Page 22 of Enough Isn’t Everything (Everything Trilogy #1)

Chapter Fifteen

MY TWO MEN

Alfie dipped down and picked me up, pushing me against the cold tiled wall of the shower. He held my ass cheeks, then lowered me onto him. I glided slowly down the length of him as he sank himself deep inside of me. “Oh, fuck… your little pussy is so tight,” he growled.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as he filled me to my core.

He leaned back, holding my gaze as he thrust at a leisurely pace in and out of me. “You don’t have to stroke my ego by calling me your God,” he teased jokingly.

My eyes widened and he smiled. I smiled back and dropped my head to his shoulder. Alfie held me while I made soft sounds, moaning with pleasure.

His movements inside me were slow and unhurried. He kissed my neck and mouth, then after a while he began to increase his speed. I was bobbing up and down, his strong arms holding me in place.

Chuckling softly at the noises I was making—some from the ecstasy I was feeling, some from giggling as it tickled—Alfie scolded me, “Stop it, Lily, I’m getting tickly.”

Thrusting faster and harder, then slowing up a little to make it last, Alfie’s face was twisted in concentration. As my muscles began to clench around his thick cock, he began thrusting as hard as the shower and his strength of holding me up would allow.

Grunting loudly, I urged him, “Don’t stop, Alfie, yeah, just like that, just like that…” After we came we clung desperately to each other.

“Lily, fuck.” His head crumpled into my neck, and he growled, “Goddammit.”

He leaned into me, still supporting me against the tile wall with just his body, his hands splayed against the wall. Alfie exhaled sharply. We stayed there for a minute, still breathless and panting hard.

Slowly he slid out and carefully placed me down, before sliding us to sit on the shower floor. He turned and kissed my head and pulled me close for a hug.

Alfie recovered quicker than the previous times, and he stood up, indicating that I should do the same, and we quickly washed ourselves again in the shower. Then Alfie stepped out, dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and left the bathroom without saying a word to me.

When I came out of the bathroom to look for my clothes, he had flipped the mattress over and was making the bed with fresh sheets.

I began picking up my clothing and he turned to look at me. “You don’t have to go home, it’s really late.” I didn’t know what to say, so I continued to pick my things up off of the floor. “Stay, I’d like you to stay,” he sighed.

“Why?” I think I meant to think this, but it came out anyway.

Alfie ran his hand through his hair. “We both know what this is, Lily. It’s just that I don’t want to think of you running around at all hours because of me.” I stood and watched him make the bed, not sure of what to do.

When he finished what he was doing, he slipped between the sheets and patted the bed. “Come on, Lily, it’s really late, and we don’t have to get up early in the morning. Wouldn’t you prefer to snuggle than having that ride back?”

I was tired and curious to know him better. If I stayed, would I learn more about why he was like he was? I nodded. “No sex though,” I warned as I crawled into bed and hugged myself. Alfie made no attempt to touch me, despite his enticement of snuggling to get me to stay.

He turned his back to me, and I felt disappointed. The mixed messages he sent me were messing with my head. Within a few minutes I could hear his slow, even breaths. Alfie had already fallen asleep.

I sighed, thinking I should have gone home. Instead, I was lying next to this stunningly handsome and complex man, who took my breath away, and I knew I was in denial because you couldn’t help but want more from him.

Alfie was this amazing guy, who connected with me physically like no one else ever had. He made me want to do things I never would have dreamed of, and I could have him in my bed whenever I wanted.

The snag was with no strings attached. My heart cracked a little when I admitted this to myself, because I knew that I wanted the whole hearts-and-flowers romance.

And I found myself getting upset when I realized I’d never have that with him. Alfie’s attitude toward sex slightly perturbed me, with his lack of emotion and his charm that switched on in private and off in public.

In my mind, I was wondering if something had happened to him, for him to be so adamant about not getting into a relationship. He may just be detached and disassociated from his feelings. I nestled down in the bed, pulling the comforter up under my chin.

Obviously, I knew before we started this, that it wouldn’t last, but I’d been foolish to think I could handle it, that I wouldn’t want more.

I turned to face him lying on the side I usually fell asleep on. When I did this I could feel his body heat radiate toward me. The smell of his fresh bodywash on his just showered body drew me to him, and it took everything I had not to slip my arms around him and nuzzle close.

A tear rolled down my face as I thought about the fact that we could enjoy each other’s bodies in the ways that we did, but a caress without sex was unacceptable as it intimated affection.

“You’ve ruined me.” The words of a barely there whisper from a dream I didn’t recall having woke me up. I had a headache. My throat and mouth felt dry from the champagne.

I remembered where I was, and it was so hot. Alfie’s legs and arms were tangled around me. He was cuddling me, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist, one hand softly caressing my ass cheek.

My face was buried in his chest, my arm draped over his hip. I swallowed hard and lay there for a few minutes, listening to his steady heartbeat and smelling his scent.

Enjoying the feel of his soft skin, the comfort of his embrace, and his deep breaths wafting over my forehead, as he slept, I peered up trying not to disturb him. Alfie’s stunningly beautiful features were relaxed, and he looked so peaceful.

Perfect lips looking so succulent that I wanted to press mine against them. When I tried to free myself, his eyes fluttered, and he tightened his grip on me, readjusting himself, to get me closer. Firmly, his hand slid up to cover my lower back, keeping me in place.

Opening his eyes slowly, Alfie confused me because he made no attempt to free me. “Hey,” he said, smiling slowly as he looked down at me. Pulling me closer into him, his erection stirred on my belly.

It was too comfortable lying beside him though. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. I was in danger of tearing up so I pushed free of him. “I need to use the bathroom.” I rolled over and pushed myself off of the mattress.

Sitting on the toilet with my head in my hands, I wished I hadn’t stayed over. I was facing an awkward morning-after thing, and my clothes were still on his bedroom floor.

I considered asking him to pass them to me, but I knew that would just make a bigger deal of things. So I cracked the bathroom door open and stepped back into his room. I picked up my clothes and began to dress. “Hey… what’s the hurry, babe?”

“I want to get home, Alfie. I have stuff to do today.” He looked disappointed but didn’t try to dissuade me from leaving. “Can you call me a cab?” I tried to make my mood sound light when I asked this.

“Okay, you’re a cab… is this a new fetish?” he smirked.

When he saw that I wasn’t laughing, he sighed. “I’ll take you home, Lily.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather go by cab.”

Without responding again, he threw back the sheets, got off the bed, and began walking around naked, his morning wood standing proud. When he found his tablet, he looked up, found a number, then called it on his cell.

Taking some jeans out of the closet, he pulled them on, and disappeared downstairs, leaving me to finish putting my outfit on. When I went down, he was in the kitchen, the radio playing, and he was busy singing along and making himself an omelet.

He twisted his body around to see me, switched the stove off, and leaned against the counter. Following me, his eyes never left me as I came downstairs. “Thank you for last night. I had a great time with you.” He folded his arms over his chest, rubbing his left pectoral muscle, and he smiled at me.

I don’t know why, but I sounded cold. “No, problem, I had a good time too.” His smile slipped for a moment, but it soon returned as he moved toward me and put his arms around my waist.

“Why don’t you spend the day here?” I felt it was a strange offer, especially with the no-strings aspect of us.

I would have stayed in a heartbeat if I thought that he felt anything toward me.

But he didn’t. “Well, maybe you have time to have sex all day, but I have other stuff that needs my attention,” I teased, trying to sound light-hearted.

“Besides, I’m meeting Will later. We have stuff to discuss. ”

As I was saying this, the cab he’d called for me pulled up. Before he could come over in my direction again, I was out the door and seated in the cab.

He stood holding his front door. His head turned and followed the cab until I lost sight of him. I sat back in the seat and let out a huge sigh, closing my eyes. This didn’t feel as uncomplicated as I had expected it to. I made a note not to stay over again.

Arriving back at the apartment shortly before Holly, I was on the couch when she opened the front door. She was sneaking in with her shoes under her arms and froze when she saw me.

I burst out laughing. “Why are you sneaking in? Where have you been?” I asked, still giggling. Holly rolled her eyes.

“Oh, honey, I’ve been in heaven.” Then she laughed so loudly, I had to shush her so we wouldn’t get any complaints from the neighbors.

“Okay, come on, dish the dirt,” I prompted.

“Well, honey, I’m not sure I want to share with y’all yet,” she teased. I scowled and crossed my arms.

“Holly, you have been complaining like a drain that we’ve all been having orgasms and you were Arizona, or somewhere, remember?”

Smirking, she raised her eyebrow. “I was?”

I started laughing and waved my hand away. “Okay, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. Please keep your sordid details to yourself.”

Holly grinned and pretended to look dejected. “Oh, that’s not fair. I do want to tell you!” I twisted my lips as if I was considering whether to allow her to do this.

“Okay, let’s top up the orange juice, grab some toast, and I’ll feel like I’m at the movies.” She chuckled at me.

“Go do that, honey, I need to pee, be right back.” And she sashayed off to the bathroom.

We settled down to breakfast, and Holly gave her account of last night. “Well, Brett, as you know, is gorgeous, six feet three inches, big dick, big hands, big…” I giggled.

“I get it Holly, Big Brett,” I finished for her. We both laughed.

She bit into her toast and continued, “Okay, so he asked me to go for a late drink. His friend has a bar. We sat after hours, talking for a while and just connected. We have so much in common.” She smiled.

“He’s an oil man like my daddy, but he’s taking some time off right now. Anyway, I ended up at his place, and he was the best lay I’ve ever had, honey. I’ll definitely be going back for seconds.”

I blushed at her as she lay back on the chair fanning herself with her hand. Holly finished gushing about her night with Brett and yawned, then took herself off to bed. I went to dress and caught sight of my outfit.

I needed to dress like the girl I wanted to be today, I wanted to be taken seriously for my music, not for my looks. I had to find my confidence without power dressing, except for the occasions when I performed.

Pulling on a plain, baggy, blue top and jeans, my hair scooped back in a low ponytail, I dressed down. My only makeup confined to a touch of mascara and lip gloss.

Picking up my guitar case, I slung it over my shoulder, stuffing a notation book and some music theory notes in my backpack. I bit an apple between my teeth and headed off to campus.

When I drove into the parking lot, Will was sitting on a concrete bollard. He sprung up and headed for my car. “Hey. Lily! I was hoping you’d turn up today.”

I smiled warmly at him. “You read my mind. I was hoping the same thing of you. I don’t have your cell phone number yet.”

We smiled at each other again and swapped cell numbers.

Will began to discuss how well everything had gone for us the previous night, delighted with the feedback we got.

Apart from the offers of bar work, a guy had approached him about playing an instrumental with full credits on a track he was recording.

I was so pleased for him. I hugged him spontaneously, and he hugged me back. As we were wrapped around each other Alfie’s car swung round and parked in the lot, right beside us.

Hesitantly, I considered pulling away from Will, in case Alfie got the wrong idea. Will was still hugging me absentmindedly, rocking me back and forth, as he finished telling me his news.

We were both looking at each other and laughing when Alfie got out of the car. “Get a room, Will, or go get some ice cream and cool off!” I blushed slightly and stood hanging on Will’s waistline, his arm still around me.

“Vanilla’s a good flavor for good girls I hear,” he teased, but his jaw was tense. Seeing Will and I like this wasn’t about to dissuade Alfie that we had nothing going on.

Alfie kept walking and shouted back at us without turning around, “Great gig last night. Y’all blew my mind.” I knew there was another double entendre in his comment and felt a little bad that Will wasn’t in on the private joke, but I still couldn’t help smirking at that.

Letting go of Will, I stood back and noted that he looked annoyed with Alfie. “Sorry, the guy’s a moron.” He shrugged helplessly at me with a small smile.

Smirking, I commented, “Oh, he’s insignificant, don’t worry about me. I can more than handle him.”

As I said this, I remembered how silly Alfie had looked lying flat out on his bed, his condom still hanging from his dick and I giggled. Will looked concerned. “Are you sure?” I smiled at Will’s concern.

“Of course, I’ve met assholes like him a lot in my line of work. I’ve been around bars since I started playing at sixteen.” I winked. Will looked more convinced then because I saw him visibly relax.

If only I could convince myself.