“So, all four of you beat him up?”
“No. Just me.”
“Where and how did you find him?”
“Simon found him. Every Friday night he goes to the 4Play Club with his buddies.”
“No. He visits his—that son-of-a-bitch!”
“Exactly. He lied to you about Friday nights as well.”
“What kind of club is that?” I asked.
“It’s a strip club.”
“Please tell me you broke his nose or his jaw.”
“His nose might be out of alignment, and he’s going to have some hefty explaining to do to his wife about the bruises and black eye.” A smirk crossed his lips.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“Does it make you mad?”
“Yes—sort of—no. I guess not. Do you always go around beating people up?”
“No. But he needed to learn he can’t get away with doing shit like that. Especially to one of my employees.”
I brought my hand up, cupped his chin and moved his face side to side.
“I take it he didn’t fight back.” My lips formed a smirk.
“He tried and didn’t succeed.” He grinned.
Our gaze locked on each other’s, and I could feel myself melting at the intense look in his eyes. No man had ever fought for me before and I was incredibly turned on. I lowered my head to break our gaze. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted it as he stared at my mouth. I could smell the lingering of scotch on him mixed with the cologne he wore. The masculine scent of warmth and spice. A clean woodsy scent that lingered through the air of the house every day.
Leaning in, he brushed his lips against mine. Soft and subtle as if he was testing the waters. My lips reciprocated and our soft kiss deepened. Our tongues greeted each other happily while his hands roamed up and down my body. Grabbing the bottom of my tank top, he brought it over my head and threw it on the floor before lowering my pajama bottoms from my hips. Lifting me up, he set me on the island as my arms stayed wrapped around his neck. Our lips stayed secured while he took down his pants. Breaking our kiss, he took off his shirt, and I ran my fingers down his muscular chest and traced the outline of his six pack while his hands groped my bare breasts. I gasped at the bulge in his briefs as my hand slid down the front of them. He let out a moan as our eyes locked on each other’s. Gripping the sides of my panties, he took them down, knelt before me and brought me to the very edge of the counter while his mouth explored me. My fingers tangled through his hair as I let out moans of pleasure. More pleasure than I’d ever felt in my life.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked as he stood up, took down his briefs and his lips met mine.
“Yes.” I tried to calm my breath.
“I ran out of condoms. I can just pull out before I come.”
“It’s okay.” My legs tightened as he thrust inside me. “I’m on the pill.”
“Oh God,” he moaned.
I leaned back on the counter as he gripped my hips and thrust in and out of me. His lips left mine and wrapped around my hardened peaks, enhancing the pleasure I’d already felt.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered.
Placing my arms around his neck, he picked me up from the counter and pushed me up against the wall next to the table, sending my body into a complete state of orgasm. I let out a howl as my body trembled. His strong arms held me in place as his thrusting slowed and he exploded inside me. Placing his forehead against mine, the corners of his mouth curved upward as his rapid breathing started to slow down.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m great.” I grinned.
He carried me to my bedroom, laid me down on the bed, and hovered over me while he was still buried inside me.
“Good night, Alex.” He softly kissed my lips before pulling out and climbing off me.
Wait. What? What was happening?
“Night, Stefan.”
He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Chapter 18
Stefan
I opened the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen corn since the peas were already defrosted. After turning off all the lights, I went into my bedroom and climbed on the bed. Holding the bag of corn over my hand, I closed my eyes and thought about her. I had no intentions of having sex with her tonight. But when her doughy brown eyes stared into mine, I was done for. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and I needed to know what it felt like to be inside her. The problem was: It was too good. Way too good.
The next morning, I got up, put on a pair of board shorts, grabbed my surfboard and headed down to the water where my brothers were waiting for me.
“We weren’t sure if you were coming,” Sam said.
“How’s the hand, bro?” Simon asked.
“Let me see,” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “It’s still swollen. Did you put ice on it last night?”
“Yeah. Among other things.”
I put my board in the water.
“What other things?” Sam asked.
“What’s going on? Did you have sex with Alex or something?” Simon laughed.
I looked over at him and didn’t say a word.
“Oh shit,” Sebastian said. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“It happened, okay?”
“Jesus, Stefan. It’s only been a week,” Sam said.
“Like you can talk.”
“Hey, I didn’t know Grayson hired Julia and you know that.”
“Now what?” Sebastian asked.
“How the fuck do I know?”
“Well, how did you leave things after?” Simon asked.
“I took her to her room, and I went to mine.”
“Dude, Lily isn’t even home this weekend. You could have at least let her sleep with you,” Sebastian said.
“I didn’t know what to do. I had no intentions of having sex with her. It just happened.”
“I hope to god you at least used a condom,” Sam spoke.
I didn’t say anything as I paddled out.
“Stefan?” Sebastian said.
“I ran out.”
“How do you run out of condoms?” Simon asked.
“I used the last one and was going to get more, but then the accident happened and—I just didn’t think about it.”
“Did you ask Alex if she’s on birth control?” Sebastian asked.
“Yes, and she is.”
“Thank god for that at least.” Sam sighed.
“Do you like her?” Sebastian asked.
“What the hell does that mean? Yes, I like her. She’s a good person.”
“You know what I mean, bro.”
“If you’re talking romantically, no. She’s my daughter’s nanny for fuck sakes.”
“The best thing you can do is talk about it. That’s what we did, and Julia was on the same page as me.”
“Somehow, I don’t think Alex is like Julia.”
After finishing our surf, I took my board and headed back to the house. When I stepped through the sliding door, I saw Alex sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and scrolling on her phone.
“Hey, good morning.”