Chapter 24
Holden
I’m watching TV in my room when the door opens slowly. I look up expecting Ryder, but Alessa walks in. Her hair looks damp, and she’s wearing an oversized shirt that looks like Gage’s. She softly pads over to the bed. “Can I watch with you?”
I nod, and she slides onto the bed beside me. I haven’t seen her since all that happened by the pool, but I know she’s busy, and I’m deliriously happy she’s in here with me now. I’ve never jacked off so much at the thought of anything, but I couldn’t stop after getting a small taste of Les.
She snuggles into my side, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “What are you watching?”
“Peaky blinders.”
“Oh. Good one. Nothing like old-school English gangsters,” she laughs, and the sound goes straight to my heart.
She seems so happy today, even after everything that went down with the Morettos and her finding out about a potential stalker.
I’m running everything on Ryder’s phone I can think of, and I will find this asshole.
“I have that file for you.” I go to move from the bed to grab it, and she pulls me back down.
“I’m not here for that,” she says softly, rubbing her hand down my bare chest. “I just wanted to be with you.”
“Oh,” I say lamely. I’m so used to people coming to me for work-related stuff that it’s hard to separate the two, and Ryder’s the only one who will hang out with me in my room or office.
Thinking about Ryder with Alessa makes me feel guilty.
I think I see Ryder as more than my best friend, but I also think I’m confusing myself because Ryder helped me out so much when I first got here.
“What’s on your mind?” she asks, and I look down, noticing she’s staring at me.
“Nothing,” I say too fast, then remember what she said about honesty. “Ryder.”
“Ryder?” she asks in confusion. “Is everything okay?”
“Uh,” I clear my throat, “Yeah.”
“You can tell me anything, Holden.” I look into her blue eyes and know she’s telling the truth.
“I look at Ryder…differently than the other guys.”
She nods. “I could see why. He took you under his wing when you got here.” I can feel my face heat, and her mouth forms an ‘O’. “You mean you don’t see him as just a friend?” I nod, unable to speak. “Does Ryder know?”
“No,” I whisper. “He’s my best friend.”
She giggles. “He’s mine too, and you see where that went.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, but you’re you.”
“And you, Holden Jones, are you.” She runs her thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve never known Ryder to be attracted to other guys, but that doesn’t mean anything. Look at Leo.”
“What about Leo?”
“Leo and Gage have developed certain feelings for each other. Up until now, Leo has been straight.”
“I’ve liked a guy before, but I was so confused by it that I never got a chance to figure it out.” Then I got kidnapped but didn’t need to say that out loud. I look into her eyes. “You don’t care? About Gage and Leo, I mean?”
“Or you and Ryder? No. Like I told them, as long as it stays within our group, I don’t care.”
“You’re kind of perfect.” She’s more than perfect. I was confused about my feelings, afraid she would get mad at me for looking at Ryder, but she just accepts it. Just like she has with me.
She laughs. “Not even close.”
She goes back to watching TV, and I kick myself for even worrying she would be mad.
I watch with her as long as I can before I become hyper-aware of her lying with me.
Her head on my arm, the smell of her hair, her breasts pressed to my side, her bare leg touching mine.
I shift in the bed, trying to hide that her touch gives me a hard-on.
“Holden?” she says softly.
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Are you okay with this?”
Does she think I’m uncomfortable with her lying on me?
“I am,” I answer. Just my cock is painfully uncomfortable.
She looks up at me, and I don’t think. I just act. I kiss her just like she showed me outside. She opens immediately for me, and I groan into her mouth. Her lips fit perfectly against mine and are pouty and soft.
I roll so she’s on her back so I can deepen the kiss. She runs her soft hands down my back, meeting me kiss for kiss. Her body feels amazing against mine. Ever since I got to touch her outside, it’s all I can think of.
“Touch me,” she whispers against my lips before deepening the kiss again.
I swallow the nerves since I don’t have Gage coaching me. Would I be a complete ass if I ask him to come here?
I run my hand up her thigh and realize she doesn’t have shorts on, just panties.
The shirt fits her like a dress, so she doesn’t need them.
I slip my hand under the shirt, up her toned stomach, until I touch her bare breast. I don’t know why that turns me on even more, knowing she was almost completely bare for me before she walked in.
As Gage showed me, I roll her nipple between my fingers, and she arches into my touch. “Can I take your shirt off?”
She smiles. “Yes.”
I sit up on my knees and pull her with me.
I lift her shirt over her head, then lay her back down, rubbing my chest across her hard nipples on my way back to her mouth.
Her beautiful breasts are pressed against my chest while I devour her mouth.
I’m not shy about kissing her anymore, so I take whatever she gives me.
“Mine,” I say when I pull my mouth away from hers, looking her in the eyes. I know she isn’t just mine; she has them too, but right now. She. Is. Mine.
“I’m yours, Holden,” she whispers, and I feel my heart expand.
I kiss her lips once before kissing down her neck, stopping to pay attention to her sensitive nipples. She opens her legs wider, grinding her pussy against my hard cock through my shorts.
I have to close my eyes and breathe through my nose to stop myself from coming in my shorts again. I kiss down her stomach, right above her panties, then her pussy through her panties.
“Oh,” she breathes, raising her hips. I hook my hands in them and pull them slowly down her legs.
I toss them behind me before placing my hands on the inside of her thighs and spreading her legs wide.
I try to run through everything Gage told me while I’m getting situated between her legs.
I lick her from the opening of her pussy to her clit.
I circle my tongue around it, hoping I make this enjoyable for her.
Her hips jerk closer to my face, making me feel like a fucking superhero.
I circle her clit with my tongue until her hips rotate with me, then suck it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans, grinding into my face.
She could smother me with her pussy, and I wouldn’t care.
I slowly slide two fingers inside her, marveling at how wet I make her. I move my fingers around, searching for that magic spot. I get frustrated until her hips jerk up and her back bows.
I found it.
I start thrusting my fingers in and out while sucking and licking her clit, watching her face the whole time.
She makes the most beautiful face when you make her feel good.
Her eyes darken, her cheeks bloom with color, and her lips part slightly.
Her chest is heaving harder with each thrust of my fingers or each time I suck on her clit.
I feel her start to get tighter and tighter on my fingers.
I reach up with my free hand, rolling her nipple with my fingers.
I thrust two more times with my fingers and then suck her clit into my mouth.
“Holden!” she screams. I have to grind my cock into the mattress to keep from coming, just from hearing my name leave her lips. I did that to her. I made her scream my name.
I slide up her body, and she jerks my lips to hers, licking her taste off my tongue. Her hand slides down into my shorts; I have to grab her wrist to stop her. “I’ll come, Les.”
She giggles softly. “That’s the point.”
How do I tell her I want to come, but I want to be inside her when I do? I’m not brave with my words like the other guys; they tell her exactly what they want. I suck in a deep breath and gather all the courage I can.
“I want to…” I take a breath. “I want to be inside of you.”
She runs her hands down my cheeks, searching my eyes. She pecks my lips before she whispers, “Please.”
I push my shorts and boxers down, then kick them off. I’m so fucking lost on what to do. I know the basics, like where to put my cock, but I’m afraid of hurting her. I look at her tiny body and down at my cock, apprehension setting in. She looks so damn small lying there.
“Holden,” she rubs my cheeks again, “Where did your head go?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit.
“You won’t,” she promises. I have her naked in my bed, her legs wide open for me, my cock hanging free, and I’m going to fucking choke. “We don’t have to yet.”
“I want to, Bright eyes,” I say, then my eyes snap to hers. I’ve never called her that to her face, only in my head. Her face softens even more.
“Bright eyes?” she asks, gently rubbing her hands up my arms where they are braced beside her hips.
“The first good thing I saw was your bright blue eyes.”
Tears gather in her eyes. “Oh.”
I lean down and kiss them away. I don’t know why, but I know I’m ready at this moment. “Do you have a condom?”
She shakes her head. “If you trust me, you don’t need one.”
“I trust you with everything,” I tell her honestly. There has never been a doubt in my mind that I can’t trust her.
I move my hand between us and place my cock at her entrance. She looks so fucking small. I look up at her, worried again.
“Just go slow,” she says, rubbing my arms again. I move one hand beside her head and use my other hand to guide my cock.
The head of my cock barely enters before I have to breathe again. She is so tight and wet, and it’s so fucking hot. I don’t know if I will get all the way in before I come.