“You’re not an idiot or a loser.” Her voice is stern, and the rage drops from my face. I’m not angry with her. “You’re also not leaving without me.”
Her lips are on mine before I can respond. When she breaks the kiss and has my full attention, she whispers in my ear, “Take me home. Let me take care of you this time.”
I nod and look back at the painting before we leave. This is my fault. I haven’t been in the studio or Dad’s room since he died. I don’t know what she’s taken from the house, from me. But as I walk away, I realize there’s one thing I can never let Elle take from me. I need to protect Alexis, no matter the cost.
* * *
Lexi shoves me against the Jeep and her lips crash against mine. Her hands are frantic and all over me, but I’m so surprised that I’m stuck in molasses. She goes to unzip my pants, but I grab her shoulders and swap our positions.My hand dives under her skirt, and I smirk when my fingers brush against her bare skin. She’s already hot and wet just for me, and she’s just the distraction I need right now.
“I wanted to surprise you later with the whole no panties thing. Especially after you ripped that pair off me the other day.” She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me with big doe eyes.
“Oh, Cherry Blossom,” I coo. Fuck Elle and her stupid fiancé. Fuck this whole stupid mess. I have everything I’ll ever need right here. “I am very surprised. Can you guess what else I am?”
“No,” she moans as my finger slides through her slickness.
I open the door, lift her into the passenger seat, and pull her dress up as I lick my lips. “Fucking. Hungry.” I drop in front of her. I don’t care who sees. Anyone who catches us is going to learn two things. She’s mine, and I’m driving her fucking wild. I’m the one making her writhe against my tongue as she holds onto the roll bar. I’m the one she’s moaning for. I’m the one who made her this fucking wet.
“Louder, Angel. Let ‘em all hear your pretty song.”
I hoist her leg up over my shoulder, and as I feast on her like a starving wolf, she’s fucking my face and singing my name. Her hands find the back of my head and she’s gripping tight and pushing me deeper. The second my fingers curl inside her, she tightens around me, and two strokes later, she’s coming apart hard.
“Oh god, James!”
I slide another finger into her as she squeezes my head with her thighs and swears like a damn sailor. Her heel is digging into my back and the pain is making me fucking hard. I seriously consider pulling my cock out and claiming her right here. Before I can, she’s coming again, harder and louder. As she comes down, I lap at her glistening pussy and thighs.
Panting and hard as a rock, I stand and she grabs my hand, slipping my slick fingers into her mouth and cleaning them as she stares into my eyes. I kiss her hard, letting her taste more of herself on my tongue.
“So, get you a little hot under the collar and the sex gets a little more…intense.”
I quickly scan the street, just now realizing where we are. “Shit. I’m sorry. Probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“Oh,” she sighs with a pout. “I was hoping you were sorry you stopped before you fucked my brains out.”
She grinds against me. The whine that comes out of me is almost embarrassing. I slide my tongue over the shell of her ear and whisper, “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard for me tonight, so many times, you’re not going to walk straight tomorrow, because you'remyfucking Angel.”
“Good, because you have no idea how badly I want you,” she replies as her hand dips between us and grabs my cock. “Take me home. Forget this place and these assholes. There’s no one in that house that could ever satisfy me the way you do.”
“You’re mine. They can’t even fucking touch you.”
“I thought you’d be too nice to be this possessive. I think I like it.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out, kissing up and down her neck, “I want to take you back inside, bend you over that railing and let Tommy watch what he will never fucking have. I need you. I need you so bad.”
I’m rutting against her hip. I need to stop. I need to calm down enough to drive us to her place. Then I remember why we left the party and my head finds her shoulder. My arms wrap around her and I hold her to me as I fight with the rage and the pain and the tears.
“We’ll get it back,” she whispers, her hands stroking my hair. It’s like she can read my mind already. Like she can see the pain I feel and give it a name. “Give me your keys, pretty boy. And before you ask, yes, I can drive a stick. Just not in these heels.”
I pull my head away from her, sliding her shoes off and tossing them in the back. She cups my face and sees into my soul. “I love you, Alexis. I’ll never let them take you from me. I’ll never let them hurt you. I can’t let her hurt you.”
“I know, James. I love you, too. Come on, let’s go home.”
“Youaremy home.”
CHAPTER29
HURT
JOHNNY CASH
