Chapter 12
brANDON
Lexi was incredible. She was everything that I wanted in a partner.
She was funny, smart, beautiful, and our sexual chemistry was off the charts.
I stared in awe of her as her chest fell to the bed, ass still up in the air.
Fuck, I’d never tire of that view, I thought as I moved to scoop her up.
I needed to get her cleaned up before she passed out.
As I rolled her towards me, she had a goofy smile on her face, clearly cum drunk. “That was ah-mazing,” she slurred.
“You were amazing,” I responded honestly and kissed her temple, still slick with sweat.
Reaching behind her, I lifted her and carried her to my en suite.
I thought about drawing a bath and washing her, but that didn’t seem like something Lexi would be into at this stage of our relationship.
Not that she would use that word to describe whatever we were to one another, either.
I thought better of the more intimate act and turned on the shower with her still in my arms.
When the water was warm, I stepped into the shower, letting the spray wash over us both. “Mmmm, that feels nice,” Lexi said before seeming to come to her senses and attempting to push me away. “Let me down, Brando.” I did as she asked and gently set her down, making sure she was steady on her feet.
“Are you okay?” I asked, curious about where her head was at.
She reached past me for my body wash and squeezed a healthy portion into her palm. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered plainly, not meeting my eyes.
I gripped her chin softly and tilted her head so she had to look me in the eyes. “Are you sure?”
She twisted her chin out of my grasp. “Yeah, I said I’m fine.” She started washing herself and then continued, “Listen, I’m okay, really, that was hot. I haven’t come like that in a long time.”
“You’ve come like that before?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Fine. Okay, I guess not. I’ll give you that.
You, my friend, can fuck,” she chuckled as her soapy hands moved over her curves.
She turned away from me, and my eyes followed the water and bubbles trailing down over her ass.
Fuck, maybe this was a mistake. My brain wanted to talk about things, but my cock had other ideas.
“Is that what we are, Lexi? Friends?” I asked as I crowded her, my cock pressing into her back.
She spun around, her eyes wide. “How are you ready to go again?” She shook her head as if trying to focus. “Listen, we need to talk.”
I winced, hoping she wouldn’t shut things down before we even had a chance to start something.
She pointed back and forth between the two of us. “This shouldn’t have happened. I promised Daphne I wouldn’t, but I can’t seem to help myself with you.”
“The feeling is mutual, I assure you,” I beamed back at her.
She placed a hand on my chest. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, buddy. This can’t be anything serious. I’ll admit, I’d like to keep you in the rotation, but you need to know I don’t do feelings or relationships. If you want to fuck again, I’m in. Otherwise, this ends here and now.”
I laughed, but I had the feeling she was being dead serious.
Keep me in the rotation? Nope. If she were with me, I would not be sharing her.
I leaned into her, causing her to back up, pressing her back onto the cool tile of the shower.
“I don’t share, Sweetheart.” Reaching between us, I cupped her center.
“If you’re fucking me, this is mine and no one else’s. ”
She jutted her chin up at me and pushed me back. “Fine. But when this thing has run its course, and it will, we both walk away. Don’t go falling for me, because I’m not interested.”
“Noted.” I wondered if she’d been hurt before, and that’s why she was so anti-relationships, but I had a feeling that digging deeper to find out was going to be nearly impossible. She didn’t seem like the sharing type, although she intrigued me, and I wanted to peel back all of her layers.
She quickly rinsed herself and then moved to get out of the shower. As I grabbed her arm to stop her, she glowered back at me. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone actually glower before that moment. I released her and raised my hands in surrender. “Easy, Sweetheart.”
“I’ve gotta go, Brando. Let’s not make it weird.”
“How am I making it weird?” I asked.
“By trying to get me to stay. Come to think of it, that’s another rule.
No sleepovers.” She ticked off each rule on her fingers.
“No sleepovers, no feelings, no telling anyone. Oh, and no romantic shit.” Still standing at the entrance of the shower, beads of water trailing down her curves, she looked sexy as hell.
“Is there a rule that says I can’t tell you how goddamned beautiful you are?” I couldn’t stop the words as they spilled from my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Brando.” She rolled her eyes and then turned to step out of the shower, waving her hand in my direction. “I’m leaving. Message me about the tattoo. I still want to do that.”
This fucking woman.