by Lindsey Hart
Alix grinned. “This is exactly what I want. Just you. Right here. In the very place we’ve both come to think of as our own.”
Ross ran the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips. “Now it’s ours,” he breathed.
“Ours,” she whispered back in wonderment.
There wasn’t a single other word in the world she liked better.
CHAPTER 15
Ross
Confession time. The thought of deflowering Alix scared the shit out of him. He never wanted to hurt her. He didn’t want to disappoint her. A girl’s first time was something they remembered forever. He wanted her to have it with him. God, he wanted it more than anything, to be her first, to love her and treat her proper, but it was also scary as hell.
What if he disappointed her somehow? What if he came in two seconds? What if she thought his dick was disgusting?
Okay, she’d touched his dick before. Seen it too. She probably wouldn’t be here if she thought it was gross. She wasn’t the type to be into pity sex and she sure as fuck wasn’t a gold digger. She wanted him long before he was ever rich, and she had no problem telling him off after.
Alix opened the door first. She scrambled out of the car and raced around to the back seat. By the time he joined her, she was already peeling off clothes. Which was good. Because his hands were shaking and suddenly, he was having trouble with his own.
Alix peeled her shirt off. That flamingo tank that he wanted to rip clean off her body. She peeled her bra away and kicked out of her jeans in record time, all before he managed to get his stupid t-shirt off. He couldn’t look at her. His hands fumbled with his jeans. His cock already felt like it was going to explode, and he was pretty sure the knee to the nuts earlier hadn’t damaged anything, because they felt like they were functioning just fine, tightening up and doing the point of detonation thing too.
Just like before. Alix was going to be the death of him. Of his reputation.
He couldn’t wait.
He wanted the entire world to know that she was his and he was hers and that he did, after all, cheesily enough, corny enough, believe in the one.
“Get your pants off!” Alix whispered shouted as she scrambled across the back seat of the car, a naked goddess, and tugged at his jeans.
The things weren’t even that tight and she still had to peel them off of him. She wasn’t gentle. She tugged so hard that denim gave him denim burns down his legs. He didn’t know that was even possible. She attacked his boxers next, freeing his cock so that it sprung up between them like it had a mind of its own.
She curled her hand around his shaft and stroked him from base to tip, and oh right. His cock definitely had a mind of its own and right now, it was purring and enjoying the hell out of what Alix was doing.
She stroked him a couple of times before he even realized where he was or what was happening or remembered his own name. He was just about to open his mouth and try to produce sounds and noises that equated to language, when she lowered her face and suddenly it wasn’t just her hand wrapped around his shaft. It was her lips too.
She took him into her mouth. Into her warm, tight, luscious, amazing mouth. His. Cock. Was. In. Her. Mouth.
Ross threw back his head and tried to think about the embarrassing scene in the kitchen. About anything. Anything to slow down what was happening, because he was seriously, seriously about to embarrass himself like he was the virgin, not Alix.
“Alix!” He twisted his fingers in her hair. “Alix Bear- god- you’re going to kill me here.”
She jerked her head up, her cheeks flushed. “Am I- was I- doing it wrong? Was it not good?”
“Fuck,” he ground out. Apparently, she’d never done that either and that- that nearly threw him over the edge. “Yes, you’re doing it right. It’s just that- I…” This time it was his turn for his face to flush.
“What?” She stared at him, then it finally sunk in. “Oh,” she breathed. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
She stared at him, pressed up against the door so hard that the handle thing was digging into his lower back, probably leaving marks. She shook her head so hard that the dark curtain of her hair flew all over the place.
“I don’t care. It’s okay. This is me, Ross. Me. Honestly, it’s flattering. It’s more than flattering. Just get it out of the way. There’s nothing you can do with me that I haven’t imagined already.”
“Alix!” He hissed. It wasn’t a disappointed hiss or chastisement. His cock jerked between them and he had to nearly bite his tongue off to keep from coming. He imagined her thinking about him. About them. It was such a heady thought, it was like another knee straight to the balls, but a good one, though just as painful.
“I’m good, Ross. I want this. I want it messy and dirty and however we say. Together. I don’t care if it happens in seconds or two hours. Though, I guess, if it was two hours, I’d be pretty sore.”
He groaned. “You’re not helping me here.”
She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke him again. He was not letting this happen with her, in the first five minutes, on her first time. Not in any lifetime.
Instead, he snatched the condom off the seat between them, tore it open, and let her watch him roll it down his length. There. Ross 1, cock 0. Condoms always helped dull everything, though with Alix, it barely helped.
Between it, and thoughts of granny panties, and Alix’s parent’s horrified stares in the kitchen, and Chance kneeing him in the nuts, thoughts of where that condom damn well came from in Chance’s room, and nearly grinding his teeth to dust, it was enough to slow him down.
It was enough for him to guide Alix back in the huge back seat. It was enough for him to spread her legs and open her to him. To pepper her with hot kisses from her ankles to her thighs, and finally, finally, to pick up where they’d left off before someone had the nerve to come in and try and castrate him.
The first taste of her was ambrosia. The second was heaven. Even with the stupid condom cutting off circulation didn’t help matters. Alix was perfect. She was sweet perfection. She was what he’d been waiting for all along. He knew what she meant when she said it wasn’t right. Nothing prepared him for how amazing it was with her. How the world stopped, and it was just them and there was no doubt that they were fucking carved out of bone and dust and sculpted for each other.
That she was his and he was hers.
That it had always been that way, it just took them forever to get there and get it right.
He was going to get it right now, though.
All of it.
Starting with giving her the orgasm of a lifetime.
He lashed her with his tongue, teased and danced away from her, and finally, when she was close, he fucked her with his tongue while he rolled his index finger lazily over her clit until she shattered. She drenched his chin, his jaw, his mouth, his hand and it was the sexiest, most incredible experience of his life, watching her writhe and buck and curse and moan and grind out his name. He gave her that. He gave her all of that pleasure. And she gave it right back, trusting him with her body, with her secrets, with her heart, with everything.
“Please,” she begged. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him to her. “Please, Ross. I want you inside of me. I’ve waited forever for this. Now. Please. Now.”
He kissed his way over her stomach, over her breasts, up the sweet column of her throat and chin, right to her lips so that she could taste herself on him. She ate at him hungrily and fuck him if that didn’t make him want to come before he even got near her.
“How do you know-” he panted. “How do you know it’s not going to be a disappointment? I’d hate to be a let down.”
“If it sucks, we’ll do it again. And again and again and again until it doesn’t,” Alix whimpered into his mouth. She nipped his bottom lip and he hissed in pain. “I love tasting myself on you. I love the way you smell and sound and move. I love touching you. There. I love your taste. I don’t th
ink there’s any way this could be a let down.”
Great. Now his balls felt like they was as big as grapefruits and someone had just shoved them down his throat. Through his stomach. It truly hurt that bad.
“I might last a minute,” he confessed. “Maybe not even that long.”
“I don’t care,” she breathed, her face twisted, her eyes wild. “We have two condoms. We have clothes and wallets and a full tank of gas in this car. We can go buy a whole box. Ten boxes. Twenty boxes. However many it takes. I don’t care. Just please, Ross, let me feel you inside me.”
A clammy sweat broke out over his forehead. “Okay.” He kissed her hard, one more time as he fitted himself to her entrance. She moaned and wriggled beneath him, and suddenly he was right. There.
She claimed his mouth, desperately, furiously. She dug her nails into his shoulders, looped one leg around his waist and ground her heel into his ass. It was beyond hot. She’d asked. She wanted him. She wanted him and he wanted her. He couldn’t hold back.
He went slow, but she whined against his lips.
“Don’t!”
Her heel dug into his ass desperately. Her nails raked at his shoulders. She bit down on his bottom lip. He thrust hard, giving in to the mad sensations that he couldn’t even begin to control. She whimpered out a cry of pain, but her hips jacked up, swiveling and grinding into his. He stilled completely, throbbing inside of her. She was so tight that he saw stars. Literally. And not because it was night time and he could see right out the window into the dark sky either.
“Ross…” she begged.
“I’m sorry,” he ground out. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” she said throatily. “I- it did. Hurt. But it feels good. You’re so big. I like the way you fill me. I can feel you throbbing.”
Fuuuuuucccckkkk.
He was either going to have to give her an orgasm fast or admit defeat, because he was just done. Who in their right mind could hold up against that?
He began to move, slowly, creating a rhythm, letting the friction build. Alix moved with him. She rocked with him, responsive, a perfect fit. They rocked and groaned and moaned and whimpered. She clawed at him and clung to him. He thrust. Hard. Harder. He tried to hold back. He did, a little, but she was so freaking tight and she was grinding all over him. His sweat dripped onto her forehead from his and still she didn’t care. They ground together until they were hot and sticky, until the car windows- classic and cheesy enough- fogged up. He thrust until he felt the first ripples of her release, until she shattered and pulsed all around him. Until she screamed his name and her hips and shoulders jacked right off the bench seat, until she breathed his name like a prayer, over and over as she came down.
Then he left himself go. He thrust hard, going deeper, sending her into another tailspin. He’d never climaxed with another person before. As far as he was concerned, that shit was for movies and romance books that he did not read or watch. At least not that anyone knew of.
But of course, they’d come together. Of course, his coming would make her come again. Of course, he’d go for her mouth at the same time she went for his. Of course, they shuddered together and breathed together, breathed for each other, just of course. Of course, it was amazing. Of course, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
This was Alix.
And she was his and he was hers.
Since the dawn of freaking time.
Until the end of freaking time.
“Ross,” she panted in his ears, their limbs all twisted and twined together.
He pushed himself up onto his elbow and stared down into her flushed face. She looked wrecked, her skin ruddy, her eyes heavy, her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her skin red and chaffed all over her jaw. She looked well and truly pleasured and his cock swelled inside of her again. She moved her hips in response and her eyes darkened as her nostrils flared.
“We still have one more left. Do you want to- to do that again?”
“Are you serious?” He was already biting at her neck though, licking at her earlobe and the shell of her ear so that she gasped and arched into him.
“Absolutely,” she sighed. “But this time, I want to be on top.”
He didn’t tell her that he planned on having her every which way to Sunday until the end of time. He figured she already knew that. And that she approved.
All he did was grip her hips and swing her around and stare up at her with wonder, like she was the night sky and all the stars, the moon and the whole galaxy too. She was. At least for him.
“There’s a small chance that you might actually kill me,” he confessed between frantic kisses.
“Good.” Her hot breath fogged all over his chin. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to. And after I do, we’ll live. We’ll live this crazy afterlife together. And it’s going to be really, really awesome.”
He threw back his head and right there, in the car, with her on top of him looking every bit like a goddess, he laughed. “Now that’s the deal we should have made,” he said when he could finally breathe again.
She grinned down at him with just a hint of evil, the same troublemaker smile she’d been giving him since she was a kid. He loved that smile. He loved all her smiles. “It’s never too late.”
Alix extended her pinkie finger. He lifted his hand off her waist and joined them together for the most solemn of promises. She was right. It wasn’t too late. It was never too late. It was exactly the right time and he wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
EPILOGUE
Alix
“Well? What do you think?” She stalked out of her design room confidently, shoulders back and head held high in the gown she’d spent the past six months working on. It was her final project, the last one she’d ever do at school and so, it was the most bittersweet of all.
It was also the gown she was going to marry Ross in, though he didn’t know that yet. Oh, he knew he was going to marry her. He’d asked her six months ago, after three crazy amazing years of living their crazy amazing life, and she’d said yes. He just didn’t know that she was going to wear her own dress. Since it was green silk- which was, by the way, the biggest pain in the butt to sew- and honestly, too sexy- nothing that a few stitches here and a couple alternations there couldn’t fix- he likely wouldn’t guess in a thousand years that she’d be walking down the aisle in it.
If he didn’t like it, it wasn’t the end of the world. He’d probably tell her that he was happier with her wearing nothing at all.
“I like it.” He let out a low whistle. As usual, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He classically and stoically refused to wear anything else. It was funny, her in fashion and design, him with a closet full of the most ordinary clothes a person could own.
She loved that about him. She loved pretty much everything about him.
“But?” She knew there was a but coming by the way his lips twitched.
“Well, honestly, I think it would look better in a heap on the floor.”
Alix snorted. She punched Ross lightly in the shoulder, but she let him catch her hand as it struck and whirl her into his arms. They twined around her waist and she looked up at him. At the man she loved more than anyone in the world.
He drove her crazy. He snored. His jokes were mostly shitty. He was annoying. He liked to butt in on her showers and ruin their breakfast by throwing her up on the table and making her breakfast instead. He thought it was funny to make her late for class by giving her a workout, but only once in a while. He took her school as seriously as she did. He did a lot of things that annoyed her and drove her wild. He did all the things that any good fiancé should.
And she loved him.
More than anything.
“I knew you were going to say that,” she laughed. “You say that about all of them.”
“Well, it’s obviously true.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think my instructor would agree.”
“I think she
might. But you’re mine. You’re all mine and I don’t share.” He bit at her earlobe and laughed darkly.
“So seriously? You think it’s okay?” She twined her hands in his hair.
“I think it’s amazing. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman alive in the most beautiful dress ever created. You’ll pass and graduate and your family will be here and my parents will be here and Chance and his fiancé can be here, as hard as it is to believe that someone is willing to put up with him, and as extra hard as it is to believe that he came around to the idea of us, all for our wedding, and then we’ll decide where we’re going to put down our roots and get down to the business of having some babies for our parents to spoil.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“That was the plan. School. Wedding. Babies.”
“It was the plan, wasn’t it?” She winked at him. “I guess you had better get busy making good on it then.”
“You mean it? Really? You don’t want to work for a few years first? It’s seriously up to you. I know you’re just going to be graduating and this is what you’ve always wanted-”
“I didn’t realize that I’d have to give that up,” she cut him off. “I was under the impression that I could have the best of both worlds.”
He grinned at her, that wicked, mocking, full of life, laughing, sexy smirk that she knew and loved so well. The one he’d invented just for her and saved just for her.
“Right. My bad. You can definitely have it all, the future Alix Rivers. I really like the sound of that, by the way. Only six more months until it’s official.”
“I love you, Mr. Ross Rivers. If you want to start calling me Mrs. Rivers a little early, I don’t think I’d mind.”
“Then, Mrs. Rivers. Your dress is simply stunning. Care to show me how it comes off? Just for utilitarian purposes?”
She grinned at him. “You make me so happy, Mr. Rivers that I think we should celebrate. Bake a cake maybe…”
