45. Chapter Forty-six
Chapter Forty-six
Summer
Alec and I take a stroll around the commons. My body was full of adrenaline while we were at his aunt’s house, and as soon as the high wore off, I felt more nauseated and stuck in my head.
My father’s expression in the courtroom keeps making an unwanted appearance in my head. It’s hard to brush it away. Harder than I thought it’d be. All I can think about is all the little laughs we shared and how he fixed each boo-boo I got.
But when reality sets in, I remind myself. People really do change.
“I don’t know how you do it.” Alec grabs my hand and swings our arms back and forth as we take a turn down the small trail in the woods.
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “After everything this morning. Hell, after everything since we met, you’ve held yourself together. Most people wouldn’t be able to do that. They would drown themselves in alcohol, or worse. But you… you’re like a magical superwoman who comes out stronger with each spiral that is thrown at you.”
I laugh. “I could say the same about you.” And it’s true. He starts to shake his head, so I continue, “Being the person to find your parents after an overdose and then having to be forced to live with a bitch that doesn’t like you for some made up assumption… plus holding a solid piece of your heart together to be the one person that your baby sister relies on. I couldn’t imagine feeling the way you had but look at you. You fought through each of those emotions, each trauma that indulged inside of you, and became a musician. I don’t know about you, but I think Alec Sokolov is quite the superhero.”
I’m pretty positive I saw his cheeks blush, but I don’t say anything.
“Can I ask you something?” He stops walking, takes a seat on a large rock, and pats his hand down for me to join him. I am thankful it’s somewhat big enough for both of us.
“You can ask me anything, and I’ll tell you anything.”
He nods, smiling. “How the hell did you know my aunt knew about your father? I mean. She didn’t say anything at all, and you just knew.”
I sigh. It takes me a couple of seconds to give him an answer. “Honestly? I’m not sure, really. Body language, I guess. She held this composure, and I can’t exactly explain how I know or what I saw. It could have been the way her body shifted after each word I spoke. But I was watching her posture the entire time, and I guess it just sort of clicked.”
“And the recording?”
“I took a page out of your book.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.
“Wow.” That’s all he says.
“It’s not that impressive.”
“No, it’s pretty impressive.”
I roll my eyes, looking down at the ground. “OK, fine. I guess I kicked ass back there.”
Something inside of me flicks on. I’ve been so wrapped up in not knowing what to do with my life or knowing what I am meant to do, and this whole time, it’s been sprawled out right in front of me…
It wasn’t until now that I knew exactly what I needed to do…
I know my calling.
“Hey, Alec…” I look at him, not realizing he was staring at me the entire time my mind was wondering. The way his stormy eyes move from my eyes down to my mouth makes me lose my train of thought. My bottom lip appeared between my teeth, and my heart starts to beat faster. A feeling that I’ve grown accustomed to every time he looks at me this way.
He looks at me like he wants to devour me whole.
Alec grips the side of my face possessively, bringing his mouth to mine. He kisses me like I’m the last thing on Earth. The only thing he needs. Like, I’m that one in a million. The taste of him brought a spark between my legs, making my toes curl.
He breaks the kiss. My breath is staggered. “What were you about to say?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I bring my mouth back to his. The kiss is rough. My stomach flutters, and heat floods my body, warming my belly and spreading between my thighs.
He stands, pulling me up with him. His fingers fumble with the button of my pants before he drags them down over my ass.
Is this really happening?
In the woods, nonetheless.
Yes. Yes, I guess it is.
I kick off my flats and my jeans. I’m too aroused to acknowledge that sticks and rocks are on the ground.
Without breaking the kiss, he slides his pants down just enough for his hard cock to fling up, and he sits back down on the rock, pulling me on top of him. I straddle him, adjusting myself so that each of my legs is on the side of the rock.
He groans into my parted mouth, and I eat it up, biting gently on his lip. Breaking the kiss, he peers down my skin, kissing and nibbling along the expanse of my neck.
“Alec,” I start, but my thought vanishes when he takes my lobe into his mouth and drags his teeth along my flesh. He grips his length, placing the tip right at my entrance. He spreads my wetness around with the head of his cock.
“I don’t have a condom,” He admits, his head dropping to the ground.
I stop, my breathing stuttering, and stare at him before shaking my head. “It’s OK. I’m on birth control. Worst case, there is plan B.”
He looks hesitant. “Summer.”
I shake my head, closing my eyes for a second before opening them and looking at Alec’s eyes. “Just take me, Alec. I need you.”
He growls, pushing me down his length. My mouth parts at the feeling of having no barrier between us.
“Oh, my god,” I breathe.”
“You like that?” He guides my hips slowly.
“Y-yes. Fuck, yes.” I stutter.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer while I work up and down his length. His hands grope my body as he takes me. Claims me for what I am.
His.
I’m all his and wouldn’t want it any other way.
His fingers grip my hair right at the root. I ride him roughly. This is anything but soft and sweet.
“I’m so close,” I pant.
His head dips down, nipping the skin at my collarbone. My arm flies around his neck like I need to hang onto something because if I don’t, I’m going to lose myself.
Suddenly, a surge of electricity courses through me as he firmly grasps the tender flesh of my thighs and rises to his feet. My legs instinctively coil around him, creating a vice-like grip. Alec pivots, his tattooed hand firmly pressing against the rough bark of the nearest tree, providing him with stability. His other arm moves around my waist, holding me tight as he works his hips hard. The sound of our breaths intertwines with the rustling leaves, and the sensation of his thrusts reverberates through my entire being, leaving me screaming.
“Fuck, pretty girl,” he murmurs.
I grip the strands of his hair this time, pulling tightly as I cry out. The pleasure pulls me into the sky. Stars dance around my vision as my insides squeeze, and my pussy clamps around his length, leaving us both coming undone.
***
“I looked like a straight up fool.” Alec tosses me the plan B box my way, and I can’t help but giggle.
“I told you I would buy it…”
He drops onto the bed next to me, resting his head against a fist. “It was no big deal. I mean, I did tell the pharmacist I was afraid that my girlfriend was going to get me pregnant.”
My mouth drops. “You did not.”
He laughs. “I did. You should have seen her face.”
I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my laughter. “I can’t believe you. Next top story headline.” I wave my hands in a rainbow motion. “Alec Sokolov thinks he’s pregnant.”
We both laughed louder, and I couldn’t feel more normal than I do right now.
“On a serious note. I kind of felt like I owed it to you.”
My eyes squint, confused as to why he thinks he owes me anything. Then, I remember he kissed me first and stripped my bare ass in the woods… “It takes two to tango. And I don’t think a stick would have been satisfying enough for my needs.”
He sits upright, eyeing me as if I’m keeping secrets. “Are you comparing me to a stick? How many sticks have you fucked? Is this something I should be concerned about?”
I burst out laughing and shake my head. I knew he was going along with my joke by the way his tone shifted. My laugh faded, and so did the smile I had on my face when I look down at the Plan B box. He places his hand on the small of my back and tilts his head, trying to read me. I sigh, flipping the box over to read the instructions on the back before opening the top and pulling out the single pill.
“What’re you thinking?” he asks.
I reach for my water bottle and twist the cap open, taking a sip before I swallow this pill. “I’m not having second guesses if that’s what you’re thinking… I was just.” I shrug. “I was thinking about my future.” I plop the pill into my mouth and swallow it down with a decent amount of water.
“What about your future?”
“I’m going to go to school to become a detective. I was wondering what my father would think or how he would feel. I know it’s stupid to think about considering all that he’s done, but I can’t help myself but think about it. Is that wrong?”
Alec licks his lips and moves behind me. His arms come around my waist, pulling me back so I’m leaning against him. “He’s your father. You’re going to have those feelings. I also think that you’d be a damn good detective.”
I smile at the compliment and lean into him a little more. “You think so?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good, because I already sent in my application.”
***
I stare out the window, chewing on my thumb, waiting for the mail truck to pull up. I don’t think I’ve been this nervous before simply waiting for a piece of paper to tell me whether I am accepted.
It’s been a dream of mine to attend the best college in New England. Academically, I should have been accepted when I was planning to be a nurse, but unfortunately, standards had put my application on the back burner.
This time, I pushed harder. I spoke directly to the school directory, and I wouldn’t say I begged for them to let me in, but…
Who am I kidding? I begged hardcore. If I were in person, I’d be on my hands and near with tears streaming down my face, begging them to let me enroll even though it’s late in the season.
I guess after expressing my trauma and updating them on both my mother and father, they felt bad. Was it wrong to use that as leverage to get an application in? Yes, but it worked.
And for that, I don’t feel bad.
The truck pulls up, and I eagerly watch as the mailman walks up to the front of the apartment. He’s not in view from where I’m peeking out of the window, so I wait casually until he’s walking back and getting inside the truck. As soon as he drives away, I leap up, run down the stairs and grab the mail from the box. I flip through a few of the envelopes addressed to Alec, but I have a mini heart attack as soon as I see my name in bold letters.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
This is it.
I head back inside, nervously tapping the stack of mail in my palm. When the door closes, I sit at the bar-like counter and stare at the letter. My anxiety is taking over, my heart beating a mile a minute, and now I’m wishing Alec wasn’t two hours away with the band… I would have him open it instead.
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I inhale deeply before my shaky hands pick up the crisp white envelope. I turn it over and slide my finger in the corner to tear the paper, pulling out the paper.
Another deep breath, and I slowly unfold the paper with my eyes squeezed shut. I open one eye, making a small glance down at it, but both eyes shoot open when my eyes land on the first sentence.
Oh my god.