Chapter 6 #3
She laughed. “I’m joking, Oak. I wanna take a shower, but I don’t wanna wake up Liv.”
“You can use my bathroom,” I offered.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’ll get you a towel and shit.”
“Thanks.”
I sat in the living room, barely watching whatever was on TV while I ate my food.
I turned my attention toward the hall when I heard the bathroom door open.
Lex reentered the living room wearing nothing but the towel I’d given her.
She’d washed all the makeup off her face and had pulled her long hair up into a high, messy bun on the top of her head. I’d never seen her look more gorgeous.
“Sorry, I left my bag out here with my clothes in it,” she said, skipping past me on the tips of her toes.
“No problem.”
“Are you drunk right now?” she inquired, stopping near me on the couch.
I swung my head. “Nah. You?”
A light chuckle slipped past her lips. “Very much so.”
I smirked. “I know.”
“So, I’m probably not gonna remember half of this conversation in the morning.”
“You should heat up your food now. It’ll help to sober you up. Might even prevent a shitty ass hangover in the morning.”
“You’re right. I’ll do that. Thanks for letting me use your shower.”
I nodded before rising to my feet and heading toward the bathroom. After a few steps, I stopped and turned back around. “Lex?”
“Yeah?”
“Since you won’t remember this tomorrow, fuck yo’ nigga. We both know you could do so much better.”
After washing the club smell off my body and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom, letting the steam rush out of the door behind me as I made my way to my room to get dressed.
No sooner than I closed the door, I heard a soft knock against it.
I finished pulling on my boxers and ballin’ shorts before trekking over to the door with a few droplets of water left on my shirtless chest. I cracked it open to see Lex standing on the other side, wearing a two-piece pajama set—a black crop top that read “Let Me Sleep” and black-and-white striped shorts that hung low enough to show off the diamond-encrusted ring in her navel.
One look at her, and suddenly, my brain short-circuited.
I couldn’t function or think straight to save my life.
All I knew was that I was craving her like my next meal, and I’d already eaten.
I didn’t know if it was the early hours of the morning or the limited amount of liquor still in my system, but Alexis Rosewood had become my biggest temptation in human form.
“Sup?” I probed, praying my dick didn’t brick up.
“H–hey,” she stammered, rubbing the goosebumps on her exposed arms.
“You good?”
“Mm-hmm. You about to go to sleep?”
I swung my head. “Not right this second. Wassup?”
Her shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. “Can’t sleep,” she admitted. “I keep thinking about what you said a little while ago.”
“What I say?”
“That I could do better than Pat.”
“What about it?”
“Did you mean it?”
“I don’t say shit I don’t mean, Lex, especially not when it comes to you. But what about it?”
She sighed. “I just want to be held for a little while. You think you could loan me your chest for the night?”
My grip tightened on the doorknob. “What about my sister?”
“She’s out cold. Besides, we’re two adults hanging out, right?”
“Shit, you tell me.”
“What do you mean?”
“All this slick shit you’ve been sayin’ to me all night, just gotta be sure we’re on the same page.”
“I’m sorry about all that. My head is in a million different places right now.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
She swung her head. “No. Not really.”
“Then whatchu wanna do?”
“Anything but think, especially about him. I don’t wanna feel anything but you next to me until I fall asleep, Oak.”
My jaw ticked. Fuck. I couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between us. “You gotta stop sayin’ shit like that to me, Lex. ’Cause I swear in a second I’m not gon’ have no more restraint.”
I kept staring at her lips as if kissing her was a life-or-death decision.
As thirsty as I was, I knew better than to drink from her fountain.
But from the way her ass had been saying slick shit to me all night and then showing up at my bedroom door in the early hours of the morning, I knew we both wanted the same thing.
In the split second before I moved to let her in, all I could do was ask myself if this was really about to happen, but my brain had checked out hours ago.
I slightly relaxed my posture, opened the door, and took a step back, driven by a force I couldn’t ignore.
“I’m sorry,” she replied shyly as she stepped inside and stepped up to me.
I glanced down to see her hardened nipples poking through her thin top. Shit.
My brows bunched together. “Are you really? Because you been throwing me some wild signals all night long.”
“That’s because my insides have been all twisted up since I saw you at your welcome home party,” Lex admitted. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about . . .”
Her sentence trailed off as her hands trembled, but she reached out to touch me anyway, cupping the side of my face gently. Her soft palm was warm against my skin, a noticeable distinction from the cool air around us.
My cool breath fanned across her fingers, and I realized how close we’d gotten.
Too close, maybe, but right then, nothing else seemed to fuckin’ matter.
Not my sister sleeping in the other room.
Not my morals. And damn sure not her bitch ass fiancé.
The closer we got, the more her statement from the club rang true to me.
Her man was nowhere to be found. Out of sight, out of fuckin’ mind.
Besides, I couldn’t care more about her relationship than she did, right?
I only had the best intentions when it came to Lex.
If she needed a real nigga to tend to her heart, her mind, her pussy, or her soul, I was the man for the job, and I’d do it without hesitation.
I allowed my hands to slowly glide around her waist as I reeled her into my hard chest. I leaned my head forward a fraction, pressing my forehead against hers before slowly lowering my lips to hers. They brushed, barely enough to feel the softness, before I pulled away.
“Just kiss me, Oak,” Lex ordered breathlessly.
“Say please,” I ordered back as my hands slipped up the back of her crop top. My hands were splayed across her lower back while my fingertips traced down her spine.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
She bit her lip while flashing her lust-filled gaze up at me. Her brown orbs held a question that my dick was ready to answer without hesitation.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled with a barbaric undertone.
Then, I kissed her with every ounce of big dick energy and secret longing I’d kept buried inside me exclusively for her. Since seeing her again, I’d wanted to make up for all the years I missed out on doing all the nasty things I wanted to do to her body.
After a few seconds, I eased away. Not because I didn’t want more, but because I needed to read the room—to read her. My heart raced as blood buzzed in my ears. There was nothing else to hear but the sound of each other trying to catch our breaths.
When she didn’t say anything—no stop, no go, no nothing—I let my hands trace her curves as I nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it slowly. She let out a soft giggle when I started to trail kisses down to her neck.
“Mmm. I’m ticklish there.”
“I remember. Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I won’t.”
I kissed her deeper, and she moaned against my mouth.
I learned a long time ago that two wrongs didn’t make a right, but none of that shit mattered when my dick was hard enough to bust through a brick wall.
So, if she wanted me to kiss all over her body and knock the Mario coins outta her pussy to make her feel better, I was going to do it.
“Can you be quiet?”
She nodded as a devilish smirk formed across her lips. “And I still know how to keep a secret.”
That was all the permission I needed. I scooped her up and carried her over to my bed to lay her down, something I’d been fantasizing about doing since I saw her again.
My lips never left hers as I pinned her hands on both sides of her head.
My body pressed down onto hers, making our private parts touch.
She moaned and held me closer, ready to cash in her one-way ticket to pound town.
But I was going to take my sweet time with her. She was too damn special not to.
We touched all over each other, familiarizing ourselves with each other's bodies after so long. I hovered on top of her.
“I’ve missed you,” I acknowledged softly as I toyed with the drawstring on her shorts.
“I missed you too.” She panted, grabbing my forearms and letting her fingertips skate over my tattoos. “Even though I know I shouldn’t.”
I placed a trail of kisses from her neck and down the center of her chest before raising her crop top to reveal her perfectly rounded C-cup breasts.
I licked my lips before hungrily sucking on her diamond hard nipples.
She thrusted her chest out and up, wanting more.
A soft gasp escaped her lips. “That feels so good,” she whispered.
I watched goosebumps swarm every part of her body that my tongue or hands touched as I slid her shorts off to reveal her bare pussy. One look at her pussy glistening for me, and my mouth began to water.
“Mmm. Look at that pretty ass pussy already wet for me,” I growled, admiring the beauty of her most intimate body parts up close. “Can I taste it?”
She sat up on her elbows while nodding slowly. I lowered myself between her legs before sinking my lips onto her sweet spot. The second my tongue touched her warm flesh, her back arched forward, and her mouth dropped open in wonder.
“Oooh shit.” She hissed through her clenched teeth as she began to squirm underneath me.
She eased her honey-brown legs around my neck like a bowtie and widened her hips while gently rotating them in a slow circle.