40. Lena
CHAPTER 40
Lena
I wake surrounded by warmth. And something solid next to me in the bed. Shit, is that a person? Did I go home with someone last night?
Oh my god.
I can’t remember much past the happy hour margaritas. I vaguely recall forcing Anya into what I told her was barhopping, but she didn’t seem impressed.
I’m afraid to open my eyes and see who it is. And why they’re still holding me.
My stomach turns, and I go to roll away, but his grip is unrelenting. I try again, and he speaks.
“Lena.”
I know that voice.
“I’m gonna be sick,” I manage to say. His arm lifts away from me, and before I can move, my stomach churns. I throw up right where he was lying. I don’t know how the fuck he moved so fast, but he’s already off the bed, watching as I lose whatever was left in my stomach.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I wipe at my mouth as I stare at the pink mess on the sheet beside me. I’m never drinking anything pink again.
I cover my mouth as I feel the urge to throw up again, and manage to get up and run to the bathroom this time. I make it to the toilet and hurl again, but hardly anything comes up.
Dropping down to my ass, I sit next to the toilet and look up to find Alek leaning against the doorjamb, naked. His cock is semi-hard, no gloves in sight, and he’s watching me.
“How did I get here? And did we…?” I glance down and see I still have on my dress and panties.
“You spewed on me, and you spewed on my bed. So no, we did not,” he says.
“So then why are you naked?” I ask, too shameless to look away.
“I figured, what was the point? You know, with you vomiting all over me throughout the night. If you look on the floor next to your side of the bed, you might even find a half-eaten chicken nugget.” I cringe at his words. “Though you did try to rub my cock several times in your sleep.”
I gasp
“You should shower; you stink. And now I need a new mattress.”
“I’ll buy you a new mattress,” I tell him breathlessly. Oh my god. The horror and shame.
“Why did you drink so much last night?” he asks as he steps past me to the shower, and his toned ass comes into view as he turns the water on. I stare at it because it’s a damn good-looking ass. Fuck, I feel horrible, yet my pussy still throbs at the thought of him inside me.
I’m seriously messed up. Maybe I’m still drunk.
“I was celebrating my last night and got carried away at happy hour. I saw you at the show,” I say quietly.
“You were phenomenal, as you always are. I’m sorry I couldn’t partake in ‘one margarita, two margarita’ with you.”
“Oh my god,” I say on a groan, putting my head in my hands, remembering bits of the night.
He smirks as he bends down and starts tugging at my dress. “But I very much would like to take you out to celebrate. Whatever you like.”
“I never want to drink again. ”
He chuckles. “We don’t have to drink to celebrate, Lena.”
I let him pull the dress off, lifting my arms to help as I remain on the floor. When it’s off, I’m left in just my G-string. He looks down at me, fucking me with just a stare.
“I don’t know if I can have sex with you right now,” I say as I look at his very hard cock, which is right in front of my face.
He chuckles. “Sweetheart, you’re the only one suggesting it. I’m trying to get you to shower.”
But, damn, it’s hard not to want to fuck this man.
“Shower,” I say, nodding. I manage to stand, and as I do, my hand hits his cock. “Cock!” I scream, and pull my hand away. He fights a smirk.
“Didn’t know you were into slapping,” he says. Then he glances down at his cock. “He likes it, if you want to do it again.” His cock twitches at his words.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly say. I can only act like a quarter of a person right now.
“I’m not,” he replies, then turns and steps into the shower. I follow him. His shower is big enough for the two of us, and I can smell myself now. I do stink.
He hands me a toothbrush with toothpaste already on it, and I instantly put it in my mouth, start brushing, then spit the foam onto the shower floor. He raises a brow.
“Spitting too. Damn, what else have you been hiding from me?” I know he’s joking. And I get a warm feeling in my chest because he doesn’t usually joke. Always so serious. I hand him the toothbrush, and he puts it in his mouth. My own mouth opens in surprise.
“What?” he mumbles around the toothbrush.
I say nothing and reach for the body wash.
He just watches me with those come-fuck-me green eyes, and I can’t help but watch him too.
He didn’t touch me last night. Not even as I was supposedly touching him in my sleep. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a gentleman, but to me, he is that and more. He is such an unusual man, and I get confused every time I’m around him. Because when I’m with him, my world drops away, and I only see him. It’s like he creates some type of bubble and wraps it around us, but sooner or later, we both know it’s going to pop. Something this intoxicating can’t hold out forever, can it?
“Wash my back?” he asks, and turns around. “You drooled all over it.”
“I did not,” I scoff, then take his loofah and start washing his back. I take my time, scrubbing the hard planes of muscle, and he just stands there, letting me touch him. I don’t take for granted the fact that he lets me touch him. I understand that he doesn’t give that away willingly. I don’t even know if he has before, so I take full advantage of it, and I let my other hand roam down his side until I reach his waist. My fingers rest at the start of his V, and I can feel him sucking a breath at my touch, but again, he makes no move to reach for my hand and pull it even lower.
A small part of me wants him to take control, but the bigger part knows I don’t want him to, even though I’ll enjoy every second of his authority.
My circles are slow on his back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m a good girl, remember? A smart girl.
He slowly turns, the water trailing over his face and down his chest. His hands wrap around my waist, and I can’t help but look down at his well-groomed, beautiful fucking cock.
“Lena,” he says, voice gravelly, and before I can even stop, I throw myself at him.
I just can’t resist this man, and all I can see or want to see is him.
Just him.
All of him.
He catches me. Of course he does.
I feel like I could jump from a cliff and he would catch me. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him between my thighs, and he lifts me slightly higher before he pulls me back down and slides straight into me.
Heaven.
Hello, God, are you there?
I find his mouth. He tastes like peppermint, and I bet I do too. He kisses me back, neither of us moving at first. I feel so full with him inside me, like I’ve been starved from the last time he stayed with me for the night.
“Fuck, you’re perfect for me. You were made for me, weren’t you, sweetheart,” he says against my lips. He gives a small thrust, and it strokes everything inside me in the right places. Leaning in, I bite his shoulder and dig in until I break the skin. “Use me,” he breathes, encouraging me to keep on fucking him up.
He pulls me down even harder so he is seated fully in me, filling me.
Fuck, it feels good.
“Use me,” he says again, and I bite my way up his neck until I get to his chin, where I nibble before I find his lips and bite the bottom one. He kisses me back and takes everything. Perfectly.
“Harder,” I demand, and his hands on my hips move me up and down on his cock with more force. “ Harder,” I say again, pulling away from his lips. “Fuck, I want you to come inside me,” I breathe, deprived of any thought that isn’t about pure, carnal bliss.
“You going to milk my cock, sweetheart?”
Fuck, his filthy mouth. I bite down on his bottom lip again and grunt, my nails digging into his flesh. “Yes, I want it all.”
“So fucking greedy.” He encourages me as I move my mouth to his shoulder and sink my teeth in, muffling my cry, riding the wave and realizing that hot water is still raining over us.
He leans back to stare into my eyes as he grabs my throat and pounds into me. “So fucking perfect.”
I can’t help but smile because I know he means it. Alek may be many things. Some of which I haven’t yet been able to come to terms with, but a liar he is not. “Do you like my pussy, Aleksandr?”
His eyes go hooded. I know he loves how I say his name.
“Alek.” His name is spoken from outside the shower, and I freeze. He pushes me against the wall and slams into me again. Gripping my ass with his hands, he moves me as someone says his name again. I realize then it’s a woman. I pull back a little to look at him.
“Who is that?” I ask with a heavy breath. But he keeps thrusting, and my orgasm hits me hard. It rocks me, and I scream his name. I can’t help it; it falls from my lips effortlessly.
“Who are you in there with?” the voice asks.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” he says against my neck. He bites down, and I feel him suck on my skin before I pull away, because I know exactly who that is, and I feel like I’m going to break apart. Every-fucking-time, she’s there.
“Put me down,” I command.
Within seconds, our bubble is shattered. He does as I ask, putting me down. I step out of the shower, and I’m not at all surprised to find Cinita in his bedroom.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say under my breath, not even embarrassed by the fact that I’m naked.
Cinita seems startled, her eyes wide when she sees me. “Lena?” Her expression twists. “Wow, I didn’t take you as someone to go after what’s mine.”
What’s hers?
I bite my tongue, too fucking hungover for this kind of shit.
Alek walks out then, putting a towel around himself and then one over my shoulder to try to cover me up.
“Why the fuck are you in my room?” he asks her.
I shrug off his hold and grip the towel. Wrapping it around me, I look back at her and see her staring at his bare hand that was just touching me.
“I didn’t hear you come in last night,” she says and pouts her bottom lip. I want to laugh, as it’s so clear how she manipulates him.
“I told you last night you were to leave by this morning. Now, get the fuck out of my house.”
“But I thought—” She stops and looks at me with a fiery rage. “Is she the reason you don’t want to touch me, or are you just collecting broken women now?”
“You’re a piece of work, you know that,” I shoot back angrily. I’ve fucking had enough.
“I thought you knew we were living together. Where else would I go?” she says with a casual shrug. “Sorry he’s been two-timing you, love.”
I scoff. “I know for a fact he wouldn’t touch you. And, I don’t know, maybe you can move in with one of the men you’re actually fucking.” My tone is venomous.
“Out,” Alek yells from behind me.
She’s shocked, and even I flinch under the harshness of his tone. I stay frozen as tears well in her eyes and then she runs out of the room. I step away from him, but he moves in front of me so quickly, I almost get whiplash.
I realize he’s blocking me from running. “Your dress has vomit on it. You can wait till Anya brings you clothes, and we can talk calmly about this. Cinita won’t be staying here anymore. She was supposed to be gone as of this morning.”
“Is that where you were last night?” I scoff in disbelief. “After I sang, you went to be a hero for her and kill the bad men for her? Then, what, felt sorry for my drunk ass and picked me up?”
He seems shocked. “No. It’s not like that, Lena, I swear to you. I’ve done this so I can move forward with you. There is nothing between Cinita and me.”
I sneer. “Just because you haven’t put your cock in her, Alek, doesn’t mean you’re not susceptible to her charm. She’s been playing you like a fiddle all these years. You don’t have room for someone like me in your life. And I don’t have room for you in mine.”
“Lena, I did this for us,” he insists, grabbing my hand, his expression twisting in ways I don’t think it even was aware it could.
“Give me some clothes. I don’t care if they’re yours. I just need to get the fuck out of this house.”
His jaw tightens, and he walks to the closet and pulls out a shirt. I take it from him, then drop the towel to the floor and slide it on. Then he hands me a pair of boxers, and thankfully, they fit once I roll the waistband a few times.
I don’t know what I expect from him. To fight? To scream? We’re not even a thing, and my jealousy is an unrelenting beast, and I’m the one it’s hurting the most.
“I need to get the fuck out of here,” I say as I grab my handbag from the side table. I then notice the nugget he’d mentioned earlier. Oh fuck, I really did vomit all over his room.
“Tell me what I need to do, Lena,” he begs as I head out of his room.
“I don’t know, Alek. You gloat about how good you are at killing people. Why don’t you put a bullet in her head?”
Cinita gasps from where she’s standing at the end of the hallway.
“Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that. I—” I look at him, those forest-green eyes that suck me in too often meeting mine. “I don’t like this part of me. This isn’t who I am.”
I push past him and then Cinita, who’s glaring at me as I walk out the door.
Clay holds the car door open as Anya steps out of the back seat, removing her designer sunglasses. “Oh, Lena, good to see you’re part of the living still. I brought you clothes.”
“I want to leave,” I say, storming toward her. Finally, she seems to really look at me and then notices everything going on behind me.
Her gaze narrows, and she places a hand on my shoulder as she pushes me toward the car and steps in front of me as Alek tries to grab me.
“Why is Cinita still here, Alek?” Anya spits, her slight accent thicker and tone furious.
Alek pauses. “She was supposed to be gone by this morning. I just need to talk to Lena. To explain.”
“No,” Anya says, pointing at him and staring him down. “Not today. You don’t get to hurt her twice. Clean up your mess, Alek.”
My heart fills with the way she stands up for me.
It’s like having a protective sister.
She leans toward him and says something else, but I can’t hear what she says.
She gets in the car and slams the door, furious. But she’s quick to brush her hand over her hair to make sure not one piece is out of place.
“I swear if he weren’t my brother, I’d kill him for making you cry.”
I burst into tears, and she seems taken aback, unsure as to what to do. Hesitantly, she pats my shoulder. I know it’s because I’m hungover and tired, but is it really supposed to be this hard?
And why would I say those ugly things?
“Even I can’t remove my brother’s shackles for him,” Anya admits. “But I know he loves you, Lena. As best as what people like us can.”
I sob and say, “What if it’s not enough for me?”
She’s silent for a moment until she says, “Then that’s all right.”