He pulled off and quickly stood, closing his strong hand around my length. He gave me a questioning look when he slipped his cock next to mine in his fist, and I nodded vigorously, both wanting and needing him to finish us off together. It barely took more than a few quick strokes before I was gripping his arms and shooting hot cum all over our stomachs. Alex watched me the entire time, raw and honest desire in his bright blue eyes. I’d never seen him so strung out before, so out of control and almost desperate. It made me a little dizzy to know I’d been the one to do that.
Leaning in to kiss him, I replaced his hand with my own around his cock and began to stroke. I barely had time to enjoy the feel of him before Alex shuddered against me, grunting in pleasure as his orgasm claimed him.
I let my head fall to his shoulder, trying not to sway as we remained standing. “Okay,thatwas… wow,” I said with a contented laugh.
Alex didn’t respond, which made me look up. I was a little relieved to see he looked happy and content. “I’d happily go for a repeat. Just say the word, and… yeah.Anytime.”
He chuckled and pulled me close. “Good thing you sent Mel and James home. I don’t think we could have hidden that very well.”
I laughed. “Oh, apparently we haven’t been hiding anything.” He gave me a questioning look. “They accused us of doing this yesterday when we came back a little late from lunch. Well, notthis,but making out.”
He laughed. “Maybe if you’d stop peeking out the window every ten minutes to find me, they wouldn’t have caught on so fast.”
I tried to hide my smile. “Hard to resist when my handyman is all sweaty muscles and tats. Besides, I don’t care if they know.”
He kissed me. “I don’t really either.”
I studied him, tracing a finger along the dark lines on his biceps. “So it really was just concern for Roxy keeping you at arm’s length?”
“Rox comes first,” Alex said simply. “It’s always been that way.”
I nodded. “You really are a good dad to her.”
When he smiled, there was something like relief in his features, letting me know I’d said the right thing. “Yeah. Well, she’s my girl.”
12
Bri was sitting on the front porch, tossing a ball for Prince when I pulled up in front of her house on Sunday. Her dark hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, making her appear five years younger. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the woman sitting next to her.
“Damn you, Bri,” I muttered, immediately regretting that I hadn’t worked up the courage up to invite Alex. Maybe if he’d been here, I could’ve just ripped off the Band-Aid and gotten it over with. Instead, I’d chickened out all day yesterday, letting my fears of how my sister would react, along with my insecurities of if he’d say no, win out.
Climbing out of my truck, I barely remembered to grab the bag of groceries I’d picked up on my way, before closing the door. Prince practically knocked me over with his weight as he jumped up to say hello.
“Hey, boy,” I said. The energetic Doberman barked once before running off to chase the ball again.
Bri stood and pulled me in for a quick hug. “Hey, Veno,” she said, likely only using my old nickname as a way to earn my forgiveness for springing this meeting on me without warning. Well, two could play this game.
“Reba,” I said, tugging her hair playfully.
She gaped. It had been a good five or six years since I’d called her that, even longer since I’d heard the country singer’s music blaring endlessly from her bedroom down the hall as a teen.
“Perfect timing. The sauce should be just about done.”
“Good. I brought the stuff for the salad, like you asked.”
“I’m sorry we couldn’t do this last weekend,” she said. “One of the nurses needed to leave on an emergency, so we had to swap shifts.”
“It’s okay,” I said, briefly glancing at her redheaded friend, who was eyeing me as if I was an award-winning pie. I really wanted to know why my sister invited Trinity, especially after I’d already asked if I could bring someone. I didn’t say that, though, wanting to keep things civil.
“Trinity, this is Vaughn,” Bri said calmly, as if she hadn’t just thrown me under the bus. “Vaughn, this is Trinity.”
I smiled at her before heading inside, Trinity staying much too close for my comfort. After placing the bag on the counter, I pulled the ingredients out and began preparing a salad to go with the spaghetti.
“I drove by the clinic the other day,” Bri said. “It looks way different than the last time I was there.”
How I wished Alex could’ve heard that praise for himself.If only I would have invited him.“Yeah. I hired someone to help out,” I said with pride. “He’s completely redone the place, inside and out. You should come by and check it out.”
Bri stopped stirring the sauce and cast me a curious look, and I could tell she was already reading between the lines. “Well, that’s good. It was needed. And it’ll help bring in more clients.”
