by Shayne Ford
The parking lot behind the building is dark and empty. I spot his car not far from us.
I pull to a swift stop. He swings his gaze to me.
“I want you here,” I say.
His eyes gleam with a faint smile.
I drop the clutch to the ground, his arms curling around me as my hands frame his face.
Our mouths collide as we crash into each other, my back pressing against the wall.
He lifts the hemline of my dress while swiftly unbuckling his belt. The moment I feel him inside me can’t come fast enough.
He yanks me up on his arms, my legs open, my panties ripped, barely dangling from my thigh, and holding me against his body, he harshly enters me.
“Damn it... Lex,” I growl.
He’s hot. Unstoppable.
He thrusts hard and deep, making every part of me shudder.
“Don’t stop,” I mumble.
The more he hammers me, the more I need him.
His biceps flex as he holds me against his thrusts. I rip his shirt open to feel his chest against mine while he drives his cock into me, over and over again.
Grabbing my butt, he starts slamming into me, breaking my body, clipping my breaths, making my blood ram ferociously through my veins.
His bare chest crashes against mine with every shove, his eyes turning into liquid fire. The ghost of a smile curls his lips as he locks his gaze with mine, and takes me all the way.
“Lex...” I moan, losing my breath.
In a trance, I start to shudder.
13
LEX
Her hands clutch my neck, her eyelids slowly sliding down as she begins to shake, staring blankly. Her lips tremble, her voice modulating into beautiful moans, her soft, warm core molding around me, washing me with her arousal, spasming around me, and pushing me to my own high.
Locking my arms around her, I rail her without holding much back, holding her onto that high until her voice morphs into a muffled panting and the quiet calling of my name.
She almost starts to cry as we push together through that mind-blowing, intense peak of pleasure.
As we slow down, she slackens in my arms, and starts kissing my neck and chest, completely swept away by the way she feels.
Still hot and hungry, she makes it so easy to get hard for her again.
I start to kiss her, and slowly, we fall into each other, as famished as before. After a few more moments, I let her down easy, and close my pants.
She looks around, lost. Her hair is a mess, and her lips are wet and swollen, her eyes looking like a stormy cloud.
I pick up her purse and hand it to her and then I do my best to straighten her dress.
Dazed, she smiles at me.
“Let’s get you to the hotel,” I say, taking her hand, and lacing my fingers through hers.
Slowly, I walk her to my car.
The doors pull up, and we slip in.
She looks at me, a mysterious smile sitting on her face. Grinning, I give her a double take.
That ‘just fucked’ look on her face makes me want to pound her again.
Smiling, I steer the car away.
Twenty minutes later, we enter the hotel. I drape my jacket over her shoulders, and we walk across the lobby, hand in hand.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we go past her floor.
I curl my arm around her shoulders.
“You’ll see.”
The doors slide open, and we walk out of the elevator.
Moments later, we enter my suite.
Windows and doors are open–– the way I left them, drapes flowing in the wind.
A soft light slithers in from outside.
I tear away from her.
“Don’t turn the lights on,” she says walking to the window, peering outside.
“I won’t,” I say.
“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs, looking at the lights glimmering in the distance.
I put some music on, the soft sound of a trumpet filling the room.
She turns to me, her eyes glinting with a smile.
“How do you...? Is that for me?” she asks incredulously as her favorite tune, a slow, nostalgic song starts drifting through the air. “You can’t possibly say you just stumbled onto this.”
“I didn’t. It’s for you...” I say, observing her reaction.
A warm smile creases her lips.
“You knew you’d bring me here?”
I grin slyly.
“Yeah, sort of...”
I pull away from her.
On my way to the bathroom, I peel off my shirt and toss it on a chair.
I let the water fill the tub as I lit a few candles. From the bar, I bring another bottle of wine and two glasses.
I turn the water off, a few drops still dripping.
The sound of falling water mixes with the soft music as I set the glasses and the bottle on the side of the tub and walk back into the living room.
The moment I swagger in, her dress falls off, landing on the floor. Holding my gaze, she steps out of it. Wearing only heels and a sultry smile, she struts to me.
Hmm.
Biting my lip to push back a lopsided grin, I take in her perky ass and naughty tits, promptly getting a rush through my cock.
Smiling, she catches the slow motion of my palm sweeping my hard length through my pants. She gives me come-hither look as she sashays toward me, eyes locked with mine.
My gaze slides down on her, sweeping her full chest and smoothly arched hips. A curtain of hair drapes over her shoulders, her lips curling into a sexy grin.
She stops in front of me, pushes up on her toes, twines her arms around my neck, and, virtually naked, glues to me.
“I don’t know how you plan on not breaking my heart, Lex. This sure isn’t it,” she says smiling, yet a bit of sadness seeps into her voice.
“I don’t plan on breaking your heart either,” I murmur against her lips, running my palms down her back, cupping her rear.
“But?” she says softly.
I lean closer and murmur in her ear.
“It might not be in my control,” I say, sounding so damn serious. “Either way...” I say, recovering swiftly. “This is not something we can figure out tonight.”
She pulls away slightly so that she can read my eyes.
I hold her gaze and quickly notice the disappointment on her face.
Softly, I brush a lock of hair away from her face.
“I can’t promise you something that I don’t know if it’s meant to happen. On the other hand, I can’t say it won’t happen. What I want right now is to let me love you. Tonight. And maybe tomorrow. And when we go back. I don’t want to lie to you or myself. But I don’t want to push you away either. There are things I don’t know right now, and perhaps there are things you don’t know as well. We both have to find those answers on our own. Make sense?”
She nods softly, her eyes glistening with emotion and tears. Smiling, I brush one away.
“What I just said is not a bad thing.”
“I know...” she says.
“Then why are you crying?”
She smiles.
“Precisely because it’s not a bad thing,” she says, and purses her lips, fighting back more emotion.
And more tears.
I tighten my arms around her body as she buries her face into my chest.
DAHLIA
The night breeze sweeps the living room and the bathroom, bringing in a scent of flowers.
The long drapes puff in the wind, the candle lights struggling to stay alive. The bathtub water is warm, and the foam smells like roses and jasmine.
The soft piano and nostalgic trumpet still fill the air with a melodious, sad tune. Dipped into the water, we listen to the music, surrounded by the dim lights, indulging in the aroma of the wine lingering on our lips.
We talk and flirt and read each other eyes, and while I drink him in, I realize how much I lost of me to him.
He pours ano
ther glass of wine for me. And one for him. We clink the glasses.
“For this beautiful night,” I say, rushing to speak before he has the chance to say something.
He slowly nods.
We lock eyes as we tilt our glasses back. He sets his drink on the side, and then he takes mine from my hand. Shifting his position, he turns to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders.
I crash into his chest.
His skin is smooth, his muscles hard. Running a hand through his hair, he brushes it all back, his silver-blue eyes glinting in the dimness.
His fingers slowly tip my chin up as he tenderly starts to kiss me. I splay my fingers on his chest, breathing through him.
Smoothly, he tears his lips away from mine, a slow grin curving his lips.
He cups my face. I lean against his touch.
“How come no one loved you before, beautiful girl?” he asks, his voice so deep and sultry I get a flutter in my chest.
I part my lips, but cannot speak.
“Hmm?” he purrs as he caresses my face.
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
Busy to soak in his beautiful eyes, I don’t give his question much thought. “I didn’t meet the right man, I guess.”
“Hmm...” he says, amused. “What is it your kind of man?”
His hand slides down my neck, my focus centering on his touch.
“Someone who knows women...” I mutter, captivated by his smile. “Someone who’d give it the slightest thought. And perhaps, someone willing to go beneath the surface of a woman and touch her heart... There aren’t that many, you know?”
I lift my gaze and lock his eyes, his grin slowly fading away.
“You think I may be the man for you?” he asks softly.
I shrug.
“I don’t know...”
And then, I smile.
“I wish I knew, but the closer I get to you, and the more time I spend with you, the less I know you,” I say.
He breathes out a quiet chuckle.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if you’re my man... But one thing I know, you are that kind of man. ”
“And yet?”
“Something’s holding you back,” I say. “And I hope it’s not me.”
“It’s not you,” he says seriously.
My heart warms up, but at the same time fills with sorrow.
He must’ve noticed the shift in my expression because he kisses me again. “Doing this to me really makes things harder,” I say as he breaks the kiss.
A beautiful grin lights up his eyes.
“I know...”
He ponders for a moment.
“But if there’s one thing I can tell you, it’s not to be afraid. Have a little faith. All right?” he says.
I nod, although I’m not convinced that’s the answer.
“How come no one has loved you before?” I say, turning the tables on him. “I mean... Besides you pushing them away. Sometimes you can’t control these things,” I argue.
His eyes darken for a moment.
“Same. They weren’t the right kind of women for me.”
He pauses, and I muse over something.
“But that was your choice.”
He laughs, giving me a playful smile.
“Yeah, it was.”
I pin him with my gaze, and he pushes back his grin.
“I guess, you’re right,” he says, stroking my hair. “I was the one who set the tone.”
“Why?”
“I guess it wasn’t the time for something else.”
“Is it now?”
“It may be,” he says, slowly stroking the side of my neck.
“Is that what happened to James Sexton?” I ask.
A shadow flits across his face, killing the light in his eyes.
He stays silent.
“He is your best friend, isn’t he?”
He nods.
“He has quite a reputation, you know...” I say.
He tilts his head down, smiling again.
“Yeah, I know...”
“And you’re not far behind him. If in fact, you are... behind him,” I say.
Grinning, he bites his lip and shakes his head.
“Yeah, you can say that.”
“Same goes for Ed Preston,” I say, encouraged by the change of expression on his face.
He lets out a soft chuckle.
“Yes... You’re right.”
“So what pulled James Sexton off the market?”
He locks my gaze.
“He fell in love,” he says, and his smile withers away.
14
DAHLIA
His eyes darken even more, and it feels as if I stare at a big, dark crevice in his heart.
“Why is it bad?” I ask.
“Who said it was bad?” he says, trying to plaster a smile over that darkness.
I slowly stroke the side of his face. He feels cold beneath my touch.
“Your eyes.”
“No, no... It wasn’t bad,” he says, sounding as if he’s lying.
“Isn’t he happy?”
He shifts his eyes away from me, and for a moment stares blankly at the water.
“He’s very happy,” he mutters, a sad smile clinging to his lips.
“Aren’t you happy, then?”
He lifts his gaze.
“No, no. I am,” he says, and for the second time, I have this strange sensation that he’s hiding something.
My smile dies out on my lips, and concern flashes in his gaze.
“I am. I really am,” he says with more conviction. “I lost him in a way, but that’s normal. I knew it would happen at one point or another. It’s not something I am dwelling on.
“Then, what is it, Lex?” I ask seriously, and suddenly he becomes guarded, and his eyes become unreadable.
He doesn’t give an answer, and I immediately regret my question and pull away from him.
His hand collars my neck, stopping me.
I cup his hand and lock his eyes. He looks straight at me, tormenting me with his spellbinding gaze.
“There’s nothing Dahlia,” he says with a quiet voice, yet something doesn’t feel right. “Why is it so important to you?” he asks.
There’s truly no answer to his question.
Why is it? I don’t know. What answer can I give him? It has nothing to do with James Sexton or his love life.
It’s my stubbornness and eagerness to decipher his secrets. The mystery called Lex Harrington.
I guess that’s why it affects me so much.
With every question he leaves unanswered, I know less, and feel more about him, growing suspicious at the same time because of the turmoil I sense inside him.
Why do I have to walk around his heart?
As if it’s wounded or wrapped in ice or shrouded in a dark cloud.
“It’s not important,” I say dryly, although it is.
The fact that he denies me the answer to a banal question that shouldn’t mean much to him as well makes me cold inside.
A small smile warms up his gaze, and my temperature starts rising again.
This is a lost battle.
“Don’t lie to me, baby,” he says so softly, his breath rolling on my lips, spurring tingles down my body.
He lowers his hand and cups one breast, my nipple puckering.
“I’m not lying,” I murmur, losing my frustration and focus fast.
He brushes my lips, and for a moment, I lose my breath.
“Yes, you do...”
He captures my lips in a soft, brief kiss, and then he pulls away and looks at me.
“Why is James Sexton so important to you?” he murmurs, a smile flashing in his voice.
“Are you setting me up for one of your traps?” I ask, smiling this time.
He looks at me, a playful grin lighting up his face. He’s trying to distract me.
“It’s not about James Sexton, and you know it,�
�� I say.
He arches an eyebrow, a knowing smile flickering in his eyes.
“Then?”
“Then nothing. Put it to rest. I’m no longer interested,” I say.
He slowly shakes his head.
Mesmerized, I glue my eyes to his bottom lip as he slowly scrapes it with his teeth.
“You want to know more about me?” he asks, grinning slyly.
I break my stare and evade his eyes.
“Yeah... It crossed my mind. But now forget it. You can keep your secrets.”
His chest rocks with laughter.
“By that you mean... shove them...”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, something like that.”
He snakes his arm around me and nudges me to him again. I straddle his lap and loop my arms around his neck as he pulls me into his embrace.
His smile fades away and so does mine.
He ponders for a moment as his eyes search mine.
“I told you I don’t have all the answers, Dahlia... I’d rather not say something to you that later on proves not to be true. I know it’s not the greatest thing to offer, but I want to be honest with you. All right?”
I nod.
What can I say?
Honesty is precious when it comes from any man, especially someone like him, but for some reason, his honesty hurts me. But with him, it’s never only pain. It’s always pain and pleasure.
Holding my eyes, he slowly smiles, running his fingers along my jawline, and his thumb across my parted lips before he starts to kiss me.
I’m so smitten.
His lips capture mine, his tongue pressing against mine, his touch reverberating between my legs. A moan rolls into our kiss as I tightly wrap my hands around his neck, longing for more of his lips.
He gives me more, tangling his tongue with mine and goosebumps dot my skin.
I lock my legs around him while he lifts my butt, and lets me slide slowly onto his full, hard cock. My core begins to pulse, and I can’t let go of his lips.
His fingers splay over my rear, gently guiding my butt as I start to roll my hips and ride his cock.
Groaning softly in his mouth, I keep rolling my tongue, sucking on his, and biting his lips.
It doesn’t take long, and the pain and questions completely vanish as I start getting high on pleasure.