Seduction (Club Destiny)

by Edwards, Nicole

  When she walked into the living room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

  There on her couch was Alex, sound asleep. His bare chest drew her eye, the sleek, tanned muscle teasing her. No matter how angry she was at him, he was still the sexiest man she’d ever seen. Taking advantage of him sleeping, she took a minute to look her fill.

  “Keep looking at me like that and I can’t promise you I’ll keep my distance.”

  His smooth voice drifted from across the room, sending chills down her spine and jolting her into action. She turned abruptly and headed to the kitchen. She could not handle him this morning. Not even if her headache was subsiding.

  A few minutes later, armed with her blessed morning coffee, Ashleigh took her laptop and went out onto the back porch. Hoping if she acted as though she needed space, Alex would take a hint and go home.

  Not that she wanted him to, but she should have. After all he’d put her through and everything she didn’t know about him, having him there was too much of a distraction.

  “Morning.” He whispered when he came up behind her, wrapping those strong, warm arms around her. She stiffened, his action reminding her of the last time he’d approached her on the back deck. Despite the hurt that still pulsed in her heart, she secretly enjoyed the seductive scent of him as it drifted through her senses.

  “Ashleigh, we need to talk.” He told her when he took a step back.

  “No talking. I’ve got to work.” She insisted, pretending to be doing something on her computer. Her fingers wouldn’t work because from her peripheral vision, she could see he was still absent a shirt, and all of that gloriously tan skin was still there, still beckoning her to look.

  She couldn’t.

  “Call me later.” She told him, trying to brush him off.

  It didn’t work.

  “Now. It can’t wait until later. I have some things I want to tell you.”

  Alex was as relentless as they came; she knew that much about him. If she didn’t give him a chance to talk, he’d never let up, and she’d never get him out of there.

  “Talk.” Ashleigh said, daring to look up at him.

  Mistake.

  Taking a seat in the chair across from her, Alex waited patiently until she closed the laptop and gave him her full attention. As if she had any other choice. Couldn’t he have at least gotten dressed?

  “I was married once.” He began.

  She knew that much. She’d known when she met him, which was one of the reasons she kept her distance. At such a young age, he’d already been divorced. “I know.”

  “But you don’t know the circumstances.”

  She wondered what this had to do with anything. If he had been married, past tense, then why was his ex-wife at his house?

  “I met Jessie when I was twenty-one years old. She had only been seventeen at the time, but she was working in a strip club because she lied about her age. It didn’t take long to realize she’d come from a very abusive home, and for some reason, I couldn’t sit back and watch her continue to suffer. After some coaxing, I managed to convince her father to let her marry me. That, or he was going to go to jail because I was going to turn him in.”

  Ashleigh was dumbfounded. She couldn’t have said a word even if she had to.

  “So, I married her. Only it didn’t take long to realize that she had just wanted out of her father’s house as much as I had wanted her out. She wasn’t faithful, not that she and I were having sex, but she wasn’t happy with me either. So, needless to say, we had the marriage annulled.” Alex said, pausing before glancing out at the water. “It should’ve been done and over, except Jessie kept finding herself in these situations, and when she called, I came running because I didn’t want to see her hurt.”

  “Why?” The word blurted out before Ashleigh could think better of it. “Why did you keep going back?”

  “Hell if I know. I’ve always had a problem with a man who put his hands on a woman in anger. Jessie seemed to be a magnet for men like that. Instead of turning my back on her, letting her finally grow up and take some responsibility for her own actions, I kept coming to her rescue.”

  Another pause and Alex’s gaze returned to hers. “That’s what happened last week. She called. Said she needed me and I came running. Not because I have any feelings for her, but because I knew she couldn’t take care of it on her own. When I showed up, her boyfriend was there and they’d gotten into it. I found her beaten and battered, her wrist broken, and the bastard was drunk and still in the house. So I called the police.”

  “So why is she at your house?” That was the part Ashleigh couldn’t wrap her mind around. So maybe Alex was a decent guy, with a heart of gold, apparently. That didn’t explain why this woman was at his house, answering his phone while he was in the shower.

  “I brought her home from the hospital, and she said she was too scared to go back to her house. I fell for it, and I took her to mine.”

  Made sense even if Ashleigh didn’t want it to. A little.

  “I didn’t realize what she was doing until I confronted her about answering my phone. She won’t admit it, and she keeps playing up the scared card, but I think she’s just playing me.”

  “So why don’t you kick her out?”

  “I told her she needed to leave this morning. I’m supposed to drive her back to her house.”

  Ashleigh wondered where her anger was. Where was the disbelief? The hatred for her man seeing another woman? But he wasn’t, was he? Alex didn’t belong to her, and from what he said, he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

  At least not according to the story he’d just given her. No, if that was the truth, and she feared it was, Alex was just too kind hearted for his own good. She didn’t know Jessie at all, but she was inclined to agree with him. The woman had a hidden agenda. And her guess was the agenda was Alex himself.

  Ashleigh went to take a sip of her coffee, but realized the cup was empty. More caffeine was needed to deal with this situation. Grabbing her empty mug, she got up from her chair and went inside, not saying another word. First of all, she was stunned. What was she supposed to say?

  By the time she got to the kitchen, Alex was directly behind her. “Talk to me, Ash.” He sounded... worried.

  “What do you want me to say?” She asked as she poured another cup. “You’re a saint, Alex. You’re out to save the world, and I don’t know how I fit in with those plans.”

  That was the honest truth.

  But when he took her arm and turned her around to face him, effectively backing her up against the cabinet, Ashleigh’s breath lodged in her chest.

  “I don’t care about the world. I care about you.”

  It sure didn’t sound like it from where she was standing. He couldn’t seem to let go of his past. What did that say about him?

  “I need you.” He whispered, not an inch between them and yes, having his body pressed against hers made her forget. About everything.

  Her headache.

  Her heartache.

  Some jealous woman from Alex’s past.

  All of it. The only thing that mattered was his warm body pressed against hers, chasing away the cold loneliness that had infused her since the moment that other woman answered his cell phone.

  “Let me feel you.” He said, pressing his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck. “I need to touch you, baby.”

  And damn it, she wanted him to touch her. Everywhere. For the first time that morning, Ashleigh put her hands on him, and the electrical current sizzled between them once again.

  His smooth skin was warm, and he smelled so damn good. That sultry cologne he favored and the unique scent of Alex. Mixed together it was a heady combination, and she was defenseless against him.

  When his lips landed on hers, she tasted his hunger, the urgency in his kiss. And then it all came flooding back. The ache she fought to bury, but lost every time. The need for him to take her – roughly and in spite of everything going on.

  But when h
e started to pull her away, she planted her feet firmly on the tile and resisted going anywhere with him. “What are you doing?” She asked, still rubbing her hands through the spattering of hair on his chest.

  “Taking you to the bedroom.” He said, kissing her neck.

  “No.” She said, and the warmth he’d infused her with moments before was suddenly stolen from her when he stepped back.

  The question in his eyes deserved an answer, and she fought to scrounge up the courage to tell him what she wanted.

  “Not the bedroom.” She said, staring into those brilliant emerald green eyes filled with a driving hunger she knew he battled with. “Right here. Right now.”

  His left eyebrow cocked as though he were trying to understand what she was telling him, and Ashleigh took the opportunity to get it out in the open. “I won’t break. I think I’ve proven that.” She whispered. “I don’t want gentle and easy all the time, Alex. I see the hunger, and you forget, I know you. I know the real you. The dominant side. Don’t treat me like I’m fine china.”

  He still didn’t seem to understand what she was saying, or he was just letting her talk. Either way, she knew she was on a roll, so she kept going. “You’ve read my books; you know what I write about. Those are the things I dream about. I want hard. Fast. Dirty. Not gentle and loving all the time.”

  The growl he let loose said he understood.

  “Right here.” She repeated as she put her hands on the waistband of his jeans, feeling daring and bold, maybe more so than ever before.

  Unhooking the button, she turned them until he was against the counter and she had more room to move. Easing to her knees, right there in the middle of her kitchen, Ashleigh made quick work of pushing his jeans and underwear down over his magnificent hips until they were around his ankles.

  She slid her hands up his thighs, letting the course hair tease her fingertips, his cock standing proud and tall not far from her lips.

  The first time she had done this, they’d been in his shower and she’d been nervous. Intimidated by the newness. Now, just like every time since, Ashleigh wanted to explore. Chancing a glance up at him, she was awash with the heat in his eyes.

  “Right here.” She told him again.

  Chapter Nineteen

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  Alex couldn’t have moved if the house was on fire. With Ashleigh on her knees in front of him, undressing him like she couldn’t wait another second, he couldn’t control the burning need that welled up inside of him.

  Gripping her head with one hand, his cock with the other, he pulled her closer until the head of his cock brushed the soft, fullness of her lips. “Open.”

  She’d tapped into the part of him that Alex fought to keep buried when she was around, although, in recent days, he’d been unable to hold himself back. Which was why he continued to worry that he’d push her too far, and he found himself hiding that part of him, reverting back to the first time he’d taken her and the realization that she had been a virgin.

  She was right, he was a dominating man. One who sought his own pleasure and the pleasure of his lover. He’d been holding back with her, not wanting to scare her off. Apparently, he’d been mistaken about what it was she needed.

  From the look in her amber, gold eyes, her hunger was stronger than he gave her credit for. Pushing his cock against her lips, he felt the tremble in his hands as he tried to tamp down some of what he’d continued to try and hold back.

  “Don’t hold back with me, Alex.” She said before she sucked him entirely into the hot cavern of her mouth, the warmth of her tongue torturing him upon impact.

  “Fuck.” He grit out between clenched teeth. It was too good.

  The softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, the determination in the way she sucked him. She was overwhelming his senses, making him want to fuck her mouth hard and fast, push as far as he could to see how much of him she could take.

  And he didn’t hold back. Guiding his cock into her mouth, he kept a firm grip on her hair, pulling her head back so he could control the movements. “Put your hands on my thighs.”

  He didn’t want her using her hands. He needed this, there was no mistaking that. “Open wider.” He demanded. “Close your lips around me, baby.” God it was so damn good. “Suck me. That’s it, Ash. Damn, baby.”

  Her fingernails dug into his thighs, but her mouth was firm and gentle, doing everything he told her to do. “Take more of me.” He said as he pushed in deeper. “Relax.”

  Just like the first time he’d taken her, he wanted to go balls deep in her mouth, feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat as she fought to take all of him. He began a rhythmic motion, pushing in, pulling out, her lips brushing down the length of him as her tongue slid over and around his spike hard shaft.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me fuck your mouth. Hard and fast.” He growled as she tried to pull him closer, but he kept her head still, secured by the grip he had on her hair.

  “You want me to come in your mouth?” He asked for the simple pleasure of saying the words. He knew what she wanted, and the vibrations that tingled straight up his spine from her moans confirmed it. “Harder, Ash. Suck my cock. That’s it, baby. Fuck, it’s so good.”

  He couldn’t stop the words as they spewed from his mouth, his cock tunneling in and out of those sweet lips, the excitement in her eyes spurring him on and bringing his orgasm that much closer.

  He was holding on for as long as he could because the sight of Ashleigh on her knees in front of him was something he’d only dreamed of for years. To have her there, it still didn’t seem real, even if it was becoming more familiar. Forcing her to take him as far as she could, the furnace of her mouth heated him, making his balls tighten until he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

  Pulling her closer, he plunged into her mouth, holding her there and hoping he wouldn’t make her gag, but he couldn’t control himself. “Your mouth is so fucking hot.” With each word, he noticed her eyes darken, smoldering with passion. “That’s it. Suck harder.”

  He thrust over and over, harder and faster until the electrical current of release ignited at the base of his spine, his orgasm rushing forth as he stilled, holding her head and burying his cock deeper into the unbelievable warmth.

  His release erupted, and he growled, the rough sound barreling through the empty house as he fought to hold on, fought not to fall to his knees from the sheer pleasure of having her mouth on him.

  Ashleigh pulled every last drop from his spent cock, bathing him in sweet warmth until he had no choice, but to pull her to her feet. “Now it’s my turn to play.” He told her, part warning, part promise. Her eyes widened and a smile tilted the edges of her lips.

  He turned her until she was once again backing up to the counter and he quickly removed every last stitch of her clothing, his eyes raking over every inch of exposed flesh. She was beautiful. All gentle curves and soft, pale skin.

  Because he was unable to help it, he laved her nipples, cupping her full breasts in his hands and lifting her to his lips. When he nipped the puckered tips with his teeth, she moaned, throwing her head back and he took note of what she liked. How had he ever thought she’d only want sweet and gentle? Ashleigh Thomas was fueled by the same driving hunger he was, and she continued to prove it each time they came together.

  Stepping back, he walked to the kitchen table and pulled a chair away before returning to where she stood, gripping the countertops, fully naked and trembling with desire.

  Sexy as fucking hell.

  “Put your foot on the chair.” He told her as he crouched between her legs, separating the soft, pink folds and opening her to his hungry gaze.

  Perfectly pink, her pussy begged to be touched, and his tongue longed to taste her. Every inch until she couldn’t take any more.

  For long minutes, he explored her with his tongue, spreading her swollen lips with the fingers of one hand while teasing her with one finger of his other. He raked over
her clit, spurred on by her erratic breathing and desperate moans, and plunged one finger deep inside of her.

  He continued to play, devouring her, lapping up her sweet juices as she tried to grind against his mouth, holding his head in her hands and pulling him closer. He gave into what she wanted, spearing her with two fingers, driving deep, retreating, then going back for more.

  When he latched onto her clit with his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerves, she jolted, gripping his hair painfully hard and thrusting against his mouth.

  “You’re gonna make me come.” She screamed. “Alex!”

  He didn’t relent, continuing to bury his fingers inside the hot depths of her pussy, using his tongue to torture her until he knew she couldn’t take anymore. He began fucking her with his fingers with blazing speed, pushing deep and sucking harder on her engorged clit until she filled the kitchen with her sensual moans.

  “I’m coming!”

  Ashleigh’s entire body tensed, her legs locked, her back straightened, and he felt her pussy spasm around his fingers, her clit throb against his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, ever tasted, and Alex vowed that from here on out, there was no holding back with her.

  If he wanted her to give him everything, and he did, he was going to have to give her everything in return.

  ~~*~~

  Ashleigh had died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for what she was feeling. Her body was sated, a sense of euphoria washing over her even as she fought to remain upright. Thankfully she didn’t have to use her legs much longer because Alex lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch.

  “Don’t go to sleep, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” Alex kissed her neck, her chest, took one nipple into his mouth.

  “I – Oh! Don’t stop.” From sated to wanting in one second flat.

  His mouth was doing wondrous things to her body, causing her womb to spasm. She needed to feel him inside of her and at this point, she didn’t give a damn how he made that happen.