Pink Lilies (Beautiful People Book 1)

by Lacee Hightower

  “I know, Alex. I’m so sorry. What can I do? What if I take a day off and we go have lunch and get mani-pedis and wax jobs? My treat. I’ll ask Martin today. I have plenty of vacation time.”

  Maybe she was right. My nails did look like crap. A good hot stone paraffin pedicure sounded pretty good, too. The waxing, though I needed it, didn’t sound so great. On the other hand, maybe the pain would actually do me good. Maybe it was just what I needed.

  “Okay. I guess I could use a good girls’ day out. Sorry for being such a crappy friend lately, Maci.”

  “No such thing, Alex. I should have been there for you. I wish you had called.”

  I brushed an arm across my tear-stained face as we ended our call. My head throbbed and my heart hurt even worse. Thank God, I still had my best friend to vent to. I stared down at my screen, noticing two missed texts—from Tyler. They both said the same thing.

  I miss you, angel. Can I buy you dinner? Can we please talk?

  I sat for minutes, trying to think of a response.

  I miss you, too … but no.

  I blinked back emotion, refusing to cry more tears. Yet, all I could do was envision his knuckles turning white as he fisted them at his sides. The frown line deepening between his eyes. Tyler didn’t like being told no. Oddly enough, he didn’t respond again.

  Back in the kitchen, I lifted the warm bottle of water from the table mixed with orange Spark, taking a long drink. Other than a small bowl of stale cereal, it was the only thing I’d ingested today. The mini-blinds partially open, Tyler’s car was parked in front of my duplex. He was looking down at his phone. Almost immediately, as if he sensed me watching him, his head slowly lifted. His eyes caught mine. In seconds flat, I could smell him. Taste his minty breath. Feel his warm fingers against my lower back. In spite of all he’d done, I wanted him.

  I loved him.

  The familiar tingle that I got simply from looking into his eyes sparked between my legs.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, watching him step from the car and walk toward my front door. I fought every nerve ending in my body to end the tingling sensations I got just by the mere image of him.

  This was still Tyler. Still the same man whose incredible lips had tasted my cousin just weeks before. Still the man who had shared experiences with Becca that he didn’t want to undergo with me. But, I couldn’t deny my feelings. I wanted to know more about him. The mystery behind his eyes. Ultimately, for reasons I couldn’t yet decipher, seeing him again felt necessary.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Alex

  “Alexa.”

  The door barely shut and he was forcing me backward. His mouth slammed against mine, his fierce gaze sparking every nerve in my body. This connection I felt toward this man was something I couldn’t get a grip on. Impelled against the wall, he took the sides of my head between his strong hands and dropped his succulent mouth over mine. More forceful and demanding than ever before, his tongue pried my lips open widely as he invaded my mouth, his teeth nipping the delicate skin, bestowing his carnal needs with merciless groans of hunger. Stunned by the abrupt play of power, I felt vulnerable and weak.

  Taken. Consumed. Dominated. Owned.

  Everything I wanted … and needed.

  I swallowed hard as he ended our kiss and stared down at me, the look in his eyes making me aware of just how much I wanted him in my life. He was shockingly gorgeous. So much so, that sometimes it didn’t seem real.

  “You didn’t run when you found out the sick gene my own father had. You didn’t show repulsion. All you’ve asked of me is honesty. Respect. I don’t have all the answers yet, angel. But I know I want you. I want to watch you dress in the mornings. Learn how you put your pants on. If you slide one beautiful leg in at a time or both in unison. Christ, Alexa, more than my next fucking breath … I want a real relationship with you. Don’t give up on us, angel.”

  Tyler pushed his lips to my forehead. “Don’t give up.”

  I licked at my drying lips that still tingled from his strong kiss, searching his face. Could I love this man knowing he hurt my cousin so badly she took her own life? Could my heart ever be strong enough to walk away? Did I have the backbone? My brain knew how morally wrong it was. But what we had in our hearts … all things outside the two of us ceased to exist when we were together.

  “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry for hurting your cousin. But, I can’t stand being apart from you. I need you in my life, Alexa,” he whispered in my neck. “I’m consumed with you. You’re everything to me.”

  I winced, swallowing hard at his intimate words of remorse, when I’d learned enough about him to know he didn’t often offer apologies.

  “No more secrets, Tyler.”

  He lifted my hand, kissing my wrist. “I want to tell you everything. Anything you need to know. No more secrets between us, angel,” he added, his tone soft and warm, his words everything I’d craved to hear. “With you, I’ve become a different man. I’ve changed because I initially thought it was what you needed. You’re the only woman that I’ve ever wanted to know me. Really know me. But never take me for granted, Alexa. I’m still the same man who refuses to be suppressed. I won’t be rendered powerless.”

  “You’re a Dominant,” I countered.

  “Alexa, you know this. And you … have many submissive tendencies. We’ll figure all this out … together.”

  His words made my head spin with wonder, knowing just how easy it would be for him to completely shatter me. I couldn’t even think straight, my body on fire. My brain slipped into the off position when it came to Tyler, and all this talk of control and submitting … turned me on.

  I touched his face, my thumb brushing his lips. He pulled me against him, the short sundress I wore being lifted over my head. In front of him bare, other than a thin baby blue thong since I hadn’t bothered with a bra, his long, exquisite, talented fingers jerked my small panties down in one firm strong movement, attacking anything involving thought.

  Just a few short weeks ago, I’d looked down on Dominant/submissive relationships. Convinced it was only for weak, twisted, dark souls.

  That was before Tyler.

  The man I was now confident I would do anything for.

  The man who already owned my heart.

  His eyes were a dark, lust-filled gray. The look behind them was strange. And wonderful. I couldn’t walk away. My core clenched. My blood boiled for him.

  Tyler was a strong, yet sensual, controlling alpha male. That was the way he was. And I wanted him in my life. Exclusively.

  “The couch, Alexa,” he ordered gruffly, stroking the side of my neck with his tongue and nipping at the edge of my ear. The bulge in his dark scrubs was thickening as he pressed against me, my body softening at his touch, while my fingers coiled into his firm backside.

  I hesitated a moment then moved toward the front of the beige leather sleeper sofa that I’d slept many nights on before I could afford a bed.

  “Here,” he pointed with his long finger. “Lay across the back of the couch. Don’t move until I say.”

  My heart raced, my body flickering to life.

  He stepped behind me, shoving his palms over my hands and lowering them slowly to my sides, and gently eased me ahead, pinning my body across the back of the couch. My nipples hardened as they rubbed against the leather, and I drew in a quiet sob as one of his hands reached between my legs. He gave my feet a quick push, forcing my thighs to widen, slipping a finger into me. It eased inside with no difficulty and he moaned against my nape as he felt the heavy dampness he’d already induced. A second finger followed the first, sending jolts of need down my spine.

  “I’m going to give you everything I thought you didn’t need, Alexa.”

  Still fully dressed, when I was bare and vulnerable, Tyler leaned against me, his lips brushing over my ear, giving me small moans of pleasure as he tugged and twisted my nipple with one hand while he stroked his fingers deeply in and out of me, circling his thumb over my
tightened peak.

  “Does that feel good, angel?” His voice was deep and seductive as his fingers impelled inside me. His hips pushed into me and stopped, his fingers easing out. All I could feel was the pulsation of his hard, throbbing erection stroking my ass.

  “Do you want me inside you?” he whispered in my ear. “Do you want me to make you fall apart?”

  “Yes, I whimpered.” Dear God, what am I doing?

  “Are you sure, Alexa? Are you confident you want me to take the upper hand? Do you want to give yourself to me?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. God, Tyler … I want everything you want.”

  I was weakening at his seductive words, dying for the controlling connection I finally realized I’d needed all along.

  “We’ll get through this mess, Alexa. Together, we’ll figure it all out.” More long seconds of silence, he tangled his hand through the side of my hair. “But first, tell me you know that I only want you and that you can believe I had nothing to do with Becca’s death.”

  “I believe you!” My words fell out shaky and uneven as I fought the building frustration not only between my legs, but also somewhere deep down inside my chest. In my heart.

  I did believe him. Dear God, I believed him. And I loved him. Unconditionally.

  “Please, Tyler. Don’t make me wait any longer.” Still firmly pressed over the back of the couch, his body forced so tightly against my spine that the muscles underneath my breastbone throbbed.

  But it didn’t matter.

  The depth of passion that streamed through my entire body was the only thing of significance. The thick tenseness of magnetism that filled the room was all that was important.

  Him. Me. Working together.

  We were the only two people in the world.

  I wanted to understand his world. I was ready. I was certain that I was wanted to grasp every single thing about him. His family. His work. His Dominant lifestyle. I wanted to learn his food choices. Was he a morning person or was he crabby? I wanted to watch him shave and style his hair.

  All I knew was that nothing could be worse than being without him. A week without seeing him made me realize just how unhappy I was without him. I was a better person when Tyler was in my life.

  I reached behind me for his raging erection. He quickly grabbed my hand. “Don’t think you’re the one in charge, angel. You’re only in control if and when I say you are. I make the call and decide how and how hard I choose. I will always have the power to make you beg, Alexa. I’ll never be topped.”

  Fuck. That.

  “Like hell, Tyler! I’ll never beg,” I challenged. Something in my unstoppable Bohmann temper bit at me with that particular word. I immediately felt him grinning against my neck, which made me smile.

  “Just making sure that temper is still intact. Careful with the smart mouth though, angel.” The tone of his domineering words aggravated me and aroused me all at the same time. He reached for my clit and pinched. With a whimper, I arched my back from the stab of pain, my entire body pulsating.

  Christ, that was hot.

  “Tell me you’ll learn to watch that smart mouth, Alexa. Don’t push me to a point where you may regret it.”

  He released me and took my hand, leading me to the front of the couch, sitting down and resting me across his leg. I immediately felt his hard penis come back to life underneath his thin scrubs, knowing exactly what was about to take place here. One of the things I’d once assured myself I would never allow.

  A man to lay his hands on me in a violent kind of way.

  But something told me he wouldn’t hurt me. And more than anything … I wanted this.

  His left hand fell to my lower back, instantly stroking me. Before I had time to reconsider, his right hand came down on my bare butt with one hard, stinging slap. My eyes flew open at the red-hot burn.

  I yelped. I wasn’t expecting him to hit me that hard. Damn and hell.

  His hand landed a second stinging slap and then a third. I arched with a whimpering cry, my body contracting at each strike of his heavy palm. Always determined no woman should be turned on by pain, Tyler was thick and hard underneath my belly, and I felt myself growing more wet with each slap. It was the most erotic undertaking I’d ever had. He lowered his hand to my slick cleft and sunk two fingers into my core, pushing hard. Deep. I was only seconds from coming violently against his hand.

  “Tyler.” I writhed with pleasure, lowering myself onto each plunge of his fingers.

  “You’re incredibly wet, Alexa. You did like that, didn’t you?”

  I nodded.

  He spanked me one last time, this time brushing the edge of my sex. My legs began to shake as he lowered his fingers back inside me and eased back up toward my butt, rimming his moistened finger around my puckered opening. He slowly slipped a finger inside. I cringed at the foreign pressure. He eased out and then slipped back inside, the sensation shockingly pleasant.

  “Feel good, angel?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, almost feeling a sense of guilt at just how good it actually felt.

  He slid his finger out and then back in deeper, my core clenching with the onset of orgasm. He leaned over my back, pressing his lush lips against my neck.

  “Tyler.” I dropped my hand over my clit and rubbed tiny circles over the hardened mound, exploding into a hard climax that seemed to go on forever, the fact my entire butt was still on fire somehow adding to the sensation.

  “Your ass is so beautiful and pink, angel.” He gently stroked my burning flesh. “Now, do you want to do something for me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, wondering if I had any strength left.

  He raised me from his lap and handed me my dress. I assumed he wanted me to put it back on, so I did. My panties still sat on the floor.

  He placed a long sensual kiss on my neck, licking the edge of my ear, reigniting every nerve ending in my body. How did he do that?

  Whispering into my shoulder, he licked and blew soft warm breaths as he told me what he wanted.

  “Right now, I want you to walk to the bedroom and remove this.” He tugged at the top of my dress and rubbed his fingers lightly across my breasts. My nipples quickly jumped up and hardened even more as I felt the temperature shoot up by ten, or thirty degrees.

  “When I come to you. I want you bare and on your knees.”

  My face flushed at his demands, but I would do this. I wanted to do this.

  I turned and walked toward my bedroom.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Tyler

  Purposely taking my time walking to Alexa’s bedroom, I gave her a little space to think about exactly just what was happening here. She had totally gotten off on having her ass reddened, my marks on her skin only making her more beautiful.

  The door partially open, she’d turned on a floor lamp. Naked and beautiful, she was on her knees just as I told her to be. The sight of her bare body made my already hard dick painfully harder. God, she was beautiful. All I could think of was getting inside her and giving her all I had. She’d enjoyed the small amount of ass play, something else we’d get into when the time was right.

  But first, she was going to take me in her mouth. Suck me until I blew every last drop of my load. I was going to finish marking her. First and foremost, she needed to understand just exactly who topped this relationship. Her biting temper, although cute as fuck, wasn’t going to get her very far with me. I suspected my hand print on her ass that she was likely still feeling, probably convinced her of that much. If not, next time maybe I would introduce her to something more substantial.

  I loosened the draw string on my scrubs and undressed. Her large shining eyes lifted from the ground, watching me. The smooth skin on her cheeks was a bright color of pink. She was still doubtful, her lips nervously rubbing together, something she did when she was unsure. I didn’t want her scared of me. I wasn’t a sadist. I’d never take any situation further than she could handle. In time, she’d learn that what I do is for pleasu
re. Her pleasure. I also knew I had to be careful and take it slow. Alexa wasn’t like the others. She had a soft side that could be easily broken. And then there was that temper of hers that one day I’d break.

  I lifted her hand upward, placing it on my dick. My balls were already so tightly wound up, they ached. I wouldn’t last long. I stared into her glassy blue eyes as her hand held the head of my shaft, biting at my lip as I tried controlling myself. Just the thought of her mouth on me sent an instant message straight downward, hardening my throbbing cock even more.

  “Your mouth, angel. Take me in your mouth.”

  She shivered at my aggressive tone and I gave her a deep sound of satisfaction as her hand grasped me while she ran her tongue across my crown, lapping at beads of pre-cum. My hands on her shoulders, she dragged her small mouth slowly from the head of my dick to the very end of me, stopping at the bottom of my balls.

  My teeth ground together as I held back the urge threatening my balls. She dragged her tongue with long drawing laps, indulging in every inch of me. Pumping my cock with her dainty fist, sucking, licking, and urging more pre-cum with every flicker of her tongue. My angel was taking charge. Holding the advantage. Even if she didn’t quite realize what was going on, she was the one controlling everything right now. It was fascinating to watch. And beautiful.

  She took every inch of my shaft down her throat, her eyes locked on mine. For just a second, she hummed as she looked away from me before slipping my entire length back in her mouth and sucking in a deep breath. The suction was so intense that the sides of her cheeks caved in. I almost combusted as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, seeing nothing but white. She stared upward into my face for a few seconds before turning her gaze to the side again. That’s sexy as fuck, baby. Then she started humming against me again, swirling her tongue all around my head before sucking me back into her throat again.

  “Ah, God … Alexa.” That was it. My hips arched straight up, her head tight between my hands as I shot thick currents of semen down her throat.