1. Alexis #2
“All three of you? Seriously? What, Derek can’t handle me on his own anymore? Does the pretty boy need help from his baby agents?” I mocked, bearing my teeth at Dean. “Isn’t it well past both of your bedtimes?”
We’ve been doing this dance for months since Chyler ran off with Atlas. Madison and I spoke briefly last week, but she was too busy with her own life changes to spend any more time with me. Chyler was cut off completely, which was no surprise.
I didn’t blame her for leaving and not coming back. Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck; she was a big girl and could make her own decisions in life. What I wouldn’t give to just run away from it all if given the chance.
On the other hand, Madison was devastated, putting it lightly. But she came around after finally being able to talk to her. They spoke for hours about what had happened over the past six months, and in the end, Madison still hadn’t completely forgiven her for abandoning us to the CIA.
But did she really abandon us? We were free from bars and handcuffs—for the most part. Derek, Marcus, and Dean never turned us in as they initially intended. I suppose Atlas and her will figure their shit out when they return to Minneapolis, whenever that may be.
“Baby agents? Seriously, Alexis? That’s the best you can come up with? I’m actually disappointed with your comebacks tonight. Not as witty as usual.” Marcus raised a brow and shoved me towards Derek, the handcuffs digging into my wrists with the movement.
I growled as I stumbled, attempting to regain my footing when Derek stepped up to us and gripped my bicep tightly, glaring down at me.
“Fuck off, Marcus.” I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
“That’s all for tonight, boys. Thanks,” Derek spoke without taking his eyes off me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him as they both nodded and turned to leave.
“Let us know if you need anything else, Derek,” Marcus opened the driver’s door of their car and slid inside.
“See, he even called you boys .” I teased over my shoulder.
Remembering that Dean had my laptop, I abruptly twisted my body in Derek’s grasp to face him.
“Hey! My laptop. Give it back.” I gave a pointed look at Dean, who smiled as he tossed it into the backseat and then slid into the passenger seat himself, not saying another word and shutting the door. Motherfucker.
I screamed and kicked out my legs. I was going to burn him alive. I needed that laptop back; just because it was smashed didn’t mean it wasn’t salvageable.
“Let’s go, Lex…” I heard Derek sigh as he dragged me down the street and back to the alley where he had parked his truck.
“Release me, Derek. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I hissed as he shoved me forward into the side of his midnight blue Ford F-150 Raptor, my chest pressing into the rear passenger door .
“That’s because I stopped you before you could. Want to tell me why you were in a model apartment?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m searching for a new place; I was taking it for a test drive,” I answered amusedly.
“At one in the morning?” He raised a brow, and I rolled my body along the truck to face him, my cuffed hands pressing into the door.
I was curious what he would think if I dragged these cuffs along the side of his flashy new truck. I’m sure they could leave a pretty nice scratch behind. It’s the least he deserved for essentially destroying my laptop.
“How would I know if I liked it if I didn’t spend a night first?” I fluttered my lashes and gave him a saccharine smile.
Derek stepped into me, caging me against the oversized truck and pressing my back into the door, putting more pressure on my arms, my chest pushing out from the position.
He rested his hands on either side of my head and licked his lips.
I could feel my stomach tighten and my breath hitch from his nearness.
Fuck, I hated him so much, but goddamn … he was so intense and hot.
Since the chaos between Charlotte and the CIA happened, he hadn’t left me alone for a second. He was everywhere, all the time now—my own personal fucking shadow.
He grazed his nose along my cheek, his rough stubble scraping against my skin. It felt so good that I had to fight the urge to lean into him.
He was a guilty pleasure, and I was on a strict diet .
“I’ve got somewhere you can spend the night,” He murmured into my ear, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs. God, I wanted to fuck him right now. It had been far too long since I’d had any kind of action; my body was practically screaming for it. A slut begging for sexual release.
I wondered if fucking him out of my system would make hating him that much easier. I bet he would finally leave me alone once he got what he wanted from me.
To use me just as I would him.
I swallowed as his nose trailed down the side of my neck and his warm lips pressed into my skin. Biting back a moan, I fisted my hands, my body beginning to shake with desire. Why did he have to smell and feel so fucking good against me?
He dropped one hand from beside my head and cupped my breast through my clothes, rolling it in his palm. My head fell back against the truck, and I angled it slightly to give him better access to my neck.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against me. I wanted to, and I was screaming at myself to stop him, but I couldn’t. I wanted this, needed it. After so long… Fuck…
My lips parted, and my breathing picked up as his hand moved down to my jeans, and he slowly unbuttoned them, dipping the tips of his fingers beneath my underwear.
I felt like I was floating; adrenaline rushed through my veins with anticipation.
I needed his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to play with me.
“Lex.” He breathed, biting down on the tender skin between my shoulder and neck .
The words escaped my mouth on their own, “Don’t stop.”
I loved hearing my name on his lips, but I hated that he affected me.
He was intoxicating.
Derek’s hand traveled further down until he was cupping his hand between my legs. I whimpered as I felt his middle finger glide up and down my center.
“Goddamn, Lex. You’re so wet,” He sucked in a breath as he slid his finger inside of me, “and tight.” I didn’t fight the moan that fell from my lips as I melted between his hard body and the door of the truck.
My arms tensed, and my wrists strained against the handcuffs as he added a second and third finger into me, pumping them slowly.
“Derek.” I breathed as he leaned his body further into mine, the heel of his palm pressed up against my clit, and my hips bucked for more friction. I was riding his hand and the wave of pleasure that came with it.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.” His free hand went behind my neck, pulling my head away from the door and tipping it further back, his lips dragging along my jawline, neck, and throat. I swallowed, drinking in every ounce of pleasure he granted me.
The way his stubble grazed against my skin made me imagine how it would feel in place of his hand. Fuck , I want to ride him in more ways than one.
Derek adjusted his position, spreading my legs wider with his knees so he could drive his fingers in deeper, his chest pressed up against mine.
I cried out as I continued to chase the high of his hand.
He moved his mouth back to my ear, tugging it lightly with his teeth.
The cuffs on my wrists scraped against the side of his truck as I trembled at the sensation.
“Come for me, Lex.” It was a whisper, an order, and the rush from his words sent me bending forward, curling in on myself, and he quickly turned me to press my chest up against the truck, his fingers still roughly pumping in and out of me without stopping, my cheek pressed up against the cold metal door.
His hips were grinding up against my ass, his chest flush with my arms and back now. I was at his mercy as he pulled his fingers back slightly, circling them hard against my nerves and sending me into a pleasure spiral.
I was standing on the edge of the world, ready to dive headfirst into the unknown; he played me so fucking well.
“I—I…” I gasped. Words foreign to me, my mind drowning in lust and desire as I pressed my forehead into the truck.
“Let go, pretty viper.” He murmured into my hair, dipping two fingers back into me and curling them in the perfect spot. My entire body tensed around his fingers, and my climax crashed through me like a tidal wave. The moan that came with it was just short of a scream.
He continued to curl his fingers, coaxing out every last drop of release from me. I sagged against the truck, panting as he removed his hand, buttoned my jeans, and removed the handcuffs from my now sore, red wrists.
I want more of this; I need more of him… One hit, and I was fu cking hooked.
Once free, I pushed myself off the door, glimpsing the scratches the handcuffs had left behind.
My chest rose and fell with my heavy breaths, and I watched as he swaggered around the front of his truck with his hands now in his pockets.
I staggered slightly, attempting to find my balance, as he chuckled.
“Where are you going?” I stared at him in disbelief, eyes flaring wide. There was no way he was just going to finger fuck me and leave. Was he being serious right now?
“Go home, Lex. You can get your laptop back from the CIA office on Monday.” He winked before opening the driver’s side door and climbing into his seat.
“Derek, what the fuck!” I shouted, rounding to the door just as he shut it, ignoring me.
He started his truck, pulled out of the parking lot, and headed down the alley. Leaving me behind in his wake.
I fisted my hands at my sides and screamed into the night, “You son of a bitch!”
Derek was a fucking dead man.