Not About Love (This Love Book 2)

by Hilaria Alexander

  His beard brushed the inside of my thighs as he placed soft, lingering kisses on my skin. Knowing what was about to happen, I could hardly wait.

  He teased me for what felt like forever. His fingers slid in and out of me, touching all the right spots, bringing me so close to climax…but suddenly, he lifted himself on his knees and I let out a disappointed sigh. What was he doing? He needed to extinguish the fire building inside of me.

  “Don’t fret, sweetheart. I won’t leave you unsatisfied. In fact, I haven’t even started.”

  “You’re such a fucking tease, Boyd.” The words came out in a much sweeter tone than I intended. I covered my face with my hands. I was at his mercy. I needed him, badly.

  “Your pussy is so damn sweet, do you know that? I don’t think it could get any sweeter…” he said, and I uncovered my eyes to see what he was up to.

  “Or,” he added, giving me a dark look. “Maybe it could.”

  “What?” I asked, confused.

  “Let’s see if your pussy can get any sweeter than it already is.”

  He gathered some of the sugar that had fallen off the donuts in the corner of the box. With one hand, he parted my lips.

  With the other, he covered me with granulated sugar.

  Holy shit. He placed my legs on his shoulders and dove in after smiling a devilish grin.

  And then he started licking. Everywhere.

  It didn’t take long for the mix of his tongue and the friction of the sugar on my sensitive skin to drive me insane.

  “Ohhhhh, Boyd,” I mumbled, only half coherent. My low, strangled moans escalated as his skilled tongue traced small, slow circles on my clit. He would stop, lick the inside of my lips, and start all over again. The tension building in me was unbearable.

  He licked me clean; there was no other word for it.

  And, in the meantime, my moaning had gotten out of control.

  Thankfully, he seemed to be about to finish me off, or so I thought by the amount of dedication his tongue was giving my swollen clit.

  I closed my eyes as the waves of the orgasm crashed through me, my fingers in his hair, my breathing was heavy and erratic.

  To come undone like this was the sweetest of tortures. Nothing compared to this, but it was what made me feel most vulnerable. And I was impatient to return the favor.

  He looked like the happiest man on earth as I came down from my high, and I showered him with kisses. His smile reached his eyes. Even in the dim light of my bedroom, I could see how beautiful they looked. A rich, warm brown I could never forget. I smiled back and kissed him softly. His arms went around my waist, and he started nuzzling my chest.

  Everything was so easy when we were in bed together. Why couldn’t everything else be this easy?

  “You were being pretty fucking loud, sweetheart. That had to be good.” I scoffed, and then smiled at him. I wasn’t worried. In fact, I was glad I had the idea to soundproof the adjacent walls of the townhouse years ago when I purchased the building. I had done it so I wouldn’t hear my elderly neighbors wake at ungodly hours, but now I could moan and orgasm away without having to worry about anyone else hearing me.

  “It was good. It was amazing. Now it’s your turn.”

  I sat him on the bed and kneeled down at the end of it, and grabbed his beautifully erect cock in my hand. I licked the top slowly, and a low growl escaped his mouth. He started breathing heavily as I squeezed gently, moving my hand up and down.

  “See, Boyd, the thing is…these walls are soundproof.”

  “No shit?” he asked between heavy breaths.

  “Yeah, they are. That’s why I was being so…vocal. Now, when I go down on you and make you come, I’ll expect nothing less. I want to hear you. I will be very disappointed if I don’t hear you say my name and how much you love my mouth.”

  He laughed. I wanted to bottle up his laughter and keep it forever. I gave him one more teasing look before I took his dick in my mouth and licked every inch of it, circling his tip with the tip of my tongue.

  “Fuck, Ally…” he moaned. I started sucking him, stroking him up and down. I ran my hand up his leg, caressing the sensitive skin under his cock. He let out a low, guttural sound, and I stopped.

  “I want to hear you,” I demanded.

  His chest was heaving and he nodded, his eyes dark, his pupils dilated. When I took him back in my mouth and I sucked harder, he let out a series of praises. “Fuck, Ally…you’re the best. I love your fucking mouth. Sweetheart…you’re so good at this.”

  He cradled my face as he was about to come. “I want to look at you as I come in your mouth.” His voice was laced with the sweetest type of distress. I stared into his deep brown eyes as I swallowed his warm and salty cum. Watching him lose control like that was the most beautiful sight. He frowned and closed his eyes as the orgasm continued to rip through him. His broad chest kept rising and falling. He ran his hands through my hair and when he finally came back to his senses, he pulled me up and sat me on his leg.

  He tipped my chin up with his index finger, so we were eye to eye.

  “Good grief, woman. What is your plan? Do you want to ruin me for everyone else?”

  Maybe.

  “I can’t help if I give great head. Plus, I was just trying to return the favor.” I shrugged.

  “Is that so?” The gleam in his eyes told me he didn’t believe me.

  “I’m going to get some water,” I said, disentangling myself from him.

  “I’d go get you some, but the truth is I love staring at your naked ass. It’s a sight to behold.”

  I punched him playfully in the middle of his chest and went to the kitchen to get some water.

  * * *

  We couldn’t stop craving each other. It went on all night, as if we hadn’t had enough chances to fuck in the last three weeks. If I thought I was seeing stars when he made me orgasm with his skilled tongue, it was nothing compared to him filling me and thrusting deeper and deeper while his body pressed against mine.

  He had a real stroke of genius when he grabbed the vibrator in my nightstand and placed it right against my clit. I had no idea he even knew it was in there; apparently, he had gone through my things at some point. I had never mentioned my toys before, because with him around, there was really no need to use them, but now…I was crying from pleasure—literally. There was no other way to describe it. The man was a machine, and I could not get enough of him. He was too much. I thought I had been holding my own earlier that night, but when he had me in bed, I had no power against him.

  At some point during the night, though, the mood shifted and it wasn’t the fuck-me-senseless type of sex any more. As the color of the night turned into early morning light, our movements slowed. Our bodies were exhausted, but still couldn’t get enough of each other. Boyd’s touch was different now. His hands caressed; they didn’t pinch, slap, or grab to get me to come faster. His touch was seductive and it drove me crazy.

  In some way, it was also soothing. His hands lingered everywhere, as if he was trying to memorize my body. I never wanted to stop feeling this way. I was drunk on him. My lips were swollen, but I couldn’t get enough. He was sitting up against the headboard and his breath washed over me as I rode him, my breasts bouncing against his chest. He slowed down, keeping one hand on my ass and capturing one of my breasts with his other. He licked my aroused nipple in long, slow strokes. I arched my back and rocked my hips. He moaned against my skin. He brought both his hands to my face, forcing me to meet his eyes, and for the first time that night, I felt that closer connection I had been looking for. His gaze danced between my eyes and my lips. He was studying every move, every reaction as I ground my hips on him, his cock filling the ache that never went away. He caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, and then he took it between his teeth, nipping gently.

  “You taste and feel so fucking good, Ally. I can’t get enough of you. What am I going to do without you?” He captured my mouth with his and kissed me until I had to come
up for air. Our noses touched, and I smiled. “You’re right. I like you. A lot. That’s why I keep coming back to you. You’re the only one I’ve let in…in a long time. This is me, fucking you, loving you. I’m giving you…I’m trying to give you all of me tonight.” He brushed my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear.

  A warm feeling spread in my chest and I grabbed his face in my hands. I kissed him gently. His words were what I wanted to hear, and still, I could sense he had left some of them out. He liked me and he was trying to let me in as best as he could, but his life wasn’t here and there was no future for us. There was no need for him to let his defenses down for a woman who couldn’t be the one.

  I knew he was this way because of a woman. I wondered who was the one responsible for breaking his heart. For years, I had felt just as damaged, but being around him in the last few weeks had made me realize I needed to give love another try. The future might not include Boyd Rivers, but I owed it to myself to try again.

  I was going to miss him a lot, even though I knew it was foolish of me. Now that the alcohol had worn off, I wished I could have taken back all the words I’d said to him in the bar. It was pointless trying to explain what this was. Yes, he liked me enough to fuck me several times, but it was clear as day that he didn’t want anything else from me, from us. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, lifting his hips up and thrusting deeper into me. He brought his thumb between us and started teasing my clit, making me lose the little control I had left.

  “Let me watch you come, sweetheart,” he let out in a strangled moan as he brought his mouth to my neck. I started moving my hips, sliding up and down his dick. He brought a hand to my ass, guiding me while his finger kept bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck, Ally…” he groaned. He said my name between the last few thrusts, and I followed with a plethora of yeses. He collapsed on my chest, making me fall backward, causing my legs to move in a rather uncoordinated way. My head was barely hanging off the bed, the blood rushing to it. We were both breathing heavily, and I held him to me despite my better judgement. I caressed his hair and ran my fingertips along his shoulders and back.

  “I’m not moving,” he murmured against my chest. “I’ll stay inside you forever.”

  He mumbled something else, but I didn’t quite get what it was. He stretched out to kiss me and did so over and over again.

  I didn’t understand what he was up to. I thought we would finally go to sleep, but he didn’t seem to want to stop. My mouth, my face, my skin…my body was his playground.

  Then I realized what he was doing. He was saying goodbye.

  He got up to clean himself up and then came back to bed, wrapping me in his arms. I inhaled his scent, knowing it would be the last time I would smell it. I knew I was going to be alone once I opened my eyes, and I was dreading it.

  I woke up hours later as the sun shone bright in the room through the gaps of the blackout curtains. I reached for him even though I knew he’d had a plane to catch early in the morning.

  My bed was empty.

  I rolled over and grabbed my phone to check the time.

  Shit. It was one in the afternoon. Good thing it was a Sunday. We had been up so late, I wondered if he had even made it to the airport in time.

  I checked my texts and found he had sent me one a few hours before.

  I’m going to miss Amsterdam. I’m taking a souvenir home with me.

  Attached was a picture of me, asleep on my belly, with my crazy hair splayed out across the pillow.

  Damn you, Boyd Rivers. Why did you have to get under my skin like this?

  MY PHONE BUZZED, BUT IT was buried under a pile of papers on my desk. I looked at the time on the screen of my computer and stifled a yawn. It was ten in the evening. I hadn’t realized how late it was.

  Dammit.

  Where had the time gone? I reached for the empty carton of Chinese takeout and tossed it in the trash. I had been working late nights all week.

  I had forgotten how much time you could waste when you had a man around.

  Well, I had wanted to take advantage of the situation, and I had. We’d had fun.

  But now I inevitably had to catchup.

  I searched for my phone under the documents that covered my desk and when I looked at the screen, I did a double take.

  It was a text from Boyd.

  I miss you, Bertie.

  Aww, that’s sweet. And completely unlike him…

  Then I saw the next text.

  Send me a picture of you. Naked, pls.

  Now that was more like him.

  I unlocked the screen and replied.

  Absolutely not.

  He replied right away. I smiled and shook my head. Perv.

  Send me a picture of your gorgeous tits, Red.

  No! Do you know what time it is?

  Hmmm, ten at night? What are you doing?

  Working.

  Still? Shit, I’m sorry. Don’t work so hard, Bertie.

  Well, it can’t be helped.

  Send me a picture of you, Red. I miss you. How much more are you going to make me beg?

  You can beg as long as you want, I’m not sending you a picture of my boobs.

  You can send me a picture of your pussy if you’re more comfortable with that.

  I groaned.

  Or your ass.

  Negative. It’s not happening.

  I didn’t know you could be so heartless, Red.

  Believe it.

  I said I miss you.

  Yeah…and?

  Ah, shit. You wound me, woman.

  He missed me—big deal. I was not going to read more into this. He just wanted to jerk off looking at my pics. As flattered as I was by the request—I was sure he had plenty of other candidates to choose from, but he wanted one from me—my answer was no.

  I saw the ellipses appear again, but a moment later they stopped. Good, maybe he was giving up.

  I put the phone down on my desk, and as soon as I did, it started ringing.

  Good lord. The man was nothing if not persistent.

  Frustrated, I answered immediately.

  “Boyd, I’m not going to send you nude pictures of me!”

  “Ally?” Crap. It didn’t sound like Boyd at all. Oops. I moved the phone away from my ear and looked at the number. It was a Tennessee area code and the voice sounded…familiar…but I really wanted to be wrong.

  “Hello?” the voice said.

  “Yes? This is Alberta Ferris. With whom am I speaking?”

  “Ally, sorry to call so late—well, I know it’s late over there. It’s me, Shane. I need your help.”

  * * *

  “Hold on, hold on…let’s start from the beginning,” I said as I scribbled furiously in a notebook. “Shit. What was her name? I-L-S-E? Cause of death?”

  “Ecstasy,” Shane answered.

  Grant, his younger brother who was studying here in Amsterdam, had gotten in trouble with the law.

  Big trouble.

  This wasn’t a simple marijuana charge. He was being accused of possession of ecstasy, and more importantly, accidental manslaughter.

  “I got to talk to him on the phone. He didn’t buy the drugs, she did. He doesn’t know where she got them from.”

  “A toxicology report might help him out, but it will take weeks to get the results. Does he know if she used anything else that night?”

  “He doesn’t know. They were both drinking and had taken some pills…he can’t remember much. He got sick and was hospitalized, too, but he got better after a couple days. She didn’t make it.”

  “I’m sorry, Shane…this is awful. It sounds like Grant got himself into quite some trouble, but I have to be honest with you…this seems beyond my capabilities. I’m not a criminal attorney. I don’t think I can help you.”

  “We already hired a criminal attorney. He’s from there, and he speaks English well enough, but I want someone I can trust one hundred percent. I’m flying out to
Amsterdam, but I can’t stay for long and I need someone who can keep me up to date. I know I’m the last person in a position to ask you for a favor, Ally…but if you could please do this, I would be forever grateful. If not for me, do this for my brother Grant. He always liked you.”

  “And I liked him,” I said absentmindedly, still wrapping my head around the fact that the little boy I’d once known had gotten himself into the worst possible scenario, while studying overseas.

  Ah, shit. Getting yourself in this kind of trouble required a special kind of talent. Dammit, Grant. What the hell did you do?

  I let out a sigh. “I don’t know, Shane. I have so much work as it is…not that I don’t want to help…” Well, part of me really didn’t want to help. Shane didn’t deserve my time or my help, but it still felt wrong saying no.

  “My mother would be eternally grateful if you helped us out.”

  “Your mother, huh?” The same woman who hated me. The same woman who whispered under her breath that red hair was the devil’s making. The matriarch who thought I wasn’t good enough for her son.

  “Yeah, I know she wasn’t very nice to you in the past…”

  “You can say that again.”

  In the end, I caved.

  I was usually good at saying no, but not when it was a favor for someone I knew. I had even gone over some legal documents for Boyd while he was in town to make sure everything was in order—and he hadn’t even asked!

  The reason I wanted to help Shane went further than that, though. The girl who had gotten blindsided and dumped wanted revenge. No, I wasn’t going to fail his brother. I was going to get Grant out of trouble, and then the Lightfoots were going to owe me. The spawn of the devil was getting her payback.