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My gaze scans over the message just as the same loud banging sounds through the apartment again, and I fly up in bed, my eyes wide with horror. My blanket falls to my waist and I quickly realize I’m still butt-naked.
What the hell did I say to this guy to deserve an early morning wake-up call in the form of loud banging? Perhaps I did try and throw myself at him after his declaration in the alleyway not to touch me until I’d worked out what I wanted.
Fucking tequila. Every time I have even a sip, it’s as though my body just decides to be a reckless asshole with no concern for my health or safety. Hell, last time Crew poured tequila down my throat, I let him screw me all night, and look how that turned out. I’m just glad Viper had the decency to keep his hands off me, though I’m almost certain I offered to suck his dick in the middle of the street.
The banging at the door sounds again, and I cringe, my gaze falling back to Alex’s message only to realize there’s a message above, but not the one I remember sending last. No, this is a brand-new text from me, one sent at precisely two thirty-eight this morning.
Dread fills my veins, and I scan over the message, my heart racing faster with every passing second.
Kyah - You’re right. I thought about fucking you all day. Thought about your tongue working my clit. Your fingers pushing deep inside of me. How it would feel riding your cock, and how my walls would squeeze you so damn tight you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. I want you, Mr. Parkour, but you don’t get to touch any of this. I’m about to fuck myself. I’m going to take myself so fucking deep, and when it’s too much for me to handle, when I come so hard I pass out, I’m not going to scream your name.
Oh no. Tell me I didn’t.
Ding!
Shit.
A new message pops up below his last, and my hands shake as my gaze drops, reading over his latest message.
Alex - Two fucking seconds before I kick this fucking door down. I know you’re awake, Mace. I can see you’ve read my text.
“Fuck,” I mutter, throwing myself to my feet and grabbing the throw blanket off the end of my bed and pulling it around my naked body, doing a shitty job at trying to cover up. My new favorite friend sits at the end of my bed right where I left it, and I mentally battle with myself, wondering if I can spare an extra second to kick it under my bed or risk Alex coming right through here and seeing what I got up to last night.
“ONE,” I hear called through the door.
Shit. My heart races just a little bit faster, my hands shaking with a strange mix of nervous anticipation and excitement, not knowing what I will get with this intriguing stranger. Fuck the monster dildo. I don’t have time. I’m going to have to risk it.
“TWO.”
Fuck.
“Hold your horses,” I call through the small apartment, noticing something wet on my bedroom floor, but not having a second to stop and see what it is. I hurry out of my room, listening to the heavy thumping coming from my door, and I scramble, hoping like fuck I can open it before Alex pisses off our neighbors.
Hastily unlocking the dead bolt, I turn the main lock and then finally grip the handle before yanking the door open to find Alex in nothing but a pair of workout shorts, a sheer layer of sweat coating his defined body as though he’s just spent the morning working out his frustrations on the street instead of working them out on my body.
I barely get the door open before Alex barges in, his strong arm scooping around my waist as he whips us both around, somehow slamming the door in the process. My back flattens against the closed door, and Alex instantly crowds me, his forehead tipped against mine as he breathes heavily, his eyes closed. “Fuck me,” he mutters, the darkness in his tone instantly making me wet as my fingers splay across his strong chest. “Tell me you’re not naked under this.”
A wicked grin stretches across my face, and without hesitation I release my grip on the throw blanket, letting it fall to the ground, parts of it getting caught between our bodies.
Alex groans, his fingers going straight to my waist, holding me so fucking tight as I feel him harden beneath his workout shorts, and good god, this man could rival the monster cock that’s currently chilling out on my bed.
“Do you have any fucking idea how it feels to listen to you come through the walls and not hear my name on your fucking lips?” he growls, looking as though he could crumble.
“Probably about the same as you slamming me up against a brick wall and putting your hands all over me but not giving me what I want.”
He clenches his jaw. “I won’t touch you,” he rumbles. “Not until you know what the fuck you want.”
“Sounds like ayouproblem,” I murmur, placing my hand over his on my waist and dragging it up my body, letting him touch me wherever the hell he wants, his fingers skimming over the curve of my breast.
“You’rea me problem Kyah,” he tells me, his fingers pulling away to ball into a fist, forcing himself not to touch me a second longer. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
Lifting my chin, I meet his gaze, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip. I lower my voice, barely a subtle whisper, but enough to get my point across. “So what do you plan on doing about it?” I murmur, holding his gaze hostage.
“Get dressed, Mace,” he says. “I told you yesterday that I’m not playing your fucking games. I want you. I want to take you out, and after spending the night listening to you coming without me, I swore to myself that I would never let that happen again. I don’t give a shit about the list of people you refuse to date. I’m breaking your fucking rules, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
“Alex,” I warn.
“No. Get dressed, Kyah. We’re doing this.”
