Chapter 44
Alex
When I get homethat night the lights are off except for the dull glow of the muted TV, and I see her curled up on my couch in front of it. I’m guessing she fell asleep after the game waiting for me, and I smile at the sight of her here in my space. I try to set my stuff down quietly and close the door, but I still manage to make enough noise that she stirs.
She sits up a moment later and grabs her temples, and I can see the wince she makes as she starts to stand up.
“Saint? You okay?”
“Umm. Hi. You’re back.” She grimaces as she tries to greet me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just a migraine. I get them sometimes. I thought if I took a nap it’d get better, but I think it’s worse. I should have taken something but after everything that happened, I was out of it.”
“Everything that happened?” I frown.
“Drew was here.”
“Here in my place?” My voice raises a little even though I don’t mean it to.
“I guess he has a key?”
“For fucking emergencies, not to barge in whenever he fucking feels like it.” I’d fucking forgotten about the fact that he still had the key. Probably something I should have taken back when I started to push boundaries with his ex-wife. Like fucking her on every surface in his old home. Fuck.
“Well, it was the latter. And we got into a huge argument.”
“An argument about what? Here, sit down. Do you have meds in your purse?” I eye it on the counter.
“Yes, can you bring me the little pill case in it?”
“Yeah.” I open her purse and thankfully it’s near the top, so I don’t have to go rooting through her private things to grab it for her. I take a turn around the counter and grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and bring them over to her.
“We argued about you and us, and him and me and… just everything. He was unloading about all the shit he’s pissed about.” She pulls out a couple of pills from the case and takes them with the water.
I sit down in the chair across from her. I figured Drew would do this. Realize his mistake and then lose his mind when he finally understood what he’d fucked up and lost in the process. Apparently seeing her with me was finally making him come to terms with it.
“And?” I ask, because part of me is preparing to hear that she feels bad for him or wants to forgive him. Some tiny stupid fucking voice in the back of my head is worried she’ll want him back even though I know she couldn’t possibly. She’s too smart for that. But he might not have been entirely wrong, she might be too smart to bet on me too.
“I told him to go fuck himself. But if he wasn’t sure before, he knows we’re fucking now. He’s pieced it all together between the other day at the house and then walking in on me in your shirt staying at your place when you’re not here.”
“Ah,” I say softly, replaying Colt’s warning in my head. “Yeah, I’m guessing that would do it. Fuck… I’m sorry I forgot he had a key.”
“It’s fine, but I highly recommend taking it back because he was furious. I wouldn’t put anything past him right now. I don’t…I don’t think he would try anything, but I don’t know. I’m worried.”
“I’m not fucking worried, Saint. He can do his fucking worst. If he thinks he can tell you who you can and can’t fuck, he has another thing coming.”
“He was very pissed though, and honestly, I don’t know if you can trust him anymore as your agent, Alex. I mean I’ve never understood you two or your friendship, but he was insistent that you were going to fuck me over, cheat on me, and that I was going to go running back to him. I told him we were together. I know that’s still kind of new and we haven’t talked about it in detail, but I didn’t want him to think he could put a wedge between us over this.”
“That’s fine,” I say quickly. Too quickly because hearing her claim us makes my heart kick up. I want her to, need her to. Because as far as I’m concerned, she’s mine now and I’d been hers for a long fucking time.
“I’m sorry though. About him and this migraine. I was so excited for your win before that. Congrats!” She gives me a brief smile.
I grin back at her but when she winces again, I go over and kiss her on her forehead. “What can we do for this though? What helps?”
“A hot shower? Massage? Dark rooms, sleep and… yeah. That would help. I don’t know if I can drive like this though. Could you maybe take me home? I’m so sorry.”
“Do you need to go home? I can take care of you here.”
“Are you sure? I feel awful. You’ve had a long day. I can stay in the guest room out of your way. I know you’re probably exhausted. I’m sorry.”
“Nah. Come on, Saint. Stop apologizing. A hot shower, giving you a massage and sleep sounds amazing.” I smile at her.
“You’re the real saint.” She grins at me and starts to stand but buckles over a bit. “Ugh. When I stand too fast like that it throbs. Like a mini caveman with a dull stone pick is hammering at my skull.”
“I got you.” I scoop her up off her feet before she can protest, and her arms go around my neck. “You up for taking a shower with me?”
“I mean, I’m not going to complain about seeing you naked. I just wish I was in a better state to enjoy it.” She gives me a mischievous grin.
“Don’t tease me, Saint. It’s gonna take all my willpower to be on my best behavior as it is.”
I set her down gently on her feet when we get to my bathroom.
She goes to reach for the hem of her shirt just as I turn on the light, and then turn it down, flipping on the under lighting in the shower to keep it dark enough for her. Her hands freeze mid-task, and she looks back at the lighting.
“Oh, I have so many comments about that.”
“About how useful it is in the current situation?” I give her a look.
“Ha.” She pulls her shirt up and then slowly starts to unbutton her pants, and I turn away because I feel like I shouldn’t be watching her when she’s not feeling well.
I flip on the water in the shower, turning on the jet sprays I usually use for the soreness in my back. I frankly could fucking use them myself because I’d taken more than a few beatings on the field today. Nothing quite like having a pile of linemen when a ball gets fumbled.
“All right. Water’s on and the jets are on a massage setting.”
“Again. So many comments,” she mumbles as she slides her clothes over the rail and starts to work the clasps on her bra.
“You’re just mad you didn’t know about them before,” I tease her quietly, pulling my shirt off and sliding out of the sweats and underwear I have on, tossing them both in the hamper.
“Maybe but I—“ She stops dead in her tracks as she turns and stares at me. Her eyes run over every inch of me in appreciation. “Holy fuck. That will never get old, will it?”
“Saint…” I grumble and open up the door motioning for her to get in the shower. “I told you. I’m fucking trying here with you looking like that. Not having seen you in a couple of days. So don’t make comments. I’m trying to take care of my sick girlfriend.”
But the way she looks at me makes all my blood travel south. It’s one of the most gratifying things on earth that her eyes travel over me the way they do. That she appreciates every inch of skin.
“You try to look at you and not fucking comment. This is me trying,” she protests. She walks in ahead of me and slides into the water stream, turning and letting it run over her back, letting out a weak groan.
“See, not commenting now, are we?” I tease her as I close the door.
“Oh, I’m commenting silently.” She smirks but her eyes are closed.
“Yeah, me too…” I say softly as I watch her back arch and the water ripple down her body, my cock growing hard and heavy between my legs. I shouldn’t be watching her like this, dying to put my hands on her, but she’s gorgeous. Gorgeous and all fucking mine. In my house where I can take care of her.
Her eyes slide open and drift over me, a small smile ghosting on her lips. I close the space in between us and kiss her softly.
“Turn around so I can massage your back.” I lean my head to the side, and she does as I ask.
Sliding her damp hair over one of her shoulders, I run my fingers down skating the surface of her skin. It’s fucking torture right now, when I want her so much. When I’ve only had her a handful of times and I want her dozens more. This was the kind of thing I was sure I might be able to train myself to do without fail over time, but right now when I’m so desperate it’s a struggle.
Thinking about coming back here was the only thing on my mind after the game. Hoping she was still here, waiting for me like she’d joked about.
I slide my fingers down her neck and over her shoulders, and she leans her head forward until I can find the nasty knot in her neck.
“This where it hurts?”
“Yes.” She lets out a short gasp and bucks when I run my knuckles over it. Her hip grazes my cock, and I know she must feel how hard I am. “Sorry. It’s tender,” she whispers.
“It’s okay…” I slide my hands over her shoulders, working the muscles and she tilts her head to the side to let me have better access. “Is this helping?”
She shifts underneath my touch. “Yes. Lots actually. Between this and the medicine it’s already starting to feel better.”
“Good. Come a little closer,” I guide her toward me so I can get a better angle.
She takes a quick breath suddenly and steps back into me.
“You okay?” I look down at her and there’s a sheepish grin spreading across her face.
“Yeah, just the um… jets.”
I grin when I realize what she means, and I gently shift her hips back in front of it.
“Fuck. Alex… don’t. With you touching me and that…” She steps back again.
“I mean theoretically it should help right. The release of endorphins…” I press a tentative kiss to her neck.
“Yes but…”
“But what?”
“It feels… indecent.”
“Indecent? That’s a fancy fucking word for someone whose brain hurts.” I place another kiss to her neck, and she arches back into me. “And I like you indecent.”
I nudge her back toward the jets and this time she doesn’t fight it.
“Spread your legs and lean back into me, Saint.”
She follows directions, and I run my hands over her shoulders. Desperate soft moans escape her, and she closes her eyes as she lays her head back against my chest.
I slide my fingers over her skin, doing my best to stay focused on her and not the way I’m getting harder with every little noise she makes. A moment later though and her fingers seek me out, gently wrapping around my cock and then tightening. I shift next to her, letting myself slip against the side of her hip as she fucks me with her hand and rocks against the friction of the water jets.
I try to keep my hands on her shoulders, stay on assignment, but one of my hands wanders down her side, sliding over her hip and then coasting its way back up, feeling every soft curve of her body. The roll of her hips and the pace of her hand over my cock picks up speed and her breathing is heavy. The way her face looks right now, like I’ve managed to bring her to the edge of bliss despite all the misery she’s had today; I feel like I could come just from looking at her.
She shudders then, murmuring a curse as her release finally hits her and her hand tightens around my cock as she feels it, bringing me to the edge of my own release. She pulls back from the jets, a quiet moan escaping as she licks her lower lip, but she keeps her hand wrapped around me working me closer. I want this from her so badly, but I feel guilty when I know she doesn’t feel well.
“Saint, I’m good… this is supposed to be about you.”
“I want you to come too.”
“Fuck,” I curse as she holds me even tighter. I wrap my arm around her, cupping her breast, and I fuck her hand as she holds me tight, the precum making me slip against her thumb as she strokes the underside of the head. A few more and I’m coming hard against her thigh, several streams of it painting the side of her hip and leg as she slowly releases her grip on me.
I turn her around and kiss her roughly, wrapping my fingers around her neck and continuing to run them over the muscles in an effort to finish the task we came in here for.
She leans into me, resting her head against my chest as I run my hands over her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better. Like I could melt into you.” She smiles against my chest and dots a kiss before she pulls back and looks at me. “Thank you.”
“I think I should be thanking you for how fucking hot that was. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
“Okay.” She gives me a lazy smile and raises onto tiptoes to kiss me again before she reaches for my body wash.
I could get used to this. Her needing me. Relying on me. Her in my shower. In my bed. Like this is our regular routine when I get in from out of town, with her waiting for me in my house. Our house. Really being mine for keeps.