Page 21 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

“Oh, fuck,” Blanks says in horror as he returns from the restroom, immediately withdrawing his wallet and placing a hundred-dollar bill on the bar top. He stares at the woman,dancing alone, yet beside me, and asks, “Did she say anything to you?”

“I mean, she told me I was pretty,” I whisper back. “Then ordered me a shot.”

“Yeah, well, we’re leaving,” he says, ordering me with his eyes to get rid of the napkin still sitting in my lap. I lift the napkin, setting it on top of my practically empty plate, and as I slide off my stool, a soft hand reaches out for my left hand.

“Wow! Look at this thing!” The woman hiccups as she holds my hand to stare into the large diamond. The moment isn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but there’s a certain pity I feel for her. Wasted, the Friday before Christmas, practically alone at a bar.

“Can I take you home? Do you need a ride?” I offer. Blanks is shaking his head at me, though.

The woman laughs again, letting my hand fall. “No, that’s okay, Ella. You go home to Prince Charming, and I’ll stayrighthere.” Ella? Blanks is still shaking his head. I wonder if this is one of his exes. Well, not an ex, but a previouspartner. That’s the best word I can think of to describe any woman getting into bed with him.

With a hand around my waist, Blanks pulls me into his side, tugging for us to go. I feel terrible abandoning her. What if someone tries to take advantage? But just as I’m having that thought, an older woman with long gray hair and a perfect blowout walks over.

“Babydollll,” she says sympathetically, wiping a stray tear off the dancing woman’s cheek.

The gorgeous woman chokes on a sob, wiping another tear away before she starts laughing maniacally.

I want to turn back, but Blanks is jostling me towards the exit hurriedly.

“What was that about?” I ask as we step out into the cold parking lot, my breath turning to fog as I speak.

“It’s nothing. Can we go home now, please?” he asks, not leaving any room for follow-up questions, giving me his back. He opens my car door, sealing me inside, then joins me a second later. Without saying anything, he starts the car, peeling out of the gravel parking lot.

“She could do better than you anyways,” I say, staring straight ahead into the headlight beams lighting up the pine trees on either side of the road.

He laughs, really laughs. “That’s what you think that was?”

I shrug.

He laughs softer again. “Yup, you’re right. She could do better than me.” He leaves it at that, and I smile the rest of the drive home.

I expect him to be gone when I walk inside the still-dark room. But he isn’t. He’s rolled over now, facing the doorway in my direction, and I falter. Should I leave him to go sleep on the couch? That feels like the wisest choice. But my heart is telling me to be in this bed when he wakes up.

Taking care to undress quietly, I strip, starting with my shoes. Then Blanks’s sweater and my tee shirt come off, still stuck together like a second skin. I pop the button on my jeans to shimmy them down, and like I can sense the weight of his gaze, I bring my eyes up to meet his now open ones.

He stares at me, and I stare back. But I don’t stop. If anything, my movements become unintentionally sensual. I unclip the back snaps of my bra, letting my breasts fall from their cups, suddenly feeling unimaginably heavy.

I can feel my heartbeat in my fingertips as I slide a hand under the strap of my underwear to glide them down my thighs and past my feet. The cool air hitting the slick warmth between my legs surprises me. Because all I can think about ishisthick hand holding me down.

With a heavy swallow, I turn to pick up the baggy t-shirt I’d worn earlier, depositing it back over my body. Feeling myself twitch as my perked nipples graze against the fabric. Feeling the humidity between my thighs.

Everything feels like it’s burning.

He’s still facing me, and I hesitate to get in bed.

“I can go sleep on the sofa…” I whisper, but he’s shaking his head. There aren’t any words that form; there’s no sound spoken, but the sentiment is clear.Stay with me, Emma. Just a little bit longer.

SIX

Alex

She steps forward, her feet falling soft on the thick rug. Pulling back the covers, she gazes over me, stopping at my waist.

She crawls onto the bed but doesn’t lie down. Instead, she moves her hand to my belt buckle, deftly sliding the leather out of its fastening. My breath feels hot against my own skin as she uses both hands to undo the top button of my jeans, my dick swollen and pulsing right beneath her touch. The tip, thick and angry, is wedged between the band of my briefs and my abdomen.

I wasn’t expecting to havethisreaction, but when she’s close to me and she uses that voice, I can’tnotstart to feel something stirring. Thawing.

Moving over me, she grabs onto both sides of my pants and pulls, bringing them down my legs, then sliding them off, throwing them to the floor on my side of the bed.