by Adams, S. C.
“What was your plan exactly? To make Jason jealous?”
“No! I already told you I don’t love Jason! I never loved Jason.”
“So, you were just going to marry some guy you didn’t love?”
Her shoulders slump as she nods.
“Was it for the money, or was the sex that good?”
Lexi’s eyes narrow, and she shoves me against the wall. We’re both surprised by the power behind her push.
“I told you I don’t care about money!”
“So the sex then. Was he as good as me? Were you hoping to get what you were missing after he dumped you?”
Lexi shoves my chest again, but this time, I grab ahold of her wrists.
“You want the truth?” she asks, her voice cracking with emotion.
“Yes, that’s all I ever wanted from you,” I grit my teeth at her.
“Jason was lousy at everything. In bed and at being my boyfriend. I was with him because I didn’t think I could do any better,” she admits, tearing away from my grasp.
She hides her face in her hands as she cries. Wiping her tears with the back of her arm, she looks in my direction, but she doesn’t look into my eyes.
“Did you come here to humiliate me? Maybe you are more like Jason than I thought after all.”
She turns away from me again, her body racked by tears. My heart hurts.
“Lex, I’m not trying to humiliate you. I just don’t get why you would think you had to settle for that scumbag…”
She wipes her eyes again and turns toward me. This time, she makes eye contact.
“I’m not exactly Miss America,” she laughs through her tears.
“Who would want Miss America?” I ask, walking up to her.
She looks up at me, and I wipe her tears and her messed up mascara away with my fingers. All of my anger dissipates as I look down into her sad eyes.
“Kane, I didn’t mean what I said.”
“When?”
“Before… when I said you’re like Jason. You’re nothing alike,” she smiles.
“Why did you come onto me that night if I looked like the guy you didn’t love and who left you at the altar?”
“I was drunk, and even though you resembled Jason, there was something in your eyes… in the way you spoke… I wanted you.”
“You wanted to fuck me?”
She blushes and shrugs.
“Yeah, that was the plan. I didn’t expect to see you again, but I’m glad I did.”
“Come here,” I motion her to me.
Leaning down, I capture Lexi’s lips in a kiss. I run my hand along her cheek, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her up. Lexi’s legs wrap around my waist as I push her against the wall.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, burying my face in her chest.
Lexi’s fingers run through my hair as I suck on the tops of her breasts.
“Kane, I don’t have a bed anymore,” she murmurs.
I just laugh. “Do you think that will stop me?”
I set Lexi down, and she eagerly kisses me, sucking on my tongue.
“Turn around. I need your ass.”
She faces the wall, happy to comply. I grab her arms and slap them against the wall, making her huge ass stick out. I squeeze her meaty hips before sliding the yoga pants down, revealing her bare ass.
My cock jumps at the sight, and I quickly undo my dress pants. I bend over and give each ass cheek a bite. Lexi squeals in response. I reach under her and stick my fingers in her pussy to check if she’s wet. To my delight, she’s already soaked, and I have barely touched her.
I pull my fingers out and glide my cock into her slowly. Even though she’s well lubricated, I’d forgotten how tight she is. I relish in the feeling of just being inside of her for a moment. My arms snake around her belly, hugging her tight to my body. I push Lexi’s long curls to the side and kiss her neck.
“I’ve missed you,” she coos, looking at me from over her shoulder. “Now fuck me.”
She wiggles her ass against me, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I slowly pull out of her, making Lexi feel every inch. As I push back into her, her pussy squeezes me like a vice. I pump into her slowly, gradually picking up speed until I’m making her ass slap against me.
I reach under her tank top and release her tits from her bra cups. I squeeze her boobs, loving every curvy inch of her body.
“Oh, Kane,” she cries out as her orgasm starts to approach. “Keep it inside me,” she says, reaching around to grab my ass and press me against her.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” I say, grabbing her arms so that I can pump her harder and give her the release she needs.
“Fuck, ugh…” she moans, slumping forward against the wall.
Her whole body goes limp as I gently stroke her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. Lexi catches her breath before putting her hands against the wall.
“Come for me, baby,” she says, clenching her walls and sliding herself up and down my shaft.
I stop moving and let her work my cock. The view of her hot ass jiggling and my cock below it sliding into her dripping pussy rips the orgasm from my body. I shudder as my thick cream explodes into her. She lets out a little moan as another quick orgasm rips through her and pulls one last spurt from my dick.
I reluctantly pull out of her and pull her pants up. She adjusts her bra as I fix myself. She looks at me and then at the boxes.
“I should finish packing,” she comments awkwardly.
I grab her wrist before she can walk away.
“So, that’s it?” I ask her, looking at her like she’s crazy. “Lex, I didn’t come over here to fuck and run,” I explain.
“Why did you come here then? To yell at me some more?” she questions. “I was just a booty call anyway…”
I squeeze her wrist firmly, frustrated with her.
“I came over here for closure because you’re all I can think about, Lexi. Does that sound like just a booty call to you?”
She sighs. “Did you get your closure?”
I can tell she’s trying to put up a strong front. What is she afraid of? Or does she really feel nothing for me?
“No, not really. Now I’m more fucked in the head than ever,” I snap. “I come over here and… you think I just wanted a goodbye screw?”
“I don’t know what to think, Kane. My head is a mess, and you’re just making it worse,” Lexi argues.
“I’m making it worse?!” I yell. “Jesus, Lexi! You make it incredibly hard for someone to love you,” I remark, exasperated.
Lexi turns away from me, and I realize my words came out the wrong way.
“This is ridiculous,” I sigh. “I guess I should go.”
I walk to the door and grab the handle. I look back at Lexi; I can tell she’s crying again. It’s at that moment I realize I need to just tell her how I feel about her. Maybe then, she’ll understand.
21
Lexi
My moods have been erratic lately, and it’s all because of Kane Jones. I can’t stop crying because of the words he’s spitting at me. I don’t want Kane to see me hysterical like this, but I can’t help it. It scares me how weak I am when it comes to him. I gave Kane the answers he was looking for. I even gave Kane one last time together, but he is obviously out to torture me. To hurt me the way I hurt him… and he’s succeeding.
Kane says he came here for closure, but in guy speak, he just wanted one last romp. And I gave it to him because I wanted him. I still want him. And I know I will always want him.
I wait to hear Kane leave the apartment so that I can stop holding myself upright. My entire body is a trembling mess. But the sound of my door opening never comes.
Suddenly, Kane’s arms wrap around me. He turns me around and pulls me to his chest. My short arms do my best to wrap around him. I clutch his dress shirt in my hands. I’m sure my tears are soaking the expensive material as well as wrinkling it, but Kane holds me tight. Like a warm blanke
t that keeps me safe.
“These past two weeks have been hell,” he admits.
His raspy voice is muffled since I’m pressed so tightly to him. I can feel his chin move as he talks since it’s resting on the top of my head. I nod against his chest.
“I’ve been on such a short fuse,” I sigh.
“I know,” he chuckles.
I look up at him and scowl.
“How?”
He raises his eyebrows at me, indicating the little sobbing episode I’d just had with him. But he doesn’t say anything about that, thankfully.
“I went to your job before coming here; I ran into Renata.”
Ugh, just the thought of Renata running into Kane disgusts me. She probably wants to dig her claws into him like she would have loved to have done with Jason. Who knows what she told Kane about me!
“Oh God, what did she tell you?”
“That you got fired and put your hands on her. But she’s not going to press charges,” he flashes an amused smirk.
I roll my eyes and can’t help but laugh.
“I literally tapped her in the forehead.”
“You got fired over a tap?”
“No. They couldn’t afford me anymore, so they let me go. And that’s why I’m moving. Melanie is putting me up on her couch until I get back on my feet,” I explain.
“No,” Kane shakes his head.
“No?”
I look at him, confused.
“You’ll stay with me.”
My eyes pop out of my head. Kane wants me to move in with him? He pities me, and while the gesture is sweet, I already feel pathetic enough. To take him up on that offer would just make me feel even more helpless and needy.
“Kane, it’s fine. You don’t have to move me in with you.”
“Look, if you don’t want to be with me, okay. But I won’t have you sleeping on someone’s couch when I have four extra bedrooms, not to mention two small apartments that are mine on the penthouse floor,” Kane says. “You can have your own space and stay as long as you like. You don’t even have to see me…” Kane rambles. “You can even use my penthouse at the Hotel Magnolia if you prefer that.”
His blue eyes are big and glassy and concerned about me. I put my hand to his chiseled jaw, and it flexes underneath my touch.
“Why wouldn’t I want to see you?” I ask with a smile.
He returns the smile.
“Because you yelled at me,” he pouts.
“You yelled too,” I reason.
“Only because I want you…” Kane trails off, not finishing his sentence.
“You want me to what?”
“To feel about me how I feel about you.”
He leans down and kisses me with his strong arms still wrapped around me. When our lips part, he presses his forehead to mine.
“I love you, Kane.”
The words tumble out of my mouth so freely that my stomach does somersaults as I wait for Kane’s reaction.
“Thank God. Getting you to say that was like pulling teeth,” Kane laughs.
I laugh and smack his chest.
“That wasn’t the response I was hoping to hear,” I tease him.
“I love you, too, Lexi,” Kane smirks before hugging me tightly.
“I promise to be open with you from now on…” I tell him after we break apart.
“Any more ex-fiancés who look like me that I should know about?”
I shake my head. “No other fiancés. No other doppelgangers. And no one who compares to you either.”
He pulls me into a passionate kiss that makes me melt into his arms.
“Come on, let’s go back to our place and get take-out,” Kane suggests, nodding toward the door.
“Oh, our place?” I laugh. “I like the sound of that.”
He winks at me and holds the door open for me.
“What about my stuff? Melanie and Ricky are supposed to help me move tonight.”
“I’ll send someone for your stuff. It’s time you let a real man take care of you,” Kane mutters into my ear before kissing my cheek.
Just as with any good thing that happens to me, I wonder if this is some crazy dream. My knight in a business suit rescues me from my annoying, loveless life… and then I’ll wake up and realize it was all a fairytale.
But then I pinch myself and remember – I’m worthy of love. I’m worthy of an amazing man like Kane Jones. Even though I’m a mess with my sweaty hair, ratty moving clothes, and splotchy face, I walk outside with confidence, knowing that none of that matters.
Just like it didn’t matter that Jason is gorgeous in his wax-like shell of a body. Because inside, he is dull and ugly. It isn’t Kane’s incredible body or handsome face that makes him most desirable, it’s who he is inside. It’s the way he makes me feel when he looks at me.
From this moment on, I vow to look at myself through Kane’s gorgeous icy blue eyes.
22
Kane
I take Lexi back to my place, and Kayla can’t get enough of her. Lexi sits on the rug scratching Kayla’s belly as I order the food. I change into basketball shorts and a tank top, eager to get comfortable after overworking myself these past couple of weeks.
I don’t have to stifle thoughts of Lexi anymore with work. She is all mine, and I won’t let anyone hurt her ever again. I pour two glasses of wine and sit on the couch.
“My two favorite girls have missed each other,” I tease.
Lexi laughs, and I hand her a glass of wine. She plops down next to me on the couch, and Kayla puts her snout on Lexi’s lap.
“Aw,” Lexi says, scratching my dog’s head.
“Was Melanie disappointed you won’t be staying with her?”
Lexi tucks her legs underneath her and clanks her glass with mine before taking a sip.
“She was happy to hear the agony leave my voice.”
“I’m glad to hear I wasn’t the only one who was miserable.”
She snuggles her head into the crook of my neck, and I wrap my arm around her.
“So, which room is mine?” she asks.
I glare down at her, not sure if she’s joking or not. I’ll be okay if she chooses to sleep in a different bed, but I can’t hide my disappointment.
“Uh… you can take your pick.”
She thinks for a moment. “I’ll take the one that comes with the irresistible guy. Unless that room is all booked?”
She wrinkles her nose as she jokes with me.
I squeeze her inner thigh. “I think I have one vacancy left.”
Lexi takes another sip of wine and kisses me. She nibbles on my bottom lip and immediately moves to sit in my lap, forgetting all about the wine in her hand. The movement causes the red liquid to dump all over her white tank top.
“Shit,” she hisses, standing up to check if she got any on the couch. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t get it anywhere, baby. Besides, you look good painted red,” I grin, staring at the wet, red-stained tank top clinging to her huge breasts.
She pulls the top over her head, which leaves her in just her yoga pants and satin bra. The white bra is also stained with wine.
“Well, that’s the only shirt I have with me,” she chuckles.
“I’m not complaining,” I wink. “It looks like the wine soaked through. You should probably take off the bra too,” I grin.
She reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra. She pulls the satin fabric away, and I admire her massive tits like it’s the first time I’m seeing them.
The phone rings, signifying there’s a delivery. I pick up the phone, and the doorman explains the food has arrived.
“Thank you. Send it up.”
Lexi’s eyes widen, and she makes a vain effort to cover her big breasts with her small hands. I laugh at her.
“Go grab a shirt from my closet.”
A moment later, there is a knock on the door. I take the food from the delivery person. When I close the door, Lexi is walking down the hall in one
of my button-down dress shirts and nothing else. Her thick thighs stick out from underneath the shirt tails, and I want to throw her on top of the table and skip dinner.
“That’s fucking sexy,” I grin.
She walks up to me and kisses me. My hands feel her bare ass under the shirt, and I instantly harden.
“You took your panties off?” I ask.
“In case I got wine on them, too,” Lexi teases. “Dinner first,” she pecks my lips. “I’m starving.”
I eye her as she takes the takeout bag from me and starts to unload it. For some reason, the reoccurring idea that Lexi is pregnant fills my head. Maybe the idea strikes me because her emotions have been all over the place today or because she just chose to eat before sex… or maybe it has everything to do with what I hope for our future together.
Lexi’s emotions are very much justified today, though. It’s not fair to pass them off as hormonal. She was upset over me and in talking about her failed engagement. Plus, she just lost her job and her apartment. But for a moment, I allow myself to entertain the idea that she’s pregnant.
The image of Lexi carrying my child warms my heart.
“When was the last time you got your period?”
Lexi looks at me funny. “Last week. Why?”
“I just…”
“Are you offended that I want to eat first?” she asks with her hands on her hips. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” she explains.
“No, I just… with how emotional you were today…”
“Um, I’ve been through a lot over the past couple of months, don’t you think? Being stood up on my wedding day, meeting you, and losing my job. Are you not good with emotions?” she asks, squinting at me.
“Lexi, it’s all good, Miss Sassy No Pants,” I laugh. “I just thought… well, I hoped you might be pregnant,” I say nonchalantly.
Lexi stands there, dumbfounded by what I just said. Immediately, I want to take it back.
“I know. Way too soon. And I don’t even know if you want kids. Forget I said it.”
Lexi smiles. “You hoped I was pregnant?”
I shrug. “Yeah. I would love to be a dad someday. I’d love to make a baby with you.”
