Chapter Four #2
"If you want me to hang out here and put up with her, then I need to know what went down between the two of you." I needed the whole story if I was going to defend myself. Everyone else around here knew what had gone on between Alex and Julia. "It's obvious she’s hung up on you."
"We went out a few times," he said. "Mostly with Brenna and Ryan."
"But not always?"
He shook his head. "Before I left for Yale, we dated that summer. It didn't work out. She was still in high school, and I was ready to move on."
"She's been holding out hope for five years?" I asked.
Either he's that good, or she's that desperate. Maybe it was a combination of both?
"When I come home, we usually get together, but just to hang out with Brenna and Ry." He hurried to assure me. "I haven't been with Julia in over a year."
"So, you've had sex with her too?" I held up my hand. "You know what, I don't want to know. It's none of my business."
He sat on the bed next to me. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I don't want to keep secrets."
"I don't need to know all about your past," I said. "But, I don't want you to hurt me, either." Evan had told me a lot about Alex and his past relationships.
"I could never." He brushed his lips against mine. "You're very special to me."
"You're not interested in Julia?" I bit my bottom lip.
"Am I upstairs, alone with you?" he asked.
"I'm not interested in Julia. She's my sister's best friend and the sister of the man Brenna is probably going to marry.
They had this silly high school pact that Brenna would marry Ryan and Julia would marry me.
Brenna is getting what she wants, but Julia won't."
"She's still holding out hope," I said. "I can tell by the way she looks at you. She wants you."
"I don't want her." He pushed me back on the bed. "You have completely taken over my life, Jocelyn Andrews. You're all I think about and believe me when I say this: I have never been a one-woman type of guy."
"Oh." He saw the disappointment on my face.
"Until now." He kissed me. "I know I'm asking a lot, but you have to trust me. I won't hurt you."
"I do trust you," I said, and for whatever reason, I did.
I was taking a risk, but Evan had changed his mind when it came to me and Alex.
A month ago, he was doing everything he could to keep me away from his brother, but now he was encouraging me.
Evan knew his brother well, and if he thought everything was cool . . . .
I was falling in love with Alex Jordan. I was going to take a chance and go for it.
What did I have to lose?
"Alex," I whispered. "I . . . ."
"What is it?"
"I want you to touch me again." Heat rose in my cheeks. "Like downstairs."
"Are you sure? I got caught up and didn't mean to offend you, but you make me crazy."
"I like making you crazy." I smiled as I took his hand and moved it down my stomach.
He sat up and helped me to the top of the bed, resting my head on his pillows.
He kicked off his shoes, then gently straddled me, moving his hands to the buttons of my shirt.
"I can't work with this many clothes," he said as he undid the last button. He slipped it from my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. He pulled my legs up around his hips and pressed his hard-on against me. I could feel every inch of him through his jeans. "See what you do to me?"
I definitely felt what I was doin' to his little cowboy!
The thin silk material of my panties left nothing to the imagination. He was hard against my soft center, and I was practically soaked from the sheer sound of his voice.
He leaned down and found my lips, and the deeper our kiss became, the harder he ground into me.
We moved against one another at a frantic pace, his body hot against mine and my heart pounding against my chest. He continued to thrust against my panties as he slipped his hands underneath my tank top and over my bra.
He squeezed my breasts, then ran his thumbs over my nipples, all the while his hips crashing into me.
The sensation was delicious, but I wanted more, without the barrier of clothing.
"Jocelyn." He moaned my name. "I wish I could be inside you right now."
"I want that," I whispered. "Please . . . ." I was desperate to have him close, but I wasn't sure how close. Was I ready to have sex tonight?
He stopped moving and looked down at me. He seemed to be deep in thought, contemplating my request. He moved his hands down my ribcage and over my hips, then underneath my skirt. He grabbed my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs, before tossing them onto the floor.
My body shook over the reality of taking the next step. I wanted him, but was I ready? My body was screaming with need, but my head kept getting in the way. How was I supposed to know when the right time to sleep with someone was? Alex must have sensed my anxiety, because he pulled back.
"Relax," he whispered. "Just like downstairs, nothing else."
He rolled onto his side and hitched my leg up over his hip. He stroked my bare center, then pulled me into a deep, sensual kiss as he pushed his finger inside me. I was so wet I barely felt it slide inside. He added another finger and began to move at a nice pace as his thumb found my clit.
"Oh . . . ." I moaned. "Feels good . . . ." I closed my eyes and savored the moment.
It was the first time I’d ever been pushed to the brink. The sensation he was creating inside my body was amazing, but I wanted more.
"Come for me," he whispered against my lips. "Let go for me."
"I don't know how . . . ." I moaned. "Oh, God . . . ."
He continued working me with his fingers, then all of a sudden, I pushed violently against his hand, and the next thing I knew, I was trying to catch my breath as Alex pressed kisses along my jaw and neck.
I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me with the most satisfied look on his face. "Alex," I said, "that was, well, I've never . . . ."
"I know, sweetheart." He laughed. "Glad you liked it."
I didn't know much about sex, but I knew he had to be about ready to explode by now. "What about you?" Shouldn't I make him come or something?
"I'll be fine." He gently kissed my lips.
"But?" I blushed. "If you show me what to do, maybe I could . . . ." I wanted to die. The women Alex was used to being with didn't need to be shown what to do.
"There's no rush, Jocelyn." He tenderly stroked my cheek. "Let's just consider this lesson one."
"When can we get to lesson two?" I smiled.
"I told you you'd be the death of me." He laughed. "Lesson two would entail a little more time, and you have to get home by curfew."
"This is why Max likes you so much; you follow his stupid rules."
"I've been around long enough to know you don't piss off a girl's father, especially when he carries a gun for a living.
" He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his chest. We stayed that way and talked until I had to leave.
He insisted on following me home, though I argued it wasn't necessary.
Sarah and Jack were home at this point and agreed that Alex should follow me.
Sarah said she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Alex said it was because he was such a gentleman, but I knew none of them trusted my old car, and they didn't want anything to happen to me on the way.
I couldn't fight off all three of them. And, I kinda liked the attention.