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“Yeah, I get that, but it doesn’t change the fact that it must have really sucked for you. Jumping from foster home to foster home couldn’t have been easy.”
“I don’t want you feeling sorry for me, Kyah. It was shit, and I had more than my fair share of run-ins with my foster parents, but I grew up and got over it. The military gave me the discipline I needed, and then I was able to make a life for myself,” he tells me. “And considering it’s brought me right here to meet you, maybe it was all worth it.”
My cheeks flush like a goddamn teenage girl, and as I try to smother the ridiculous smile cutting across my face, we reach the landing on the third floor. “Has anybody ever told you that you’re a shameless flirt?” I ask, only his strong arm shoots out in front of me like a steel bar, stopping me in my tracks. “What’s—”
“I know you locked your door,” Alex says, his brows furrowed as he cuts me off.
My gaze shoots down the long hallway toward my apartment, and a sharp gasp tears from the back of my throat, finding my door hasn’t just been pushed open, but kicked in, breaking right through the locks. “What the hell?” I mutter, creeping toward my apartment, only Alex holds me back, his big hand curling around my elbow.
“Stay here,” he says, his whole body going rigid. “I’ll check it out.”
Not wanting to argue, I remain by my door as Alex slips inside my apartment, nervously peering in and hoping like hell whoever did this is already long gone. Hell, I’m just glad I wasn’t here when this asshole decided to break in. Who knows what they might have been looking for.
I track Alex across my apartment, watching as he moves around my living room and kitchen, checking inside my bathroom and then moving into my bedroom. I hear as he opens my closet and even drops down to look under my bed, and when he’s finally done, he strides back out of my bedroom. “It’s clear,” he calls out to me. “Whoever broke in is gone.”
Relief surges through my body, and I creep into my apartment, immediately getting hit with a familiar cologne as I glance over the broken door, wondering how the hell I’m going to fix this. I don’t know the first thing about hanging doors. Hell, I don’t even know who I’m supposed to call, let alone where I’m supposed to get a new door from.
Moving into my living room, I glance around, making sure nothing is missing, and from what I can tell, everything is right where it was when I left, which means the asshole who stormed in here wasn’t looking to raid my apartment, he was looking for me.
Anger bubbles through my veins, and I clench my jaw, knowing exactly who’s responsible for this, and considering the slew of jealous texts and missed calls I’ve been dodging for the past fourteen hours, I think it’s about time Crew and I have a little talk.
Alex walks right up to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t think anything’s missing,” he says. “But I did find something in your room.”
My brows furrow, and I look up at him, meeting his stare as fear begins pounding through my veins, my mind immediately taking me to the worst-case scenario. Crew is an asshole at the best of times, and he’s never done anything to make me question him, but this new crazed version of him . . . I don’t know what he’s capable of, and to be completely honest, it scares the crap out of me.
I stare up at Alex with wide eyes, waiting for him to break the news, my heart pounding so hard I fear I could collapse, but then he pulls his hand out from behind his back, my giant dildo braced between his fingers as a starved smirk crosses his ruggedly handsome face. “Surely this doesn’t fit, Mace.”
Humiliation booms through me, and I lunge for the dildo, but Alex is way too fast, tearing it back out of my grasp. “Seriously, though. This has gotta be a joke, right?” he asks, springing up onto my couch as I barrel toward him, his hand held so high above his tall frame, I don’t stand a chance in hell of getting it back.
Alex laughs as my cheeks flame, enjoying my humiliation. “This is not happening,” I mutter, mentally scolding myself for not putting it away when I had the chance this morning.
Alex locks his other arm around my waist, holding me against his strong body. “Just tell me one thing, Mace,” he murmurs, his voice deep and rumbling through his chest. “Is this what you used last night while you were thinking of me?”
I nod, tilting my head up, figuring there’s no point in being embarrassed about it now. I might as well own it and use it to my advantage. “Uh-huh,” I say, my eyes hooded as we stand on my shitty, cheap couch. “You should have seen how hard I fucked myself with it. Had to take it nice and slow at first. I wasn’t sure if I could stretch that wide, but once my body adjusted, it felt too fucking good to stop.”
Alex groans, his hand dropping to my ass and giving a firm squeeze as I feel him hardening through the front of his pants. “Show me.”
I shake my head, a wide grin stretching across my lips. “No chance in hell, Mr. I Won’t Touch You Until The Anticipation Is Killing You. You left me hanging yesterday and this morning, and now it’s your turn to walk out of here feeling the same throbbing ache.”
“Kyah,” he growls, his eyes flaming with red-hot desire.
“Take a cold shower,” I tell him, pulling out of his arms. “It’ll help.”
Alex groans and reluctantly gives in, jumping down from the couch before offering me his hand to help me down, not that I’m so precious that I couldn’t have jumped myself, but I kinda like the way he’s a gentleman. Once I’m firmly on my feet, he leans into me, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, lingering for a moment too long and making me crave so much more.
When he finally pulls back, he holds my stare. “I’ll call a friend of mine. He’ll come fix your door,” he tells me before striding over to my broken door. Then with one quick move, his arm shoots up above the door frame, and before I know it, my giant dildo is suction cupped to the drywall, way too high for me to reach.
Alex turns back, grinning at me like the fucking devil, and as I shake my head, he slowly backs out of my apartment, leaving me giddy, worked up, and grinning like a fucking idiot as the dildo gently sways above.
Ittakesalittleover an hour for Alex’s friend to show up with my new door, and I watch eagerly as the two men get to work. To my disappointment, they have the new door hung in less than twenty minutes, but the job isn’t done without a few suggestive glances from Alex, each one getting me more worked up than the last. Especially considering the massive dildo that hangs above his head.
His friend refuses payment as he was apparently repaying Alex for a favor, and while I’m grateful that this bullshit hasn’t left a dent in my wallet, I’m also apprehensive about the fact that I now owe Alex a favor in return. Though, something tells me that’ll easily be repaid.
Crew hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone and the minute Alex and his friend are out the door, so am I. I’ve had enough of this shit.
Pulling out my phone, I send off a quick text, ignoring the string of unread ones that flood through my phone.
Kyah - Where the hell are you?
