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“You should have just let me stay and screwed me in your kitchen,” he says, luring me into his warm, seductive web.
Jane Austen’s ghost.I need a release. The kind only Aleck knows how to give.
I giggle, nervously. “That wouldn’t have ended well.”
“Really?” His tone deepens, zeroing in on the ache between my legs like a sniper. “I think it would have ended beautifully. And it would have felt alotbetter, too.”
“Shit,” I breathe. “I miss how good you make me feel,” I say,knowingit’s a mistake the second the words leave my lips.
“I missmakingyou feel good. Do you remember how well our bodies responded to each other, Winter?” His voice lulls me into a daze of comfort, lust, andAleck. “I could come over… Make you feel good over and over. You want me to fuck you six ways to Sunday before the sun comes up? I will. And if you want me to leave afterward, I’ll do that too. But for the record, I’d want to stay. I’d want to stay and do it again in the morning.”
My hand immediately slides over my throbbing sex, putting pressure on it to stop the pulsing ache.
“I know exactly how you like it, Winter. Hard and fast at first… You like it when I slam into you like it would kill me not to. But when you come, you like it when I fuck you slow so you feel every long stroke of my cock drag over your G-spot. I could come over and fuck you like that…”
Jesus H.
My fingers rub circles over my swollen clit, begging, searching for friction to stop the pain. With a shake of my head, I stop rubbing myself and remove my hand from my panties. This can’t happen. Not anymore.
I sigh, feeling more sexually frustrated than I ever have before.
Aleck Fox…My burning fire.
“Aleck, I can’t.”
“Baby, you can… Youwantto, I know you do.”
“I do want to, you’re right. Ireallywant to. I miss you, but I can’t.”
“If I could go back and change that last day at the resort, I would wake you up and take you with me. In a fucking heartbeat, Winter. I did the wrong thing and I’m sorry. I’m working on it. I’m working on myself and dealing with my past. Losing you, almost losing my dad, itchangedme.”
Tears well in my eyes. Swiping them away with my free hand, I roll my eyes at the amount of times I’ve cried in the last two months. Loving Aleck has been torture. Actual torture. And I knownotloving him will be even worse, but I know it’s inevitable.
Because what happens when we get back together and he realizes he can’t love me back? He said it himself, he doesn’t believe in love, and I do. I want love. I want marriage, or at least a lasting commitment. I want children… Aleck always told me how unappealing that kind of life was to him. I doubt he’s changed overnight.
“Aleck, I’m happy for you. I’m happy you’re working out your past and moving into a place where you don’t feel you need to be so in control all the time. I honestly never thought I’d hear you speak like this. I’m proud of you. But I don’t want to be your experiment—”
“You won’t be.”
“Aleck, I can’t be with you.” It was a statement we both felt, I knew. “I can’t go into thisknowinghow deeply you can hurt me. I chose Brian after he cheated on me because I didn’t want to destroy my relationship, not realizing I was destroying myself in the process. I choosemethis time. I don’t hate you, and maybe one day we could be friends, but for now, I need you to let me go.”
Aleck’s breaths become heavy through the line. “Baby—”
“Oh, Aleck, please don’t. This is hard enough.”
Seconds of agonizing silence pass, and I feel like I’ve been holding my breath the entire time. How he must feel hearing me end this… But I have to care about myself first for a change.
“Alright, Winter,” he finally says softly. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.”Lies.Though, I think it’s what I need.
“I want you to know how amazing I think you are,” he says, the pleading tone of his voice slicing through my chest like a hot knife. “You dideverythingright. This was me.Ifucked this up.”
“I’m glad you’re working on your life, Aleck. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
“You make me happy…” he whispers.
But I stay silent. We’re ending on a pleasant note. I should be pleased that I told him the truth. That we aren’t fighting and angry with each other. That didn’t feel right. This is better, healthier.
