Keeping Secrets

by Lisa Eugene

  “Ah, better…at least the hole will be smaller.”

  She grinned. “C’mon, lets just have a quickie.”

  My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious. You are crazy!”

  “So I’ve been told.” Her grin widened, her palm snaking down the front of my pants to grip my cock.

  Despite my rising panic, I groaned as sensation slid through me. My shaft lengthened and stirred to life.

  “What are you, chicken?” she asked with a snicker.

  “Yes.”

  “We don’t have to be loud. We can be quiet,” she whispered, tiptoeing closer, then tugging her teeth enticingly on my earlobe. “It’ll be exciting. My dad hardly leaves his study.”

  I shook my head in disbelief. She could totally shock me sometimes, like the time in the car. This was outrageously risky. An hour ago she was worried about me giving her a peck on the lips; now she was asking for much more. I gritted my teeth against what her hand was doing below my waist and stepped back.

  “I don’t want to have sex in your parents’ house just to get back at your father.”

  Her thin brows drew together. She chased my step, wearing a seductive smile. Her hand slid inside my pants and her warm fingers circled the top of my shaft. I was rock hard now. My body obviously had no problem with our location.

  “This stopped being about my father when I felt this.” She gave my cockhead a squeeze. Pleasure buzzed down my shaft, drawing up my balls.

  “You’re killing me,” I ground out, rocking into her palm.

  She completed my demise when she dropped to her knees, unbuckled my belt, and pulled out my cock. I watched in dazed anticipation, heart rate speeding up.

  I couldn’t breathe. I let my eyes fall closed when she darted out her tongue and looped a wet stroke around the swollen head.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” I whispered hoarsely, pulling away to lock the door. I wondered if, on some level, Alexa wanted to get caught. This was insanity—an insanity I couldn’t walk away from.

  She gave my crown another enticing lick and I bit back a needy groan, fighting the urge to sink my dick to the back of her throat. My pants dropped around my ankles and she tongued me through the slit of my shirttails. Alexa on her on her knees with her lips trailing up my shaft had me shaking like a druggie in withdrawal.

  She eagerly filled her mouth, pushing away my shirt and swallowing me deep. Her seductive eyes peered up at me, infinitely innocent yet decidedly wicked. She pushed my shaft flat against my abdomen and attacked my balls, opening wide to slurp each orb into her mouth. I swayed on my feet, ecstasy blistering every nerve ending in my cock. My knees wobbled.

  God, I should really put an end to this. I should tell her to stop.

  “Suck me…” I pushed the words out on a windy breath, gripping my base and sinking my shaft between her lips. I tossed my head back, feeling precum pulse from my glistening tip.

  She took me deep again and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The pleasure was devastating. Intense. My only desire now was to slide between her thighs, to have her in my arms and sink into her as deep as was humanly possible. Quickly I pulled her to her feet, kissing her soundly, tasting this woman who made me lose all reason, who reduced me to nothing but pure, raw emotion. She gripped my shoulders and kissed me back with equal fervor.

  Our teeth clinked and our breaths mingled. An ominous chant kept playing in my head, reminding me of how crazy this was, but my need for her was fiercely powerful. Stats always made me feel this way. Like I would die if I didn’t get inside her. Like I had to claim her and hold on tight, or she’d slip away, leaving me forever empty.

  Flipping her around, I bent her torso over the sink. I could see her face in the mirror and the surprise that registered in her expression. She squeezed her eyes tight and I knew if she had her way, she’d reach over and flick off the light. But I was in charge of this tsunami she’d created.

  I pulled a condom from my wallet and rolled it on quickly, then hiked up her dress to reveal the beautiful round globes of her ass covered in powder blue cotton underwear imprinted with yellow daisies. Nothing ever looked so fucking sexy. Her face colored red in the mirror, her eyes scrunching harder. I wished I had time to show her just how much I loved her ass. She’d never want to hide it from me again.

  Pulling the crotch of her panties aside, I ran a few fingers along her slit. My cock pulsed harder when I found welcoming wetness drenching her folds. She was slippery. Hot. So ready. I knew the adrenaline pumping through her veins revved up her arousal. I could feel it, too. My heart pummeled my ribs, racing from the danger of getting caught. I hoped to God she’d been joking about that handgun.

  I parted the lips of her sex and tapped a finger on the hood of her clit, beating out a quick tune. She folded in her lips to keep from moaning, but her hips rocked back eagerly against my hand. Bending my knees, I bumped her entrance and plunged my cock deep inside her pussy. My body jolted at the rush of pure sensation. I watched in the mirror as pleasure changed the landscape of her face, molded her cheekbones, and sculpted her lips into a graceful curl of ecstasy. Beautiful. Sheer perfection.

  Needing to feel her in my arms, needing another connection besides where we were joined, I pulled her torso against me, anchoring her to my chest. One hand gripped her hip, holding her steady for each deep thrust, and the other snaked under her breast. My lips pressed against the softest skin at the back of her neck, her silky hair falling into my face. I loved the feel and smell of her. She was heady, so goddamn addictive.

  Picking up my pace, I stifled my groans against her nape. There was something very erotic about having to silence such exquisite pleasure when all you wanted to do was shout it to the world. Own it. Exalt in it. Quick, harsh breathing and an occasional throaty grunt escaped into the room, punched through the air. I fucked her aggressively, leaning into my strokes and giving her everything. Every time I slipped into her tight pussy, my cock wanted to explode.

  Pleasure flooded my body, tingling my toes, making me liquid. I mashed her thighs against the sink, needing to reach the very depths of her, possess her, hold on to her and stake a claim. It was a primitive urge that I didn’t fully understand, but I felt it fiercely.

  Orgasm banged on my door, begging to be let in. She bumped her hips back in the most enticing way, swelling my dick even harder. Her pussy snatched at my shaft with a luscious decadence, determined to keep me within. I sank into hot, wet silk again and again. I wouldn’t last long. This was too good, too raw, packed too tight with emotion. With a low curse, I reached between her legs and around her soaked underwear. Finding her clit, I unearthed it and stroked in tandem to my thrusts.

  Alexa let out a cry, causing dread to coalesce in my gut. Jesus Christ! I was too old for this. I felt like a horny teen sneaking a quickie.

  “Shh…” I warned against her ear, working her clit and pumping faster. I tugged her swollen bead and her mouth formed the prettiest O. I wanted to desperately taste that mouth. Instead I shoved my tongue in her ear and licked the shell.

  Her legs weakened, trembling now, leaving the burden of keeping her upright to me. I watched her face contort with pleasure as she came in hard jerks, looking like she was about to bite through her bottom lip. Her body shook so violently that her glasses fell off her face and clattered unto the sink.

  More fucking noise. I was going to lose my mind. Her tight walls milked my cock to ecstasy, dragging me along with her. Orgasm slammed into me and I sank my teeth hard into the back of her neck to keep from shouting. I shuddered and exploded, slamming my cock deep. In a few long minutes, my muscles relaxed to a constant quiver. God, this girl seriously rocked my world over and over again.

  I’d said I didn’t want this to be about her father, but I couldn’t help feeling a tall measure of satisfaction, like I was reaffirming that Alexa was mine. In my own twisted way I was thumbing my nose and giving him the middle finger. It was probably just a stupid man-thing, but it felt good.

  I
ditched the condom in the toilet, pulled up my pants, and turned back to her. She had her glasses back on and was wearing a cat-that-swallowed-the-cream grin. Her glasses looked undamaged, thank God. I stepped toward her, not knowing whether I should strangle her or worship at her feet. In the end, I pulled her into my arms because I couldn’t help myself. Looking at her twisted a typhoon of emotion in my chest, emotion so powerful it almost leveled me. My lips feathered her damp forehead, then her temples. I kissed the tip of her perfect nose.

  “We need to have a serious talk about this wild side of yours, beautiful,” I whispered with a smile. “I’m supposed to be the bad influence, not you.”

  A knock sounded on the door, and our bodies stiffened. I waited for the warning shot to go off. We hadn’t been gone for long. Fifteen—maybe twenty minutes at the most. Although, anyone would wonder what the hell we were both doing in the bathroom.

  “Alexa, did you get the stain out of your dress?” Her mother’s voice sounded through the door.

  “I’m still working on it,” she answered back, her voice surprisingly calm.

  “Mr. Blakewell was looking for you. Is he in there?”

  “Yes. He just found me. He’s not feeling too well. I’m trying to find some Tums.”

  My brows shot up. She shrugged innocently and made a face at me. I was surprised to see how easily she could prevaricate.

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Mrs. Kennedy said.

  Alexa was in my arms, snuggling warmly against me.

  “He’s got a sensitive stomach,” she expounded, flashing a smile at me. I smothered a chuckle, shaking my head.

  “Check the bottom right of the cabinet.”

  My lips brushed the soft shell of her ear. “Tell her it was the dancing chicken,” I whispered.

  Her eyes glittered and her cheeks filled with mirth.

  “I found it, Mom. Thanks. We’ll be right out.”

  There was a brief silence on the other side of the door. “I hope it helps. Now come downstairs before your father decides to look for you.”

  Alexa turned her head and our gazes collided. We were both wondering if her mother wasn’t fooled at all. I heard Mrs. Kennedy step away, then I scraped my lips against Alexa’s.

  “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” I smiled and squeezed her ass before stepping out of the room. “I’ll be out in the car.”

  She nodded and I let my gaze drink her in. Her eyes were as bright as a clear blue sky, her lips pink and swollen. Her hair fell in a river of waves around her face and I knew there must be a wicked bite mark on the back of her neck.

  I wanted her all over again. I wanted her always. And I didn’t give a flying fuck what her father said.

  I forced my feet to move down the stairs, leaving her to compose herself. I grabbed my coat from the closet in the hall and said goodbye to her mom, finding it hard to maintain eye contact when she smiled and asked about my sensitive stomach.

  A few days later, I took Henry to lunch. I’d had something on my mind. Henry knew me better than anyone. He’d been there for me through the highest and lowest points of my life, helped me to navigate the steep curves. When he wasn’t being a complete pain in the ass, he actually gave sound advice. He had a way of taking a step back, of sifting through the superfluous and breaking things down to the basics—to the things that mattered.

  We talked about Alexa. He was surprised I hadn’t told Mr. Kennedy to kiss my ass at Thanksgiving dinner. I’d been surprised myself, but I’d held my tongue for Alexa’s sake.

  Alexa and I had put the disastrous Thanksgiving dinner behind us, and if anything, our act of rebellion had brought us closer together.

  We’d exchanged keys to each other’s apartments and there was a drawer in my dresser filled with her clothes. These were huge steps for me, but they felt right. Everything with her felt right. I’d found a happiness that I’d thought didn’t exist—for me.

  When I was done telling Henry my plan, I wasn’t surprised when he slowly leaned back in his chair and grinned like an idiot. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something.

  I scrubbed the back of my neck with my palm, feeling my heart race nervously.

  “Well?” I prodded. “Do you think I’m crazy? It’s only been a few months?”

  Henry lost his grin and became more serious than I’d ever seen him. He leaned forward and his brown eyes searched my face before his grin broke out again.

  “I’d think you’d be crazy not to.”

  Between spending a week in L.A., and Stats studying for midterms, we made the most of the time we could squeeze in. Exhausted from being up all night, we’d ordered in breakfast/lunch. With a satisfied moan, I finished off the last pancake on my plate and leaned back on the couch where we reviewed research data from the pharmaceutical company. Most of it was Greek to me, but Alexa deciphered it as though it was elementary science. She truly had a knack for research and I was grateful for her help. This wasn’t my usual venture.

  Shirtless and in boxer briefs, I shifted and stretched my legs out on the couch, dropping my head into her lap. She wore my sweats, swimming in them, really. She’d rolled a few cuffs at the legs and the sleeves.

  Looking down at me, she laughed, her fingers walking through my hair. Just that gentle touch had my cock stirring.

  “I thought we were going for a run after we ate and went over the research.”

  I waggled my brows. “I have a better idea.”

  She rolled her eyes and shook her head, her ponytail swinging. “You promised.”

  “I can think of much better ways to burn calories.” I hooked a hand around her neck and pulled her head close, licking my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet, like pure maple syrup. I could savor her lips all afternoon. She moaned into my mouth and I swallowed down the sound. Sneaking under the sweatshirt, I cupped her breast, loving the warm weight in my palm.

  Just then, the apartment door opened and Henry walked in. He stopped at the threshold when he spotted us on the couch. His jaw unhinged and his brown eyes rounded like an owl’s, reminding me of a cartoon character.

  “Oops! Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  “It’s okay, Henry. We’re just having lunch,” Alexa explained, pushing me off her lap with a little laugh.

  “What’s for lunch? Each other’s face?” He grinned.

  “Good morning, Henry,” I said curtly, standing to face him.

  He made a show of looking at his watch. “Morning? Time must tick slowly in this little love nest, but in the real world it’s almost noon.”

  “To hell with the real world,” I snorted.

  “Hence the reason I’m here.”

  “Which is?”

  Henry ignored me. “Hi, Alexa. How are you?”

  “Great.”

  “I can see that.” He smiled, making his way farther into the room. He made a pointed survey of my briefs. “Seems that Dex thinks so, too.”

  I sighed loudly, not really in the mood for his ribbing. These damn briefs didn’t hide much.

  “Get to the point, Henry,” I droned.

  “My point is that based on the current state of affairs below your waist, I appears that—”

  “No!” I snapped. “The point of your visit?”

  He beamed. I could hear Alexa chuckling behind me.

  “I came to drop off some contracts for you to sign. Because in the real world, you still have a business to run. Linda says she needs them by three and wasn’t sure when you’d be in.”

  I took the manila envelope he was carrying, just as Alexa scuttled over and pecked my cheek.

  “I will leave you two alone to discuss business. I have to make a quick phone call.”

  With a wave to Henry, she hurried down the hall. I frowned, my eyes on her receding back. Where was she going so quickly? Why is she disappearing again? My mind was a weak sponge, trying hard to absorb something important. There were too many divots and holes and I couldn’t quite soak up the thought. I was sti
ll jet-lagged and exhausted from being up most of the night. A buzz of unease started, but Henry was talking, saying something that pulled my attention.

  “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

  I pivoted and blinked hard, trying to focus. His chest rose and fell on an exasperated breath.

  “I was saying that I looked into what we talked about at lunch.”

  I smiled, wondering why he was whispering. We were the only ones in the room. “Good.”

  “It should be about two weeks or so before it’s ready.”

  I nodded.

  “I’m happy for you, Dex. I’m sure Alexa will understand this is a big step for you, especially with everything you’ve been through.”

  I stared blankly, unsure of what to say.

  His eyes rounded again. This time there was nothing humorous about it.

  “You haven’t told her, have you?”

  I turned and walked back toward the coffee table.

  “What the fuck, Dex? You have to. Considering how you feel about lies—”

  “This isn’t lying!” I snapped.

  “By omission—perhaps…”

  I shook my head, certain I didn’t want to discuss this now. “It hasn’t come up.”

  “Hasn’t come up? You spent the twentieth with her…you spend almost every waking moment with her, and it hasn’t come up?”

  “No,” I replied tightly.

  I couldn’t shake my disquiet. I was distracted by Alexa’s sudden disappearance—again. The last thing I needed was Henry sprouting his opinions.

  “It hasn’t come up,” I snapped. “When it does, we’ll discuss it. I have to find the right time. Plus, you promised me a long time ago that we wouldn’t talk about this.”

  “This is different. You’ve never let anyone get this close. Listen,” Henry’s voice softened. “You know I never try to tell you what to do.” He rolled his eyes when I sniggered. “Okay, almost never, but I know that Alexa means a lot to you. If you truly want to start a life with her, then you’ll share your past with her.”

  “I intend to. It was just never the right time.”