CHAPTER 15 ALEXIS
I text Danny to let him know I’m coming…and also to make sure the coast is clear. I’m not entirely sure it’s a good idea for me to head to his house when his dad was there earlier, but I also feel the pulsing need to be there for Danny.
I know it’s been a while since he’s seen his father. I want to make sure he’s okay after all that.
He texts back to assure me that his dad is long gone.
He’s waiting by the door when Gregory ushers me up the driveway.
It’s late, and we’re both tired. He ushers me straight up to his bedroom, and we both collapse into his bed without turning out the lights as we feel the need to just talk for a minute.
“Are you okay?” I ask him after he kisses me softly.
“Yes. No.”
I nod as I lean on my elbow to hover over his face. “Same.”
He huffs out a breath. “It’s just…I put the deadbeat out of my head, you know?
I don’t let myself think about him or what he did to our entire family.
He’s as good as dead to me, but then he shows up out of fucking nowhere to stir shit up.
We’re already in this deep enough. We don’t need his ass fucking things up even more. ”
I brush my fingertips along his forehead and back into his hairline softly then repeat the motion to try to soothe him.
“You’re right. We’re barely hanging on here, and he’s not going to make it any easier.
But as long as we both feel what we feel…
then we figure it out. We don’t have any other choice. ”
“No, we don’t. Because I’m not giving you up, Lex.” His words push a warmth through my chest. “No matter what.”
“Thank God for that. I’m not giving you up, either,” I say.
“Can I ask you a question?”
I nod.
“You’re working so hard to make your dad happy. But is this what your mom would have wanted for you?” he asks.
It’s something I’ve thought a lot about, and ultimately…I know the answer. It’s a tough pill to swallow, though. I shake my head. “No. She would’ve wanted me to be happy.”
“Are you?” he asks.
“Only when I’m with you,” I admit.
“Then leave him.” He says the words so simply, but they’re anything but simple.
It’s too complicated. My father and I may have our differences, but ultimately what it comes down to is the fact that he’s still my dad. Our relationship isn’t like Danny’s with his dad, and no amount of explaining will make him understand that.
My dad is the only person I’ve been able to trust my entire life, from when I was a kid to the success story I’ve become today.
The businesswoman in me says it’s not smart to give that up for someone I’ve known for six months…no matter how right it feels.
No matter how much I want to.
No matter how much I need to.
He continues talking before I get the chance to say all that.
“Leave Brooks publicly. Be with me…publicly. Stop the charade. Stop the fake relationship. Stop living your life as a way to please your father. He’s always going to have excuses, Lex.
The merger, joining two families, your agent, your masters.
Next he’ll claim you agreed to have kids with the guy.
And I get why you feel like you have to do it, but let’s just be happy. Be with me.”
“I wish it was that easy,” I admit. “I love you, Danny. You know how I feel about Brooks. I want to be with you more than anything. But I can’t. I have to do this for my dad. He’s the only family I have left.”
He looks so disappointed that my heart very nearly can’t take it.
I lean down and press my lips to his, and he grabs onto the back of my head, pulling me close as he kisses me like his life depends on it…like he’ll be able to change my mind through his physicality.
If only it were that simple.
This kiss is intense, though, as if he snapped and needs to show me a different side of himself.
He shifts us so I’m face down on the bed, and he yanks my jeans down my legs and tosses them on the floor. He holds my head down by linking his fingers around my neck.
“You want something different tonight?” he asks. “Something rough?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He shoves into me without any sort of foreplay, and it feels somehow both intimate and dirty at the same time—like he’s trying to screw some sense into me to make me see things from his perspective while he dominates the hell out of my body.
But that’s the thing…I do see what he’s saying, and I absolutely agree with him. I’m just stuck in a place that I can’t see my way out of.
He drives into me, and I’m flat on the bed, unable to move at all. His hand around the back of my neck holds me still, and the pure indecency of it all is somehow…hot?
Every drive in makes me somehow hotter. Wetter. Needier.
I cry out with the pain of it all, with the need to come, somehow matched beat for beat with the pleasure.
It’s overwhelming. For the first time ever, I think I understand that old phrase hurts so good.
Because it’s so damn good as he pushes into me, that throbbing ache building to a crescendo that’s more and more agonizing with every thrust he makes.
He pulls out of me for a beat, the ache heavy and nearly unbearable, and he slides his dick up a little until he’s probing at my ass. He doesn’t push in, but just feeling the tiniest bit of pressure there undoes me.
The second he slides back down inside me, I start to come, my body betraying me as I crash headfirst into a crushing, brutal climax.
I don’t want to come. I want to revel in this beautiful torture forever, but just like everything always does, it comes to an end.
I claw at the sheets, unable to move since he’s holding me down, and it’s the most violently powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my twenty-eight years on this earth.
His thrusts start to pulse faster and deeper as he gets closer to his own release, and when it comes, he lets out a loud growl before he pulls out of me and jerks himself off all over my ass.
He grunts through his climax, the heat of his come splattering on my body, and when the jets stop pulsing out of him, he rubs the head of his dick through the semen he left behind.
It’s the single hottest, most erotic moment of my life as I try to come down from the blissful cloud where I find myself.
He just completely dominated me and my body. He obliterated me.
And the only thought in my mind is how much I want him to do that again.