“And Claudette,” I said with a sigh. “So much for being evicted from Arbon.” I swallowed back my anxiety and disappointment. Despite Rafe’s sneering denial that he’d broken his engagement with her—because of what she did to me—she hadn’t been in the academy all week. A small part of me wanted to believe the original rumors. Believe that he’d taken a stand against her behavior… But I guess not.
Mattie gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, girl. People are saying she just went on vacation for a week. She’ll probably come back all tanned and gorgeous, the bitch.”
I didn’t care if she was tanned or not. I cared if she was planning another attempt on my life… If she was, this time I’d be ready for her.
“Hey, beautiful,” Alex called out, jogging over to us while still drying his hair on a towel. He must have taken the fastest shower in the history of the world to be back so quickly. “You ready for dinner? I’m starved. Did you see my goal?” He beamed at me, but there was an edge of something more… something darker. Had he seen me talking to Rafe? And if so, why would that concern him so much?
Dammit, I was going to have to give him some excuse for why I couldn’t go to the hotel tomorrow night. Fucking Rafe fucking with my plans to… uh… fuck. If I were a more suspicious bitch, I’d think that had been a deliberate cockblock.
My brow furrowed at the thought.
Would he…?
“Actually, babe, maybe we could skip dinner and just go hang out in your room?” I pasted on my best smile and patted the front of his shirt. No time like the present to get more intimately acquainted with my sexy-as-fuck boyfriend. His body was still hot from his exercise, and I had to stop myself from feeling him up in front of Mattie.
My suggestion made his brows hitch, and he flicked a look at my friend.
“Don’t look at me,” she griped. “Vi has a mind of her own. Catch you later, girl.”
She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and moved past Alex before turning back to me and giving all kinds of lewd gestures that said she knew exactly what I wanted for dinner tonight.
Dick. I wanted dick for dinner.
Chapter 21
The second Alex’s door clicked shut behind us, he hauled me into his arms. My ribs shouted at me, but I ignored them, focusing on his mouth on mine. We’d been building to this for weeks, and right now, I was going to self-destruct if I didn’t get some.
“Fuck, Violet,” he groaned against my mouth. “Do you know how much I want you?”
My chest went tight; the desire in his voice was doing things to me. Turning my insides to mush.
“I want you, too,” I replied, sounding breathless. “So. Fucking. Bad.”
Alex’s lips slammed into mine harder, and I gasped, tasting a little blood because he’d busted my cut open on the inside. But I didn’t complain.
“I didn’t expect that,” he murmured, his hand running down my sides as he backed us toward the bed.
His lips dropped to my neck as he lowered me to the bed, and I was too far gone to wonder what expectations he was talking about.
As he kissed further down my body, I moved beneath him, letting him strip me of clothing as he went. His lips were warm and soft as they brushed over my stomach and down to my thighs.
“Alex,” I groaned, needing him to step it up.
Blue eyes twinkled at me as he shot a grin up along my body, and the sight of all that blond hair and tanned skin of my sexy-as-fuck royal was enough to almost send me over the edge.
Alex slipped his hand down my thighs, and then I was naked. He lowered his lips, tongue swiping up and over my aching clit. He repeated it over and over until I was a fucking mess, my orgasm hovering just on the edge. I would never tell Alex this, but I liked my sex dark and … a little rough. He was almost gentle as he caressed me—and I loved it—but he would have to work harder than that for an orgasm from me.
When he lifted his head, lips pink and wet, I reached for him. “Now,” I demanded, needing more. I wanted this release; I needed to forget for a few hours. And Alex was the perfect distraction.
He crawled up the bed, and I enjoyed every second of the show. Long hard lines, muscles developed in the pursuit of high-level sports, and a mess of blond hair that was demanding I run my fingers through it.
I obliged before tightening my hold and yanking him down onto me. “Now,” I repeated.
Alex grinned before reaching to the side table and grabbing a condom. Once it was on, he reached down and guided his dick to my entrance, and in one smooth move, slid all the way inside. My pussy clenched around him, and I jerked my hips up, wanting him even deeper.
He had been waiting, letting me adjust to his size, but as I moved, he did as well. My body shifted with his, tingles starting lower as I closed my eyes and let the pleasure fill my blood. One of my hands was still in his hair, the other clawing at his back. His lips met mine, and I opened my mouth, wanting to taste more of him.
I wanted more. I wanted it all.
“Harder,” I urged, and he lifted himself, changing positions slightly so he could slam into me. The swirls of my orgasm moved closer, and I moaned, my hand sliding down to stroke across my clit.
“Come for me,” Alex said. “Come on my dick, Violet.”
I wanted to laugh, but I was too close to do anything other than moan again.
And then I did as I was told.
Pleasure exploded through my body, and I rode the waves, reminding myself not to let myself go so long between orgasms. I’d almost forgotten how fucking amazing it was. Alex’s eyes were locked on me as he slammed harder and harder, his hands sliding under my ass to lift me up, changing the angle.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, confident as all fuck. In the post-orgasm bliss I could do nothing but smile and mumble something. I mean, I’d never come twice before during sex, but there was always a first time.
“Let’s try something else,” he said, lifting me even higher and dropping back on his ass, pulling me into his lap. He’d fallen out in the movement, but as he jerked up, I felt him slide back in, much deeper than before.
I rocked into him, over and over, and as he slammed up, I felt another swirl of pleasure.
Maybe I was going to come again….
Alex groaned and jerked against me a few times, my body riding with him as he pulled me harder into him. “Fuck. Fuck,” he said before he slowed, finally finished coming.
Well, it had been close. Maybe if he’d held out a little longer, I might have found my unicorn of a dude who could give me a second orgasm in a row.
Luckily Alex had more chances ahead of him.
Many more.
“You okay?” he asked, and I remembered that I was injured. Sex was the best kind of pain relief, but now that my body was cooling down, I could really feel the aches.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said huskily. “Totally worth it.”
He kissed me, gentle this time, and I let myself relax against him. He pulled out, and as he took the condom off and cleaned up, I ducked into the bathroom and cleaned myself up too.
“You’re staying here tonight. Right?” Alex asked when I walked out, naked and exhausted.
I blinked. “You want me to stay all night?”