CHAPTER 26 ALEXIS
“Mm,” I moan. I’ve never actually woken up to a massage before, but he’s working my back like a pro, and once I’m lucid enough to realize what’s happening, I flip over so he can massage my front, too.
We fell asleep naked, and he takes full advantage of that as I turn toward him, massaging my breasts now instead of my back.
“Oh God,” I moan. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter just from the work he’s doing on my chest and a fierce ache forms between my legs.
Instead of moving on top of me, though, he settles in on his back and urges me on top of him. I straddle him, but he doesn’t push into me quite yet. Instead, he grabs my ass and one of his fingers moves over a little to press on my asshole.
I lean forward—maybe to give him better access, or maybe to feel his cock as it throbs between us.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, and he pushes his finger in.
“Exploring my wife’s body.”
I cry out louder than I probably should given the fact that there are other people in this house, but I don’t really care.
We’re newlyweds, and we’re enjoying our private time together, and hearing him call me his wife with his finger moving into that forbidden entrance nearly sends me into an instant climax.
He slowly fills me as he moves his finger up, and it’s a little unexpected, but it’s new and different and freaking out of this world.
I gasp as he pulls his finger out then thrusts it back in, stretching the tight hole, and my hips shift back as I moan my pleasure.
I shift back far enough that he fists his cock in his free hand, his other hand still tied up with my ass, and I slide down on top of him.
Holy shit.
I claw at his chest as I feel the fullness from both ends, and he helps guide me up and down with one hand on my ass cheek while the other continues to drive in and out of my ass.
I slide up and down his cock, and he slides up and down my ass.
I’m not sure I can take much more before I completely fall apart, and just when I think I’m about to come, he slips his finger out of me.
“Flip over,” he demands, and I do it, getting up on all fours.
He slides his cock back into me from behind, and he slips his finger back into my ass, working both entrances at the same time from a different angle.
My nipples graze along the soft comforter, sending new shockwaves through me as I shift my hips back to urge him in deeper.
Every thrust sends me closer and closer to the edge, and then my body can’t take any more of the onslaught of pure pleasure.
The intensity of this climax is like nothing I’ve felt before as it radiates from three different pleasure points.
I scream my way through it as my body vibrates and pulses through the tidal wave of bliss, and he doesn’t pull his cock or his finger out of me until I collapse down on the bed, unable to physically hold myself upright any longer.
He pulls out of me and fists his cock, letting out a low growl as he jerks himself off, the hot come splashing down onto my ass with every jerk of his hand, and when he’s done coming, he rolls his dick around in the mess he just made on my ass for a beat before he lets out a long sigh and stands.
He returns a beat later with a towel, and he wipes me clean.
It’s sort of a strange thought, but it runs through my brain anyway. I would’ve left it there all day, knowing that he marked me as his.
What we just did was hot and primal and so, so damn good.
I’m panting, unable to move, and he leans down and presses a kiss to my temple.
I think I fall asleep for a bit, and I wake when he walks out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
“What a way to wake up,” he says, and a lazy smile pulls at my lips as I flip over and check out my husband wearing just a towel.
“Mm-hm,” I murmur. That’s right…those abs are mine.
I might just be the luckiest girl in the world.
He picks up his phone off the nightstand and glances at the screen.
“Oh shit,” he says. He glances up at me. “We have a problem.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Fuck. Actually, we have two problems. A text from my father that says I have until noon today to reply to him and a text from Gregory that says your dad is headed back to San Diego.”
“Shit,” I mutter, and I force myself to sit up. I feel a little dizzy after that ridiculous sexual encounter I just had, and it takes me a minute to get my bearings.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“It just feels like we can’t catch a break.” I let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s tackle one thing at a time. What does your father want?”
He shrugs. “No idea. I never replied to him yesterday, and it would appear he’s unhappy about that.”
“Well, start there. Let’s find out.”
He nods and dials his father—still in his towel. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a hand through his wet hair as he puts the phone on speaker so I can hear, too.
“I figured that would get you to call,” his father answers. No hello. No cordial greeting. Just an asshole response from a total jerk.
“What do you want from me?” Danny asks.
“You know what I want,” he hisses.
“More money? Fine. Take it all. I don’t even fucking care anymore.”
“I don’t want your money. You ruined my life, and now, well…” he trails off, but the insinuation is clear. He wants revenge, and he doesn’t care that it’s his own son he’s getting revenge on.
“I didn’t ruin your life,” Danny protests. “You did that with the choices you made.”
He’s facing away from me, but I give him a silent way to go pat on the back.
“And you took those choices and used them to ruin me,” his father says.
“What is your problem?” Danny asks. “Why are you doing this to me now?”
“Because I have the leverage to do it now. I’ve waited nearly twenty years for this moment.”
“What, the moment when you could try to take it all out from under me? Or the moment when you know you’re dying from the cancer eating away at your lungs, and you won’t have to face any other consequences than burning in hell once your number’s called?”
His father is silent on the other end of the line.
“Yeah. I know about it. And I have other shit on you, too, so you can fuck right off.” Danny hangs up on his dad, and he hunches over, leaning his elbows on his knees and hanging his head for a beat.
I get onto my knees and move over toward him, linking my arms around him for a bear hug from behind.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly.
He blows out a heavy breath. “Fine,” he mutters.
“Talk to me.”
“I didn’t want to use that against him. I just…felt like I was out of cards to play, and it just tumbled out.”
“I know it did. And now we wait for his reaction.”
He turns around to look at me, and he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry if I just made things worse for us.”
I shake my head. “Don’t you dare be sorry. I’m sorry you’re dealing with this. I’m sorry he treats you like that.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. And I have Gregory working to erase that tape, so fingers crossed it works, and he won’t have a threat to hold over us anymore.”
“If you have Gregory on this, I’m confident we’ll be free of him soon. He’s the best,” I say.
“He is. Do you know what’s going on with him and my mom?” he asks.
I shake my head. “He doesn’t talk to me about anything personal. The closest we got to personal stuff was before he walked me down the aisle, and he said he thinks of me like a daughter.”
“I love that for you,” he says softly.
“Me too. I think he’d be good for your mom. They seem like such opposites, but I think they could make each other happy.”
“So do I,” he murmurs, and then he rises to a stand. “Okay, next on the agenda is your dad. What are we going to do?”
“How did he trace us to San Diego?”
He shrugs as he walks over to grab some clothes from his suitcase. “I’m guessing it had something to do with Cooper and Rush coming to town, but I’m not sure. It was risky to let anyone know where we are.”
I nod. “Maybe Gregory could get us a new car and we could duck out early?”
“Do you want to duck out early?”
I shake my head. “Of course not. This is pure heaven here. And the bonfire last night? I’ve never done anything like that. I loved it, Danny.”
“Then we come back and we do it again. Do you still want a honeymoon at Disneyland?”
I nod. “Yes, but it was supposed to be in two days.”
“It still will be, but we might have to be on the run for those two days in between,” he says.
It feels like it’s just one complication after the next.
I want his dad to leave us alone.
I want my dad to leave us alone.
I want the world to leave us alone.
But I don’t get to have any of those things. The only solution if I want to be alone with this man is to keep running.
“Then let’s run,” I say.