Found by Drew, page 4
I could feel his hardness between us, and my brain went blank. Damn, he was bigger than I remembered, and his kisses were doing a real number on my ability to think coherently. I couldn’t go back there; the hurt, the heartbreak... or could I? Annie would slap me for even considering such a stupid move, but I just wanted to be loved, needed, wanted - was that really so bad?
“Alex,” I murmured, getting hot and flustered as he moved one hand to cup my breast, his other squeezing my arse hard enough to leave tiny bruises where his fingertips had dug into my delicate flesh. “We can’t do this. We finished, remember? You’ve got Melinda.”
“Shh, she’s gone. It’s just you and me, babe,” he whispered in my ear, his hands never stopping their exploration and teasing. I shook my head and pulled away. I couldn’t do this. Not a relationship, at least. But a one-night stand? My mind was sluggish, trying to figure out the best solution for me in this hot mess of a situation. Could I do just one night with him, or would he drag me back into that huge pile of crazy it had been when we were together?
“Alex, this is... it’s just stupid. We’re friends, nothing more, never were. You decided that, remember?”
“I was wrong, Lia. So wrong. Come back to me, please, my little doll?” He pleaded with me, using every charm he possessed – the pout, the eyes, the deliberate way he dropped the sheet to give me an eyeful of his toned abs. Alex stretched forward, and I sat still, waiting for his touch.
I tried to resist, really I did, but the moment his tongue snaked down my neck and his fingers teased my nipple, I was putty in his hands. My back arched, and I pushed my chest towards him, grinding my pelvis against his. My brain and my body were at odds with each other, but I felt the most wanted I’d felt since he’d let me walk away.
“Melinda’s gone. It didn’t work out again. I couldn’t get you off my mind. Take me back? I’m sorry, babe. You’re all I want,” he whispered in my ear, nibbling my earlobe between phrases. His hands continued with their hungry assault on my curves, pinching my nipples, gentle tugs on my hair, caressing my skin. Melinda and Alex’s relationship had been through at least three reboots in the time I’d known him, and they’d been on and off before then too. I should have known better and never even gone near the train wreck they caused.
“Alex, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I tried to protest again, but the urges within me were much too strong. How could I deny something so effortless?
“Shh, Lia. Just go with it. It feels right,” he murmured, gripping my hips and shifting so I was underneath him. With an arrogance that was more sexy than cocky at that moment, he reached to my bedside table where I kept ‘emergency supplies’ for occasions like these. I couldn’t deny he had a point. Things between us had ended so abruptly and, if I was honest with myself, I had been missing the sex.
Fuck it. You only live once.
“Just this once, Alex. This is a one-time only deal,” I said, trying to sound forceful and independent, like I’d made this choice with my brain, not my raging libido. He grunted, ripping the condom packet carefully. Within seconds, he had covered his dick and thrust it inside me with such force I gasped with shock.
I’d missed having someone to be intimate with. I’d missed him, but by God, I had really missed this feeling. It was like his dick fit me in a way no other man’s ever had. I couldn’t explain it, but the cliché of fireworks and perfect fit were true in this case. Shame the guy behind the junk was a complete arse.
Deciding I might as well enjoy the moment, I switched off my thought processes and just went with it. We were going to fuck like rabbits, and my psychoanalysing every part of the situation was going to be nothing but a great big headache and a major turn-off. Feeling the warmth beginning to build between us, I gave myself over to instinct and enjoyed the moment.
As we found a good rhythm, I reached up, stroking his cheek with my thumb and tugging his face closer to mine by his hair. He responded at once, his tongue licking my lips. They opened, and I tingled as his tongue stroked mine, his teeth nibbling and pulling at my lips and tongue. Moaning into my mouth, his breath was hot and sweet. He reached a hand between us and my body shivered as his knuckles grazed the sensitive piece of skin by my hip. Large, rough hands gripped my hips and we rolled as one onto the cold side of the bed. The cool air in the apartment was welcome on my sweaty body as we picked up the pace.
Straddled on top, I bent forward over his defined chest and looked down into his blue eyes. They twinkled in the morning light, full of mischief and trouble. Boy, they hooked me in like the lure of a wave lapping on sand. His hands took hold of my hips again, strong arms rolling us, releasing one so a thumb could reach for my clit. He rubbed rough circles which had me throwing my head back and screaming his name. I felt my body begin to coil and tense as he upped the speed again and tweaked at my clit with his thumb, whilst his teeth nipped at the soft, sensitive pieces of skin along my lower stomach. I’d always been ticklish there, and he remembered. His pace was relentless, his touch rough, yet still gentle in places. My senses were in overdrive, the sensation continued to build, and when I could hold back no more, I let myself go with a scream of pure pleasure.
Alex shifted his position, rolling us with his hips, and with one hand behind my back, he pulled me close so my breasts pushed into his chest. His other hand held my pelvis still whilst he thrust hard into me from above. He released his hold on my back and leaned up, giving me space to raise one hand to my breast. I took over the squeezing and tugging he had been doing earlier and put the other between us to cup his balls, gently teasing as he started to pant. I knew it was only a matter of time for him, and I watched, enthralled, as his face contorted in pleasure, letting out a guttural groan as he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.
Waiting for him to open his eyes again, I prised myself from beneath his sweaty body and flopped, exhausted, onto the bed beside him. He draped his arm over my stomach and rested his head on my chest, still panting, but looking fucking gorgeous with his hair all messed up and a flush in his cheeks. His eyes had a surreal glow when he opened them, my own chocolate ones reflected back at me in his blue.
“Fuck me, babe. That was amazing.” He smiled, running his thumb up and down my side, slowly pulling me closer towards him, rearranging our bodies so we were curled up in what those women’s magazines would call ‘the spoon’. Why they named sexual positions after cutlery was beyond me, but I could understand why it topped their list of most intimate sexual positions.
I felt his heart beating fast and hard in his chest. His hair was damp, and he smelled divine; a perfect balance between masculine muskiness and raw passion. If I could forget the hurt, the lies, the cheating, if I knew for sure he wouldn’t do it again, I could be happy with him. In a weird way, we worked. But only when there was just the two of us, alone and happy, like we were right then. Too bad there was a world full of people out there determined to meddle and screw with us. Not to mention his propensity for chasing every female with a pulse in the local vicinity.
“I’ve missed you, Alex,” I whispered, half hoping he wouldn’t hear me, but he did.
Moving my long, and now very knotty hair off my shoulders, he kissed the back of my neck, sending a shiver of pure longing down my spine. I felt wanted, loved, and safe in his arms. It was like nothing or no one could ever tear us apart. We yawned in unison, and nuzzling our bodies even closer together, we slept. And it was the best sleep since before we’d split.
FIVE
When I awoke the second time from my sleep, I had a much clearer, if not more painful, head. The room seemed to spin when I tried to sit up. Groaning, I cursed the sun for being so damned bright. The digital alarm clock was flashing 13:15, and my phone was vibrating its way across the bedside table. Reaching over, the sheet covering me dropped, and I heard a wolf whistle from behind me.
Fuck. Alex was still here. I must have dreamed, or maybe I had wished, that he’d have had the decency to sneak out before I woke up. I flushed bright red as I sent the call to voicemail and turned to face him. Somehow, it was more embarrassing knowing we’d spent the last God knows how many hours snuggled up in a lovers’ embrace, despite him having ditched me a month earlier.
“Come back to bed, Lia. We need to talk,” he said, his eyes roaming up and down my naked body. He didn’t even try to hide the way they darkened with lust.
“Really? Do you seriously think the bedroom is the best place for this conversation?” I was floored by his arrogance - even if it were something of a turn-on. If he carried on with the attentive sex god act, I’d be riding him again before the end of the hour.
Shaking my head, I grabbed a hoodie and hot pant bottoms from my drawer and threw him his jeans. On second thought, I threw him the shirt too. There was no way I’d be able to concentrate on the upcoming conversation if his abs were rippling unchecked at me the whole time. My brain was in enough turmoil as it was, trying to keep my desires in check and my heart beating a steady rhythm. It certainly didn’t need any more distractions along the way.
“Get dressed. I’ll make some tea and then we need to talk.”
“What, no shower first?” He pouted, winking at me. The guy was unbelievable, but he was good, I had to give him that. He knew shower sex was my favourite, and he was going to try everything to put off the inevitable.
“Maybe later. Right now, it’s you, me, kitchen. Now shift your ass before I change my mind and throw you out of here like I should have done last night,” I said, trying hard to sound determined, but faltering. Damn him and his perfect looks. He had me right where he wanted me, again. I needed tea and a backbone to give me any chance of not falling for his shit the second time round.
A throaty chuckle and the sound of springs creaking told me he was doing as he’d been told for once. Ignoring him, I moved like a zombie towards the teapot, throwing a handful of tea leaves to brew whilst I rummaged for clean cups. I still remembered how he liked his tea, the same as me; milk and one sugar, and it was on the side when he walked in.
Only Alex could walk into a room and look like he owned the place, even though he had no real right to be there. His smirk lit his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair, the action lifting his shirt and letting me catch a glimpse of the defined shape leading towards his cock.
Dammit, girl, I chastised myself. Get your head out of the gutter. I couldn’t though. His physique had been one of the things that had initially attracted me to him, after his eyes.
I laughed, if only to stop myself from crying, and gestured towards his tea. I knew he was a coffee man, really, but I refused to make him feel any more welcome than he already was. Besides, I had thrown his coffee out into the rain one day. It felt good to clear all traces of him from my flat.
“So…” I started, taking a sip from my cup and hoping he would continue the conversation because, in that instant, I was at a complete loss for words. Oh, if only Annie could see me now. Scratch that. I was losing my gall, and the thought of Annie made me quiver. She’d kill me when we next saw each other. That’s if the vague recollections of a few of her choice phrases from the night before were true. I had some serious making up to do – tomorrow’s problem. Right then, I had to deal with the muscular cheating twat in front of me.
“So…” He smiled at me, his lips parting to reveal a stunning grin, straight out of one of those toothpaste ads. “You wanted to talk?”
Clearing my throat, I tried to hold his gaze without letting my legs go wobbly. Fuck, this was going to be harder than I thought. I tapped into the hurt and anger he’d left me with over the last few weeks; the sleepless nights, the unanswered questions. Remembering the pain helped me clear my head. It gave me focus to deal with the fact that I had, without a doubt, made a huge error, not only inviting him into my home, but fucking him like a sex deprived whore that morning. One-time deal or not, it was a mistake, and it could not happen again.
“This morning, it, er, it shouldn’t have happened, and it won’t be happening again,” I started, staring straight into those ocean eyes and trying not to drown in them. The conviction wasn’t there, and I knew he’d spot that. My head was spinning with my hangover, and I couldn’t cope with this. I needed ice cream, painkillers, and girl time with Annie, not Alex trying to wheedle his way back in.
“It felt pretty good to me, doll. It certainly felt like you wanted it just as much as me. I’d forgotten what a noisy little madam you were in the bedroom,” came his reply, accompanied with the trademark waggling eyebrows and mischievous sparkle. I felt like cringing at the cheesiness. It seemed like, all of a sudden, my common sense was smacking me around the head and chastising me for my stupid mistake.
“You’re a fucking arrogant cock, you know that? Just because I was stupid enough to fall for your charms once does not mean I am going to do it again. Once bitten and all that. You broke my goddamn heart, Alex, all to spite your ex and get a bit of skirt. I’m not doing it again. I won’t let you do this to me again. I can’t deal with your shit anymore. You broke me, you bastard. You fucking broke me.”
The words started to tumble from my mouth before I could censor them in any way. My voice got thick towards the end of my tirade and my eyes began to fill before I could do anything to stop it. I didn’t want to appear weak in front of this prick, but maybe, just maybe, it would teach him he couldn’t go around treating people the way he did. Angry crying was a pain in the arse.
“Lia, you’re so hot when you’re angry…” he started, putting that usually irresistible husk into his voice and trying to distract me. He went to stand, the movement highlighting how tight his shirt was on his biceps. I turned away, facing the counter and trying to subtly wipe my tears. His hand brushed my side and he whirled me round to face him, taking my chin in his hand and placing his lips on mine. I put both hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare. I mean it, Alex. Stay the fuck away from me,” I spat, pointing my finger in his direction and backing into the corner of my kitchen, trying my best to keep a reasonable distance between us. “You never take me seriously, do you? Was it all just a game to get Melinda back into bed with you? Am I just some plaything you toss aside when you get fed up with me? Tell me, Alex, because I am done with your fucking games. You hear me? I. Am. Done!”
The smile dropped from his face, and for the first time since this whole mess started, it seemed like he was finally starting to see the damage his reckless behaviour had on other people. Good. About time he had a reality check and noticed he wasn’t Mr Perfect after all. He sighed, sat back down, and looked into his emptying mug. Silence surrounded us for a while; we both withdrew into our heads and waited for the other to talk first. As far as I was concerned, I’d said my piece, and made a tit out of myself in the process, so it was his turn to lay his soul bare.
“Lia, I… shit. I never meant for it to work out this way. I just, I fucked up, I guess. Melinda was a mistake.” He shuffled about in his seat like a child caught in the act. I actually felt kind of sorry for him. God knows why, but he’d screwed things up with both of us by the sounds of things.
“A mistake? How is fucking your friend to get your ex-girlfriend jealous enough to get back with you a mistake? You pair are as screwed up as each other. You deserve each other so you don’t damage everyone else with your crazy.” My anger was ebbing, but the bitterness I had held on to for the last few weeks was bubbling like a kettle ready to boil. I wasn’t normally a vindictive person, but the mere mention of that bitch’s name had my hackles raised and my claws out.
“I know you’re angry. I’d be too if you’d done this to me, but I didn’t plan any of this, Lia. Please, you’ve got to believe me,” Alex said, starting to cry. “Melinda is… well, she’s twisted and she has issues.”
I snorted. Not my most attractive trait, but hey ho, I was pissed off. “No fucking shit, Sherlock. It’s taken you how many years to figure that out?”
“For fuck’s sake, Lia, I’m trying to explain here. I get that you’re pissed off, believe me, I do, but it’s not easy for me to admit I fucked up like this, okay?” he shouted, a sound I’d never heard before. It sent tingles down my spine. I wasn’t the only one who was hot when they were angry. The animalistic passion rolling off him, the defensive stance, like an animal that had been wounded.
Great. One more thing to add to the ‘pros’ list.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just having a hard time keeping hold of my inner bitch. She got kinda pissy when you fucked with my heart, you see.”
Alex shook his head slowly. His eyes looked like they were ready to overflow, and his face was flushed. I made to reach out to him, my hand covering half the distance between us before I halted, deciding against it. I felt like I was being torn in two. One half of me trusted him, accepted his mistake, the other half wanted to rip his cock off and shove it down Melinda’s throat. Trying to cover my movement, I reached for the biscuits on the side and offered him the pack. Smooth, Lia. So smooth. I giggled. His head shot up and his stare went straight through me.
“I’ve missed that sound. It was always the highlight of my day, making you laugh like that,” he whispered. The arrogance from earlier had dissipated and he looked like a broken man. His shoulders were hunched, his head looked like it was taking all his energy to hold it upright, and although I knew I shouldn’t, I pitied him. I wanted to take him in my arms and help him. “Please, doll. I fucked up, I know that. Melinda was just using me too. She’s been chasing after Hayden for months now and I never knew. She used me to make him jealous and it hurt. It still hurts.”
