by Jules Dixon
I grabbed her hand and she stilled. “You had an interview today?”
“At a preschool. A teacher had to take a leave of absence for a family illness, so I might get to fill in for her at least temporarily.”
I squeezed her hand to see her look down at the connection. “That’s great, Rory.” Her hand was so soft and warm, like silk against mine. I stared at the connection.
“Drex, what’s wrong?”
“I … I need you to like me.” I shook my head. “I mean, I like you, but there are reasons why you shouldn’t like me.”
Moving as if she knew she could scare me—and it was clear she could—she lowered her upper body until her forehead rested on mine. “Drexel, there’s never been a day when I didn’t like you. Even on the days when I wanted to wring your neck, I still liked you … a lot.”
I moved her to straddle my lap. “Aurora, I have personal issues I need to get a hold of before I could ever be the man you’d deserve.”
“I like you the way you are.”
“But you don’t know me.”
Her hands slid behind my neck and rubbed small circles, taking my mind off anything and everything. “I know you don’t like pistachios. I know you sometimes have horrible taste in cologne. I know you pick out the sweetest birthday gifts.” She lifted the pendant resembling a heart … or fire, depending on how you looked at it.
“You don’t know the real me,” I said.
“Well, then let me change into something comfortable and you can tell me about the real you. However long it takes, tonight is the night. I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.”
I’ve done that here before.
Chapter Fourteen
Aurora
I left the door cracked while I slipped into a t-shirt and draped a pair of jeans over my arm, then walked to my dresser to choose socks.
“Rory, I think I’ll go play a little Xbox with the guys while you get changed.” His voice sounded close. His eyes met mine through the crack of the door, then they dropped to stare at my bare legs and just the hint of my pink underwear peaking below my t-shirt. I froze, my hand gripping a pair of socks like they were going to jump from the drawer.
“I’m sorry. I … I … need to go.” He backed from the doorway.
“Drex, please stop.” I yanked the door open to follow him. “Drexel, wait! Please.”
His long legs crossed the living room floor in giant strides and I ran to catch up. He tugged his coat off the table and grabbed for the door handle.
“Drexel.” My hand covered his. “Please, don’t go.”
He released the handle and I slid in front of him. I gripped both sides of his face, pulling his forehead to mine. His eyes closed to prevent me from absorbing that baby blue I’d grown to need like insulin to a diabetic. “I don’t know everything that’s happening between us, but I do know I want you so badly right now that I’m shaking to have you inside me.”
“Jesus, Jessen, you shouldn’t say things like that.” His eyes clamped tight and crinkles fissured the skin around them.
“Tell me I’m crazy and you don’t want me, too, and you can leave.”
The sound that came from him was like an injured animal in agony and the mangled noise clawed its way into my heart.
“Drexel, open your eyes!” He did as I demanded. “Tell me the truth.”
“You want the truth?”
“I will always want the truth from you.”
“The truth is, I almost can’t help myself around you. The truth is I want to carry you back into the bedroom and take you like I’ve wanted to since Jude’s birthday party in October. The truth is I dream of you and can’t stop wanting you, even if I shouldn’t.”
“I want you, too, Drex. I want you to see me and I want you to touch me. I want to wrap myself around you and shield you from whatever is hurting you.”
Dropping his coat on the floor, he groaned as his body trapped me against the door. “There’s too much you don’t know about me, Rory. Things that will scare you and make you not want me.”
I yanked his head toward mine, until our lips crashed into one soul. The frantic kisses he placed on me frightened but fascinated me. He shared emotions that terrified and consumed him, whereas revealing my emotions liberated me.
Let me in, Drexel.
I ripped my lips away and panted like I’d been spinning for an hour. “Let me decide what I want and need. I want to know everything about you.”
“Aurora, you’re going to regret me.” His forehead rocked against mine.
“Let me be the one to decide what I will and won’t regret.”
He cupped my ass, my lace underwear not hiding much as his large hands lifted me and pressed my back against the door. He separated my legs around his waist, and even through his dress slacks, his pronounced hip muscles created a ledge for my thighs to rest on. My eyes clamped shut and I moaned as his fabric-restrained cock pressed against my clit and he rotated his hips to rub against me.
“Open your eyes.” His gruff but craving voice penetrated my harsh breathing. I opened. “I shouldn’t do this, Aurora.”
I decided not to argue with him. Smiling while I said the sentence, I sighed, “I really hate the way you say my name.”
His lips widened into his bright white smile. “I really hate how you sigh,” he whispered.
My heart raced. He didn’t really hate my sighing, and by the sparkle in his eye, he could tell I didn’t hate how he said my name.
“Drexel, please, I want you and not later—now.”
He spun and carried me into the bedroom, falling onto the bed with me on top of him. My blonde hair cascaded down, the waves shimmering around his head. He slid the strands around to one shoulder, wrapping his long fingers around the mass, and placed his hand on the back of my neck. He guided my head down to his, but this time he stopped me just before our lips met. He stared into my eyes.
“There’s no color in the world as dick-hardening as the color of your eyes, Aurora.”
“I might have slapped any other guy for saying that.”
“If you like it rough, all you’ve got to do is say something.”
I inhaled quickly.
“Oh, so the princess has a kinky side? Very interesting. I think we’ll take it nice and slow. Maybe next time we’ll up the kinky stakes.” He teased across my lips, feathering the flesh with his lips until every nerve ending was tingling. “Damn those rose red, silky lips. You know they were made for kissing me, right?”
“And wrapping around your cock?” I offered and tried to shimmy off of him.
He grinned but held me on top of him. “Next time. This time, I want to feel you. I need to feel you, beautiful.”
How he could go from irritating me until I wanted to strangle him, to being all I wanted, made my head spin in ways that meant something.
Everything.
I ground my body against him and his steel notched the softness between my thighs. His fingers brushed my stomach and lifted my t-shirt and I pulled it over my head. Sitting up, he unhooked my bra while our tongues teased into each other’s mouths. His hands cupped my breasts. After only seconds of his warm and reverent touch, I was positive an orgasm could happen from him massaging the swelling flesh and teasing my peaked nipples. The frantic heat we inspired in each other surfaced like a volcano’s lava, erupting and exploding in powerful bursts. Every inch of me boiled from the inside out, forcing my detonation quickly forward.
We took turns being the one in control of the kiss. The fact this testosterone-filled, muscle-cloaked male would let me be the aggressor was so fucking hot. I moaned my excitement into this mouth. He rolled us so he was on top of me. Our bodies moved against each other, grinding, touching, and absorbing every inch, memorizing every dip and curve. The developing memories would never match the actual experience of being with him.
His hand slipped into my thong and we stared into each other’s eyes as his finger slid inside me. He rubbed the inner walls of
my body, hitting the spot not every man knew was there, but he did. He spurred my body to rev into the red zone and kept me right on the edge.
“I can’t wait anymore. Please, Drex.”
“Condom?” He teased the soft skin under my jaw with his tongue and teeth.
“Nightstand,” I panted.
He pushed off the bed and winced, rotating his arm.
“Drex, are you okay?”
“Never been better.”
He grabbed a condom, stripped to nothing and his thick rod jutted from his body. My mouth was bone-dry staring at the vision of perfection.
Damn.
He sheathed up and I moved back on the bed.
I held up a hand as he paused and opened his mouth. “Don’t even think it, Mason.” I could tell he was contemplating if this should happen and any ensuing conversation would only lead to arguing.
He chuckled. “That you even suspected I was questioning what’s happening means something, Rory. I think that means we probably shouldn’t.”
“No, it means don’t overthink this. Whatever reasons are rolling around in your head, forget them. I want this. Please, for the love of God, get on top of me!” I begged, but I didn’t care. The time for talking had passed. It was time for action. “You said you’re a man of action, prove it.”
After a deep breath and a tug of my thong down my legs, he settled back where he had been and I lifted my legs so he was cradled between them. He reached between us and used his sheathed cock to separate my folds, pressing lightly, postponing what we both knew was going to be exceptional.
I teased his lips and my hands explored his firm chest. “You fit me perfectly.”
“You don’t know that yet.” He slid his hips forward.
Then I did know.
I had always known.
Every inch of him glided inside of me, filling me until I almost couldn’t stand the delightful pressure.
He brushed the hair out of my face. “You were right, Aurora. Perfectly.”
He wound his fingers in mine, holding our entwined hands above my head. Lowering his mouth to my breast, he teased the nipple, pulling, licking, and blowing hot breaths until every touch of the sensitive peak domineered every corner of my brain and I thrashed under his firm weight. My hips shot up against his, my body pulling him in deeper. He repeated the tease on my other breast and slipped his cock from me until he teased my body with it as well. I held my breath as I anticipated his return glide.
“Drexel, please.”
“Please what, Rory?” His lips hit mine as he drove back inside.
I rasped into his mouth, “Do it again.”
His teasing tactic ignited the build-up of what promised to be one of the best fireworks shows of my life. Winding my legs around him, the intense friction of rubbing my clit against him had me zipping toward my release.
“Rory…” he moaned. His hands released mine and slid down my body to cup my ass, and he rotated his gifted hips as he entered me.
“Keep doing that. I love it when you call me—”
“Aurora. Beautiful, Aurora.”
I rocked my head in the sheets, listening to the way he moaned my name as if every syllable was altering something inside of him.
Inside of me.
His wet lips brushed along my neck and up to my ear. “I’ve made some bad decisions in my life, but you … you will never be one of those. If I fuck this up, I’ll never let myself live it down.”
When our eyes met, his fear rocked through my body. I grabbed his face and made sure he was looking at me. “Hey, you’re not going to mess this up. I’m not going to let you.”
His focus came back and he increased the pace. All the time he stared into my eyes as we held each other, joining our bodies to make one entity with its own special magical spirit.
My body tingled and a flush of warmth started to crest. His piercing eyes told me he was reaching his grand finale of fireworks, too.
I panted, “God, you’re amazing. I’m … I’m … almost…”
“Rory?” My dad’s voice rang through the apartment and Drexel’s body stopped moving. His teeth ground in his mouth and he rumbled a tortured sound into my shoulder.
“Don’t stop!” I whisper-shouted into his ear. “I’m so fucking close.”
“He’ll hear you!” He sputtered out the heated words on a whisper. His stamina and willpower were both impressing me and disappointing me.
“Then he’ll learn to ring the fucking doorbell and wait for me to answer the fucking door to my fucking apartment!” I became louder the closer I got to the end of the sentence as my body pulsed to release the energy we’d built together.
Drexel started to pull out and I clamped my legs, hooking my ankles around his ass.
He grunted as I clenched around him. “Damn. Amazing, long legs.” He mouthed, “Let me go, Rory.”
I mouthed back, “Finish what you started, please.”
“Rory? Are you in the bedroom?” Dad’s voice sounded closer.
“Answer him! And make sure he doesn’t come in here.” His lips stroked my ear as he spoke and goose bumps covered my body.
“Yes,” I moaned as Drexel tried to move away and his cock withdrew millimeter by millimeter. The slow friction spurred a chain reaction of internal quivers. “Dad,”—I swallowed back a quake of prerelease heaven—“I’m changing clothes from an interview.”
“Good to hear on the interview, sweetheart. I thought Drexel was here. Isn’t that his coat by the front door?”
“He’s in the pool bathroom. He ate some bad Thai food. He has Thai Revenge.” I knew what I was doing.
“What’s that?”
I glared into Drex’s eyes. “Nothing contagious. He just has a case of diarrhea!”
Drexel’s nostrils flared and he slammed his cock back into me. I hissed a word of heated profanity in his ear as he drove deeper than ever. I thought I heard him cuss back, but Dad’s voice drowned out the sound.
“Oh, that’s right. Charlie said he wasn’t feeling well today.”
“I’ll come”—I moaned the words “for you” into Drexel’s ear—“down in a few minutes.”
“Take your time. The food is reheating.”
“Thanks.”
The door closed and Drexel tried to get away, again. “Rory, please, I can’t finish now.” He reached back and unlocked my legs, disengaging our bodies as he stood. His absence was emotional as well as physical. I was exposed in both ways, too, but I wasn’t finished.
No way I’m finished.
I propped myself up on my elbows. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not. Nothing deflates a cock faster than hearing a girl’s father less than twenty feet away. And the fact he’s also my boss, well, that’s doubly deflating.” He ripped off the condom and yanked his boxers up to his hips. “I think we should just go to dinner and call it good for tonight.”
His V muscles peeked out from the waistband. I licked my lips as the sight spurred my body back to onward and upward.
I reached into the nightstand and found a little helper.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He narrowed his eyes at me as he pulled his gray dress pants to his hips and adjusted his still-aroused erection in his boxers.
“Well, you might not be able to finish, but I sure as hell can.”
“Now? You’re kidding, right?”
“You’re welcome to join me or you can go be with my parents. Your choice, Drex.” I batted my eyelashes and threw my body back onto the bed. Turning on the vibrating bullet, I rubbed it on my body, paying special attention to my nipples like he had minutes before.
His trailing blue eyes heated, only encouraging me to continue. “Aurora,” he rumbled my name and a tent pitched back up in the pants he’d just fastened.
Excellent result.
He marched from the room and the click of the front door dead bolt reverberated through the apartment. Drex entered the Jack-and-Jill style bathroom throug
h the living room and I heard shoes being kicked off. When he returned to the bedroom, he was naked again.
“That’s more like it.” I shivered.
He stroked himself into his previous hardness. Nothing turned my insides into a clenching inferno faster. I turned the vibrator up to its highest speed.
His pace quickened at the roaring hum. “Rory Jessen, damn, you can be so infuriating when you don’t get what you want.”
“And Drexel Mason, you can be so maddening for not giving me what I want!” I moved the vibrator down my stomach to my clit and rocked my head in the bedding as the vibrations firmed and ignited the sensitive tissues again.
“By stopping, I was being a respectable guy!”
“You can be a respectable guy by rocking my world until we both come so hard we see stars and I scream your name loud enough that all of Omaha hears me!”
His mouth dropped open and I stifled a giggle.
I like shocking the great Drexel, imagine that.
He stopped stroking his rigid cock. “I can’t believe you talk like that.”
I moaned as a flush of impending release scorched through my body. “I’m not that annoying little girl with braces, acne, and pigtails you remember following behind you at the dealership. I’m not that young woman asking you to kiss her in the gazebo. And I’m not being the impetuous person from every other desperate moment where we showed each other how we really feel. I’m a woman. I know what I want and I won’t apologize for telling you.”
“I don’t expect you to apologize, but I don’t know why it fucking turns me on to the point where I can’t think.”
“Drexel, I’ll say it a hundred times if you need to hear it. I. Want. You. Because you turn me on and I care about you!”
Drexel marched to the nightstand, sheathed, ripped the toy from my hand, and hurled the silver competitor across the room. The buzzing ceased.
“You owe me a new vibrator,” I complained.
“You’re not going to need one from now on.”
While standing, he tugged me across the extra-tall bed. He lifted my hips to his standing height, wrapping my legs around him. Then he drove deep inside of me in one smooth movement.