CHAPTER 12 DANNY
Gregory said she responded to his text last night with a thumbs up, which I took to mean that she got the message and she knows why I did what I had to do.
I get to the set early the next morning, but I don’t see her right away. In fact, she’s stuck in her trailer with Brooks tailing her, and the only time I do get to see her on set, Brooks is watching her every move.
I force myself not to look at her. I force myself to sling an arm around Kit, and to really put my all into the act. This is my last day of shooting—they only needed me for two—but Alexis will be here through Friday.
I wish I could be with her. I wish I had more days to shoot. I wish we could share a scene aside from the one we filmed yesterday.
Instead, I’m a backdrop, and I only had the one line to share with her.
But as her character’s eyes edge over toward me with my arm around Kit as she snuggles into my chest, I can’t help but feel like the disdain in her eyes is not much of an act at all and instead is very, very real.
I do my best to keep my eyes off her between takes so Brooks doesn’t think anything is up, and I keep my eyes on Kit instead.
Kit is preening, and Alexis is pushing it all into her acting, and somehow it’s working.
I head home for the day when my scenes are over, one part glad I won’t have to return tomorrow and the other part upset I won’t have time with Alexis tomorrow.
Kit offered another night out with me. I declined. I just want to go home and hope that Brooks leaves sooner than later.
I haven’t heard from her all day, so I assume Brooks is still here. It’s a little after ten when I hear a knock at my front door, and I’m three beers into my solo night despite a couple different offers to go out.
Honestly, though, those offers are coming fewer and further between.
I guess when you decline enough times, people stop asking.
I didn’t really feel any sort of decrease in offers until I was sitting here alone with no way to get in touch with my girlfriend except through her bodyguard.
Even when the offers did come in—one from Rush for a poker night with him and Coop, and one from AJ to hit up a club—I didn’t think twice when I declined either one.
I open the door and find Alexis Bodega standing on my front porch in a hoodie with the hood pulled up over her hair.
She rushes straight into my arms, and I wave to Gregory in the driveway before he nods.
I close the door behind her, holding onto her with one arm as she clings to me.
I gaze down at her, and when her eyes meet mine, I see relief in them. She presses her lips to mine for just a beat.
“I hated that, Danny,” she says, and she kisses me again. “I hated seeing you with Kit.” Another kiss. “I hated those pictures all over the internet.” Kiss. “But I believe you,” kiss, “and I trust you,” kiss, “and I trust us,” kiss, “and I knew you were just doing what you had to do.”
I push her hood down then thread my fingertips into her hair and hold the back of her head to kiss her good and hard, the way a woman deserves to be kissed.
I open my mouth, and her tongue immediately moves to brush against mine, dancing and exploring each other sweetly at first, but the urgency moves in quickly.
My body feels that sense of urgency, too, and I reach under her to pull her up so her legs are linked around my waist. I buck my hips toward her, and we both grunt at the feel as my rock-hard cock begs for entrance with far too many clothes separating us.
I need her. I need this. I crave the intimacy I’ve only ever shared with her.
My balls ache with need, and I carry her into the kitchen and perch her on the edge of the counter.
It’s a little high, but I’m tall enough to make it work.
I flick the button of her jeans then lower them with her panties down her legs.
I toss them onto the floor, and I lean down and pepper kisses along the inside of her thigh.
She braces herself by leaning back with her palms flat on the counter behind her, which only sticks her chest out toward me.
And it would be a damn shame to let those sweet tits go without a little attention. I straighten and yank off her hoodie and shirt then unclasp her bra, and she’s naked on my kitchen counter, and I am one goddamn lucky man.
My brain is in a fog as I try to figure out which way to go with her first. I want to take my time. I want to take all fucking night. But the pulse in my balls is telling another story entirely.
And so I suck one of her tits into my mouth, and she arches into me as I shove a finger into her sweet, tight pussy. I want to taste her again, but the urge to fuck her right here on my counter is too strong.
She’s moaning as she grinds her hips against my hand, and I can’t take it any longer. I need her hips grinding against my cock.
I pull my hands out, and her reaction is a strangled moan of desperation, but I quickly work my cock out of the basketball shorts I’m wearing and stroke it a couple of times before I push her thighs apart and slide into her hot, tight cunt.
She’s so wet that I slide in and out with ease over and over, and she’s still leaning back on her palms with her tits arched toward me so I can bend down and angle my head to get one in my mouth.
With her pussy filled with my dick and my mouth filled with her tit, I’m pretty damn sure this is heaven.
It’s pure perfection. It’s all of her consuming all of me, and it’s exactly what I’ve needed the last two days as I fought against the fears that Brooks was coming between us.
She would never let that happen. I know her well enough to know that, and the fact that we both believed in each other despite time apart tells me exactly what I needed to know.
I’ve never felt this level of trust with another human being, and it’s perfect and beautiful. But most of all, it’s forever.
I push into her over and over, harder and harder, and it feels so good, so consuming, so fiery hot all at once. I listen to her moans as our bodies slap together, and she starts to get a little louder—always the sign that she’s getting close.
I move my lips from her tits and press my mouth to hers, and she reaches up around my neck to cling onto me as I drive into her even harder.
Her cunt tightens all around me, a vice as she squeezes me so hard I slip right into my climax.
I start to come, and I grunt her name softly paired with a string of curses as I spill into her. “Oh, fuck, Lex, yes. I’m coming all over your hot cunt. You’re mine, Lex. Fucking mine.”
“Yes!” she screams as she comes right along with me. “Yes, yours, Danny. All yours. Only yours.”
Her words are a vow, just as mine are to her.
I may have to share her with Brooks for now, but in the end…it’ll be her and me. We will find a way.