CHAPTER 43

My back arches and my hips shoot off the bed as I orgasm, and I’m so exhausted all I can manage is a groan of relief. I flop back down to the mattress, but Alexander doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to move over me, in me… leaving no spot untouched or unworshipped.

“Please stop,” I beg him as I push weakly at his head. He doesn’t stop so I fist his hair and give it a hard tug.

He finally looks up at me with lazy eyes, his mouth wet and his smile satisfied.

“Enough,” I tell him, then tug on his hair harder so he starts to climb up my body.

We’ve been going at it all night, into the early morning hours, and while I don’t want to be done, I do want to catch my breath. Surely Alex wants to catch his as he was just drowning in between my legs for what felt like hours.

Alex comes up over me, elbows to the mattress and his hips dipping down. I bring my arms up to circle around his neck, give him a hug and then a kiss to taste myself on his mouth, but he shocks me by sliding right inside of me.

He groans, closes his eyes, and rests his forehead on mine.

“I know I should stop,” he mutters as he moves with lazy strokes. “But I can’t.”

Feeling the length of him inside of me, the press of him against my walls, and the sounds rumbling in his chest, I don’t want him to quit either. I raise my legs, press my knees against his ribs, and move my hips counter to his.

I don’t know how it’s possible but, within minutes, he has me coming again. I gasp as my body trembles. Walsh continues to ride me slowly, lifting his face up so he can look at me.

“Helluva secret we’ve got going on here,” he murmurs, stroking deep and true.

“And I’m okay with that,” I tell him with a smile. I just hope to God Noel doesn’t find out about this, not because I’m worried about my brother, but because it’s important to Alex. I want Alex, but not at the expense of their friendship. Deep in my heart, I know this will only end in one way, and that’s me eventually having to give him up.

But for right now, I’m selfish enough to take advantage of the deal we’ve struck.

Alexander’s breathing gets heavier, his thrusts driving a little deeper. He’s close. I’ve watched enough of him reaching his climax that I can recognize it clearly.

A few more thrusts and right there…

He plants deep, goes still, and groans with his eyes shut, muscles in his neck corded tight. The pleasure on his face the most erotic and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes me wonder what I look like when I come. Based on some of the sounds I’ve made, I really don’t want to see the corresponding facial expression.

Alex rolls off me, goes to his side, and his fingers go back between my legs. Before I can even comprehend what he’s doing, they’re dipping inside of me, gathering his semen, then he’s rubbing it in circles around my clit.

“Enough,” I growl at him as my hand locks around his wrist. He’s way stronger than I am so the only reason he stops is due to my command.

He grins at me and says, “One more orgasm.”

“No,” I huff out. “I’m exhausted.”

Leaning over, I see his smile has softened before his lips press to mine. When he pulls back, I lose his lips and his fingers as he murmurs, “Fine. I’ll give you a break.”

“It’s appreciated,” I say in such a prissy voice Alex barks out a laugh as I snuggle into his side.

Resting my head on his chest, I revel in the feel of his skin against mine and the way his arm wraps around me to stroke my hip.

My eyes start to droop, but I don’t want to let this incredible night come to an end yet. “Why didn’t you come to my wedding?” I ask him softly.

His hand stills briefly but then resumes the soft strokes. “It’s complicated.”

“I’ll help you figure it out,” I tell him.

“Actually, you’re complicated,” he says like a true smartass, but then adds on, “I thought you were tired. Go to sleep.”

“Tell me,” I say as slide my arm over his stomach to hold him.

He’s quiet a moment but finally says, “I jerked off to a fifteen-year-old girl that I looked at like a sister. I was fucking twenty-three. It doesn’t get any more perverted than that.”

“Oh, come on, Alex,” I chide as I raise my head to give him an admonishing look. “We all have fantasies.”

“True,” he says, and I can tell it’s not the age difference or the dirty thoughts of a fifteen-year-old that’s bothering him. “But that all changed after you were attacked.”

“But why?” I ask in astonishment. “You were there for me. I know it made me feel closer to you.”

“It made me realize you were just a young girl,” he says firmly. “And far too innocent for me. I liked my sex raw and filthy, and even if you reached adulthood, I just couldn’t dirty you up like that. I refused to do it, so I pulled you out of that compartment in my mind and put you firmly in the little sister room.”

“Just like that?” I ask.

“Just like that,” he says as his hand comes up to push my head back down onto his chest. “I never let myself have another fantasy about you. And I stayed away from your wedding because I didn’t want to be tempted.”

“Never thought of me like that again?” I whisper, more to myself than anything. That kind of hurts that I could be so easily forgotten.

“Not until I saw those scars on your breast the other night and realized I was inside of you,” he says with a hint of bitterness in his voice. “I still don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“How the fuck I didn’t recognize your eyes.” His voice is deep, pensive. This has bothered him, I can tell. “That shade of green that I’ve never seen on anyone else. How did I not see it was you?”

“Because you didn’t want to,” I offer him unsolicited advice. “If you really put me out of your mind, then you didn’t want to see.”

“This is so fucking complicated,” he mutters. “I can’t stand we’re keeping this from Noel, and yet, I can’t bear for him to know. I don’t want to give this up, yet I know this isn’t right for you.”

“Stop trying to figure out what is right for me,” I tell him as my head comes back off his chest. “I’m an adult woman who has got a pretty smart head on her shoulders. You’ve laid the boundaries out, Alex. I won’t step over them, and I won’t let Noel know, even though I think you’re ultimately wrong about how he’d handle it.”

He studies me for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Finally, he pulls me back down again and mutters with his lips pressed against my hair. “Let’s get some sleep. I’ll want to fuck you again before the morning comes.”

“Enough already,” I say with a giggle. “You’re going to wear me out.”

His resounding chuckle warms my heart. I know he’s conflicted, but it’s nice to hear he’s still the easily amused Alex.

My eyes start to droop again, but then I think about something else. “Alex?”

“Jas,” he returns with annoyance.

“Do you really think I should try to work things out with Peter?”

Normally, Alexander is measured in his responses, taking a moment to process his thoughts. But his answer is swift and adamant, and it makes me smile. “Not while you’re in my bed. I don’t share.”

“Of course, you share.” My sarcasm is unmistakable toward the man who belongs to a sex club.

“I don’t share you,” he says adamantly, and warmth blooms in my chest. “Ever.”

“Not even if we’re at the club together?” I press, wanting to know how proprietary he is of me because it makes me feel good about myself.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” he returns.

“How will I ever know what a threesome is like if you don’t show me?” I taunt with a small laugh.

“You’re testing my patience,” he growls back.

“It’s every girl’s dream,” I say wistfully with a mischievous grin to myself. “Being filled up by two men and having—”

Alex rolls and flips me to my stomach so fast, I go dizzy from the momentum. Then he’s kneeling beside me and pulling me to my knees, positioning my ass in the air. His hand slaps my right cheek with a resounding crack and I yip from the pain, immediately trying to drop back down to the mattress.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he growls, but I hear the teasing in his voice. “You’re getting a lesson and then an orgasm.”

I try not to laugh as he pulls me back up, smacks me on my left cheek, and then another slap between my legs like he did at the club. Suddenly, I’m not laughing anymore.

I’m moaning.

God, why do I like that?

“Jesus, Jas,” Alex says in a rough voice, the teasing completely gone. “You don’t know how sexy it is to see my cum leaking out of you.”

“Alex,” I whisper and then moan again as his hand goes between my legs. He slips two fingers in me, and I make the mistake of looking over my shoulder at him. He’s leaned over, staring in fascination at his fingers working in and out of me. It’s so damn hot, and I want to memorialize that look on his face.

His eyes slide to mine, and they’re dark and lustful. “Feeling adventurous?”

“With you?” I ask, my voice hoarse with need. “Always.”

With a growl of satisfaction, Alex drags his fingers out of my pussy, pulling his semen up in between my ass cheeks. He rubs his finger around my hole and I hold my breath, waiting for him to enter me. It’s not the first time he’s had his fingers in my ass. He worked up to three earlier tonight, and I love the feeling.

Absolutely love it.

I also know he’s preparing me.

Alexander’s hand dips back down, gathers more of the lube he deposited in me not long ago, and one finger easily slides in my ass.

I start to pant and push back against him. I feel his other hand spreading my cheeks, perhaps to get a better view, then he’s got two fingers inside me. He moves them in a way that I can feel the stretch. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling, listening to Alexander’s breaths become more shallow and rough.

Three fingers in and I’m uncomfortably full, and still I push back against him.

“Fuck,” he mutters, then his fingers are gone and his cock is pushing inside me slowly. I blow out all the air in my lungs and my instinct has me still pushing back against him, absolutely no fear of what he’s doing.

“More,” I tell him breathlessly.

He slides in an inch, and it burns oh so fucking good. He waits, and the burn goes away.

“More,” I urge him on.

“Mmm,” he moans as he slides in a little deeper. “So tight. So perfect.”

My chest is heaving, the pressure of the excitement of what he’s doing to me almost suffocating.

Alexander’s hands come to my ass, and I can feel him pulling my cheeks apart again. I look over my shoulder, and, once again, he’s staring in fascination as he enters the one place no man has been before.

He leans his weight against me, sliding all the way in, and I think I want to die from how good it feels. If I thought I had an emotional connection to Alex before—for saving me when I was bleeding on a bathroom floor or for giving me so much pleasure the last few days—none of that compares to the way I feel about him in this moment.

I’ve shared something with him that’s priceless.

“You okay, Jas?” he asks roughly.

“Yes,” I huff out. “You?”

He chuckles, then his eyes come to mine as I continue to look at him over my shoulder. “You have no idea how fucking turned on I am right now.” His eyes slide back down to where we’re connected. “Seeing my cock stuffed inside your ass.”

I can’t even answer as he pulls back to the tip and slides gently back into me.

“Oh, God,” I moan as I wiggle a little against him.

“Now your ass belongs to me as well,” he says in a guttural voice of triumph that I feel all the way down to my clit. It compels me to touch myself, and Alex starts to move in and out of me.

He takes his time, stays ever so gentle with his movements, and I reach a quick orgasm with my own fingers. Alexander praises my initiative. With a few more strokes, he’s filling my ass up with his semen.

We collapse to the bed, and I’m out like a light.

***

“Jas, wake up,” Alex calls to me softly.

I feel his lips against mine, and I swat him away. “No more. I’m tired.”

Alex laughs in amusement and then the smell of coffee hits me. I open my eyes and see Alex fully dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, his hair damp from an obvious shower, sitting on the edge of the bed near my hip. He’s holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.

I manage a sleepy smile and pull myself up to sit against the headboard, wincing as various aches hit my body, most of which is centered around my ass having been fucked last night.

Or was that this morning?

I’ve lost track of time.

“Sore, huh?” Alex asks me with a knowing smirk on his face.

“You absolutely have to leave my ass alone tonight,” I mutter as I take the coffee and blow on it.

“Good,” he says with a bigger smirk. “I feel like fucking that pretty mouth tonight. We’ll work on your deep throating.”

I roll my eyes at him and take a delicious sip of java heaven. When I swallow, I ask, “You on your way to work?”

“Got property to buy and things to build,” he quips as he looks at his watch, then back to me. “But first, we need to discuss a few things.”

“I’m not letting you push me away again,” I practically hiss at him.

He grins. “Relax there, hell kitten. I’m not pushing you away.”

“Okay,” I mutter and take another sip of coffee.

“First,” he says as he leans on one hip and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a sheet of paper. “This is the code to the penthouse elevator. You’re welcome here anytime.”

Warmth again blooms within me, and I manage to withhold a sappy smile so Alex doesn’t think I’m getting too attached. He puts the paper on the nightstand and I give him a solemn nod, although I’m dancing inside. “Okay. Thanks.”

“Second,” he says as he places his palm on the mattress near my opposite hip and leans over me. “I need you to call Noel.”

“What? Why?” I ask in astonishment.

“He asked me yesterday to get up with you. Check on you.”

“He did?”

Alex nods. “And I’d like you to call him and tell him that I got up with you.”

“So he doesn’t worry?” I surmise.

“So he doesn’t keep pushing at me, which makes me feel like shit that he wants me to check up on you and there’s no real need to do that since I’m fucking you,” Alex says, and that makes me wince.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I know this is hard.”

The expression on his face softens as he leans closer to my face. “One last thing… if you want to work things out with Peter, you need to say the word and I’ll step aside. I was being a little selfish last night when—”

My fingers come to his lips, press them closed, and he stops talking.

“I’m right where I want to be,” I assure him, and because he still looks troubled by our complicated relationship, I add on, “For now.”

Alexander’s lips curve into a grateful smile, and I pull my fingers away from his mouth.

Then his lips are on mine, giving me a sweet kiss goodbye. When he pulls back, he says, “Be ready for dinner at seven, here at my apartment. We’ll go out and eat, then I’m taking you back to The Sinful Night Club.”

A pleasant cramp of desire hits me between the legs, but I just nod at him.

Standing from the bed, Alex looks down at me and says, “Don’t forget to call Noel.”

“Got it,” I assure him with a smart salute.

“Going to spank that pussy again tonight,” he says with a grin.

“Looking forward to it, baby,” I say with an answering one.