Page 49 of Genesis
Bexley looks out the windows, watching the sun fall. I stand by the couch, looking at her with her arms crossed, her hip to one side, her hair falling down her back.
“Hey, Little Girl, come here.”
She turns to look at me, biting her smile. She drops her arms and walks over to me. I look down at her pretty face.
I look at her.Reallylook at her. Her hazel eyes, her hair, her lips. I wish I knew what the future held for us; I wish I knew that what we have right this very moment would never fade.
“What is it?” she asks, looking concerned.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” I ask lowly.
She smiles. “Yeah.”
Neither of us goes on about it. Instead, I kiss her. Slow at first, and then the fire builds like it always does, except this time, we’re here, alone in my home. A home I hardly come to. A place I just bought. She’s the only other person who’s been here besides me. I may give her a key, just so she can always have a place to come when she wants to get away, but I’ll think about that later.
Right now, I want to show her how I feel. I reach down and grab her thighs, lifting her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I say. I walk down the hall toward the back bedroom as she kisses my neck, running her fingers through my hair.
I lay her down, kiss the scar on her jaw, and reach down to undo her jeans. She watches me as I untie her shoes. She kicks them off and helps pull her pants down. Sitting up, she removes her shirt and unclasps her bra. I look down at her, mesmerized.
This isn’t my first time. Hell, I lost that when I was fifteen. There’re always easy women around the clubhouse who will do anything for money. One night, Moretti hired a bunch of hookers and Johnny and I had a good time, except they didn’t think we were as young as we were.
But this is my first time doing this with someone I care about.
This is Bexley Walker.
Her laugh alone turns me on because it’s authentic and raw. I grab her ankles and pull her down the bed closer to me. A laugh escapes her, and she looks up at me. Her hands reach for my belt, and I let her undo it, along with my button and zipper. She lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach.
I grab her hair, twisting it around my fist, angling her head so I can kiss her. I take my knife off my belt, tossing it onto the floor before she slides my jeans down and I step out of them. I climb on top of her as she lies back.
I spread her legs with my body, feeling her hands go up the back of my shirt as she brings it over my head. I drop it on the floor after I pull it off and look down at her. “Oh my God,” she whispers, running her fingers over the necklace I wear.
My arms shake as I hold myself up, watching the emotion sweep over her face. That look just killed me. Left me dead. She just stole my heart.
Her eyes go to mine. “I love you,” she says.
My lips lift, and I kiss her, swallowing her words so she can’t ever have them back. She grabs my face, and I reach down and grab the hem of her panties, slipping them off. I dip my fingers inside of her, happy that she’s turned on. This will make it easier on her.
I don’t ask permission. I don’t ask her if she’s ready because there’s no going back now. It’s too late for mind changing. I push her thighs wider apart and slide inside slowly. She sucks in a harsh breath, and then I go all the way in. I kiss her neck and chest, not moving.
“Breathe, love,” I say. She exhales, and I move my hips. Her nails scratch my back, her eyes shut, and I drive on. I feel it when she relaxes, and I capture her little moans, kissing her lips and biting her tongue. She feels amazing. I want her to enjoy this. I want her to always remember it. I reach down and rub her clit. Her mouth falls open as a rush of air releases from her lungs. I bend my elbow, holding on to the side of her head, gripping her hair between my fingers. She hooks her arms around my neck.
Her thighs shake around my waist, and the veins in her neck protrude as she shuts her eyes, bucking beneath me, her feet dinging into the comforter. I don’t stop the momentum. I don’t go faster. I just let her feel. She opens her eyes, and I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face.
“Feel good?” I ask, panting.
“You know it did.” She kisses me, and I chase my release. Resting both elbows on the bed, I drive forward until my thighs burn and she milks me dry.
Out of breath, I roll off of her and rest my hand on my chest and then a terrifying thought pops into my mind. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
I see her look over at me in my peripheral. “Yes,” she says, sounding satiated.
I shut my eyes. “Thank fuck.”
“Are you… Have you been safe?” she asks. I look over at her. “I mean, I know this wasn’t your first time.” She looks concerned, and a little hurt.
“No man would go bare with the women at the clubhouse.”
