His mouth closes over mine again, but before I melt into him, he’s pushing two fingers inside me. My back arches and just as I feel the moan building, he pulls his fingers out and sticks them in his mouth, sucking them clean. I glance at his pants and I can see the outline of his cock straining to be let free, but he’s ignoring it, too busy tormenting me with his thumb. He’s kissing me again and I feel the delicious pressure of his fingers pushing inside me again, quickly curling to find my G-spot. If this man is half as good with his dick as he is with his fingers, I’m in for a very long night.
Before we can get any further, his phone vibrates, sending it skidding across the dash and falling to the floor. He panics as the screen lights up and he goes to grab for it, but before he can, I see…me.
“What the fuck?” I yell and pick the phone up, looking at myself in the kitchen.
“Lexi, it’s not?—”
“Yes, it is! That’s me! Were you fucking recording us this morning?”
“No!” He looks scared.
“That is a picture of me, half-naked and on top of my kitchen counter with your fucking hands between my legs! How did you do that? Why did you do that?” I’m freaking out, but I can’t stop. I want to cry, I want to throw up. “Is this why your phone is blowing up all the time? Are you fucking sending people pictures of me?”
I grab for the handle of the Jeep and I’ve got the door half open when he yells out, “It’s not what you think!”
“What?” I spit the word out and glare at him.
“Alexis, she’s fucking stalking me, okay!” He opens his phone and shows me a string of text messages from an unknown number, all of them time stamped from the last half hour. The last one has the image attached to it, which is bad enough, but the message underneath turns my blood to ice.
Unknown Number
Your new whore has got cute tits…she could lose some weight, though
I bet her stepfather would love to see some of these videos. Maybe her boss, too?
Open her legs wider next time. I’m sure the internet will pay extra for that.
I stare at the screen, the taste of bile hitting the back of my throat. “Take me home.”
“Alexis—”
“Now,” I snap back, slamming the door shut again and leaning against it to get as far away from him as I can. He pulls away from the beach in silence. My mind races from rage to humiliation and I need to be alone.
When I raise my head again, I see we’re only two exits from my apartment and he hasn’t said a word since we left the beach. The panic is building. It’s moments like this when I wish my sister were here, pushing me out the door to live life rather than letting me stay tied down to my work and spending my whole life pleasing others. She was my constant support, always there to anchor me in chaotic times. She might tell me to walk away, tell me not to give him the chance to explain himself. She’s not here, though.
The click of the blinker is deafening, and I force myself to blurt out, “You said she’s stalking you. Who is she?”
“It’s…complicated.” He slows the Jeep as we come to a red light. His jaw is tight and his heart is racing, I can tell by the pulsing vein in his neck.
“Holy fuck, are you married?”
“No, Alexis, I get how this looks and I understand if?—”
“No, you’re a fucking asshole.” I reach for the door and he grabs my wrist.
“She’s… she’s my sister.”
“Oh, bullshit.”
“Her name is Elle. She’s my kid sister and she hates my fucking guts. I swear that’s the truth, and I didn’t know…fuck…I didn’t… I didn’t know.” He runs his hands through his hair and when he closes his eyes, I can see they are wet with tears. “She…she’s been texting me for a few days. This morning she sent a picture of us eating breakfast. I thought I could ignore her, but—FUCK! Just…you should go.”
I should. My brain is screaming at me to get out of the car, go upstairs, and tell Sam to find someone else. My heart, though, is reminding me how he held me when I cried last night. How innocent and sweet he looked this morning as he stood in my kitchen trying to make coffee. How warm his lips are. My heart is so much louder than my brain sometimes.
“James, look at me.”
He shakes his head, “Don’t. It’s… it’s better for you to not be involved with me. I’m sorry.”
“James.” I shut the door and move closer to him, catching his hand before he slams it into the steering wheel. I let my heart take over and kiss his knuckles softly before wiping the tears streaming down his face. He has no reason to lie to me, and if he’d just wanted to get into my pants, he would have done that already. “Take a deep breath, and count to four…do you know how to box breathe?”
