Pulling out of her, I slowly enter her, and she tightens around my cock. I groan, “Fuck, baby.”
“Cross.” She sighs, her arms coming around my neck.
I grab her hands, intertwining our fingers together, and pin them down next to her head and start moving a little faster, but still going slow enough just to tease her.
Her heels dig into my ass, trying to get me to speed up, but I’m not going to budge. I know what I want and how I want it.
“Please …”
I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her words as I continue teasing her while wondering if she did this with Mitch. Did he love her? Did he just fuck her? What happened between them that made them break up? If I’m being honest with myself, I’d say I’m sorry for the son of a bitch. Because I don’t want to fuck this up.
ALEXA
SLIDING OUT OFCross’s bed, I grab my cell off the nightstand and tiptoe to his adjoining bathroom so I don’t wake him. He just fell asleep a few minutes ago. Turning on the soft light, I look down at my cell. It’s a little after five in the morning. He’ll only get about a two-hour nap at this point.
I open my messages and go to April’s.
Me: If you need anything, just let me know. Even if it’s just to talk. Or you need someone to listen. Please, know I’m here. Love you.
I send the message and close my eyes. I hate it for my best friend, for Grave, and for all the Kings. I know they all feel a loss.
My phone vibrates, signaling I have a message, and I open it up.
April: I do need a favor. Can you cover Roses for me Friday morning for a few hours?
Me: Yes. Everything okay?
After I send it, I roll my eyes and wish I could delete it.Of course, she’s not okay, Alexa!
April: Yes.
She’s lying, but why? Why won’t she just come out and talk to me? I don’t know how to respond to that, so I take the fact that she even messaged me back as a good sign and leave it at that. At least she is asking for help, even if it’s for something small.
Turning the light off, I make my way back through his pitch-black bedroom, hoping not to trip over the trail of clothes on the floor. I manage to get onto the bed and crawl in next to him.
He moves, and I stiffen, hoping I didn’t wake him. I feel his body shift, and then he’s pressed up against my back, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into him. I relax and close my eyes.
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I WAKE TOdarkness and stretch out, blinking a few times for my eyes to adjust but still nothing.
Reaching over, I run my hand over the nightstand and feel for my cell. I grab it and light up the screen, making me blink rapidly at the bright light. “Shit.” I sigh, seeing that it’s almost eleven o’clock. Rolling over onto my side, I pull up Cross’s number and call him.
“There she is,” he answers, sounding cheerful. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
I groan but hate that I smile at the way he calls me gorgeous. “Why didn’t you wake me when you left?”
“I wanted you to sleep. I kissed you goodbye, and you didn’t even move.”
He kissed me goodbye? Why does that make my breath quicken? “Well, you should have tried harder.” His head between my legs would have done the trick.
He chuckles. “I’ll remember that next time.”
“Seriously.” I push my hair from my face and sit up, feeling his cool sheets on my naked body. If I was him, I’d never leave this bed. “I don’t like being here without you.”
There’s a long silence on his end before he speaks. “Why?” he asks, sounding concerned all of a sudden.
“Because what if one of the Kings sees me here?” This is their suite. I’d hate for Bones to find me in the kitchen making coffee. I just feel like I’m not allowed here if Cross isn’t here.
