Within minutes, I feel the pleasure build deep inside my core. With every hard thrust of his hips, Dex sends me closer and closer to falling over the edge. He leans down on one elbow and hooks his free arm around my knee, pulling my leg back towards my chest and that’s all it takes. The pleasure erupts from deep inside of me, exploding out in a blinding flash of light behind my eyelids.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God…”
“Stay with me baby. Watch me. I want to see you.”
His sultry words bring me back to the present. My eyes snap open right as my entire body spasms, the orgasm going on and on as Dex continues pounding into me. I stare into his clear blue eyes, so icy yet so warm. A single drop of sweat runs from his temple down to his neck. I want to lean up and kiss it away, but am too overcome with pleasure to move.
“Jesus, Al. Fuck. I’m gonna… holy shit.” Dex never breaks eye contact with me, pinning me down with those pale eyes. I watch, fascinated, as he thrusts into me one last time, finally squeezing his eyes shut, shouting out a string of expletives right before he collapses on top of me in a sated, sweaty heap.
I gasp, struggling to catch my breath after having unbelievable, life changing sex. Dex is still lying on top of me, slicked skin heating against mine. He presses a gentle kiss to my temple.
Then, I burst into tears.
Chapter 10
Declan – now
I just experienced the best sex of my life, with someone I actually care about, and her response is to start crying?
“Allie,” I shift off of her, cupping her chin in my hand so I can tilt her head towards me. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”
Fuck, if I hurt her, I’ll never forgive myself.
“No.” Allie sniffs, trying to pull her chin free from my grasp.
“Stop. I want to know why you’re so upset.”
Her lip trembles and her eyes dart off to the side, refusing to meet mine. Reluctantly, I let go of her. “We’re discussing this. Let’s get dressed and I’ll make coffee, okay?”
She nods but doesn’t say anything.
Frustrated and upset, I snatch up my clothes, storming into the bathroom to put them on. Once I’m dressed, I brace my hands on the edge of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror wondering what the fuck just happened. I splash some water on my face, hoping it will help my calm down. It won’t do me any good to be pissed off if I want Allie to open up to me.
By the time I collect myself and exit the bathroom, Allie’s clothes are gone and so is she. The clattering of dishes in the kitchen lets me know she’s already working on the coffee that I said I would make.
Allie slides a mug across the large island as soon as I pad barefoot into the room. She keeps her gaze down, suddenly fascinated with something in her cup.
“Thanks.” I watch her carefully, looking for any sign of impending tears. Her eyes are rimmed with red, otherwise she looks normal. Not happy, or sad, just… there. Numb.
“I’m sorry for losing it back there,” she says quietly.
“Can we sit in the living room?”
Allie shrugs as if she doesn’t care, but I see the quick flash of nervousness cross her face. She follows me over to the large couch. I leave my coffee in the kitchen, too queasy to drink it. All I want is an explanation, to know that I didn’t fuck this up somehow.
I sit down, frowning when Allie takes a seat farther away from me than I’d like.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I urge, using as composed a voice as I can manage.
“I-I, it’s not something I like to talk about.” She keeps looking down, now staring at a spot on the couch.
Fuck this.
I move closer to her, yet allow a small amount of space between us. “Allie, please, I’m freaking the fuck out. We make love and your response is to cry? Tell me, because I’m imagining the worst right now. Did I hurt you?”
Her green eyes finally meet mine. They’re dull, the vibrant spark from earlier is gone.
“It’s not you, Dex. It’s just hard to talk about. I’ve never… I’ve never actually told anyone this before.”
I wait, giving her time to process her thoughts. The trust she gave me earlier is nothing compared to what she’s about to say, I can see that. If she needs a few minutes, then that’s what she’ll get.
She inhales deeply, “That was only the second time I’ve ever had sex. And, it’s the only time I can actually remember it.”
My mind tries to sort out what she’s saying, but it doesn’t add up. “I don’t understand,” I admit.
“Dex, in college, I went on a date. He drugged me and raped me. I only knew because of,” her voice cracks, “because of the evidence, you know. I was a virgin.” Her cheeks are blotchy with embarrassment at her admission. She was raped and she’s fucking embarrassed?
All of the blood in my body rushes out of my face. Innocent Allie. Drugged. Raped. A swirling pit of anger unlike anything I’ve ever felt starts to build in my gut, roiling and growing until I’m clenching my jaw just to stop myself from screaming.
“So, I wasn’t crying because of you or what we did, Dex. It was more like I finally felt like maybe I could move on. Like maybe I’ve gotten rid of the paralyzing fear that’s been keeping me from living my life, from getting close to anyone. I was happy and sad at the same time. It was… cathartic, I guess.”
Her confession leaves me speechless. As much as I want to rant about how unfair it is that someone used her, that they had the power to keep her from enjoying a normal life, I can’t bring myself to do it. She doesn’t need rage, she needs comfort. I hold out my arms, an invitation. To show her that she’s safe with me, she can trust me with her secrets.
“Dex.” Allie rocks forward, throwing herself into my embrace.
“It’s okay, Al. I’m here for you. No matter what.” I murmur into her thick hair, tightening my grip on her small frame. “You can let yourself fall now. I’ll always be here to catch you.”
A small sob vibrates against my neck. I know that it’s not about me as much as it is about her reconciling her old life with her new one. One where she can love and trust someone and receive it back unconditionally.
I hold her until the quiet cries end, her body relaxed against mine. Gently, I frame her face with my hands, tilting her head until we’re eye-to-eye, shimmering green to my determined blue.
“You’re the bravest person I know, Al. That’s not an easy thing to overcome. I’m in awe of you.”
She sniffs, tears still drying on her cheeks, eyes red from crying. But the corner of her mouth quirks up. Just a fraction, yet enough to send a warm shiver down my spine.
“Thanks Dex,” she whispers. “Sometimes I feel so weak.”
“No way are you weak, baby. Now, tell me who did it so I can kick their fucking ass.”
“You’re just so great. I mean, I really loved you in the first Stranger movie.”
“Huh? Oh, thanks. I appreciate that.” The eager woman is practically bouncing in front of me, her friends giggling nearby.
I twist my head around, scanning the crowd for Allie. She refused to tell me the name of the bastard who raped her. I didn’t really expect her to but it stung nevertheless. The urge to protect her, to protect what’s mine, coils deep inside me. A primal instinct that I’ll never be able to control.
“Dex, you okay man?”
Ryker puts his hand on my shoulder, his brows pinched together in confusion.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I keep checking the room, looking for a glimpse of my girl.
He scowls, knowing I’m full of shit, but he lets it slide. This charity function for Allie’s family charity is filled with Quantum Stranger fans. Fans who want photos with Ryker and me, keeping me from where I want to be. Right next to Allie, available for her to lean on if she needs someone. Not someone, me. Only me. I want her to need me.
“Hey, there you are.”
Leah strides right over to our tightly packed posse of fawning fans, expertly maneuveri
ng herself next to Ry.
“Hello gorgeous,” Ryker says.
I’m about to roll my eyes at the two of them, but catch myself. I’d be doing the same thing if Allie came over here. There’s no doubt in my mind.
“We need you boys for a few minutes,” Leah interrupts. “You don’t mind, right ladies?” She doesn’t bother waiting for an answer. Instead, she takes one of our hands in each of hers and pulls us into a small, private dining room off of the main area.
Grateful, I turn to Leah. “Thank you for doing that. Those women…”
I stop dead in my tracks. My girl is here waiting for me. She’s stunning in a floor-length, shimmering cream-colored gown. Her dark hair stands out like a cascade of ink against the light fabric.
“Hey beautiful.” I cross the room, wrapping my arms around her waist and dropping my head for a kiss.
Allie happily obliges, opening her mouth when I run my tongue along the seam of her lips. She sucks on my tongue, drawing it into her mouth with strong, steady pulls. After minutes, hours, days… who’s counting? She pulls away.
“You ready to get out of here,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Fuck yes. I thought you’d never ask.”
“Bye guys.” Allie says, waving to Ryker and Leah as I grab her hand. I tug her out of the small room and back into the main party. “I just have to say bye to Drew and my parents first.”
“Lead the way.” Not releasing my hold on her, she weaves first through the throng of partygoers. I follow behind dutifully, eager to find everyone she needs to speak to so we can get back to her place and get naked.
It only takes a minute to find Drew, his arm slung around Sydney’s shoulders possessively. I snort under my breath at his blatant display of ownership. Then I realize that I’ve pretty much been doing the same thing to Allie all night. At least, when I haven’t been surrounded by admirers.
“Okay, that’s everyone. We can leave.” Allie’s eyes meet mine and my dick takes notice of the lustful gleam. She skims her tongue across her lips, dropping her eyes to laser focus in on my mouth.
“Shit, okay. Let’s go.” I pray we can make it to the car before anyone notices the tight fit of my pants across my groin. “I can’t wait to get you naked,” I whisper in her ear.
Allie smiles and nods, turning towards the door. We make it all the way to the spacious lobby when she suddenly digs in her heels. I just about knock her tiny frame to the ground, having to grab her arm to steady her on those damn stiletto shoes she’s wearing.
“Why did you stop?” I make sure she’s not going to fall before I release her, moving my hand down to her lower back. “Al?”
Her face is deathly pale, her mouth gaping open in shock. I follow her line of sight across the lobby to see the Patriots new wide receiver, decked out in a tuxedo, staring at her curiously.
He walks over to us with the cocky sureness of someone used to being the center of attention, stopping right in front of Allie. The predatory gleam in his eyes sends a streak of jealousy down my spine. He’s not huge, in fact he’s not very big at all. Troy White is known for his speed and maneuverability as a wide receiver, not his size.
“Hello Allie. It’s been a long time. You look great.”
The fucker sweeps his greedy eyes up and down her body. I feel her shudder under my touch. She doesn’t respond to him. Her mouth slams shut into a tight line. I notice the shimmer of tears build up in her eyes. Flicking my gaze back and forth between them, I struggle to name the emotion charging the space.
Not lust, not on her part at least.
“Hi, I’m Declan Foster, Allie’s boyfriend.” I stick my hand out, still trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. Whatever it is, it has me really damn uncomfortable.
“Troy White. Nice to meet you.” His face clearly betrays his words. He’s not happy to see me here, in fact, he looks pissed. “So Allie, what have you been up to these last few years?”
A soft whimper escapes from her throat. She doesn’t seem to be aware of making the sound.
Once again, I look back and forth between Troy and Allie, my mind scrambling to make the connection. When I finally do, it takes all of my concentration to make sure I’m right instead of just pounding on his face like I desperately want to.
“Didn’t you go to Boston College?” I ask him.
He turns to me, giving me a big fake grin. “Yes I did. That’s actually how I met Allie.”
She stiffens beneath my hand, subtly moving closer until she’s tucked up under my arm. Allie only went to B.C. for one semester, her first semester. Her reaction to Troy, his cocksure attitude, the knowledge that he knew her when she went through an event that nearly destroyed all faith she had in humanity… it all points to one thing.
“You,” I hiss, shifting Allie behind me as I step up to face Troy. “You fucking bastard.”
“Dex.” Allie croaks from somewhere nearby. Her small hand wraps around my arm. I shake her off angrily.
“No. I’m going to take this asshole’s head off,” I snarl.
“Dex, please.”
Troy throws his head back and laughs, completely unintimidated by my threat.
The anger boils over. I don’t care that he’s twice my size or that his hands are bigger than my head. I’m going to fucking kill him. “You sick fuck.”
He’s still laughing as I pull my fist back, ready to land it right in the middle of his smug fucking face. Before I can throw a punch, a loud crack reverberates throughout the room.
Allie is standing between Troy and me, her arm across her chest, palm flat. Troy’s eyes are blazing with anger. He reaches up to massage a deep red handprint that begins to develop along one cheek.
She fucking slapped him. I’m astonished, yet proud as fuck.
“Fuck you,” she spits at the stunned man. “Dex, let’s get out of here. If Drew sees this, he’ll know and then my brother will end up in jail.”
I can’t help but smirk at the bastard as we step around him. He watches us leave, his eyes narrowed, his hand still touching his face.
We climb into the limo, settling against the soft leather. The car pulls into Boston traffic right as the Fourth of July fireworks begin shooting off over the nearby Charles River. They boom and pop, sending showers of color into the night sky. I take Allie’s hand and kiss her palm. It’s red and probably painful from laying that monster slap on Troy’s face.
With the backdrop of fireworks sounding off like cannons, I skim a thumb along Allie’s cheek, gently caressing her soft skin.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Al. I love you.”
She smiles, the weight of Troy’s attack seemingly lifted from her shoulders.
“I love you too, Dex.”
Chapter 11
Allie – now
I watch Dex as he sleeps, his gorgeous face slack and unworried, free from the tension he’s been carrying around all weekend.
It’s so hard not to reach out and touch him, to caress that soft skin over hard muscles. I shiver from the memory of him using that powerful body to give me pleasure, pleasure I never imagined possible. Dex freed me from my mental prison, showed me that sex can be beautiful and loving, not just a weapon to be wielded by an asshole.
He told me he loves me. We love each other. I lay in the dark grinning like an idiot.
Unable to sleep, I kick off the covers. After throwing on a tank top and cotton shorts, I wander into the living area of my condo, sitting on the couch so I can stare out the windows at the bright lights of the city.
Without thinking, I rub my palm over my thigh, trying to alleviate the sting that pulses through it. I smile as I remember the way it felt to connect with that bastard’s face. Dex was going to hit him, but I needed to confront Troy myself. I wanted to show him that I’m not the same weak girl I was back in college, too afraid to press charges.
“Al?”
I turn towards the bedroom to see Dex leaning on the doorframe, wearing only a pair of low-slung slee
p pants. My eyes immediately drift down to the delicious bands of muscle that frame his waist, pointing down towards his crotch like an arrow.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself Forrester.
“Sorry if I woke you. I couldn’t sleep.”
Dex shuffles over to me, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He drops heavily onto the sofa, immediately wrapping his arms around my shoulders so I’m leaning back against his rock hard chest.
“You didn’t wake me. I missed you. Anything I can do to help?”
His thumbs draw small circles on my abdomen where my tank has ridden up a few inches, exposing a small strip of skin.
“No, I’m okay.”
I rub my palm on my thigh again. Dex reaches over and takes it in his hand, bringing up to his face so he can see.
“Does it hurt?” He presses a small kiss on the swollen skin. The rasp of his stubble across it sends goose bumps down my spine.
“Yes, but it’s good. I like it. I know it sounds strange, but… it’s a reminder that I’m stronger than I thought I was. That probably sounds stupid.”
I try to tug my hand back, but Dex won’t let go. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all. You are strong, Allie. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.”
Dex drops my hand. Sliding his palms down to my waist he lifts me up and turns me around so I’m facing him on his lap. His fingers lightly skim up my arms, coming to rest on my neck, where his thumbs gently stroke my jaw.
“I meant what I said earlier. I love you, Allie.”
His clear blue eyes penetrate right through me. I inhale through a hitch in my chest that makes it hard to breathe. My heart beats so hard Dex can probably feel my pulse racing under his hands.
“I love you too, Dex.”
He leans in, tilting his head slightly so our mouths can connect. His lips move against mine, sending streaks of pleasure over my skin. I grind down on his lap, loving the feel of the firm bulge pressing against me.
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