by Izzy Cullen
“Nothing, I was just thinking about school and—”
“Bullshit,” Alex cut me off before I could finish the sentence. “I call bullshit, so tell me the truth. What were you thinking?” Alex seemed to call bullshit a lot on me. He was starting to read me like Derek and Lexi, and I was beginning to hate it.
“Honestly, I was thinking I knew you would get sick of this place. It was just a matter of time.” I turned to start walking back to the school, but before I could put any ground between us Alex had my upper arm in his hand, stopping me from moving. “What?” I spat at him. It came out harsher than I had intended.
“When in my explanation did I say I was sick of this place? Because I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” Alex was staring me in the eyes, and I felt like one of my students when being called out in class on something.
“You implied it.” I shook my arm loose from his hand and started walking.
I heard Alex chuckle as he caught up to me. “If I didn’t know you so well I would think you were crazy, but since I do I know you aren’t.” He was laughing again.
I stopped walking and faced him. “What is so goddamn funny?”
“You. You seriously thought that I was ‘implying’ I was sick of this place?” His use of air quotes pissed me off. “I love this place and I love you. I just need something to do during the day. If I could get you to quit your job and stay home with me, I know I would never get bored.” He reached his hands out, wrapped around my waist, and pulled me into him. I loved his touch, and melted whenever he touched me. Alex’s lips were on mine before I realized what was happening, but I didn’t care. My arms wrapped around his waist pulling him tighter into me, which was almost impossible since he already had a tight grip on me. “If you keep this up, I’ll take you here on the side of the road.”
“Let’s finish the run. If we hurry we can shower together before we go to my parents for dinner.”
Alex immediately released me and took off running back towards the school. “Race ya!” I heard him shout over his shoulder as he was running. I tried to keep up, but he was a lot faster than I was, and the distance between us continued to grow. By the time I made it to my car, Alex had already started it, and I saw his Jeep round the corner. I started to laugh. It had been some time since we were able to squeeze in sex because of the girls always being around.
I climbed in the car and headed home. When I got there, Alex’s Jeep was in the driveway. I grabbed my bag from the back of the car and trotted up the steps to the house. When I entered, I saw shoes and socks by the door. As I looked past the entryway, I saw running pants and Alex’s running jacket. I set the bag down, walked over, and started picking up his clothes as I headed for the stairs. On the steps I discovered his t-shirt, and when I reached the top, his boxer briefs were in the middle of the floor. When I reached down to pick them up, Alex came out of the twin’s room, scooped me up, and tossed me over his shoulder. His clothes fell to the floor as I screamed, then laughed as I swatted at his bare ass.
“I thought we were taking a shower?”
Alex tossed me down on my bed. “Sorry, but we haven’t had a time together where we aren’t rushed lately. I miss you and need to love all of you.” He started taking my running shoes off. I couldn’t argue. I had missed him and we hadn’t had any real time together to make love in a while.
While Alex removed my running shoes and socks, I was working on my running jacket and compression shirt. He slid his hands up my legs, against my running pants. When he got close to the top, he slipped his hands under my butt before going back to the waistline. He grabbed the edge of my pants and underwear and, in one fluid motion, they were moving down my legs and off. I had finally removed the constricting compression shirt, but needed to get the sports bra off. Before I could grab the elastic to yank it over my head, Alex had my hands and forced them down so I was pinned to the bed.
His mouth was on mine and his tongue was slipping into my mouth. I could feel his hunger along with my own. I started to moan when I felt his erection brushing up against my leg. The moaning only made it grow harder against me. I tried to move my hands so I could grab it, but Alex’s grip only got stronger. I could feel myself getting wet and the ache growing more intense. I needed him. I started kissing back harder so he could sense what I wanted.
After a few minutes of hard, intense kissing, Alex loosened his grip on my hands and wrists. “Don’t move,” he whispered as he started trailing kisses down my neck.
His hands were running down my sides, only to yank up the band of my sports bra. He pushed it up over my head, but left it tangled around my arms. I went to pull it the rest of the way off when Alex gently bit my nipple.
“I said don’t move,” he whispered in a playful voice. I now had a full on ache for him. He was sucking and kissing my nipples, taking turns to make sure each one got equal attention. The more he caressed my breasts, the more I wanted him. I couldn’t help myself. I started to wiggle under him, hoping to make some sort of contact with my lower half.
When I did this, Alex swiftly bit down again, while at the same time sticking two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan and gasp. His touch felt so good, but I was already close to a full orgasm with all the taunting and playing of my breasts and nipples. I could feel myself starting to let go when Alex removed his fingers. I let out a whimper. Alex placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
Watching him do this made me want to explode. I was at the edge and needed little help to fall. I needed him so badly that I started moaning and practically begging him to fuck me. Alex didn’t let my begging get to him. Instead he trailed kisses down my torso, over my belly, and along my hipbone until he reached the folds of my lips. He started with a gentle and long lick before placing his hands on the inside of my thighs to push them apart. His fingers went to my lips to spread them open so he could access my clit easier. It did not take long before I was at a full climax. My orgasm was so intense that my body started to shake, my toes curled, and I had no control over the sounds coming out of me. I was so out of breath that I felt as if I had just finished running a race.
As I was catching my breath, Alex moved back up, kissing my neck. “God, you are going to kill me,” I managed to get out, but only barely.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. I think you have another one in there yet.” He continued kissing my neck and I could feel myself coming back around from the toe-curling orgasm. All I could think about was how much I wanted him in my mouth.
I grabbed Alex’s shoulders and pushed him over. I climbed on top of him, straddling him. I leaned down close to his mouth and whispered for him not to move. I then trailed kisses down his chest, rock hard abs, his hipbone, and then I moved over and took him into my mouth. I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I was aching for this part of him, and finally I had control over it.
I swirled my tongue around him while bobbing my mouth up and down his shaft, taking him in more and more each time I moved down while sucking on the way back up. Alex let out a deep breath and moaned, “Stop, you have to stop. I need you to cum one more time with me.”
I removed my mouth and crawled up his body, kissing him on the mouth. I grabbed his erection with my hand, guiding it into me, taking it all in one movement. We both let out breathy sounds with the action. I started moving up and down on him. Alex placed both hands on my ass cheeks, helping me set the speed. I could feel my insides starting to squeeze him. Both of our breathing becomes heavier as the rhythm becomes faster and harder. I could feel myself climaxing. Alex removed his hands from my ass and placed them on my breasts. He started to squeeze them in a massaging motion. After a few seconds of this, I was unhinged with another powerful orgasm. I could tell Alex climaxed at the same time because his breathing changed, and he was slowing down my movements with longer and deeper thrusts.
I stayed on top of Alex with him inside me. I arched my back, placing my forehead against his. There was nothing I loved more than the closeness I
felt with him after sex. With David it felt like an obligation, and when it was done there was no holding, talking, or cuddling. I often felt used, as if I was a convenient object available to use, but with Alex, he always tried to hold me and cuddle me. If he couldn’t, it was because we were rushed by the girls returning. He always apologized until I demanded that he stopped apologizing.
“You know, if you would just quit your job, we could do this all day and I wouldn’t be bored. What do you say? Will you quit your job to keep me busy?” Alex asked while running his hands up and down my back.
“Although it is very tempting, and at times throughout this sex act you could have gotten me to agree to anything, I can think clearly now, and the answer is no. Good thing you have that recording studio.” I sat up straight, getting ready to climb off him.
Alex quickly flipped me so that I was on my back with him above me. “So I could have gotten you to agree to anything? I’ll remember that the next time I have you begging for me to give you an orgasm.” Alex’s irresistible smile spread across his face.
I pushed Alex’s shoulder and pushed him off of me. “First, I was not begging, and second, I said almost anything, and if I didn’t, I meant to say almost anything.” He was always using my own words to back me into a corner.
“You did beg, and almost was not said.” He sat up on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. “I want to stay here all night and hold you, but I can’t. You need to get in the shower and I need to get home and clean up for dinner.”
Yes, dinner at my parents. Like every Monday night for the past ten years or so. Before the girls it was painful. There was no love between David and my parents, and the tension was always high. After we had the girls, he started to miss more and more. Alex refuses to miss and actually seems excited on Monday’s for dinner.
Alex kissed me on the forehead before standing me up. As he stood up and started walking towards the door, he turned and looked at me. “I know how much you love surprises, and I have one for you at dinner.” He winked as he walked into the hall to grab the clothes I had dropped when he scooped me up.
“You’re an asshole!” I shouted to him as I laid back on the bed. I was tired after the long workday, followed by amazing sex. I closed my eyes, thinking all I wanted was a quick cat nap. I might have actually dosed off for a second when I felt lips on my forehead again.
“You need to get up, because you lying here naked is fucking making me question this whole Monday night dinner thing.” I kept my eyes closed, but smiled while Alex talked. “Abby, seriously, get your ass up, because I want nothing more than to lie back down with you, but I look forward to this night with your parents and the girls. It’s nice having a family dinner.” I opened my eyes and aimed my smile at him.
“I’m up and I’ll be there, hating you for having a surprise.”
“I know that is why you love me.” Alex grabbed me by my arms, sitting me up. I did love him, but it was still hard to say it as freely as he said it to me. I did tell him, but the words didn’t flow like they should. I was scared that if he knew how much I really did love him, the easier it would be for him to hurt me.
“Okay, okay, go. I’ll get in the shower and wash your stench off me.” As I passed Alex, he swatted me on the behind. I ignored it as if it didn’t happen.
Once in the shower, I thought about his touch and about how much I loved it. I thought about how I feel with Alex and how my girls are with him. I thought maybe Lily was right. Alex had become a part of our everyday lives and us, so there was no need for him to be driving back and forth multiple times every day. There were a few things I needed to figure out with him first before I was confident this was a good idea.
I exited the shower and threw a towel around my hair. I quickly dried off and then went in search of something to wear. Dinners at my parents had seemed more relaxed since this past summer. My mother and I no longer bicker, and she no longer feels the need to criticize my every move. My relationship with Alex was one she was not fond of, but since he had moved here, her views of him had changed.
I had decided on a pair of skinny jeans, a V-neck t-shirt, an infinity scarf, and my Sperry shoes. Lately this was my dressy casual. I gave myself a quick once over before throwing my hair in a loose braid. I skipped down the stairs and grabbed the car keys and my jacket on the way out. I wasn’t really sure how it happened, but I was going to be on time for dinner.
~3~
I pulled into my parent’s house and saw Alex’s Jeep already in the big driveway. He usually beat me here on Mondays. When I walked in, I expected the usual scene. The girls in the living room watching television with my dad while finishing any homework they had, and my mother and Alex in the kitchen, with my mom cooking. This week, though, there was a difference. My mother sat on a stool at the island and Alex was the one doing the cooking.
My mother spoke to me first as I came in the door. “Hello, my dear. Go and pour a glass of wine and pull up a stool next to me. I’m just keeping Alex company as he finishes dinner.”
I skipped the wine, but grabbed the stool and placed it next to hers. I wasn’t sure how Alex was able to get showered and get to my parents in enough time to make dinner. I think he was reading my mind, because he was answering my question before I could even ask him.
“Your mother had me come over after coffee today and showed me how to make her homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs.” Alex gave me a wink.
I was impressed, but slightly irritated. “Really? My mother gave you the recipe she won’t give me? The recipe I would use to feed her grandchildren?” I asked in a half joking and half serious voice. In a way it stung me a little bit. I had asked for years for that recipe. Her response was always the same – it was a secret.
“Abby, stop being so sensitive. Yes, I gave Alex the recipe. The same one I refuse to give to you. Not because I didn’t want you to have it, but because I liked it when you would call and I knew to make it. That way I got more than one dinner out of you girls for that week.” I appreciated her explanation, but I was still a little hurt. I understood her reasons as a mother.
“Well, I thought you were just worried I would make it better than you.” I had to have some sort of smartass comment or it wasn’t me.
“The sauce and the meatballs have been simmering all day. The garlic bread should be done soon along with the noodles. I’m going to cut up the veggies for the salad now and everything should be ready in a bit. Want me to get you a glass of wine?” Alex looked so proud of himself, and at the sight of him my jealousy over the recipe vanished.
“No thanks, I’ll grab some water in a minute. I’m going to check on Dad and the girls, unless you would like some help.” I wanted to jump in and help as I normally do on Monday nights, but I didn’t want to offend him.
“No, go see your dad. I think he wanted to talk to you anyway,” my mom answered for Alex. I looked at Alex for confirmation that he didn’t need my help. He responded with a smile and a head nod in the direction of the living room.
I walked into the living room and the girls were playing a heated game of Uno. They didn’t even notice when I walked in or sat down. I sat on the couch next to my dad’s La-Z-Boy.
“So what’s new? I haven’t talked to you in a few days because everyone has been so busy.” I usually talked to my dad every day, but the past few days he has been busy with the pub and I have been busy with the girls and Alex. I started to feel a little guilty. I haven’t once thought of calling and checking in on him.
“Bri, I was so wrapped up in this show I didn’t hear you come in.” My father was the only person to call me Bri. “What have you been up to, my girl? I’ve missed you.” I looked at him and, even though it had only been a few days, I had missed him too. After David’s death, my dad had been one of my rocks. He was the stand-in dad for the girls along with Derek. We talked every day, and some days we talked multiple times. I was his baby girl, his only girl, and child for that matter.
“I’ve missed you t
oo, dad. Life has just been busy trying to adjust to a new routine and getting back into the swing of school. Half the time I don’t know if I am coming or going.” It was true, I was busy, but a lot of it was my own doing. I was allowing myself to become consumed in myself and my life with Alex and the girls, even though I was trying hard not to be that girl. I was still working one night a week and they were still taking the girls for the night. It had always been our thing and my way to give them a break from the pub.
“It seems everything has been busy since Alex showed up. I’m saying it in a good way. Since he has been in town and people are seeing him and you in the tabloids, it doesn’t take long to figure out in this town where the closest connection is to him. The locals don’t seem to bother with him, but the people coming in from out of town to get a glimpse has increased. The pub is now making what we normally do on a busy July day.” Living in a summer tourist town and working more in the summer, I put into perspective how busy it was getting.
“I knew it was busy since I’m still there on Friday nights, but I didn’t realize it’s been like that every night.” I haven’t been popping in and checking on Daryl and the others like I used to. I was starting to feel a little guilty about my lack of helping.
“Bri, honey, I’m getting old and I don’t mind the busy three months in the summer, because the rest of the year is calm. Lately it isn’t calm, and if anything, crazier and busier. I’m getting too old to be chained to the pub every day. I’ve been entertaining the idea of putting the pub up for sale,” my dad said with sad eyes. I knew he loved the pub and so did I. I had a lot of memories that took place in the pub.
In a way, I felt responsible for this. I brought Alex here, which in turn brought the crowds and people stopping in to get a glimpse of him or me. I even worked Fridays, and I haven’t paid much attention to the reasons why people were in. It was so busy that I was just trying to get to tables and give the people good service.
