongue from behind.

“Yess…Finn…” She breathes.

We have to be quiet for the kids sake. It’s torture, but it’s respectful.

My tongue moves up and down her pussy and makes circles around her clit.

She’s moaning into the sheets as I flick her fast.

I sit up and slide a finger into her. I pump it as I run my nails gently down her spine. “Yeah, baby…You like that, don’t you?” I kiss her skin as my free fingers rub her clit.

“Yes!” She muffles into the blanket. “God yes!”

“You want something better though.” I bite my lip as she arches more. “Yeah, you do.”

I pull my finger out, plant a foot on the bed, fist my rock hard cock and line up. With a deep growl, I shove it into her entrance.

“Oh, fuck…” She white knuckles the blankets and pushes her ass against my hips.

I push her cheeks up and slam my dick into her.

I give her full length strokes to the base as she moans so loud, she can barely hide it. I reach over and toss her a pillow. She grabs it and buries her face into it.

I love the fact that she wants to scream her face off. It only makes me fuck her harder.

I grab her hair and bare down on her. I thrust hard and deep into her swollen pussy. She tightens and I can feel her orgasm rise.

“Yeah, baby…Do it…” I pant.

I squeeze her ass and push it up more, giving her the shot of her fucking life. My wolfs adds more power and I thrust into her hard.

“Fuck, Finn!!!” She screams into the pillow.

I reach down and grab her breast as I ram her climax through. Her pussy clamps and she comes all over me.

“Yes, baby!” I growl.

“Yessss!”

When she’s spent, I pull out, flip her over, hook her legs on my arms and shove in again. I slam my lips on her as my hips hit hers deep and hard.

My balls twitch and I grind as my orgasm starts to peak. A few more pounds and they slam up.

“Shit..” I mumble on her lips.

I pull out quick and my release explodes all over her thigh.

“Fuck…Damn…” I clench and moan as I stroke out the last shots on her skin. I kiss her again as I finish.

I pull back, sucking on her lip. Panting, I smile. “I need to invest in protection.” I chuckle. “That was close.”

She wipes my face as she catches her breath. “You know…the chances are…like one in a billion right?” She giggles.

“My luck? You’re that billion.” I get up and go to the bathroom for a towel. I come back and wipe off the slow moving streams of my come off her skin. “Ben’s enough. I don’t need a kid like me.” I toss the towel to the hamper and it misses. “Fuck. That’s why Noah’s the basketball player.” I laugh as I go pick it up.

She laughs too and slides under the blankets. I slide in with her. “I don’t know, Finn. A child changes things, you know. You’re good with Ben. No reason why you wouldn’t be good with your own.”

I pull her into my chest and place a hand behind my head. “Nope, I don’t need a kid. Ben’s all I need.” I kiss her head.

“Only because you can give him back.” She laughs.

“No. If I could have him around all the time, I would. I just know, he’s not like me. Sure we but heads like we're the same, but he’s trying to find his place. I get that. Now, a kid with my blood? That would be a disaster.” I rub the skin of her shoulder as I think of all the damage I could do to a kid like me. At least Ben has his mother to protect him from my bullshit most of the time.

And I have a lot of bullshit. I try not to project it which is why I’m kind of glad I’m not around all the time. My outlets are not kid friendly and when I need an outlet, I tend to go overboard with it. Usually, that gets me in shit and I don’t need a kid seeing that. Ben’s at least spared from that part of my life.

I can be there for Ben, but I swore off kids of my own and I’m still holding true to that. Besides, I need to focus on this family. I don’t have time to create my own. I don’t think I ever will.

****

The next morning, I bounce down the stairs after having a fabulous sleep and waking up to April still cuddling into me.

Yeah, it was a shit night, but I think I can take a little time to reflect on how good it ended. She’s so good, I really can’t deny her anytime she asks. It may be selfish, but I like that I can have her when I want and vice versa. If she gets with someone, of course that'll change. For now, she’s my go to and I love that.

She’s in a short nightgown and robe in the kitchen and I come up behind her. I kiss her cheek. “I slept like a rock. How about you?”

I take a cup of coffee as she turns around. “Same, but it was a stressful day.” She lifts her cup to her full lips.

“True, but I fixed it.” I lean to her and kiss her lips.

“Yes, you did.” She agrees.

I go to the fridge and pull out an apple. “I’m revoking Ben’s allowance for a month.”

“What?” She responds.

“He has too much spending money. It’s time he learned responsibility. I’m also signing him up to the junior league team.” I take a bite of the apple and lean on the counter.

“Finn…” She sets her cup down.

I hold up my hand. “Before you say anything, hockey will give him discipline, structure and respect. All of which he’s missing.”

“Hang on…” She stands and crosses her arms. “The allowance I can agree to, to a point, but I draw the line at hockey.”

“I get you hate the game, April, but he needs this.” I insist.

“No, he doesn’t, Finn. Hockey is the last thing he needs.” She argues.

“April, you want him ruling the ice or ruling a prison because that’s where he’s headed.” I lean to her and motion to my hand to the side.

“He's not headed for prison, Finn. It’s like you say, he’s just finding his place in this world and he needs space and time to do that.” She says.

“The last thing that kid needs is space and time. He’s bored enough. He needs something to occupy his time. He needs the team.” I point up the stairs and argue.

“Why? So he can turn out like you?” She claps back.

“What? No! It’ll keep him off the streets. It builds character and teaches him teamwork!” I defend.

“It also makes you selfish, avoidant and violent.” She crosses her arms and kicks out a leg.

“Oh, here we go.” I throw a hand in the air and turn away from her. I turn back and point at her. “That’s entirely your opinion. No one else's.”

“That’s my experience, Finn. Don't pretend it’s not.” She narrows her eyes.

“OK…You know what, I’m going…” I grab my jacket and shrug it on. “I’m not doing this with you again. You do what you want.”

“Finley, you said you’d talk with him.” She says to my back.

“It’s obvious you won’t take my advice, so there’s no point. I try to help and I get it thrown back at me. Fine. Handle it yourself.” I scowl and head for the door.

She follows me out. “You can’t just run just because you don’t get your way, Finn.”

“Watch me.” I walk to my drivers door.

She says stands on the other side. “Ben is my son.” Her harsh words are like a slap in the face.

I bite the inside of my lip. “I know. I don’t need to be put in my place. I have a good fucking idea where I stand in this family.” I sarcastically say as I open the door.

“Finn.” She says as I slam the door, start the truck and back out.

This is also typical after a night with April. Something causes a fight.

Most of the time it has something to do with the game and I’m constantly defending myself to her. The game isn’t that makes me fight with her. It’s me. Every time I try to help, she pushes back and it pisses me off. Just because Ben isn’t mine, doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s good for him. At least I give a shit. Ben has way more than I ever did. A father that actually cares about what happens to him. She’ll never see that. All she sees is the game destroyed us, not my father.

My father did things for himself. He felt he was father of the year and was just cursed with an asshole son.

I’m different. Everything I do, I do for Ben. Unlike my father, I don’t have to. I can walk, but I don’t. All I’m doing is trying doing right by Ben like I promised. Doing things different than my dad. I’m trying to make Ben into the man he should be. I don’t understand why April wouldn’t want that too. Sure, I’ve made mistakes with her, but she shouldn’t punish Ben for it or me for that matter.

I'm not my father.