“How can I thank you?” Alexis asks. Her voice has grown husky, full of promise.
Blood instantly starts to gather in my cock. She has that effect on me. I have gone years without indulging in a woman’s touch, but with Alexis, as soon as the thought enters my head I have to have her. She’s mine. And that claim is one I need to stake over and over again.
“Hmm…” I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I can think of a couple ways, though there is a risk it would wake Harry. Perhaps I should just go…”
I pretend to turn away, and Alexis follows. “I can be quiet. Can you?”
I chuckle, lowering my mouth to hers. “I’ll be holding you to that.”
We kiss. It’s a delicate, almost hesitant touch, like two lovers discovering each other for the first time. My cock is insistent that I get Alexis on her back as soon as possible, but I like taking my time with her. I like the way she sighs when I run a hand over her back or the way she clutches onto my shirt desperately when I deepen the kiss.
I guide her back toward the bed. My hands roam over her body, feeling the taut plane of her back, the ample flesh of her ass, the soft curve of her waist. I press her tightly to my body. I love the way she feels against me, the way her tits flatten against my chest. I love the jut of her hip bones and the way she fits so neatly within my arms that it’s like she was made for me.
I pull away Alexis’ shirt and kiss down her shoulder as I loosen her bra. She moans softly, and the sound sends wildfire blasting through my body—but that’s not the game we’re playing.
“Shh,” I warn, nipping her throat. “I want you completely quiet.”
She nods, and her hand slides between us to land on my impatient bulge. A quiver goes through me. Now I’m the one struggling to stay silent.
I push her back onto the bed. I love the way her tits jiggle. I am unable to resist the urge to lean over and suck one pink-tipped nipple into my mouth. Alexis’s fingers claw into my scalp, and I can tell she’s trying very hard not to make any noise.
I move to the other nipple, rubbing at her mound as I do. The fingers tighten. She’s trying very, very hard.
I smile as I move down her body, kissing over her stomach and to the top of her pants. I undo them and pull them over her legs. She’s wearing a pink lacy thong underneath. When I rub over the top of it, the fabric is damp. Fuck, she’s already so wet. I don’t think I can hold out from fucking her for much longer. My cock is uncomfortably hard against the zipper of my pants. I crawl off the bed to undress, and Alexis watches me with sexy, half-lidded eyes. She looks like a wet dream.
Finally, I pull her panties over her legs and drop them on the floor. Her naked skin feels like velvet against mine as I climb over her. My cock rubs between her folds, and the sensation of that alone is nearly enough to make me groan with delight.
Alexis pulls my face to hers and kisses me deeply. I grind against her. Electricity skitters over my skin, and everything outside of this bed slows down to a standstill. The head of my cock rubs over her entrance, and I guide my hips forward, relishing her tight heat.
Alexis moans. It’s quiet, but it’s still not allowed. But something about this moment feels different to our usual dynamic, and I don’t want to punish her. I want to show her my soft edges. I want to feel hers.
“Shhh,” I whisper, and then cover her mouth with mine for a sensual, soft kiss.
I bring my hips to meet hers and then pull out again. The tension inside of me builds with each languid thrust. I fuck her like we have all the time in the world, like our enemies aren’t converging on all sides.
Like we are just two normal souls colliding in the ether.
Alexis’ fingers draw a map of passion on my back. Her kiss grows more insistent as she gets closer to coming, and I start to thrust harder. She bites down on the pillow to keep from moaning, and I bite down on her. Our movements grow desperate. Frantic. I feel a tug of need in my balls. I need to come. I need to feel her body squeeze me as she comes too.
Alexis releases a muffled cry into the pillow, and the world turns three degrees to the left. She milks me, and I come hard, jamming my length inside of her one final time. Euphoria spreads through my limbs like a warm mist. I shudder.
We lie in each other’s arms for a long time after that. Still silent, but only because it feels like we can communicate just by touch. The wind rustles through the leaves outside. The clock ticks slowly away on the wall.
The calm before the storm.
The knock on the door is barely perceptible. I wouldn’t even have heard it if I hadn’t already been awake. Whoever it is has something important to tell me, but not important enough to wake me up. Interesting.
I get up, careful not to move Alexis too much, and quickly dress. When I slip outside the room, Silvano is waiting for me with a strange expression on his face. He looks confused, almost pained, but also a little happy.
“Good morning, boss,” he says quietly.
“Good morning.” I yawn. “Coffee?”
We head downstairs to the kitchen. Silvano is a little slower than usual, but given the fact that he nearly died a week ago yet has insisted on getting back to work, I don’t hold it against him. Victoria is in the kitchen when we arrive. She’s kneading dough but stops when she sees us, and wipes her hands on her apron.
She gives Silvano a sweet smile. “Back for more?”
I chuckle. So this is not the first time Silvano has gotten coffee this morning.
“You make the best coffee,” he replies. “Can you blame me?”
Victoria laughs and starts to prepare our coffees.
Silvano sits on one of the island stools with a wheeze and rubs a hand over his chest. “Why does nobody talk about how much it fucking hurts to get shot?”
I know what he means. I was shot three times a few months ago, and I still feel twinges of pain sometimes.
“I presume there is something you wanted to tell me?” I ask.
Silvano nods. His gray eyes waver with uncertainty. “Yeah. I got word from the police department this morning that they’re dropping all charges against you.”
“Is that so?” My eyebrows lift. This is excellent news, but my second looks far from ecstatic about it.
“From what I understand through some of my police contacts, certain external pressures have lessened over the past week. Then with Ruby Flint being taken off the case, the department has decided it’s no longer worth their time to pursue.”
“Certain external pressures?” Victoria sets an espresso down in front of me, and I lift it. “I presume you mean the Cartel?”
He nods. “From the sounds of it.”
I take a sip. The bitter liquid is hot and burns my tongue. It tastes amazing though. Victoria does a good espresso.
“You don’t look happy, Silvano,” I muse. “Were you hoping to see me locked up?”
He shakes his head. “Of course not. It’s just that something doesn’t feel right about this. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
The air hisses and crackles with the sound of Victoria steaming milk. I meet Silvano’s silver gaze, and I know we’re both thinking about the same thing—the secret we learned. Felicity isn’t about to let this go so quickly.
“I don’t think we’ll have long to wait,” I tell him, taking another sip of my espresso. “I’d say we’re just about due for another calamity.”