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Alex shakes his head. “No, not at all.”
I force a frown, despite my amusement and dip my fingers into my beer can, flicking whatever liquid I can at Alex. He laughs while holding up his hands, the liquid hitting his arms rather than his face. I reach for more, but he quickly grabs my beer.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he laughs, falling on top of me.
I laugh so heard my belly hurts as I struggle underneath him, trying to get out, but he’s too strong. His legs pin me to the bed, sliding up and down me, making my skin heat and my insides twist with need. My hold on the beer can slips and I hear it smack against the floor followed by some gurgling sounds.
My laughter stops and I go to turn around. “Crap, I’m so sorry,” I say while reaching for the can and righting it, but the damage has already been done. The beer is staining the white carpet. I wiggle underneath him, trying to move out from under his hold so I can clean the mess. His heated gaze stops me. His lips hover above mine.
“I should clean that up,” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stare at his mouth.
Alex’s head bobs up and down. “Ok,” he whispers.
His body is so still, as if waiting for what I’ll do next. I arch my back. My legs slide out from under his.Clean the beer,I tell myself.Go clean the beer now.But his blue eyes are watching me, holding me. They’re so beautiful. There’s so much adoration and care in his gaze that I find myself gravitating towards him, like a firefly to a lamp.
He meets me halfway, his eyes widening when my lips press against his. I kiss him gently, chastely, still unsure of this feeling swelling in my heart. His hands remain in mine, yet they are no longer pinning me. His mouth doesn’t move against mine. I know he’s giving me clues that I can leave at any point. We don’t need to take this any further.
Go clean the fucking beer,I shout at myself.
My eyes flutter closed and my fingers tighten in his. My tongue slides against his bottom lip. His soft moan spurs me on, and I press against him, seeking entrance. I groan when his mouth opens, sliding my tongue against his, entwining around him in a sultry dance. His hands slide up and down my arms while his body gives in, grinding against mine. I meet his thrusts. My body takes on a mind of its own, searching for more of him. His skin feels smooth against me and all I want is more.
My hands push his away. I slide them up and down his front, feeling the hardness of his chest, of his abs through the shirt. His kisses grow more desperate. His tongue prods against mine. I nibble on his bottom lip, earning a growl. His hips grind into me even harder while my legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to me and holding him tight.
“Rachel,” Alex whispers between kisses, mouthing a path from my lips to my ear, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He nibbles on my earlobe, making my breath hitch, before continuing to my neck. His teeth graze my neck, and my hands keep him to me, stroking his dyed hair. Faintly, I think of how they’ll be stained red tomorrow, but I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t want him to stop. I need more of him.
His hands slip under my shirt, pressing my hips and pinning me to the bed. He sucks and licks my neck, like he’s some sort of sexy vampire. I arch into him, feeling as if I’m soaring high into bliss. My moans heighten. My body can’t stop moving with him. My head tosses back and forth as I feel my insides grow weak. His hand slides from my hip to the button of my jeans, deftly undoing them.
The sound of the zipper faintly reaches my ears and I feel myself plummeting. What am I doing? His fingers slip into my panties, and I gasp as one strokes my clit. My body shudders with need, but my mind is screaming, demanding for everything to stop. I open my mouth, the words forming on my tongue, but with each and every stroke of his finger I feel my sanity slipping through my hands.
Say it,I demand.Say stop. You can’t do this. Not now.
I mouth the words, but I am unable to speak them. My body is sliding against Alex. I want him. I don’t want him to stop. I really like Alex.
You still need to talk things out with Seth and Hunter,my mind shouts at me.Don’t do this.
I grimace, but I still can’t voice the words. A whimper escapes my lips and Alex’s head perks up. His sex drunken eyes meet mine. His brows tent with worry. “Are you okay?” he asks while stroking the hair away from my face.
I feel like such an asshole.
I’m an asshole to Alex, for leading him on; to Seth and Hunter for not telling them where I am, for not finishing our discussion. Because honestly, I do want to bring Alex into our group, but I know I can’t do it without everyone agreeing.
“I’m fine,” I force myself to say. I push his shoulder, making space between us as I sit up.
“Did I move too fast?” Alex asks, his tone worried, sad.
I shake my head. “It’s not you, Alex,” I rush out.
The desire in his gaze dissipates and is replaced by a gleam of sadness pulling at my heartstrings. I stroke the side of his face, wishing there was something I could do for him, but I know there’s nothing I can do. The best thing to do is leave. Nothing good can come of this.
I stand from the bed. My gaze meets the stain on the floor, and I grab the towel from Alex’s shoulders. Kneeling, I press the fabric into the carpet, careful not to get any of the red dye onto the ground while I soak up the beer.
“Rachel, you don’t have to do that,” Alex says. I hear the bed squeaking, but I remain focused on the job in front of me. I can’t look at him. I need to calm my body. Everything feels hot and I’m unable to get the memory of his lips pressed against mine out of my head.
“It’s fine,” I murmur. “You should go wash your hair.”
I hear him sigh behind me, followed by the sound of his footsteps disappearing. The shower turns on and a naughty thought whispers in the back of my head:you should join him.
I shake my head hard, so hard it feels like I’ve killed a few brain cells. Straightening, I look down at the carpet, frowning at the slightly brown stain. I toss the towel at the counter. The forgotten pizza stares back at me. I should be hungry, but I feel nothing. I feel numb. I stride towards the foyer, grabbing my denim jacket from the hanger and swiftly put it on.
