Alex

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  Only you, Sutton. Only you.

  Every word is said with thick longing in his voice, and even though he’s getting exactly what he wants at this very moment, it tells me he is craving even more from me.

  That thought causes me such elation because I’m not sure I’ve ever been truly needed before by someone.

  I think Alex truly needs me, and every minute I spend with him, I’m afraid the feeling is becoming mutual.

  Our breaths come out harsher the faster Alex moves within me, mine practically wheezing out of my lungs. Digging his fingers into my skin, he endears himself to me further when he pants, “Are you okay?”

  “More” is how I answer him, and he groans in response.

  He also gives me more.

  I spiral out of control so very fast, and I don’t try to even hold myself back. I just imagine myself throwing my hands up in surrender and falling down into a vortex of mind-blowing pleasure as I start to orgasm. Alex feels me fracture…hears me as I come because I’m crying out in desperate relief. He answers me with a hard slam into my body, pushing me all the way down into the mattress where the entire length of his hard frame comes to rest on me.

  He comes beautifully as his h*ps continue to pump, his mouth resting by my ear as he murmurs, “So f**king good, Sutton. So f**king good. ”

  My hair is covering my face as I turn it sideways to rest on the pillow. I can feel Alex’s fingers as they start to push the long locks away so he can look at me. I blink when the glow of his bedside lamp hits me, and I see his beautiful face covered in sweat and satisfaction as he gazes at me. His face clouds in concern and his thumb sweeps just below my right eye.

  “You’re crying,” he whispers.

  “I am?”

  Moving off of my back, Alex lies down at my side, peering at me closer. “Yeah, you are. ”

  “Tears of joy,” I assure him. “Tears of ecstasy. Tears of the best freakin’ orgasm ever. ”

  Chuckling, Alex pulls me into his arms and I roll slightly so that he can pull me in tight. My outside leg slides in between his and I feel him still semi-erect and pushing hotly against my lower stomach. It makes me want him again—already. I curl my arm around his waist and snuggle in tighter.

  “Am I too rough with you?” Alex asks quietly as he strokes my na**d back.

  “No,” I assure him hastily, because God help me I love him rough. “Why do you ask?”

  “I just don’t really know any other way to be. ”

  His father deprived him of a normal childhood and gave him something twisted to replace it. I’m thinking that perhaps Alex may not have ever seen what love and care look like. I’m assuming his early sexual experiences were frenzied and wild, because no love or tenderness was involved. It makes sense to me, for a man who has never had a real relationship…he may just not know any other way to be.

  And while I love the way Alex touches me—possesses me—in bed, it makes me a little sad that maybe I won’t see more than his wild abandon.

  Trailing my finger along the warm skin on his chest, I ask, “Do you still talk to your father?”

  Alex flinches slightly from my question but doesn’t hesitate in his answer. “Sometimes. ”

  He doesn’t offer me more and I can tell by the tightness in his voice that there is so much more to the story. Because it’s my job to listen to others, to get them to confront their demons, it is inherently part of my nature to push at him. “What kind of relationship do you have with him?”

  Sighing, Alex rolls to his back but pulls me along with him so that I’m lying partially on the right side of his body. “I’m not sure ‘relationship’ is what I’d call it. He criticizes my game and I pay all his bills. That’s about all there is. ”

  I think there’s more, because I can sense it in the tired tone of his voice, but he’s not going to share more than that.

  “Any brothers or sisters?” I ask, changing the subject but still focusing on family. I’m dying to know more.

  “Older brother…Cameron. He owns a franchise hardware store back home in Hamilton. ”

  “Does he have a relationship with your dad?” I ask, pushing…always pushing.

  Apparently, too far. Alex releases his hold, pushing me gently off his body. Rolling out of bed, he says, “I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?”

  Feeling self-conscious now that the heat of his body is gone and I’m exposed to his view, I pull the sheet up over me, anchoring it under my arms.

  “Sure,” I say softly, watching as he walks out of the bedroom, gloriously naked, stunningly uninhibited in his nudity, yet completely closed off in most other respects.

  Chapter 19

  Alex

  Looking in the mirror, I rake my fingers through my hair, not caring at all where the locks may fall, and give my appearance a quick once-over. I need to leave soon to pick Sutton up for dinner and I’m anxious to see her.

  You wouldn’t think so, considering I made an unscheduled visit to the crisis center to see her about three hours ago, compliments of some plotting with Miss Minnie, the front desk receptionist. Yes, I had been on a road trip out west for the last five days and even though I had plans to spend the evening with Sutton, I had found my mid-afternoon to be sorely lacking and took it upon myself to go see her.

  After I cleared it with Minnie, of course.

  When I arrived at the center, I was rewarded with a brilliant smile from Minnie. “Hi, Alex,” she said warmly in that soft Southern voice that I’d quickly come to appreciate. Who would have thought that I’d be charmed by an old woman with blue hair who smells like magnolias most of the time?

  Reaching into the large paper bag I’d carried in with me, I pulled out a small vase with an arrangement of red and gold flowers in them. I had no clue what type of flowers they were, nor did I care. I bought them spontaneously at the grocery store for Minnie, to show her my appreciation for having twice now helped me to see Sutton unannounced.

  “These are for you,” I told her with a flourish as I handed them across the desk.

  Her eyes lit up with joy as she reached out and took the vase. “Oh, Alex…you devil, you. How did you know mums were my favorite flower?”

  I had no clue what a mum was, but I never missed a beat when I flashed my pearly whites and said, “You just seemed like a ‘mum’ type of woman. Elegant and classic. ”

  My compliment struck deep because Minnie flushed red and batted her eyelashes for a moment. Then her gaze hardened a bit as she stared at me directly. “And did you do as I suggested?”

  Shaking the brown paper bag so the contents inside rustled, I said, “Yup. Just as you suggested. ”

  Smiling at me conspiratorially, Minnie stood from her desk and led me to the locked door that goes back to Sutton’s office. “That’s a good boy. You’ll steal her heart for sure. ”

  I already had her body. I suppose her heart was up for grabs too, but did I really want it? I never wanted anyone else’s before, but there’s no doubt…Sutton is different.

  Minnie unlocked the door and ushered me through as I gave her a short goodbye. I practically ran down the hallway toward Sutton’s office, my long legs eating up the distance in my eagerness to see her. When I reached her office and looked in, my heart skipped a beat as she came into view. She was wearing her hair long and loose, coppery masses hanging over her shoulder and shining bright against the soft gray of her silk blouse. She had on a pair of glasses and I was momentarily shocked, because I didn’t know she wore them.

  My presence in the doorway alerted her and she looked up at me, her eyes opening wide in delight. She stood up from her desk and gave me a stunning smile. “What are you doing here?”

  I stepped inside her office, dropped the brown bag on a chair and closed the door. I wanted privacy for what I was about to do.

  Within a few steps, she was in my arms and I first kissed her on top of her head. “I couldn
’t wait until tonight to see you. ”

  “Well, now, that just makes my day,” she mumbled with her face in my chest before she pulled back to look at me, her smile just as radiant.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you look smokin’ hot wearing glasses?”

  She was utterly f**king adorable when she blushed over my compliment and reached up to take them off. “Geez…I look like a dork with them. I only wear them when I’m doing a lot of computer work. ”

  “You look beautiful…with or without them,” I told her as I took the glasses from her hand and set them on her desk. Once my hands were free, I brought them up to place them on her face, relishing the silky softness of her skin. It had struck me clearly that I had never touched a woman like that before Sutton. It felt bold and intimate all at the same time, and I had never felt so proprietary toward something as I felt right then.

  I couldn’t f**king help myself—I bent down and claimed her mouth. We were in the broad light of day, in her place of work, where anyone could walk in at any time.

  I couldn’t have cared less.

  I plunged my tongue past her lips, seeking her wet warmth, and continued to probe against her. She answered me with equal passion, her fingertips sinking down into the front edge of my pants to pull our bodies closer. A tiny moan escaped her mouth and I sucked it down, kissing her harder.

  The more I kissed her, the more I felt starved for her, almost as if my life depended upon that contact, and while it was the most amazing and unique feeling, a little kernel of fear took root.

  I became fearful that Sutton was becoming necessary to me, and that could be translated into a weakness. I had been conditioned my entire existence to cut everything out of my life that could divert my attention…that could claim any part of my being.

  And it’s not just my being that was at risk. Sutton could threaten to claim my very soul—this I knew to be true, and yet I still continued to kiss her, unwilling to let go of the perfectness that was lying against my tongue.

  When my dick reached epic hardness and I started considering a way to hike up her skirt and f**k her on her desk, Sutton had the sense to pull back, and our kiss was broken with a painful sigh.

  Opening my eyes, I gazed down at my girl. As her own eyes cleared up a bit, she gave me a tremulous smile and said, “God, I missed you. ”

  Those four words tipped me over the edge and I pretty much f**king kissed my soul goodbye. I know I’m probably still destined to screw things up with Sutton but I’ve decided, until then, my soul is her bitch. Until I screwed it up I was going to be selfish and push forward to possess every bit of her that I could.

  Stepping back so her fingertips were dislodged from my pants, I reached down and adjusted myself, earning a sexy giggle. Turning around, I grabbed the paper bag from the chair and handed it to her. “I brought you something. ”

  “From your trip out west?” she asked with excitement as she reached for the bag.

  “Sadly, no. From the grocery store down the street. ”

  She grinned at me and reached inside the bag, “Well, it’s the thought that counts. ”

  Her brows angled inward as her fingers made contact with her gift within the depths of the brown paper. When she pulled it out, her face lit up with joy and she held up for me to see the bag of Hershey’s Kisses with Almonds.

  “How in the world did you know these were my favorite?”

  “I have my connections,” I assured her with a smirk.

  “Minnie,” she said emphatically. “That woman ratted me out. ”

  “She was just trying to give me a leg up,” I said in Minnie’s defense. “I’m trying to get in good with you. ”

  Stepping back toward me, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, so I bent down to oblige her. It was a sweet laying of lips upon mine, brief and soft, and then she stepped back. “You’re already in good with me. ”