by Xavier Neal
What can I say? Getting each other off multiple times is usually the only thing we care about.
Lex’s lips leave mine and she rolls her head to the side mewling in such a vulnerable way it turns me on even more. Dragging my tongue up her neck to her ear I say, “Baby, you feel amazing.” She whimpers again. Her pussy clenches hard as I feel her coming apart around my cock rapidly, her legs squeezing tightly around my waist. Heels digging into my back. My pace doesn’t slow down. It stays steady. Deep.
“Tony,” she calls digging her nails into my biceps. “I think I’m gonna come again...” Excited by the idea my hips continue rocking desperate to achieve that. Anxious to give her everything she needs all the time and any time. “Oh god...” she yells, coming again.
Following right behind her this time, my body stiffens as I empty my life into hers whispering in her ear, for the first time, “I love you...”
On a content sigh I roll off of her and collapse. I move her until she is wound tightly around me, pressed so close I finally feel that moment of clarity I’ve needed since I talked to my brother.
Maxx and my dad are right. All that matters is how I feel. And I wanna be with Lex. Forever.
Chapter 17
Lex
Best feeling in the world? Waking up completely hung over from being in love. Yes people, I am talking full on ‘Beyoncé’ style here. I finally get what the damn song feels like. Ugh and now I wanna sing it. Don’t look at me like that. I can like Beyoncé. It’s not a crime. I like all kinds of music.
Untangling myself from Tony who is grumbling something about not moving, I quickly go to the bathroom to pee. Afterwards, I brush my teeth and give myself a hard look in the mirror. My red hair is all over the place from round two and three with Tony last night.
That man cannot get enough of it. I’ve never been more thankful I didn’t chop it off the weekend before Vegas.
I lean closer to stare at my inked skin that I swear is glowing.
I can’t be fucking glowing. Why am I glowing? What? No. No it’s not the glow of love. There’s no such thing. I’m clearly radioactive. Oh! Another good song.
Shutting the bathroom light off, I sneak out of the room and into the kitchen to check our fridge for something to cook.
Yes I said ours. No, I don’t cook, but I can microwave like you wouldn’t believe. Living on a tour bus has taught me that.
Inside the fridge is quite empty except for a jug of orange juice, milk, and apple juice.
I like apple juice. Don’t start. Tony gives me enough shit about it already.
On two of the other shelves there are a couple random pieces of fruit and a box of saltines.
He likes the damn things cold. Now that’s weird.
On a loud sigh I shut the steel colored fridge door and I notice the take out menu for Chinese dangling from a magnet. With a smirk I check the time, thankful we’ve slept ‘til almost noon, before taking it with me to order us food with my cell. Once that task is done I sneak back into the bedroom where the bed sheet is barely covering the lower half of his body.
I lean against the door frame and bite my finger.
Looks like every girl’s prince charming and he’s mine.
Quietly I move over to the bed, peel the sheet back, and lower my lips to his abs that are calling to my tongue.
Basketball does his body good.
Within a few strokes of my tongue his dick is ready to go. Wrapping my lips around the tip receives a satisfied groan of thanks. Pleased to have his attention I lower my mouth down slowly making sure to savor the way it thickens against my tongue.
“God, Lex,” Tony breathes out.
With a smile I drag my mouth back up, swirl the tip, and start the process all over again. His breathing changes and his hips start hinting at me that they want more. Too bad I’m having fun with the torment. The small sucks cause him to dig his fingernails into the mattress clearly unsated.
Finally done teasing him, I swallow him from tip to base. Tony calls out, “Fuck!” His hands shove themselves in my hair for leverage as I begin to bob on his cock actually enjoying one of the only sex acts that has haunted me up until now. I suck harder. Faster. I slip one hand between his legs to cup his nuts which cause them to tighten, moments from climax.
“Is that what you want, Lex?” his voice stutters. “Me to come?” A harder suck comes from me as the answer and I can tell he’s hesitant.
What kind of dude is a gentleman during a blow job? Ugh. Love him more now.
“Baby,” he whimpers and the thrum sends his cock back to the point of near gagging. The reaction sends him over the edge forcing him to roar, “Fuck, I’m coming...” Tony lets go of everything. His inhibitions. His anxiety. His fear. The entire time he comes his hands are planted firmly in my hair only letting go when he’s finally too exhausted to hold on any more. He melts into the bed as I swallow the contents of my mouth moving up to straddle him. Looking up at me with a crooked grin he groans, “Goddamn.”
“That’s why they call me Lix,” I wink playfully.
A very serious face comes across him.
Was that bad? Shit. I’m new to this.
“I won’t ever call you that,” his hand gently strokes my thigh. “And I’ll never ask for you to do to me what you just did. That’s special and should be treated as such.”
Feeling a warm sensation spread through me I nod. “It’s a good thing you’re special then.” After a beat I bite my bottom lip and say, “That thing you said during sex last night...”
Tony yawns widely and props an arm behind his head. “That thing about your ass?”
“No. And while I’m willing to try that, not with you slightly drunk,” I scold.
Hey it’s not for everyone, but fuck it. I’ll give it a try sometime. At least for him.
“What thing then?”
“About...about lov-lov-lov—”
“Loving you?” he says again without reluctance.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Did you mean it? Or was it like a heat of the moment thing?”
With a giant grin Tony states, “I do love you, Lex. A lot. I guess being in that moment with you and slightly tipsy broke down my fear of saying it.”
“Why were you afraid to say it?”
“Because what if you didn’t say it back?” Immediately I realize I didn’t. My jaw drops unsure that even now I can say it, even if it is how I feel. “And you didn’t, but it’s okay. I’ll love you just the same regardless if you say it back or not.”
“Tony, I—” The doorbell cuts me off and I grumble, “Damn Chinese.”
“That’s awfully racist,” he chortles to himself.
“That’s not even funny.”
It wasn’t.
“And it’s the Chinese food I ordered for us,” I fly out of bed. In a loud voice I scream out, “I’m coming!”
“Well if my neighbors didn’t know what we had been doing before they sure do now,” he jokes again as I put on my pair of hipster panties.
“You’re just on fire,” I sarcastically say unsure of where my shirt is. Grabbing his tux jacket from last night I toss it on thankful it’s big enough to cover me.
“You can’t answer the door like that.”
“Why not?” I playfully pout.
“Do you plan on flashing him for his tip?” Tony sits up sternly.
“God you’re sexy when you’re jealous,” I mutter walking out of the room for the front door. Uncomfortable by something poking me from his pocket I try to shift the jacket. Grabbing the cash I left out for the delivery guy on the coffee table, I open it slightly surprised to see a girl.
“Order for the Reeds?” she sweetly asks.
“Yup,” I take the bag out of her hand and hand her the cash insisting she keep the change.
After shutting the front door, I place the food on the kitchen table, and go to grab dishes for us to use. Reaching for the bowls causes whatever is in his pocket to poke me again. Now more annoyed
I reach inside it and pull out the opened envelope. Tossing it on the counter I go back to retrieving the bowls. When I set them down on the counter to grab the forks, a word happens to catch my eye on the document that’s popping out of the envelope.
No. It can’t be.
Against my better judgment I pull the papers all the way out. Instantly it feels like the room is beginning to shrink with every word I read.
“I knew it,” Tony comes out of the bedroom mumbling. “That delivery boy made a pass at you, didn’t he?” His voice is playful like his expression until he reaches me. When he sees what I’m holding his mouth moves even though nothing comes out.
Swallowing the tears I swore I would never shed over love, I say very sharply, “Divorce papers.”
“Lex let me explain—”
“What’s there to explain?” I shrug. “Divorce papers kinda get the point across.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t baby me!” I shove the papers on the counter. “You tell me you love me and then I find divorce papers. I guess you love me but just not enough huh?”
“Lex—”
“You know what Tony? Let me make this super easy for you.” In one fluid motion, I grab a pen from the kitchen bar, scribble my name on the line on the back page, and shove the paper into his chest as I walk by. “You can mail me my copy.”
“Baby, wait!” He shouts behind me as I quickly go to retrieve my clothes I wore yesterday. “It’s not what you think!”
“This isn’t like getting caught with your pants around your ankles with your ex-girlfriend in the room!” I yell upset during the process of yanking my jeans on. “This is simple! Divorce papers only mean one thing! At some point you decided that you didn’t wanna go through with this deal!” Throwing his jacket at him, I grab my bra and white shirt from the corner closest to the bathroom.
Why did I think tossing my clothes around his room would be a good idea?
“It stopped being a deal a long time ago.”
“Clearly it didn’t,” I correct him pulling my beat up tennis shoes on. “It’s cool.” I shrug trying my best to be indifferent. “You’ve got a life. I’ve got a life. Playing house was fun, but let’s be real this would never work.”
Tony lets me out of the bedroom but it doesn’t stop him from following me around the living room as I grab my bag and keys. “What do you mean this could never work?”
I’m gonna regret saying this later aren’t I?
“Because you’re a choir boy,” I bite. “Because you’re Mr. Goodie Two Shoes who plays geek games. That’s not me. That’s not even on my radar. I’m the kinda girl who likes to have real fun. Do crazy things like shots off a strippers’ asses in the middle of a Sunday afternoon and marry nerds in Vegas cause it makes me laugh.” The last line shatters something in his pretty blue eyes that I will miss severely.
Don’t you dare tell him that.
With my keys dangling from my hands, I smirk in a bitchy way. “I’ll be back to get the rest of my shit when you’re not here. You know when you’re at computer camp or something. Oh! And don’t worry I’ll find another way to stay in the fucking country.”
Tony tries one more time, “Lex—”
“No,” I correct him, opening the door. “You can call me Lix.”
Shutting it sharply behind me I let out a small barely audible sob.
I guess Kronk was right again. This would’ve hurt a lot less if I had just distanced myself rather than wedge myself in deeper. Whatever. It’s done now. I can go back to being “Lix”, the party girl the world loves to see. It’s easier to be dead inside than dealing with the feeling you get when you’re alive.
Chapter 18
Tony
I have moped for the past week straight. Haven’t left the house once. Lex said she’d be back to pick up her stuff, so I played the odds. If I’m always here then I can’t miss her. That makes sense right? What do you mean that’s kinda creepy? It’s not creepy! She’s my wife! No! She really is. Those papers, they weren’t even the real thing! They were just a fucking draft for me to see what they looked like! What? I’m not yelling at you! Oh...sorry.
Rolling over on the couch I hit the next episode of ‘Doctor Who’ to play. With my face pressed firmly into my couch cushion I wait as Netflix takes longer to load than normal.
Everything hates me now?
The doorbell rings and my heart skips a beat.
It’s gotta be her, right?
Quickly I hop off the couch, trip over the coffee table in a hurry to answer the door, and swing it open only to be disappointed by the smiling face at me.
“Hi, Uncle Tony!” Dean beams brightly.
I hate teenagers.
Not in the mood for people I sigh, “Hey, Kid. Look I’m not really in the mood for company right now.”
“Yeah, I don’t think Mom’s gonna care,” he shrugs. “Besides I didn’t come to hang out. She came to yell at you.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I needed the driving hours—”
“Because I think the steering wheel is trying to brand itself into my flesh now,” she grumps finally reaching my front door. “And why do you have to live so far from the parking lot? God it’s like crossing the desert to get here.”
Her pregnancy misery weighs on my guilt of kicking them out, so I widen the door to let them in. Once they’re both inside I try again, “Maxx, we’re all caught up with work. Our next big planned event isn’t until next month. The next major fight night isn’t for another week. I’m good with work, so why did you come to yell at me?”
Sitting down on my sofa she gleefully claps. “Oh it’s The Doctor! Is this the season where Rose is still his companion?”
I nod folding my arms across my chest.
“Figures,” she mumbles.
“What’s that supposed to mean.”
“You know exactly what it means.”
My face rolls away to stare at the floor.
“I’d rather not chew you out in front of the kid. Got something he can do to occupy himself?”
“Yeah,” I sigh lifting my attention to him. “Kid, I’ve got the Eat Brains 3 on my gaming laptop in the office if you wanna check it out.”
“Shut up,” the Kid says his eyes popping out of his head. “That’s not even out for another two weeks!”
“I’ve got a friend who works for the company. Gave me an advance copy. The least he could do for eye screwing my wife the last time I saw him. Go ahead and knock yourself out.”
“It’s fucking sweet isn’t it?” His face lights up.
“Mouth!” Maxx fusses at him. He scrunches at his mistake and she says, “That’s twice this morning. One more time, and I’m grounding you from driving.”
“Aw, but mom,” he whines like the sixteen year old he is.
“Nope.” she raises a hand. “Now go play video games.” When he smirks she adds, “Oh! And I hear this version lets you modify the zombies for different levels of game play. Let me know if that’s true.”
He nods and heads off to my office. When the door shuts, I look back down at her pissed off expression.
As if I haven’t been beating myself up enough I shrug a shoulder, “What?”
“What do you mean what? You have been holding yourself hostage in this apartment for the last week. And before you try to deny it, it smells like it. It’s gross.”
It’s not gross...
“You wanna tell me about why Lex left?”
“How do you—”
“Really?” she cuts me short. “You wanna do that long list of how I know what I know or you wanna just tell me what happened?”
On a defeated sigh I slide into my recliner. “She found the divorce papers in my pocket.” Maxx doesn’t look surprised. “And she...signed them. Yelled at me. And left.”
“Did you chase after her?”
“No.”
“What is wrong with you men!” she yells at me rubbing her stomach.
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I’ve noticed any time she get really upset her hands go to stroking her stomach. It’s like it soothes her. It’s kind of cute. Kind of weird.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what is wrong with y’all?” she repeats like it helps. “A girl runs you run after her! You’ve seen enough movies to know that.”
“I’m not in a movie.”
“It’s the principle.”
“That’s like...stalking or something.”
“No jackass,” Maxx snaps. “That’s fighting for what you want. That’s showing you care. That’s saying you believe all the good shit you were saying before you got your balls stuck in your mouth.”
“Graphic...”
“Honest.” She pats her stomach. “And by now you should’ve learned this lesson. You saw what Logan did wrong. What C.J. did wrong. How the fuck have you not learned this much by now?”
“You’re awfully cranky,” I lean my face on my fist.
“I was up most of the night because the Kellar spawn inside me is like its father and thinks the middle of the night is the best time to talk to me,” she grumbles. “There’s a long nap somewhere in my near future.”
“Where’s Kellar?”
“He had to run an errand.” She waves it off. “Focus.” My attention settles back on her. “You love Lex?”
“With everything I’ve got.”
“You wanna be with her?” I nod. “Then figure out exactly what you wanna say to her and be prepared to say it at the drop of dime.”
“What—”