Chapter 51 #2
Micah comes to a dead stop in front of us. “What did you see?”
I lock my lips and shake my head. I didn’t see much, but the way he’s acting, more happened in that kitchen than dirty talk. Evander walks in and casually leans against the wall in front of us, not at all bothered by current events. Interesting.
“Alessa,” Micah warns like I’m a child.
“I thought you said not in the kitchen,” I say and start laughing again.
“Someone care to explain,” Ryder says, looking between us all. I lean down and whisper in his ear what I saw but tell him to make it seem like it’s more. “Holy fucking shit,” he exclaims, playing into it easily.
Micah bares his teeth, then stomps toward the backdoor to the pool house. I look at Evander. “You and my uncle, huh?” I ask, still perched on Ryder’s back.
Evander looks down the hall and back at me, shaking his head. “No.”
There’s a lot of weight with that one word, making me wonder what I really stumbled into.
“What’s going on?” I ask, dropping all teasing.
Evander smiles, and it’s kind of sad. “Nothing.”
Ryder lets me slide down his back onto my feet.
I step closer to Evander. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.
” Something about his eyes breaks my heart.
He doesn’t usually show his emotions, but they’re written all over his face.
Whatever happened or didn’t happen with Micah is hurting him.
“I appreciate that,” Evander says, reaching out and squeezing my hand. He tucks his hands in his pockets and makes his way down the hallway.
“Why do I feel like we stepped into some deep shit?” Dex asks, watching Evander disappear from view.
“Because we did.” I don’t know how I know, but I do. Something major is brewing in that poolhouse.
I need to let Leo know he needs to check on his brother. Maybe he can talk to him.
“It’s crawling with guards,” Holden says, pointing at the monitors running Viktor’s feed. We are t-minus one hour before leaving; this is not what I need to hear.
I lean back in my chair beside Holden. “The more, the merrier, I guess.”
He grabs my hand and tugs my chair closer to his before kissing my knuckles. He folds my hand in his, laying it on his lap. “I don’t like this, Bright eyes,” he says quietly.
Truth be told, I don’t either, but I can’t tell Holden that; the worry is already written all over his face. “It’ll be fine. We’ve done this before.”
“I know you’re more than capable,” he says with a little more steam.
“That’s not the point. The people I love are going into that house.
” He realizes what he said the same time I do, and his eyes flash to my face.
I can see him withdrawing from insecurity, and then something amazing happens.
I watch the resolve settle over him; he stands up, jerking me to my feet with him.
He drops my hand to grab both sides of my face so I have to look into those beautiful chocolate eyes.
“I love you, Alessa.” He shakes his head.
“I’m in love with you. You’re my everything.
My brightness in the darkness. My savior.
My soul. My heart. My life. And I’m done fucking hiding. I love you.”
I can feel the tears flash down my cheeks, and I don’t even try to stop them.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him as tightly as possible.
“You are my brightness, Holden. I knew who you were the moment you came home with us. I’ve always been so fucking proud of everything you did to get out of that hellhole.
I love you. I’m in love with you.” I pull back to look back into his eyes. “It’s okay to love Ryder too.”
His cheeks darken, and it’s always my favorite thing. “That is why I love you so much, Bright eyes. You don’t see it, but you’re perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect for us. You gave me my life back.”
I haven’t, not yet. Not until his shit uncle is dead, but that’s for another time. “Please never lose who you are, Holden, not in this mess.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t.”
He pulls me close again, but this time his lips are on mine.
I wasn’t joking when I said Holden is a fast learner.
The man can turn me into a puddle at his feet with a simple kiss.
I want to show him how much I love him with my body, but we’re already pressed for time.
I pull back from the kiss. “Later,” I promise.
He nods but continues kissing my neck. “Holden,” I say, and it’s supposed to be a warning, but it comes out more like a breathy moan.
Distraction time. “What happened with Ryder today?” He yanks me closer, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach, then slides his hand down my ass. Okay. Wrong thing to ask, apparently.
He walks me backward until my legs hit the couch; he presses his advantage by following me down, stretching his body over mine. Fuck it. “Make it quick.”
His head jerks up. “What?”
“Fuck me. Hard and fast.”
He groans and jerks me back to my feet. He starts unsnapping and unzipping his jeans, then yanks them down, freeing his huge cock. He kicks them the rest of the way off when my shorts and panties hit the floor. “I want to try something,” he says while blushing.
“Okay,” I say slowly, praying he’s not wanting to stick that baseball bat he calls a dick up my ass right now.
He rubs the back of his neck. “I want you to bend over.”
“Doggy?” I ask, and he nods. That I can do. I smile at him before turning around and placing my hands on the couch cushions, pushing my ass out. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” he croaks, rubbing his hand over my ass to sink two fingers into my pussy. “You’re always so wet for me.”
All the guys talk dirty, but it’s always so much dirtier coming from Holden’s innocent mouth. “Cock inside me. Now.”
He laughs, pulling his fingers free. He notches his cock at my entrance. “Yes, Boss,” he quips, grabbing my hips before slamming his hips forward, burying himself in my pussy in one firm thrust.
My back bows with a moan. It’s always such a delicious burn taking Holden.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his fingers flexing on my hips.
“Fuck me, Holden,” I beg, wiggling my ass. “Please.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His grip on my hips turns bruising, then he pulls out and slams back in. He’s so deep this way I swear I feel him in my stomach, but I fucking love it.
He starts at a fast pace, fucking me so hard he grunts each time his thighs make contact with my ass. He has noises coming out of my mouth I’m sure I’ve never made. Mewls, whimpers and I’m begging him to fuck me harder.
“Fuck, Les,” he breathes, never slowing his strokes. “Your pussy feels so good.”
He raises one leg, planting a foot on the couch beside my knee, then leans forward, bracing one hand on the back and the other wrapped around my waist, changing the whole fucking angle.
“Holy shit,” I moan when he starts fucking me like that.
I have nowhere to go because he’s holding my waist against him. His thrusts never stop the fast pace, but he stays so deep inside me that his cock is constantly rubbing my g-spot.
“Is this okay?” he pants out beside my ear.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I beg. I can feel my orgasm building really fast.
“Ryder fucked me today,” he whispers.
“Oh God. Was it good?”
His thrusts get harder. “I’m addicted to it just like I’m addicted to this sweet pussy.”
Where the hell is my Holden? This isn’t my Holden, but I sure as fuck am not complaining.
“Holden,” I moan, “Fuck.”
He tightens his arm on my waist, his hips still hammering forward. “You going to come for me, Bright eyes? I can feel your pussy strangling my cock.”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes,” I pant with each hard thrust.
“Where are you going to come?”
“All over your cock,” I moan loudly. My release is hovering on the edge, just building bigger and bigger.
He reaches down and pinches my clit; it’s all I need. I feel that normal pressure building from deep down, and I know what will happen. He pulls out, still pinching my clit, causing me to squirt everywhere. He starts rubbing my clit in tight circles, making more liquid gush.
“Fuck! Holden!”
He slams back inside, grabbing my hips again, fucking me harder than he was before. My head falls forward, my arms barely holding me up. His thrusts start to stutter, and then I feel him start swelling.
“Alessa!” he comes with a shout. Feeling him fill me up with his cum makes a short sharp orgasm rip through me, surprising us both.
“Shit,” he grunts when I squeeze down on his sensitive cock. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out, making me squeeze him again. “Oh. Shit,” he groans, pulling his cock out.
His cum is leaking down my thighs, and he seems transfixed by the sight. “Whatcha looking at?” I tease.
He drops to his knees behind me, running his fingers through the mess he made. “Your leaking pussy.”
“Stop,” I groan. I could already feel myself getting turned on again.
“So, this is gathering intel?” Both our heads snap around to Leo’s dry tone. He’s leaning against the closed door with a smirk. How long has he been there?
“It’s not my fault. Les can’t keep her hands off of me,” Holden jokes.
My mouth drops open. “You lying little shit,” I say, standing up and whirling around. He’s still on his knees in front of me with a shit-eating grin. “You’re already ruined.”
He shrugs. “We can blame Gage.”
Leo laughs. “I like that idea.”
“I should make you clean up your mess,” I say, gesturing to my thighs. Holden looks up at me with heated eyes before shoving my hips back, making me land on the couch on my ass with a bounce. He puts his hands on the back of my knees and spreads me wide. “Holden, I was joking,” I say breathlessly.
“I’m not,” he says gruffly before his tongue swipes up my thigh, where our releases are mixed together. “We taste amazing together.”
“Fuck,” I hear Leo groan, and my eyes flash to his. He’s just as turned on as us, and we’re definitely out of time.
Holden licks up my other thigh, cleaning it up before burying his face in my pussy. “Shit,” I moan, my hand flying to his hair. I feel his tongue swirl around my entrance before he starts fucking me with his tongue. “Holden.”
He hums before licking up to my clit, his eyes on me the whole time.
It’s the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever done.
He doesn’t care that he is tasting his own cum; he’s enjoying it as much as me.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and a surprising orgasm rushes through me with such force that I can’t even scream.
He slides his tongue back down, lapping up my orgasm before sitting back on his heels, smiling.
“What am I going to do with you?” I ask with a breathless laugh. I guess he wasn’t joking when he said he was done hiding.
“Keep me,” he replies.
“Forever,” I promise, running my hand through his hair.
I look up at Leo. “Both of you.”
Leo smiles and walks forward, laying a kiss on my lips. “Forever and ever.” Then looks down at Holden. “You’re a dirty fucker.”
Holden laughs. “You’re just mad you didn’t get to taste it.”
“Fair point,” Leo agrees.
Holden hops to his feet and jerks Leo’s lips to his by his shirt, sinking his tongue into his mouth. Leo is shocked still for two seconds before kissing Holden back.
Holden pulls back with a grin. “Now you tasted it.”
Leo’s eyes are wide, and the look on his face is hilarious. I can’t help but bust out laughing.
I don’t know what happened with Holden today, but I love this open side of him.
Even if he is randomly kissing another one of my boyfriends.