CHAPTER 29 DANNY
My hand hasn’t left her leg in the twenty minutes we’ve been driving back toward my hotel, and her hand hasn’t left the top of mine.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks.
I glance over at her as I flex my fingers over her thigh. “Anything, anytime, anywhere.”
She gives me a thoughtful look at my words. “I like that. But this is something that’s been weighing kind of heavy on me, and I feel like I need to say it.”
My brows crinkle as I brace myself for something. The end, maybe. She’s telling me she’s out. She’s marrying Brooks. She wants to be with him. She doesn’t want to deal with this bullshit from my father. It’s not worth it to her.
My mind races with all the negative possibilities.
“That picture of you and that girl from the bar…” she begins.
She draws in a breath. “I wanted you to know that it hurt to see you with someone else, and I don’t want to be one of those couples who falls into silly miscommunication traps, so I just had to say the words.
I felt hurt even though I know it’s so hypocritical of me to say that given that I’m marrying another man, but for a minute, I thought maybe you didn’t want to bother with me anymore, that this whole thing with Brooks and my dad and the wedding is overwhelming, that you wanted to run as far away as you could, and maybe I wouldn’t blame you for that. ”
My chest tightens that she’s having the exact same sort of fears that I’m having.
“Lex,” I say softly. “I’m not running, okay? I’m not running.” I say it twice so she really hears it.
“I think maybe it’s part of why I didn’t call you back.
I mean, I couldn’t. My dad was always in the room, and I had to make sure he was okay.
But I maybe could have texted, and I didn’t.
I retreated a little because I got scared.
” She’s baring her soul to me, and the thought of it all is overwhelming.
It pulses a new feeling inside me that’s both terrifying and beautiful. It’s more than love.
It’s home.
“It’s okay. I get it. And to be perfectly honest, the what if ran through my mind. What if I took her or someone else up on the offer?”
Her head whips to my profile at my pause. “Why didn’t you?”
“Ultimately what it came down to is that not a single one of them has ever made me feel the way you do. And that is what I’m addicted to.
It’s what I’ve fallen for. It’s why I keep showing up for you even though you’re marrying somebody else.
It’s you, Alexis. Only you. And there may be no guarantees, but I don’t care. I’m here anyway.”
She quietly swipes at her cheeks at my words, and I squeeze her thigh.
“It’s only you for me, too, Danny. I promise you.” There’s a hint of begging in her tone, as if she’s begging me to believe her.
And I do believe her. I believe in us. I trust in us. And I trust that she’ll handle my heart carefully. It should be scary considering I’ve never given it to someone else to hold, but it’s not. It can’t be scary when it’s so damn right.
We arrive at the hotel. I usher her in through a side entrance, and we take a service elevator up to the penthouse floor where my room is located.
Nobody spotted us going in, and now we have some actual time together.
She glances around the suite and moves toward the window with a water view. “So beautiful,” she says softly.
I walk toward her and wrap one arm around her waist from behind.
I lift her hair to the side so I can press my lips to her neck, and she moans a little as she leans back into me, her gaze still out on the beach.
But then she spins in my arms and reaches up to pull my head down to hers, and she initiates a kiss that begins urgent and leads me exactly where we both want to go. Where we both need to go.
I pull her closer to me as she wraps her arms around me, our bodies already swaying with the lust that’s always present between us as my need for her rushes straight to my cock. I push my hips toward hers, and she moans when she feels how ready I am for her.
It’s been too long without this connection, and I’m aching for her.
Her hand trails down until she’s palming my cock over my jeans, and I run my hands down her torso until I find the hem of her dress. I pull it up and over her head so she’s standing in front of me in just her bra and panties, and I’ve never seen such a gorgeous sight in my whole life.
I stare at her, and then I grab her into my arms and toss her down on the bed. I climb up so I’m hovering over her, and I let my hips drag down toward hers so she can feel my length against her pussy, the only separation between us my jeans and her panties.
“We’re both still wearing far too many clothes,” she says as my lips graze her neck, and I have to agree with the woman. She’s right.
I stand and strip naked in two seconds flat.
As I’ve said, it’s been too long.
I reach for her panties and yank them down her legs while she unhooks her bra, and I climb back on top of her.
I fist my cock and tease her clit with the head of it.
I feel her wet warmth as she’s so goddamn ready for me, and I want so badly to push into her, but I know the sooner it starts, the sooner it ends.
So instead, I pull my hips back out of reach and stop teasing her for a beat, instead dragging my lips down her neck and to her breast.
I suck her nipple into my mouth as I reach over and pinch the other one between my finger and my thumb, and she lets out a soft cry at the feel.
I bare my teeth against her nipple, and I’m rewarded with a moan.
I take my time on her tits, lavishing one with my mouth as I massage the other with my hand, and then I move back up to kiss her some more.
I tease her with my cock again, thrusting against her clit to her begging moans, and eventually I dip into her just the slightest bit because I can’t take the anticipation building between us any longer.
“Oh God,” she moans as her body trembles beneath mine, and I hold still with just the tip inside her.
It takes every fiber of my power not to thrust all the way in, especially when she digs her heels into my ass to urge me in.
I hold steady even though it kills me.
“God, Danny, please. Please,” she groans.
“Please what?” I ask her. My eyes are on her, and her eyes are closed.
“Go deeper.” She’s begging, and it’s hot as fuck.
“Open your eyes and tell me what you want,” I demand.
Her eyes fly open, and they’re flashing when they meet mine. “Just fuck me already!” she yells at me, and now I’m sensing some anger, and holy fuck, it does what it needs to do.
I slam into her, and her eyes roll back as she clutches onto the sheets.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she cries as I drive into her over and over, picking up speed as I just fuck her already as requested.
My thrusts are downright chaotic and messy as I pump hard and quick strokes into her, and I feel myself getting too close too fast.
I pull out of her to give myself a minute.
She’s panting as she glares up at me. “Don’t stop now!” she screams.
“I’m going to come all over your tight cunt if I don’t take a second,” I admit.
“Then do it. Give all that come to my cunt,” she murmurs, and holy fucking shit, have hotter words ever been spoken? I’ve never heard her use the word cunt before, and somehow hearing Alexis Bodega tell me to give her all my come nearly makes me spill all over her tits.
But she wants it in her cunt, so I shove back into her and slow my drives down to deep, long strokes.
“Oh my God!” she screams. “Danny, yes, yes, yes!”
I hold myself steady inside her for a beat before I draw back, and then I slam hard into her again.
It takes me three more strokes before the fire builds up my spine and I start to come inside her.
I hold still as my eyes find hers, an intimacy passing between us that’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I spill into her, her cunt feeding on my come as if she needs it for her very survival, and her face twists with pleasure.
“I’m coming,” she cries in a whisper, and her pussy clenches onto me as I ride out my climax. She lets go of the sheets she’s been clutching as she wraps her arms around me, her fingernails digging into the skin of my back as she gives into the pleasure.
I watch her face through the whole thing, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful as making the woman I love come like that.
I collapse on top of her as we both come down from the wave, the afterglow stepping into place as I slip out of her.
I shift to her side so I’m not crushing her, and I think we both might fall asleep for a bit.
It’s nice, this moment—being here together without worrying what else is going on, that there’s a wedding in the works taking place far too soon, being free to just be ourselves together. Not worrying that there’s a camera planted somewhere in here catching our intimate moments.
Eventually I force myself up out of bed, and I clean off my cock before I put some clothes on. She gets up, too, and she heads to the bathroom. I lay her clothes out on the bed for her, and she picks them up when she returns while I stand by the window gazing out at the water.
“Should we order something for dinner?” she asks while she hooks her bra.
I nod. “Probably.” I think about what I want to say to her. There’s a lot to say, and also…there’s nothing to say.
Now that we’ve had that moment together, I fear how long it’ll be before we can escape to do this again.
The media will be keeping a close watch over her as her wedding date looms closer and closer. It was risky bringing her here today, and we only managed it with Gregory’s help.
It will just get harder and riskier from here, and I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do about that.
I open my mouth to say something—I’m not sure what—but she beats me to it.
“Danny, I don’t know what to do. I want to be with you. I don’t want to marry Brooks.”
“Then marry me,” I murmur.
The words are out before I can stop them.
“What?” she breathes.
“Marry me. Be with me.”
She stares at me.
“It’ll solve all our problems. You can’t marry Brooks if you’re already married to me.”
“What?” she repeats. “I…I can’t. We’re days away from the wedding, Danny. I have to do this. I have to marry him.”
“You don’t have to, Lex” I whisper.
I just hope my words are convincing enough.