“You can take as long as you need, love. I will be trying to prove myself to you, regardless. I know you feel something for me too, so I can wait for as long as it takes.”
“Ok,” she says. And then she completely changes the subject. “Can you get me some water and painkillers?”
“Of course,” I laugh while getting up. She must really be exhausted. And I’m sure her hand hurts like a bitch. “Point me in the right direction and I will get anything you need.”
She points to the bottle of painkillers on the counter and to the fridge. “Just over there.”
I bring it all back to her and sit back down. “I have a request. Don’t be afraid to say no.”
“Ok.” she says slowly, looking confused. “Shoot.”
“I sort of got sick all over my bed last night, apparently. Whatever that chick slipped into my drink made me so sick. I’m having a new bed delivered tomorrow. But I was hoping you might let me stay with you tonight?” Please say yes, please say yes. I don’t know if I can be away from her tonight after all that’s happened. I just want to be able to hold her, to convince myself that she’s real.
“Oh, gross.” She thinks for a couple of minutes. “Yeah, you can stay. But no funny business. Just sleeping.” She waves the hand with a cast on it in the air. “I’m injured and need my rest.”
“No funny business, got it.” I gently help her off the couch, avoiding her broken hand. “Does this count as funny business?” I ask, sliding my hands up and pushing them into her hair, bringing my mouth to hers. I place a soft kiss on her lips and pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. Her breath quickens slightly and her lips part, inviting my kiss again. I place my lips on hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, devouring the soft moan that comes from her throat as I do so. Her hands slide up my chest, gripping my shirt and pulling me closer. I deepen our kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue while she eagerly kisses me back. She tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, and I can’t remember when a kiss has ever tasted better. My dick is trying to get in on the action, and she’s pulled me so close that I know she feels it, too. I gradually end the kiss, knowing it’s not the right time to be doing more.
“As much as I want to fuck you right now, love, I think you’re right about the no funny business. It’s probably best for both of us if we just rest tonight. You broke your hand protecting me, and I’m still feeling the aftereffects of the drug that bitch dosed me with.” My voice is heavy with regret. I rest my forehead against hers, placing soft, chaste kisses on her lips while we both allow our breathing to return to normal. “Would you prefer I sleep on the couch tonight?” It kills me to ask, but I’m not forcing my way into her bed, even if we won’t be doing anything but sleeping.
“No.” She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest. “I’d like you to sleep beside me, if that’s ok? I think I will sleep better with you there.”
“I was hoping you would want that. Lead the way, love. Take me to bed.” I lace my fingers with hers and she turns to lead me to her bedroom. Moving boxes are stacked neatly along one wall and the bed is against the other. I can’t believe things got so screwed up that she felt her only choice was to quit and move out. I’m kind of impressed at how quickly she managed to do it, though. It had to have been less than an hour between when she got back to the house and found me and when she was here and getting into the whiskey.
I feel so guilty for not seeing what was happening with that dumb bitch at the bar. She’d popped up enough times that I should have suspected something was going on. How did I allow myself to get drugged like that? I know it’s not actually my fault, but that doesn’t make me feel much better. It’s all bullshit, but the worst part for me is how it made Alex feel. I need to figure out how to earn her trust again. The fact that she’s letting me sleep beside her tonight is a good sign, I hope.
Alex walks over to the far side of the bed and starts taking her pants off. I have to look away because her gorgeous legs are too tempting. My poor dick can’t take much more of this. How much harder can it possibly get? God, this woman is so bloody sexy. And it seems like she doesn’t know that she is. She pulls off her sweatshirt, revealing a thin white tank underneath. I wonder if she knows I can see her hard little nipples right through it. This is going to be a long night for my dick, I think.
“Nice jammies,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood a little. “I’m afraid mine won’t be nearly as appropriate for our purposes this evening.”
I reach back and pull my shirt over my head, exposing the chest and abs that I’ve worked so hard for at the gym. From the way Alex just licked her lips, I think she likes the view. My hands move down to my belt buckle and her eyes follow, widening ever so slightly. As I loosen my belt and undo the top button of my jeans, I can see her swallow as she remembers, and readies herself to see what I wear under my pants.
Which is nothing.
Chapter 54
Alex - Why Her?
What in the hell was I thinking when I said no funny business? Did I forget what he looked like naked? How can I stick to that when this man is standing in front of me, eyes full of lust as he stares at me in the tank top and panties I had underneath my clothes? I think I can feel the heat coming off of him from here. I know for damn sure that my panties are flooded already, even though we only kissed, and he’s just starting to undress.
“Nice jammies,” he says, looking me up and down, “I’m afraid mine won’t be nearly as appropriate for our purposes this evening.”
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I lick my lips at the view. That kiss-worthy V is on display above his low-slung jeans and his abs and chest look like they’ve been chiseled from granite. That’s one thing to be said about a fighter’s body, they’re often well muscled and lean enough to see it. And I can tell Connor has been doing a lot of fight training lately.
His hands move down to his belt and start working the buckle before moving on to the button of his jeans. He stops and looks at me. I can feel my eyes open wider in anticipation. I know what’s under those jeans. And it’s not boxersorbriefs. Connor goes commando, and I’m about to see exactly what that V is pointing at.
Connor pulls the zipper apart and pushes his pants down to his feet. His cock is hard, long, and thick, and pointing at me like some sort of desire compass. Pre-come is glistening at the tip already, and it’s taking everything I have in me to not walk over there and lick it off. Kicking his jeans the rest of the way off, he walks to the opposite side of the bed.
“Get in bed, baby. If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m not sure I can be held responsible for what happens next.” His voice is husky, deeper than normal, and I can hear how badly he wants me in the growl that teases the edge of his words.
I go to the door and flip the light switch, but there’s still more than enough light to see by. My curtains are open and the light from streetlights and signs in the neighbourhood is almost as bright as leaving the overhead light on would be. Connor is already laying in bed, the blankets doing nothing to disguise his impressive erection. I make my way back to my side and crawl under the blankets, turning to face him.
He turns on his side to look at me and rests his hand on my waist. His other arm is under his head and I can feel him twirling my hair in his fingers. That’s going to make it an even more tangled mess than it already is, but it feels so good I just can’t bring myself to care.
“Can I ask you something?” He’s looking into my soul, of course he can ask me something. At this point he could ask me anything and I would answer.
“Why did you pull that girl off instead of going after me? I know with Derek the, uh, position? was different, but you still could have easily gotten to me instead of her.”
“I’m not entirely sure,” I admit after a moment. “I haven’t blamed the woman in a situation like this before. My belief is that it’s the person in the relationship who is doing something wrong. My partner is the one breaking my trust, not the girl. But before I could even think, I had that girl by her hair and didn’t stop hitting her until Ryder pulled me off and got me out of there. And from the broken hand I’m sporting, I can tell that I didn’t hold back. I’m just glad I dropped the bat or that bitch could be dead.”
