Page 55 of His Good Girl

Tears stream down Alexis’s face. “Seriously, Finn? Such a drunk frat boy move. I don’t even know what to say!”

Sipping my scotch and letting my fingers play with the loose hairs hanging along her neck, I interject, “I think the word you are looking for is heroic. But if we’re telling stupid prank stories, what about the time you stole every copy of the school newspaper in the middle of the night and the cops put out a reward for any information on the theft?” I give a pointed look to Ricky.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter. When Alexis excuses herself to the restroom, my friends both get very serious. “What?” I look at them confused, and a little nervous that they might not approve, but ready to fight them on it.

“You are a goner, dude,” James breathes, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?”

“The way you look at her. The way when you move, she moves, and when she moves, you’re right there. It was never like that with Vi, even in the beginning.”

“What he’s trying to say is we’re so damn happy for you. She is amazing, and y’all seem so in sync, it’s crazy.” Ricky grins at me before adding, “Way too hot for your old ass, but great.”

I didn’t realize how much their support would mean to me, but I struggle to find words. “Yeah, she's like no one I’ve ever known, I’m pretty crazy about her.” Looking up, I spot Alexis making her way back to us and I can do nothing but stare, thanking all the stars above that she is mine. Those three little words are screaming in my head. I don’t know how much longer I can hold them in. Suddenly, I'm picturing a long future with her. Marriage, kids, the whole shebang.

God, I hope she wants that too.

We don’t make it to the car until nearly one in the morning, but I don’t even feel tired. If anything, I'm energized. Spending the evening with my best friends and Lex is all I could ever want. Well, almost all I could want.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” She rolls her head to look at me, still slightly buzzed.

“Take off your panties and spread your legs.”

Her eyes light up, no longer looking tired. “I can’t do that, Daddy.”

“Why not? Are you going to be a little brat needing to be punished?”

Shaking her head, she spreads her thighs and hikes her dress up. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she purrs as I catch a glimpse of her pussy already glistening and ready for me.

“That’s my good girl, now let's see if Daddy can make you scream.” And I set about making that happen…twice.

50

ALEXIS

Dinner with Finn's friends was unforgettable. I adore them both, and getting to hear all the stories about them in college was so fun. Every day, each new thing I learn about Finn pulls me in more. I'm falling for him so hard. Fuck, let’s be honest, I’ve already fallen. Once I gave away my V card and it blew up in my face, I made it a point to not let my feelings get involved. I would let them pleasure me, and reciprocate if they earned it, but my heart was off limits.

With Finn, everything is different.

As we drifted off to sleep, I almost blurted out “I love you” to him but panicked. I have never said that to anyone except Marcee. Sadly, I’m pretty sure Marcee is the only one that has ever said it to me. That realization freezes the words in my mouth. What if he doesn’t say it back? I mean, if my parents don’t even say it, why would he? The way this man holds my heart so completely, it would obliterate me if he didn’t love me back. So, like a coward, I stuffed it down.

I check my watch as I head back into the gym feeling more than a little grumpy. It’s my last personal trainer session at the gym. My internship starts after the holidays and is full-time. So, of course, I’m going out with a bang, with a late-night session. Our gym is open until midnight but gets very quiet by nine. We technically do training until eleven, but hardly anyone books late evenings like this. To top it off, they paid for a private training room, so it’s probably some rich douche that will come in thinking he knows everything.

Cursing my boss for making me work this one on my last day, I head into the room to get set up. It’s just me and the front desk clerk, Nick. We run a skeleton crew starting at ten, so there won’t even be anyone else around to talk to between sets.

Nick pops his head into the room. “Alexis, your ten o'clock session just checked in. I have to stay at the desk, but page me if you need anything. A group of five Bros just walked in, so I have to stay at my post.”

Bros are what we call the meatheads that come in throwing their balls around and trying to impress everyone with what they can lift. Typically, they’re the ones coming in right at five so the place is packed with people to see them. This time of night means one of two things. Either they’re drunk, which means idiotic stunts, or they plan to film themselves, so we get to stand around watching them pose mid-lift then cheer at their epic shots. Nick rolls his eyes, at least we’re both embracing the suck tonight.

Nick leaves and the door to the private studio swings open. “Hi, why don’t you start stretching and I'll be with you in a sec,” I call over my shoulder while I shoot Finn a quick text. He hates when I work late so I always try to check in to ease his mind. I hit send and hear a familiar text tone behind me, whirling so fast I drop my phone, I search for the source of that noise. Finn is leaning against the door, smiling ear to ear. He looks so young and carefree, and my heart flips. “Wha? How?”

“Excuse me, I believe I have a private training session with someone named Alexis?”

“It’s you?” His nod is all I need. I'm running to him, jumping into his arms, and wrapping my legs around him as my lips crash into his.

“I wanted to spend your last night at the gym with you.”