Chapter 40
Harper
I slidemy panties off and lean over like he tells me to, glancing up at him in the mirror as he watches me. The way his eyes eat me up, sliding over every inch of me like I’m the only thing he can see makes me feel like I can believe the things he says to me. The way he praises me and tells me I’m beautiful. And like he has the ability to hear my thoughts he smiles, and his eyes meet mine in the mirror.
“You’re fucking perfect, Saint. So—fucking—perfect I can barely stand it.”
He steps forward and his cock brushes against my core. I sigh at the contact, closing my eyes for a moment to appreciate how good he feels against me. How lucky I am to have him right now. His hand coasts up the side of my hip, dipping down and grabbing my ass, digging his fingers in while he tests me, teasing me with the tip in the process.
“I need you, so fucking bad right now,” he murmurs, his eyes following the path his fingers take.
“I need you,” I answer him, and he glances up for a moment like he’s surprised that I said it. A tentative smile forming on his lips.
“Good, ”cause you’re gonna take me fast and hard.”
A second later he’s sliding inside me, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the size of him before sliding out and back in again. He’s careful but his fingers dig into me, and he adjusts his stance, taking my hips and pulling me into place.
“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet. Feels fucking perfect. You good?” He checks me in the mirror, his eyes meeting mine.
I nod, and another soft moan escapes me as he slides a touch deeper.
“Good girl. Now you’re gonna take my cock like you should have, and I want to hear you.”
He doesn’t waste time after that, thrusting into me fast and deep. His breathing turns rough and hard, and I have to use my hands against the mirror to brace myself, leaving handprints in the wake of it. Each thrust forward has me grinding against the edge of the cold counter, and I have to focus on my breathing to not come too quickly. I give him what he asks for though, every moan and whimper that I’d normally try to hold back.
I watch him in the mirror, sweaty and ragged as he fucks me hard, chasing his own release along with mine. He’s a fantasy come to life like this, fucking me like he’s desperate, and I’m the only one who can give him what he wants.
He catches me watching him and he grins.
“I knew you’d like watching me fuck you like this,” he says between heavy breaths. He changes his angle then, just a fraction of an inch and it lines us up perfectly. I can feel my orgasm building almost immediately, his cock so deep inside that I don’t know if I’ll ever forget how he feels.
“You feel so fucking good. So fucking deep,” I admit and it spurs him on, faster and harder, taking me so close that I can feel the edge of it. So close I can taste it.
Then I hear the door downstairs slam and my heart slams against my chest with it. My eyes go wide, and I meet Alex’s in the mirror. But he doesn’t look worried or scared. Maybe he doesn’t understand or didn’t hear it.
“Fuck!” I whisper loudly. “That could only be Drew. He was coming by to get stuff. I forgot what time.”
“Yeah,” he gives me a self-satisfied grin and continues to fuck me, not missing a beat.
“If he—” I gasp when he digs his fingers in and thrusts a little deeper than before.
“If he what? Sees me fucking you? I hope he does. He can take fucking notes on all the ways I fuck you better.”
“Alex…” The parts of his ego that I find so arrogant other times are insanely hot in this moment.
“If you’re worried about it, then you better come for me. Because that’s the only way you’re getting out of this room.” He gives me a look that levels me and my body responds in kind, everything pooling low and warm, the edging sensation of pleasure returning.
I lay against the counter, my head down against my arms and try to focus. Trying hard not to think that my ex-husband could be trudging up the steps any second to find his best friend buried deep inside me, fucking me to the edge of what’s threatening to be one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Saint.” His voice is a low warning, and I lift my eyes to his in the mirror.
“I want your eyes on me.”
“Okay,” I whimper the word because just as I go to speak, he changes his position again and it gives me just the little bit extra I need. “Fuck, Alex. That’s so good.”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me now?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Come for me. Come hard on my cock. Let him hear you”
Him hearing me is terrifying, but I can’t stop the moan that comes out of me. I cover my mouth with my hand as quickly as I realize it and my eyes snap up to the door and then to his.
But his eyes are shuttered, and I can feel him inside me, fucking me through his own release. He bends over me as he slows down, kissing down the line of my spine before he threads his fingers through my hair and uses gentle force to pull me back against him.
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. You know that? And the way you sound when you come on my cock like that? Fuck. You’re gonna steal my fucking soul, Saint.” He kisses the side of my jaw and runs his hand down the center of my body, studying me in the mirror.
“You better get dressed though because he’s coming up the stairs. Unless you want to be caught.” He grins at me like he wouldn’t give a fuck if Drew did see us.
“Fuck.”
He’s right. I already hear the trudging sound of footsteps up the staircase. It snaps me back into reality and I grab my clothes and start to hurry to put them on. He cleans up in record time and drops the condom in the trash and then reaches for the door.
“I’ll try to buy you time.” He winks at me before he closes it behind him.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were here.” I hear Drew’s voice at the bedroom door a moment later, and I feel all the air whoosh out of my lungs at how close that was. I snap my bra into place and then reach for my pants.
“Yeah. Helping Saint get more of her stuff out of the house. She said you needed something today?”
“Yeah. Some boxes out in the garage I already loaded and a few I need to get in the basement. Where is she?”
“Changing in the bathroom.”
“Changing?” Drew asks like that’s a stupid thing for me to be doing right now
“Yeah, she got something on her shirt and we’re going out after this.”
“Another fake date for the cameras?” Drew’s tone is smug, and I pray that Alex doesn’t take the bait.
“Something like that. She makes it so easy. Always so fucking happy when I’m around. People seem to love it. Might have to keep it going a while.”
“She’s a good actress.”
I go stark still when I hear Drew say it. Waiting and pleading. I hear a choked sound come from Alex, and I’m just thankful he keeps his thoughts to himself because I don’t need to clean blood out of the carpet up here.
I throw my shirt over my head and run my fingers through my hair, trying to put myself back together as fast as possible. It’s a waste of time because as I glance at the mirror, I can see what a mess I look like. How thoroughly fucked I am. My cheeks are still brightly flushed, my lips are swollen, and there’s still the remnants of redness where he’d put his hands all over me. Except I don’t know that I care.
I glance at the wedding dress laying over the side of the tub, and smirk before I open the door. Both their heads swivel when I do, matching surprised expressions that morph into a cocky smile on Alex’s part and the ghost of a snarl on Drew’s.
Drew’s eyes fly to Alex’s and the accusation in them is unmistakable. The smile that Alex gives him in return has Drew flexing his fist. Which would be a wildly stupid mistake on Drew’s part because Alex would flatten him in seconds.
“Sorry, had to change. Got dirty while I was grabbing some dusty boxes. Just getting the last of my things out of the closet.” I feign a smile.
“Leave your dignity in there too?” Drew snaps at me.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her.” Alex takes a step toward Drew and in front me.
“No. Just a wedding dress. In case you want to give one of your future mistresses other hand-me-downs like the ring.”
Drew’s eyes dance with a mixture of anger and hurt, his mouth tightens into a line, and I wait for him to argue, but Alex’s presence keeps him silent.
“Alex? Could you please get the last of the boxes in there?” I ask him softly and he nods at me, flashing a warning look at Drew before he goes into the bathroom to grab the boxes I’d left on the floor.
“We’re going to be heading out. Can you get the boxes in the basement quickly?”
“I really think we need to talk. Alone.”
“About what,” I say the words as a statement more than a question and shake my head because we both know there’s nothing here that can change.
He blows out a frustrated breath and runs a hand through his hair, opening his mouth to say something before Alex appears with the boxes and his eyes go hard again.
“You ready, Saint?” Alex looks at me.
“Yep.” I nod.
“Get your stuff and go.” I nod to Drew and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was about to shed a tear.
I guess that’s the way things end when a marriage goes bad. With a quiet little bit of remorse for all the stuff you fucked up and should have done better and now have zero ability to change.