“Alex’s place. I’ll let you in. You two work it out. A real apology. The knees thing was good. If it was me, I’d say naked and kneeling and dropping a sir as soon as I walk in the door. But Alex doesn’t care for that kind of protocol.”
No. He’s never once asked me to call him anything but Alex. And I’ve never wanted to be anything other than his little rabbit. “I’ll figure it out.”
Twenty-Two
Alex
When I park the truck in my assigned spot outside the condos, the first rays of sunrise are shining over the treetops. The winding roads were almost as tangled as my thoughts about Sarah Jane. The more I drove the clearer I got on how I could have handled her apology better. I didn’t have to embarrass her in front of everyone. But I can’t change it now. I drag my weary ass up the stairs to my second story home. I’m more brain tired than body tired. Too much thinking. Too much feeling. No where to let it out.
The key turns easily and my front door slide open soundlessly. There’s a light on in the living room that glows into the entry hall. I didn’t leave anything on. Out of habit, I take of my boots and stow my hat and my kit bag in the front closet. As soon as I exit the hallway, my heart lurches and my feet stop.
She’s here. Naked, kneeling in front of my couch. She’s tied a harness around her breasts with the knots perfectly centered over her breastbone. She has laces running the length of her legs, her thighs bulge between the tight symmetrical lines. Her pussy is bare and open to me. “What cha doing, little rabbit?”
“Trying for a better apology. Showing you how much you mean to me. How much I respect you.”
I go to her, kneel down, the tight leather pants Stone demanded I wear squeeze my dick so hard I’m choking. I shift one leg in between hers and take her head in my hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t handle things at the club well. Either time.”
She shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have put you in that situation. Either time. Everything that happened was my fault.”
“No it wasn’t.” Well, the first time kind of was. But she was lied to by a man who had it out for me for years. I kiss her forehead. “We share some blame. Tonight, you shocked me and I got defensive. But the situation with your uncle, I could have kicked him out. They had no right to be there. I could have made you stay and talk to me. But I’m still figuring out how to have a relationship. An adult one. You know what the first lesson is?”
“What?”
“Honest communication.”
She nods. “I’m sorry I lied about who I was.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you about my past and why I had intimacy issues. Trust issues.”
She frowns. “I reinforced those.”
“You did. But if we’re doing this we’re starting with a clean slate. So is there anything else you need to tell me before I carry you back to my bed and keep you tied up for the next couple days? Because I’ve missed you so much, little rabbit. Best to tell me now.”
“I honestly love you.” Her gaze is so clear and open and filled with the love she professes.
“I love you, too, Sarah Jane.” I press a kiss to her lips. She rises up on her knees to meet me. It’s forgiveness and apology. Promise and devotion. It’s love and seduction and she takes my breath away. I free myself from her possession, holding her cheeks so she can’t hide. “What do you want?”
“You. If you’ll have me. I want to be your little rabbit.”
I shift her so her back is against my chest and I start freeing her legs. “You’ve been practicing.”
“I missed you. I tried to do the best I can, but it’s not the same without you.”
I kiss her neck, missing her long hair but loving the access to her skin. “No it’s not.”
She arches her back and lifts her arms to put her hands behind my head. Despite the distraction of her perfect breasts, I stay focused on freeing her legs, checking her skin and circulation. Once I’m certain she’s fine, I roll her under me. She wraps me in her limbs. I suckle each perfect breast before I say, “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to know why you’re still wearing pants when you’ve had access to my naked pussy since you came home. And why leather? I thought you liked your jeans.”
I glance down reminded that wearing these things makes me feel like a sausage in a casing. “I love my jeans. Tyler and Stone ganged up on me. Said I had to look the part for the big event.”
“I could help free you.”
“God, yes. And you can help me burn them later.”
She laughs and it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I manage to get myself upright and I lift her by the knotted section of her chest harness. She gasps and her eyes go heavy.
“I ordered the sexiest bed I could find for this place. Wasn’t sure I’d get the chance but I can use it to make you fly.”
