Chapter 6 – Alana #2
His eyes blaze with fire and fury. “You were sitting in my bar with some asshole draped all over you. How do you think that makes me look, Alana?”
And suddenly I understand. My laugh slips out before I can stop it. “Oh my God. Is this about your ego?”
He snarls at me, teeth bared as though he’s about to reply, but I don’t let him.
“Shall I tell you how it looked? It looked exactly like what it was. Two people talking. Just like you talk to your ex-girlfriends in that same bar at least once a week. It also looked like you are a man who trusts his wife, so much so he’s content to leave her in the company of another man while he deals with some business.
That was how it looked—at least until you went all alpha-male and threatened to break Bobby’s arm, and then you just looked like a jealous, insecure asshole! ”
His expression turns lethal, and that little voice in my head tells me to stop talking now, because he’s already beyond pissed, and I’m just going to make him madder.
But I ignore that little voice—because I’m beyond pissed too, and I have done nothing wrong.
“You’ve slept with half of LA,” I remind him.
“I constantly run into women who look like they want to eat you alive. But the one time someone from my past shows up, you lose your mind.”
“That is completely different,” he growls.
“Oh, yeah! How?”
“Because none of those women meant anything to me, Alana. But him? He meant something to you.” His lip curls in a sneer. “The one that got away.”
I knew that would bite me in the ass. “I didn’t say that, he did.”
“Then tell me who he is to you.”
I back up instinctively as Alejandro advances, matching me step-for-step until my back presses against the floor-to-ceiling window and I have nowhere left to go. Forty floors above the city. “I told you, he was my high school boyfriend.”
“Yes, you did tell me that. But that’s not all, is it? I’m obviously missing something. Now who, or what else, is he to you?”
I swallow hard as I look up into his eyes, confused and uncertain. “I don’t know what you want from me, Alex. There’s nothing else to tell.”
His fists slam against the glass on either side of my head and it rattles, making my heart lurch into my throat. “Who is he to you?”
The air between us vibrates, charged with electricity and tension. My pulse is racing. “He was my first crush. My first kiss,” I admit quietly.
Alejandro’s jaw tightens. “And?”
I suppose I owe him the truth, even if it might only make him more angry. “I guess I thought he would be my first everything else too. But he wasn’t. You know that.”
“So you were in love with him?” He frowns.
“No.” The answer comes easily because it’s the truth.
“I cared about him. But I’ve never loved anyone like that before.
Nobody but you.” And then I tell him about everything else.
How I’d planned to give Bobby my virginity when he came home for Christmas break because I thought it might fix us.
How he confessed first. And how it didn’t break my heart the way it should have.
His anger bleeds away as I talk, his dark eyes never leaving mine for a second. When I’ve finished speaking, he pins me against the glass with the weight of his large frame and brushes my hair behind my ear. “I hate that he got your first kiss.”
I stroke my fingers along his strong jawline as he presses his cheek into my palm. “You got my first everything else though.”
His nose runs over my cheek and he inhales, like he’s trying to drink me in. “But I want it all.”
I fist my hands in the lapels of his jacket and tug him an inch closer. “You might not have got my first kiss, but you will get every other one for the rest of my life. Isn’t that enough for you?”
His hands still beside my head, he kisses me softly and I melt into him as he cages me against the window. When I break our kiss for air, he grunts with frustration.
“I don’t have any firsts with you,” I remind him.
His dark eyes narrow and he reaches behind me, pulling down the long zipper at the back of my dress. It falls in a pool of green fabric at my feet. He lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You’re so very wrong about that.”
He carries me into his office and sets me down on his desk, flashing me a wicked grin. “You are the first woman I have ever fucked in my office.”
I roll my eyes. “Things like that don’t count.”
“Why not?” His arms circle my waist, pulling me closer until I can feel his hard length pressing against my center.
“Because this is just a room, Alex. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He’s already trailing delicious soft kisses up the side of my neck. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve never fucked a woman in my office because I have never trusted one enough to allow them in here before. This office is full of my secrets, Alana, and I only share them with you.”
My insides melt like warm chocolate and a deep sense of satisfaction and pride swells in my chest. So what if he’s a possessive asshole sometimes. He’s mine, and I am his. I press my lips to his ear, the way he likes it. “But you’ve never actually fucked me in here,” I purr.
“I’m about to change that fact in around ten seconds,” he says right before he tears my panties off.
My head sinks back into the pillow, eyes screwed closed in pleasure as Alejandro’s expert hands roam over my body.
He fucked me mercilessly on his desk in his office.
With one arm around my waist and one hand around my throat, he ground out all of his residual anger following our interaction with Bobby earlier.
What happened in there was all about him.
And my reward is that right now, it gets to be all about me.
He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he toys with my clit. “Who was the first man to touch this hot cono?”
“You,” I pant, pleasure coursing through my veins and making my head spin.
He slides two fingers inside me and wet heat rushes between my thighs. “Who was the first to finger fuck your tight cunt?”
“You were,” I groan, bucking my hips to take more of him.
“Yeah, I was,” he growls, confident and so sure of himself.
When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me intently, still gently finger fucking me while he brushes my clit with his thumb. “Did he ever make you this wet? Because you’re fucking dripping all over me here.”
Damn, that dirty mouth of his makes me shiver almost as much as his touch. “You know that he didn’t,” I groan. “Only you, Alex. Only you.”
He continues working me over slowly, sweeping the pad of his thumb back and forth over my clit as his fingers massage inside me. My pussy squeezes him, desperate for more, but he continues teasing me until I’m desperate to come.
“Alex! Please?” I plead.
“Oh, Alana, you know how much I love to hear you beg.” Thankfully, he takes pity on me and works his fingers and his thumb hard against those sweet spots that have me falling apart around him.
When he’s rubbed the last of my orgasm from my trembling body, he shifts his weight until he’s nestled between my thighs and his cock is nudging at my opening.
He lifts his two fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean as he stares into my eyes.
“Your cum is fucking addictive, do you know that? Now, tell me, who was the first man to taste you, Alana?”
“You,” I pant, the last tremors of my climax still washing over me in delicious waves.
“And who was the first to fuck you? Your tight pussy, your mouth, and your perfect ass?”
I sink my teeth into my lip. He’s being a possessive asshole again and I love it. His eyes are still full of fire, but it’s fueled by lust now rather than anger. I flutter my eyelashes at him. “You.”
“That’s right, princesa. And I am the only man who is ever going to do any of those things to you ever again. Every single inch of your body belongs to me. You got that?”
“Yes.” I nod. His possessiveness should not be this hot, but god it is. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “Just like yours belongs to me.”
He sucks in a breath, and I hear a low growl in his throat. “Yes, it fucking does.” Then he pushes his huge cock into me and fucks me so hard, I forget all about Bobby Conroy and every other man I have ever even so much as glanced at. This man here is my everything.
There’s only him and me right now, and the rest of the world falls away.