11. Katherine/Alex
KATHERINE/ALEX
Katherine
I sink back in the circle of his arms as he pulls me tightly to him. My eyes drift closed again, and the last of the stress melts away.
“Are you okay?” he rumbles into my hair.
“I am now.” I squeeze his forearms. He’s got me. Him and those strong arms, that solid chest, those shoulders that defy the weight of the world.
Can we do this every day? The both of us, a bubble bath, all those muscles, and the coarse hair on his calves, teasing my overly sensitive skin.
“I’m sorry I missed you earlier,” I say.
“It was a spur-of-the-moment idea,” he says, as if it was nothing to leave his office and haul ass across town to see me in the middle of the day. “How was your lunch?”
He slides a hand down the inside of my right thigh, an innocent touch that does naughty things to my libido. I nestle closer, then turn and press a kiss to his shoulder.
“Boring, painful, unfruitful,” I say.
“Painful?”
Of course he homes in on that word.
“Finding out your mother isn’t the person you—no... That’s not right, either. It’s not that I thought she was someone else; it’s more like the death of a dream. Does that make sense?”
“It does.” He brushes a kiss against the top of my head. “I’m sorry.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the hot burn of tears I didn’t let fall earlier.
He doesn’t say a word as I cry. There’s nothing to be said.
Nothing to say that would fix this.
He just holds me as I tuck myself tighter into his embrace, quietly letting the tears fall.
I was so wrong about so many things. And seeing the truth now feels like a stubborn Band-Aid being ripped from my skin.
My father was never the monster my mother made him out to be after their divorce, but I was too young to see past her lies.
There’s more to life than duty, but I was so absorbed in being the best and fulfilling my mother’s expectations that I never lifted my head from the fog to see the sunlight.
I cry for time wasted. For lies told. For innocence lost. And because I could have missed this.
If I hadn’t gone through everything I did, I might not have been at that auction.
I might not have caught Alex and Gabe’s attention.
I might not have had the panic attack that set us on this path of discovery.
Finally, I sit up and wipe my eyes. “Sorry I’m such a mess.”
“Don’t apologize.”
I look at him over my shoulder. He’s so steady. A rock in a turbulent river. My lighthouse in the storm. He leans forward, cupping my cheek.
“Never apologize for having feelings.”
My smile is wobbly. He’s incredible. “I was apologizing for crying all over you.”
“Don’t,” he murmurs with a single shake of his head. “I’m strong enough to handle them.”
And now I want to cry again. But I climb into his lap instead. We’re a tangle of limbs. Hands touching, caressing, lips locking.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He kisses his way down my neck, across my collarbone. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. His hands glide down my back, slick from the bubbles, and close over my hips. He pulls me down just as he thrusts up, grinding that gorgeous cock between my legs.
Moaning, I kiss every inch of him I can. “I need you. Fuck me.”
Desire coils so tight, a fever pitch threatening to send me out of my mind if he doesn’t get inside me soon.
“No.”
“No?” I parrot.
He shoves a hand into my hair, holding my lips just above his. “That’s not what you need, Beauty, and we both know it. So no, I won’t fuck you. But I will make love to you.”
I melt against him, kiss him sweetly, wishing I could just crawl into his chest and stay there. “I love you so much.”
“Good. Because I love you.”
His hands move me back a few inches on his thighs, and those thick fingers tease between my legs. The first brush of my clit makes my hips jerk. I gasp, and he chuckles, the rich sound so rare I play it over in my mind to memorize it.
“You’re so slippery. Are you ready for my cock?”
I nod, squirming against his fingers. Gosh, that feels good. Like we were born to do exactly this, together, endlessly. His touch is both gentle and deliberate. He knows exactly how to touch me.
Finally, he pulls me down onto his cock. The stretch takes my breath away, and my mouth drops open on a cry that never comes. His fingers flex into my hips, massaging as they encourage me to take more.
“That’s it.”
I’m a series of never-ending gasps and sighs as I slide farther down his shaft. I swear, every time is like that first time, where he nearly split me in half.
“Damn, honey. You’re so tight.”
I give him a quick squeeze with my inner muscles and then get back to work.
The tub is massive, giving us plenty of space to maneuver.
But the hard surface bites into my knees as I raise and lower myself on his lap.
Hands on his shoulders, I bottom out and freeze because holy hell.
In this position, he’s rearranging my insides.
“You okay?”
“Mhmm.” I breathe through it. That’s all I can do. He’s giving me exactly what I wanted. And boy, is he giving it to me.
I snicker at my own immature thought.
“Share with the class.”
I tell him what I was thinking, and he lets go of my hips, slides his hands up my torso, and cups my cheeks. When I’m looking into those dark, watchful eyes, he says, “I’ll always give you what you need. You know that, right?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. This man. “How did I get so lucky?”
It’s my turn to sink my fingers into his hair and kiss him like I’ll die if I don’t. Because I honestly feel like I will. My chest is so tight. Every ounce of me wants something I can’t even put a name to. I’m fucking feral for him.
Nipping his bottom lip, I grind against his hips. The water teases my lower back, adding to the impeccable sensations.
Beside us, my phone chimes. I ignore the text and lift up.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
Ding.
I sink back down, the fit a tiny bit easier this time. I keep at it until I’m taking him as deep as he can go. Until my clit grinds against his dark curls. Until my brain lights up and I explode, a cry bursting from my chest.
He groans, and I can tell from the way he holds so still, holds me so still, he’s fighting off his own orgasm. His muscles ripple and strain beneath me. I can’t help but accept the challenge.
Just as soon as I return to my body.
Alex
As soon as Katherine comes down off her orgasmic high, she lifts her head from my shoulder. Her expression is soft, dreamy, and sated, but there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“That was amazing.” She brushes a thumb across my lower lip. “And unexpected.”
She smiles, and then her gaze meets mine. “Sort of like you. Amazing and wholly unexpected.”
“Yeah?” I close my hands over her hips again and lift her off my dick.
“I knew you. Wanted you. Felt pulled to you, but never expected...” She waves her hand at the length of me. “You. All this. The whole package.”
“You like the package?” I tease.
I’m not trying to stroke my ego so much as keep her talking. Keep her riding my dick until we can’t move. Nothing feels better than connecting with her like this. Face to face.
She smirks and playfully whacks my chest. “You know I do.”
Leaning forward, she trails her lips up my jaw, nuzzling me before whispering in my ear. “I love your package.”
“Minx.” I lift and slam her down again. She just moans.
God, she’s insatiable. With one hand encouraging her to keep up the pace, I cup a breast with the other. She presses herself into my palm, that needy point puckering tightly.
How did we get so lucky?
Beside us, her phone rings. Her eyes close for a beat, and she goes still. Then she sighs and snatches up her phone, glaring at it like she could vaporize whoever is on the other end of the call.
“That’s it. I’m blocking her.” Her fingers smash the screen.
“Who?”
“My mother.”
A heartbeat later, she puts the phone aside, all the tension draining out of her, and her expression softens. “That felt good. Like I can breathe again.”
That’s big. I can’t imagine blocking my parents’ calls and texts. Then again, I can’t imagine them acting like Lucinda Winthrop.
“Whatever protects your peace, Beauty...”
Her nails gently scrape my scalp. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me.”
My heart fills at those purred words. “Gladly.”
Then, the ordeal forgotten, she gets back to the business at hand. With a sassy smirk of her lips and a wiggle of her hips, she gives a tight squeeze from her hot little cunt that makes me groan.
She bounces up and down on my cock like it’s her job. Like she’s got her masters in Alexander Hunt. Up and down, even though her thighs have to be screaming.
I kind of love that she’ll happily endure a little pain if it means pleasure. Why is that so hot? I never would have thought this ball of gold would have a masochistic streak. Then again, she is known as the Ice Queen.
But I test my theory by pinching her nipple. Her gasp bounces off the walls around us.
“Yesss.”
She moves faster, riding me hard now. We’re a never-ending chorus of moans and gasps as the water slaps the sides of the tub.
The perfect soundtrack as we race toward the finish line.
My muscles scream, and my balls draw tight.
I pinch her just a bit harder. Her skin is bright pink, so flushed and lovely.
“That’s it, Beauty. Take what you need. Ride my cock like a good girl.”
“I’m the best fucking girl.”
Holy shit.
Hearing those words purr from her lips, feeling her hair slap the back of my hand with every joining, I lose it. She fucking steals it.
“Yeah, you are.” I let go of her nipple, and she cries out, her body locking around me. I give her just a second to enjoy herself before I slam her down on my dick, losing every last drop of cum. Hugging her tight, I fuck it into her. “The best girl and all fucking mine.”
She wedges a hand between us and sets off a bigger explosion. Her thighs clamp around my hips, and her pussy strangles my cock.
“Yours,” she murmurs, clearly delirious.
“Mine,” I say again.
“Mine,” she whispers as she melts in my arms. “You’re mine.”
“I am.”
“You stealing our girl, Hunt?” Gabe’s voice intrudes on the moment, but I knew he was there.
“You enjoying the show?” I shoot back and turn a lazy look at my best friend.
He stands in the doorway, King next to him with an arm slung over his shoulder. Gabe reaches down and adjusts himself. Kingston slides his free hand across Gabe’s chest, then south. I don’t know why, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
Even as I tell myself that I don’t want my best friend that way, that I’ve never wanted him like that, I can’t stop looking at the two men. I watch, almost enraptured, as King’s hand slides into Gabe’s jeans.