CHAPTER 16 DANNY
I'm not sure what that was.
It was this primal need I've never felt before to stake my claim and mark my territory in a way that honestly scared me a little.
I wanted to slide into her ass and claim that as mine, too. I was in such a lust-driven haze that I nearly did…but I know she’s not ready for that yet.
Except, I think she wants it.
She liked it. There's no doubt about that. She liked how I completely dominated her. She liked how I held her down. She liked that I teased her ass.
She screamed when she came, and I don't even know if she realized she did it.
It was the fiercest, most primal and animalistic act I've ever shared with a woman, and even as a sliver of guilt seems to claw at my chest that I held her down that way, I can't help but feel like it was meant to happen.
It was erotic and intimate and fucking hot as hell, and she said she wanted it rough, so I gave it my all.
And I get the feeling it will go down like that again.
We're both quietly processing afterward, and I get up to grab a washcloth to clean the mess I made on her ass.
She hasn't moved, and there's something inherently sexy about her waiting for me to make the next move.
It's almost as if she's waiting for permission to move.
I don't really want to give it to her. I want her to stay right there while I take care of her, and then I want to slide into the bed beside her and lay with her until her alarm forces us apart in the morning.
What is this? What the fuck is this?
I'm not sure, but I know I never want it to end.
What a terrifying thought.
Even if she was somehow unable to untie herself from Brooks, we still have very separate lives to lead. I’m not quitting ball just like she’s not quitting singing and acting.
But a normal relationship is hard enough. Tack on the time apart because of travel and seasons and tours and movie shoots, and I’m terrified that we’re dead in the water.
But I will do what it takes to fight for us. Whatever that might look like.
When the alarm rings far too early at five in the morning again so Gregory can pick her up at six to deliver her to hair and make-up, she groans as she turns it off.
She shimmies around in the dark a little, and I’m half-asleep, so I’m not really sure what she’s doing, but then I feel her warm hand as it slides down into my boxer briefs. She grips my cock, and whoa, hello, I’m awake.
I grunt as she starts to pump her fist, my cock quickly waking up to what she’s doing as all the blood rushes to one spot.
She slides her hand down to cup my balls, the feeling out of this fucking world as she handles me.
I feel like I’m going to nut all over the place when she pulls her hand away and climbs on top of me.
She’s completely naked as she sits down on my cock, and I slide into her warm, wet pussy that’s open and waiting for me.
She grinds on top of me, and I reach up to feel her tits while she fucks me.
What a goddamn way to wake up.
I’ll take one of these alarm clocks every morning.
It’s the complete opposite of last night as she moves sweetly over me, yet somehow, it moves us to the same place.
She lifts up and down over me, and I grip her hips as I drive into her lazily from beneath.
She arches back, sticking her tits out, and even in the darkness of the room, her silhouette is enough of a visual to push me right into my climax.
I spill into her, and her pussy tightens over me as she comes right along with me.
Her gentle, soft morning moans are nothing like the screaming orgasm she had last night, yet we both found the same sort of pleasure out of what we’re doing. And it’s all the different angles with her, all the different feelings and emotions, that tell me this is where I’m meant to be.
Forever.
“God, I love you,” I murmur as her orgasm wanes, and she pushes up so I slip out of her.
“I love you more,” she says softly, and she presses a kiss to my neck.
“Wake me up like that every day, okay?” I request.
She giggles. “Deal. Every day I can.”
I wish that equaled far more days than it actually does.
She heads out bright and early, which means I’m awake with little to do until the rest of the world wakes, too.
I do a few maintenance things around the house—fixing bulbs, replacing air filters, hanging some Christmas lights outside since it’s tradition, that sort of shit, and I can’t help but think I want to move out of this place.
I want something bigger, with more privacy, but I never really needed it until I met Alexis.
And she would never ask me to get a bigger house for her, but if she’s going to be coming and going more regularly, she deserves a sprawling place meant for more than a single dude renting a house until he’s sure where he’s going to land.
I want to land wherever she is, though I’m tied to Vegas and the Heat for two more years. I could retire early and forfeit the rest of my check, but I don’t want to do that. I want to play, and even though I want to give up everything for her, I know that’s not what she’d want for me.
Just as I don’t want her to give up her career for me…unless it means she gets away from her controlling father and fake fiancé.
I push those thoughts out of my head as I carry the ladder back to the garage, and then I call my mother.
“Hey baby boy,” she answers.
“I’m thinking about coming to visit next week. Will you be around?”
“Actually, no. I’ll be up at Anna’s watching the boys.”
“Watching the boys?” I repeat.
“She’s going to Vegas to look at houses with Rush,” she says softly.
“She…she is?”
“Yeah. And if she moves there, well, I suppose I’ll probably move there, too,” she says.
I love the idea of my mother being closer geographically.
“I’ll find you a place, Mom. Is she moving in with Rush?” I ask.
“No, no. She’s looking for a place for her and the boys, and Rush is helping her.”
“I told her I’d help her,” I protest. Hell, I told her I’d buy her a place.
“I know you did, and that was really kind of you. I think she just wants to start over, and she wants Rush involved in the process.”
I guess I get that. It’s kind of like how I’d want Alexis involved if I were to start looking, a thought that just barely entered into my subconscious a few hours ago.
“Can I come see you and the boys then? Maybe help out a little?” I ask.
“Of course.”
I can’t ignore the fact that Anna’s place is only an hour from Alexis’s, and if I’m an hour away, there’s a better chance we’ll find a way to see each other.
What I told Alexis was true. I’m not giving her up—no matter what. But the secrets, lies, and sneaking around are already getting tiresome, and we’ve just barely gotten off the ground.
I don’t know how the fuck we’re going to manage to keep doing this for the next few months, or year…or years. I don’t know how long the merger will take and what other stipulations her father will draft up.
I’ll fight because I’m in this thing with her.
I’ll even fight the next battle that I never saw coming.