by Nicole Dykes
Alex’s face morphs into rage and I almost back up, but remember I have a set of balls between my legs and stay put, defiantly.
She glares at me, “Why the hell are you here? You should have just stayed the hell away!”
No way is she turning this around on me. I’m the guy that stuck around. Chris is the little bitch that ran. This time.
“Oh, we're gonna go back to that now? Why the fuck are you pissed at me? I didn’t do shit.”
She holds her bare arms over her waist. “Because you kissed me on New Year’s. I went there to talk.”
I scoff and lean back in my chair, letting my arms drop to my sides. “Bullshit. Don't fucking act like I forced you. No one can make you do anything you don’t want to. You wanted me to kiss you and you wanted to fuck me, and we both know it.”
She looks a cross between homicidal and turned the fuck on, which to be honest, is a fine line with Alex. “I went there to talk to you. To try to fix things! And then you kissed me! You know I can’t think when you kiss me.”
I lean forward in the rickety break room chair. “Oh yeah?”
She doesn’t cower away. Instead she leans forward in her chair, challenging me like she loves to do. “I’m like a bitch in heat when you do that. It’s humiliating.”
I smirk confident in my next move. Don’t give her a chance to argue. I grab her face in my hands and pull her mouth to mine. Quickly covering her lips with my own, I kiss her deeply holding on tight.
There’s no arguing that she wants this too because her arms go up and around my neck, her right hand gripping my hair. My hands drop to her waist, and I seamlessly pull her onto my lap, never breaking that kiss.
I can’t get enough of kissing her. It’s something so surreal for me. I never minded kissing before, but let’s face it, it’s always been a means to an end. With Alex, I’m cool with kissing her here, in this tiny musty room, forever if she'd let me.
I hold her on my lap, pressed against my achingly hard cock and kiss the fuck out of her, because with our track record, I never know which kiss will be the last or how long before she stops it.
Her dress is too long to get my hands where they want to go so I just grind into her through our clothes. I enjoy the muffled moans coming out of her mouth until she stops kissing me back and whispers against my lips, “Someone could walk by.”
“So, let’s go to your place.”
Now she leans back, looking in my eyes. I hate when she snaps back to reality. “What? No. We can’t leave. What about Cassie and Hunter?”
She hasn’t moved off my lap so that’s a good sign. “We made an appearance.” I pull her back to me, settling her chest against mine and nibble at her neck as I try to convince her. “They’re surrounded by people. They won’t know we’re gone.”
Alex’s head tilts to the side slightly, giving me better access to her smooth skin. “I just ended things with Chris. What kind of person does that make me if I take you back to my place the same night?”
I drag my tongue along her jawline and whisper into her ear, “Hot.” My lips drag along the lobe, and I say, “Sexy.” I grin when I add, “Horny.”
I thrust my hips forward, causing just enough friction that Alex gasps as my lips finds hers again.
This time I pull back slightly, keeping her firmly in her place on my lap. “Come on, Alex. No delusions. I know exactly what part of me you want and it’s currently pressed against your tight pussy, that I’m guessing is soaking wet and ready for me. I have a flight back to L.A. tomorrow that I’m going to be on no matter what. Just spend the night with me.”
She looks almost sad as she drags her fingers down my cheek, grazing the day’s worth of growth. “One night?”
I grin, tucking away every real feeling I have coursing through my body and nod my head as I give her lips another kiss. “Yes.” My forehead leans against hers as I growl, “Now let’s get the fuck out of here. I need to be inside of you and I can’t wait much longer.”
She climbs off my lap and holds her hand out for mine.
I take it, knowing tomorrow is going to hurt like a motherfucker.
Might as well enjoy every second we have tonight.
Chapter 32
Alex
O
h, what the hell am I doing? My list of bad decisions is just growing and growing.
It’s not too late. I could tell Shriller to go and he would, but that’s not what happens. Instead, I let us into my apartment, strip out of my coat and toss my keys onto the table by the door. Shriller is quiet as he stands near the doorway, watching me as I move to my kitchen.
After Shriller told Michael he found a ride and that he was leaving and I snuck out the back to my car, I drove us here in total silence. I’m guessing Chris grabbed a cab since he and I originally came together.
I rummage through my cabinet and pull out a nearly new bottle of scotch and hold it up to Shriller who is now leaning on the bar, in his usual casual manner. “Scotch?” I ask.
He gives me that small casual grin, coupled with an easy shrug of his strong shoulders. “Sure.”
I grab two glasses and pour the liquid into them, sliding his across the bar to him, keeping my distance.
I take a bigger gulp than I intended, and Shriller keeps it classy by bringing the glass to his full, sexy lips, taking a slow sip before placing the glass back on the counter top. “Do you want to talk?” His low, gravelly voice flows through the air to me.
I shake my head, placing my glass near his. “We aren’t so great at that. With us, it’s usually either fighting or fucking.”
The right side of his mouth turns up in a sexy smirk. “We used to be able to talk, Alex.”
“He hates me, Shriller,” I choke out and I’m pissed when a stray tear falls down my cheek.
Shriller comes around into the kitchen and cups my face in his strong hands, wiping the lone tear away with his thumb. He tilts my head upward, forcing me to look into his caring, confident eyes. “Alex, don’t be too hard on yourself. He could have given you another chance. He fucked up.”
I shake my head, taking his hands with it. “He has a really serious thing with lying. You know how I know that?” I answer my own question with disgust, “Because he fucking told me that. During the same conversation that I lied to him. I mean, who does that?”
He shrugs, his hands still on my face. “Apparently, you.”
I try not to, but I laugh slightly at his joke. “Stop. It’s not funny,” I say, but my tone isn’t convincing. “His ex-wife cheated on him with his brother. I’m the first woman he’s given a chance, and I fucked it all up.”
“Oh shit, which brother?” Shriller asks, seemingly surprised and interested in my answer. I forgot Shriller knows Chris’s family.
“I don’t know. He didn’t go into much detail.”
He accepts the answer, “Well you didn’t cheat. Maybe you two just weren't as right for each other as everyone thought.”
I look in his eyes. He’s really changed since his accident. He seems to be sincerely worried about cheering me up and not just wanting to get in my pants. Though, he’s kinda the same too. I stand a little taller, leaning up on the balls of my feet, catching his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen that kiss, needing to take my time and feel every second.
His hands drop down to my ass, pulling my lower half into his as he kisses me back with that intensity that steals my breath, yet gives me life at the same time.
His hands go to the zipper of my dress and slides it down. He slips the straps off both arms, letting the dress slide to the floor. He breaks our kiss momentarily as his eyes scan down slowly and then meet mine again. “You are truly beautiful, Alex.”
I kiss him again, not able to handle the emotions I’m feeling. Just one more night. That’s all.
I push him backward out of the kitchen, and wrap myself around him, entangled in a frantic kiss. He starts to lead us to my room, but I shake my head
and manage to get the word, “Couch,” out in between kisses.
He pulls back and looks at me questionably, “What why? I want you in a bed.”
Shit. He can’t just let things go. “Do you really want to fuck me in the same place Chris did last night?” I ask, totally humiliated and honestly, feeling like a slut. Maybe I should stop this now.
In true Shriller fashion, he just grins against my lips, already bruised from his kisses. “Hey, I fucked you there first. Guarantee I made you scream louder there than he did. I’m not intimidated in the slightest.”
I shake my head, “No.” But I can’t help a small smile. He never judges me.
I let out a small yelp as he picks me up and slings me over his newly healed right shoulder, carrying me toward the back of the apartment.
I smack his shoulder, helpless, but not nearly as pissed as I should be. “Shriller, no. It’s gross. I haven’t washed the sheets.”
He shakes his head and chuckles, “Thanks for that image.” He stops, but instead of going into my open bedroom door, he turns and opens the door to the guest room. The one he stayed in for months. The one I haven’t entered since he left.
He drops me to my feet and pulls me to him by my nearly naked hips. “Forgot you own another bed?”
“Tried to,” I answer honestly.
He nods his head knowingly and then kisses my lips softly, letting his leave a featherlight presence over mine. I reach up and slip his tuxedo jacket off over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
One more night. It’s fitting that it’s in this room.
My fingers slowly work on the button of his crisp white shirt as he holds onto me. I open the now fully unbuttoned shirt and stare at his bare chest. My eyes move down, taking in every single tattooed and scarred inch of him. I stop at his right side where that bitch, Tiffany’s, name once was and now an intricate cover-up sits. I let my fingers slide over the exquisite artwork and smile. It’s a dirt bike and a GTO like the one we got him for his birthday, both on a track going up his ribs.
“Jesus. This must have taken a while,” I breathe out.
He nods, swallowing, my touch is affecting him I can tell. “It did, but it was worth every bit of time and money put into it.”
I bend and place a slow kiss over the ink on his ribs, smiling when I feel him shudder as I drag my lips down, planting small kisses over the large tattoo. I stand back up and pull the shirt fully off him and his fingers clasp the back of my neck as he pulls me hungrily to him.
Just one night.
Chapter 33
Shriller
I
kiss Alex with everything I’ve got, silently begging her to stay in this moment with me. My fingers move to the clasp on her bra and I release her firm tits as the fabric leaves her body. She’s perfect in every way. I curse the clock sitting on the bedside table, knowing that my time with her is limited.
I’m getting on that plane and leaving this behind unless, by some fucking miracle, she asks me to stay. I’m done trying to put myself out there when she’s made it perfectly clear she doesn’t want me.
I move my lips down her neck and explore her hardened nipples with my tongue, relishing the moans coming from her mouth.
Tonight, she is fucking mine.
Her hands are on the button of my pants and she has them unbuttoned and unzipped before I can say a word. My hard-as-steel cock springs out and up proudly, and she moves away from my eager mouth. She pushes my pants all the way down and I step out of them. Her lips crash against mine as she stands back up to her full height.
I’m physically aching to be inside of her, but I take my lips from hers, catching my breath. “Alex, slow.”
She groans, actually groans, like she’s in pain and presses her naked chest against mine. “I don’t think I can.”
Fuck! I use every bit of self-control I have and kiss her neck, moving over her protruding collarbone. Her hands grip my hair on the top of my head and she whispers harshly, “I want you. Now.”
It’s my turn to groan as we make our way to the bed and lay down with her under me. I kiss over each breast, watching goosebumps form on her skin. My eyes examine her body, happy I can’t see the tattoo Chris gave her and that all this ink is familiar as I move down, slowly trailing soft kisses, teasing her subtly.
Her hips buck upward in a reflex when I reach the hem of her thong with my lips. Her body is nearly shaking with need as I slip it off down her legs. “Shriller, please,” she begs and I almost lose it.
My mouth explores her pussy that is so wet and ready for me that I can’t tease her the way I want or I’ll wind up blowing my load like a fucking teenager. I know exactly how to make her come quickly, and I slide one finger into her tight heat before sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking my tongue.
I add another finger, moving in and out as her hips move at the speed I set. I focus on the magic spot with my tongue until I hear her voice screaming my name and her thighs clenching tight as she arches into me.
I move up her body and stop when my eyes meet hers, supporting my body weight on my arms, placed on both sides of her head.
She looks up at me, her pretty eyes still slightly glazed-over by her orgasm, and then her lips lift to meet mine. I take the opportunity to kiss her. It’s starts soft and gentle and gets more intense as her small hands move to my ass and grips it, urging my cock forward.
I oblige and enter her begging pussy, but I force myself to go slow. I still when I'm deep inside of her and I can feel Alex’s frustration as she pulls back from the kiss, locking eyes with mine. “Is something wrong?” she pants.
I shake my head and dip my head to kiss her without haste, savoring the taste of her mouth and the feeling of her lips as I begin to move inside of her.
Making long strokes, our bodies writhe together as our lips mingle. She wraps her legs around me, pushing my cock deeper. I feel the familiar clenching of her pussy and the unbelievably sexy sound she makes in the back of her throat when she’s close to coming. I lift my head and I look at her, my eyes wide open. Her eyes are open too. We stare at each other in some sort of trance as we move toward our goal.
Her eyes close and her head tilts back as her nails dig into the backs of my shoulders as an orgasm rips through her. The sensation of her coming and the pain brought by her nails sends me over the edge, and I come with her.
I let my forehead rest on hers as we lay frozen in that moment. I kiss her lips briefly and pull out before moving off and lying beside her.
We lay panting and staring up at the ceiling. Both too chickenshit to say a word until finally Alex turns her head toward me and asks desperately, “Say something funny. Anything. Tell me a joke.”
My head snaps to look into her deadly serious eyes, “What, like a knock-knock joke?”
“I don’t care. Just anything. A funny story. Whatever,” she pleads.
“What the fuck? Why?” I ask.
“You know why.” She stares into my eyes asking me not to make her say it.
I do know why. That was the most intense moment of my life, locking eyes with her while I was deep inside of her. I think about what Jax said months ago before everything blew up about going from fucking her from behind to looking her deep in the eyes as she makes love to me.
Neither one of us can handle the raw emotion we just experienced and she’s hoping switching to humor will help. I focus my sight back on the ceiling and brush a hand over my jaw. “Fuck. I can’t think of anything funny, Alex.”
“Yes, you can. You have to.”
Yeah, maybe she’s been right all along and we can never work. We’re both emotionally crippled beyond belief. So desperate not to feel, that we resort to tricks we’ve both been using for years.
I loll my head to the side again to face her. “All right. I’m pretty sure I have a fairly significant ass whooping coming from Chris.”
Her eyes widen in shock. She probably never expected me to mention her ex in my funny story, but
I went with the only thing I could think of. “Why? He dumped me, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care who I sleep with now.”
I shake my head and bring one arm up to rest my head on while I stare back up at the ceiling, not sure how Alex is gonna take this. “No, not because of you. Although, I probably have it coming for the other night at Brooke and Dylan’s.”
She’s still looking at me. “Why then?”
“I kinda fucked his ex-wife.”
Alex pops up in the bed and stares at me in horror, “What? When?”
I sit up slowly and lean back against the headboard, trying to ignore her blatant nakedness. “Right before I came back. In my defense, I didn’t know she was his ex-wife at the time.”
She’s studying me closely, and then she shakes her head in disbelief “No. No way. That’s like the world’s biggest coincidence.”
She brushes it off and leans back next to me, finding the blanket and pulling it up to her neck.
“Not really. My manager Joel works closely with Chris’s dad, Mitch. Mitch recommended Amy to Joel for his clients to use. She’s my physical therapist.”
“Wow,” she says in disbelief. “I guess that’s kinda funny,” she says with a small smile on her face.
I stare at the wall straight ahead. “That's not all.”
She looks amused when she asks sarcastically, “What did you fuck his mom too?”
I stay still and she smacks my chest. “Holy shit! You fucked his mom?”
She hits me again and I hold my hands up in surrender, shaking my head vigorously. “No. His sister, but that was a long time ago before I even met him.”
I prepare for another smack, but it doesn’t come. Instead Alex starts cracking up. I mean hysterically. What the hell?
I stare at her in disbelief as she laughs out, “Oh my God, only you, Shriller! He really is going to kill you if he ever finds out.”
I watch as her shoulders shake and she continues to laugh so hard that it’s fucking contagious and I start to laugh with her. It’s insane. It’s not that funny, but here we are. She’s laughing so hard she has tears running down her face and I’m trying to catch my breath.
