“I didn’t come here to make you sign it. I just wanted you to know that I know the truth, and I don’t give six fucks about it, Alec. You’re my brother, Alec. I love you, and I worry about you. It makes me sick thinking you’re up here all alone not wanting to talk to any of us.”
We look at each other, and our tense postures both soften. He nods at me, and I shrug in response accepting that I can’t change his mind.
“I’m not alone up here,” is all I have to say back for the moment, and before he can say anything back, Mia reappears stepping out of the front door with an inquisitive look on her face.
I watch Holden smile at her, and I glare at him until he looks at me. He raises his brows like he thinks he knows something. Hell, he probably does.
“I’ll be here until tomorrow morning, then I have to head back.” Holden takes my hint and steps around to the driver side of his car. It’s perfect timing since the rain forecast from earlier is coming through now.
The sudden dampness in the air is followed by raindrops. Mia shields her eyes but looks out at us both with a slight smile, nothing more than a curl of her lips.
“Okay. Talk to you later,” I say.
“Right on.” He arches a brow at me before dipping into his car and revving away.
“Alec.” I sigh at the softness of her voice washing over me.
I turn to face Mia stepping out to an arm’s length away from me.
“You shouldn’t be out in the rain.”
“I’ve got bags…”
“I can get it.”
She shakes her head stepping closer until I see the gleam in her brown eyes. I miss looking into them, I miss her, and it’s only been one day. It isn’t good.
“Alec, I am perfectly capable of bringing my groceries inside. I didn’t come out here for that anyway. You never told me you had a brother.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Bullshit. Don’t mock me, Alec. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve half the shit you do to me, but I tried to be patient with you because I… I just care about you a lot, Alec. I don’t think this is something I can just let go.”
I tighten my jaw as I look down at her and try to figure out why the hell she is so good to me. She’s a fucking angel, and I don’t know if I’m even ready for salvation.
“Mia. Don’t do this.”
“Do what? Be honest with you?”
“No, it’s… it isn’t something I can talk about yet, Mia. I have a lot of shit to figure out. I never said I was going to give you all of me.”
“I didn’t ask you to. I never asked for that. All I want to know is if this is worth my time and if I should keep waiting for you because I would do it if you asked me to. If you just gave me a smidgen of satisfaction, Alec.” Her nostrils flare as her always-calm expression is taken by the deep ridge of her brows drawn together in frustration and her lips pursed.
I swallow back the tightness in my throat as the rain pours down. It mats her hair to her cheeks and does the same to mine over my forehead. As I push it back, it just falls forward again, and I fight to find the right words to say. What would I say in this situation?
How do I tell her the way I feel about her isn’t something I’m comfortable with, but it’s all I want?
“Alec, please. I know you’re running from something, and I don’t have a problem with that. What I’m asking is that… that you just run toward me instead.” Her voice cracks and one more look into her eyes, one more look into her soul is what takes me out of my head.
I cross the splashing water and slice the rain falling between us to kiss her. Her lips collide with mine, and it takes all of me prisoner once again. Except the chains are just her lips and the beautiful soul that is behind them. I clutch her face in my hands, wipe the rain away with my thumbs to feel the skin of her cheeks, and bring her even closer to me. My fingers swipe through her curls, and I let them drift down to the nape of her neck and shoulders, but her hands close over mine as she tries to pull away, and her lips mush over mine.
“I told you kissing isn’t an answer to everything.” She heaves against my lips, and I shake my head, my forehead on hers.
“Tell me to stop, Mia. Tell me this isn’t enough for you.” I hold her waist instead, the heat of her seeping through.
I see the question in her eyes before she focuses on me and kisses me again. She stands on her tiptoes and while I love having her in my arms like this, I know I need more of her. I lift her up, and her legs latch around me immediately, and I trudge in the sloshing rain on the grass until I get to the back porch where I press her to the wall. Rain still seeps down the cracks and douses us as I deepen the kiss.
The heat of her sex presses right over my cock, the thin material of my dress pants leaving nothing to chance as I feel her grind against me. She sighs against my lips as she tugs at my tie. It becomes a fight to get my wet shirt off me, but once she does, her hands on my bare skin set me on fire. I tug at her sweater and expose her creamy skin, everything is somehow better than I imagined. The pale pink color of her bra contrasts the pale skin of her chest, the swells of her breasts spilling over.
“Mia… you choose today not to wear a dress.” I tug at her jeans, and she smiles slightly. I hold her up to pull them off along with her shoes, and her legs go back around my waist.
Her hands comb through my hair scratching my scalp as she pulls me to kiss her. Our tongues glide over each other, and her taste floods my senses as I deepen the kiss. I about lose it when her nimble fingers curl under my pants. She undoes my belt and pant zipper to slide her hand into my boxers, and my cock screams for all the time wasted.
My hands glide over her body. Every supple curve and valley of hers slips under my fingers. When I reach her breasts, I revel in the moment I caress them with my hands, feeling the round weight of them before I tug her bra down to press the mounds of her breasts up, her dark pink nipples peeking through. My tongue swells at the thought of tasting her, and so I do, her gasp of pleasure egging me on.
“Alec…” She waits until I have had my fill of each of her nipples and kiss back up her neck until I reach her lips.
We smack together, a slobber of laving tongues and hungry lips until she tugs away. Her hand leaves my cock, and I groan under my breath, her sultry gaze under her hooded lids keeping me wanting more.
“Alec, you have to tell me. Please.” Her thumb traces my lower lip until she cups my face and tightens her legs around me, so I can never get away even if I wanted to.
“Mia.” I lick my lips and gaze at her. “I want you. I want all of you. But I don’t know how much of myself I have to give to you.” I shudder, so many emotions running through my body that it makes me tremble.
She raises her brows at me, her eyes turning questions in them.
“Tell me that’s enough, Mia.” My chest heaves with every breath trying to calm my desire and trying to prepare myself for what happens if that isn’t enough.
But she slightly nods before she kisses me like a feather and then harder until we break back into a hungry, wanton flurry of emotions. Every time I kiss her, I feel part of me fading away into something better, something that has a part of her in me too.
“Alec, yes. It’s… it’s everything.”
18
Mia
Having Alec pressed against my skin is like discovering a new drug I didn’t even know I was addicted to. But now I am. If he separates from me only slightly, I tug to pull him back to me just to feel his skin and heat against me, his hard body and soft lips claiming me as his.
I know it isn’t perfect, and I know it could be better, but I was perfectly fine with accepting what he has to offer because it is that much more than before. I don’t know why he is so upset about his brother or whatever it is they were talking about. I really can’t process anything besides his lips on mine swelling and suckling my tender skin.
When he does pull away, my sigh of disappointment is audible, and he smirks at me, a devilishly s
exy grin that makes me shiver with even more anticipation.
“Not doing this out here.”
And I’m slung over his shoulder before I have a chance to protest. He easily lifts me up and carries me off, a wide smile of bewilderment on my face as he does. We go up the stairs, and I don’t know where until I’m dropped onto my familiar bedspread. My bra is still pulled down, my breasts half exposed and my pants probably still outside. But I don’t care. Alec looks easily disheveled, his shirt gone, and pants undone. If I thought he was sexy before… this is a completely different visual of him.
His chest is broad, shoulders strong and heavy as he hunches over, his abs tightening with every breath he takes. A dark trail starts at his belly button and goes down, down until it disappears with the obvious bulge in his pants. I swallow, my mouth suddenly drier than ever.
“Mia,” Alec starts as he shucks his pants away leaving only his plaid boxers to keep himself from me. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growls, and it goes right to my pulsing sex. I feel myself gushing for him, getting wet like I never have before. Only I can’t really tell because of the rain soaking me already.
I move my hair from my face and lay my arms out on the bed like I’m offering myself to him. I suppose I am, and after all this time, it’s all I want to do.
I bite my lip, my chest pressing up to the cold air. Alec doesn’t waste time climbing over me on the bed to get back to kissing me, to letting his body outweigh mine. My fingers explore every dip and peak of his muscles even without the slick water making my hands glide easily over him.
His rough, calloused hands take my bra off in one swoop, not even bothering to undo it and tugging it over my head instead. I gasp at his roughness—the urgency is hot and searing between us. His eyes are so dark, I can barely see them behind his lids hooded with desire. The soft flesh of his lips explores my neck, down to my shoulders and collarbone before sliding down the dip between my breasts. They have never been impressive in size, but the way he holds them in both his hands, how they fit perfectly under his large palms, makes that all go away.
I have never felt more beautiful than now when he can’t take his lips or hands off of me. I become an endless stream of moans I don’t even recognize as he teases my nipples. His mouth on one, his fingers on the other. Pinching, biting, sucking… until I about come undone from it alone. The tremors of my body are so strong I have to shut my eyes as if that would contain them.
“Alec, please…” I whisper, not really knowing what I am even begging for. He looks up at me, his gaze pinning me down as he settles between my legs. And his mouth moves down lower to my stomach and navel where he leaves hickeys.
My fingers comb through his hair and latch him to me wherever he goes. My breath hitches, my throat pulsing when his mouth hovers over my sex, the heat of his breath soaking through my thin cotton panties. The pale blue material shows my wetness seeping through, and I feel my cheeks flush even more when he inhales my scent and kisses me over the fabric before moving up to tug it away.
On his knees, he stares down at me—all of me—like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and I feel like I am. It makes my entire body heat, and I feel steamy like I am letting out everything bad and only absorbing everything good. The way he bites his lip and tilts his head to crack his neck as he looks me over is probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
His eyes meet mine, and I am frozen to his. Alec grabs me at my knees, spreading me wide open to him. I cover my chest with my hands as if covering one part of me will make me feel less self-conscious. He tugs me down the bed hard, and I shriek. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to pry my hands away and kisses the palm of my right hand.
“Don’t hide from me.” He gravels, the catch in his voice seeping into my skin. He circles his lips over the pads of my fingers, each one slowly until he goes over them again and again before sucking the tips of my first three fingers.
As he does that, his other hand moves from my hip to my dripping sex. I jolt with pleasure when he merely rubs my clit down to my folds, the touch so light and feathery that I barely feel it.
“Alec…" I fist the sheets in my other hand, and he moves down holding my hand on the sheet and then grabbing the other as his head disappears between my legs.
If I thought before was anything, I was wrong. He kisses my sex like he kisses my lips, slow and tender. A slight sucking draws my pulse right up to the edge. Blinding white lights shine behind my eyes as I shut them tight, my back arching toward him. His hands have pinned mine down, and I can’t touch him, but I still feel connected to him in every way. And it’s not because his mouth is on my most private place but because of the way he touches me, holds me, and pleases me.
Alec quickens his pace adding his tongue into his skilled pleasuring. He flicks against my clit rapidly before licking me from top to bottom, his tongue dipping inside of me before he does it over and over until I feel my orgasm building inside my body. It feels nothing like trying to do it alone—boulders compared to pebbles. When I feel my body stretch into a heated bliss before it recoils and snaps, I cry out loud enough for everyone to hear, but I don’t care. I never thought I would enjoy screaming his name.
His lips don’t leave me until my tremors subside, and then he trails kisses back up my body and circles around my sensitive nipples. He releases my hands as he cups my face to kiss me, and I fist my fingers in his hair to hold him to me. I wrap my legs around him, and I whimper to find his boxers still on.
I shimmy him out of them nervously trailing my hands down the planes of his stomach until I reach the tuft of hair above his cock. I feel it heavy and throbbing against my leg, and he hisses when my fingers graze his already-moistened tip.
“God, Mia.” His lips press under my ear. It must be my sweet spot because it makes me tingle all over again.
I bite my swollen bottom lip as I shimmy down, and he lays his hands down over my hips before sliding two fingers deep inside of me, curling on the way out just once, then twice. I moan deeply, my core yearning for his cock inside of me. When I feel his tip against me, the urge to tense is too much to ignore. He murmurs something about condoms, but I barely hear him. It doesn’t matter much since I’ve been using the pill since before I can remember. I am so impatient that I want him inside of me but don’t know how to initiate it. I am content with him settled between my legs, the softness of my thighs colliding with the hardness of his hips and Adonis belt.
He kisses me deep and slow, my lips parting immediately to let his tongue glide over mine. He does that over and over, drawing my lips out between his teeth as if he wants to eat me all up. I would gladly let him.
But the next time he does, he pulls back regarding me with an inquisitive look in his eyes. I sigh through my parted lips when he nudges his cock against me again. His thick brows draw together, and I don’t let him say anything else.
“Don’t ask me. It will ruin the moment,” I whisper. He slowly nods once and kisses me as his cock pierces through me.
Just the tip at first before he draws back and goes farther the next time. And again, and again until the next one lands him so deep inside of me, I feel him everywhere. I rake my nails down his back, clutching his taut ass as he freezes inside of me. I feel a rumble in his chest as he holds himself back. I tilt my face to him, and he kisses me just as softly and deeply as he thrusts inside of me.
I stretch for him, my body attuning to his size and clenching him tightly. His eyelids flutter, his bottom lip trembles, and he closes his eyes as he rocks inside of me. I watch for as long as I can eyeing the pleasure etch across his face before it takes me too, and I close my eyes.
He rocks deep inside of me, his cock piercing my very core every time and his hip rubbing over my clit. I am permanently on the edge of another orgasm, and I already know it will be more blinding than the one before. I moan his name through my tight throat, my gasps are not enough for me to get enough air with each shuddering breath.
His pace quickens, the bed rocking against the wall, the four posters of my bed rattling around us. I don’t recognize the wanton moans coming from me or the hard grunts coming from him. Only that neither of us can’t stop, and just as we are both on the edge, he cups my face softly, his thumbs tracing under my eyes until I open them.
I do, and I meet his own dark eyes boring into mine. The traces of his past shine through, the light of me in his future, and everything between us coming after it. I gasp at the sudden explosion I feel, my eyes wide and mouth slack as a guttural moan leaves my body, and it seems to take a piece of my soul with it as I come around him.
Alec pumps through his orgasm, the heat of him emptying inside of me in thick spurts. With another groan and another wet kiss, he collapses next to me and holds me so close there is no more space between us.
19
Alec
If I had ever been on drugs, I think I would compare this feeling to a high. After a long time of not having anything remotely close—maybe not ever having anything remotely close to it—I can only imagine.
Or maybe I couldn’t compare the feeling to anything because I have never felt it before. Holding Mia in my arms is almost as good as being inside of her. I feel cloaked by everything good and pushing out the bad. Especially with everything that has already happened in the past few months, hell, the past day itself.
Her scent is all over me, her warmth… I have never known anything more perfect than her. It is almost too insane to think that I woke up this morning on a completely different tangent. I had no idea I would be seconds away from having Mia against a brick wall under the rain, only to end up in her bed, exploring every part of her body like my life depends on it. I am starting to feel my soul depend on her, and it takes enough of me to keep me from feeling anything else.
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