Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“What happened, Alexa?” I had to coax the story from her.

“With my dad in jail and no money she met someone online. And she left with him.”

I had stopped watching the game. I hit mute on the remote. “Where did your mom go?”

“To Mexico.” Alexa wiped at another tear. “But I don’t know if she made it. I don’t know if she’s there. All I know is that I can’t find her. And I’ve looked. I’ve hired investigators. I’ve spent money looking for her. Nothing has turned up. She’s a ghost. I think she’s dead.”

“Shit,” I whispered. That was fucked up. Fucked up for her. For her mom. For her dad. I didn’t know if I should hold her or get a detective on the phone myself. I wanted to do something.

“Yeah. See why it’s not something I talk about? It’s an embarrassment. My dad is in jail. My mom cheated on him. Ran away and she didn’t even bother to worry about her daughter. Not exactly the picture perfect story Jake wants out there for the country sweetheart I am.”

“What did you do? Where did you go when she left?” I didn’t give a shit about Jake right now. That asshole only had one priority and it wasn’t Alexa.

She sniffed once more, but I couldn’t tell if she was about to cry or if she had stopped herself. That was the end of the tears. “I moved to Nashville. I met Jake and the rest is history.”

“But she could be out there? You don’t know for sure.” There was a lot of uncertainty in Alexa’s past.

“I don’t think so. Wouldn’t she have come back by now? If you had a daughter who was worth a bajillion dollars, wouldn’t you show up?” she asked.

“Maybe she has too much pride. Maybe she doesn’t want to admit what she did was wrong.” I didn’t know her mom and I wasn’t taking the woman’s side. I didn’t know why people made shitty decisions. I’d made more than enough.

“I knew you were strong, but I didn’t know exactly how strong.” I wrapped my other arm around her. “You amaze me, Alexa.”

“Really? That entire story didn’t turn you off? You don’t think differently about me?”

“I do. I think you’re one hell of a woman. My woman.” I rolled her to face me. Her breasts draped over me, her nipples brushing my chest.

“I didn’t grow up like you and Linc. You don’t care?”

“No. Doesn’t matter what happened before the night I paid twenty-five thousand dollars to hear you sing.” I tried to make her smile.

“It’s such a dark secret,” she whispered.

“I know it is. But I’ll keep it.” I kissed her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her tears.

She rocked forward. “You promise, Luke?”

Her hips ground into my cock and it hardened into a thick rod. Holy fuck.

“I promise. I’ll never tell.”

I kissed her other cheek, my hand sliding over her ass and dipping between her legs, searching for her swollen clit.

She hissed as I eased one finger and then another inside her. She jerked up, sitting back on my fingers.

“Feel good?” I asked.

She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“Fuck me like this a little. I want you to feel good. I always want to make you feel good.”

She clenched around me. Her walls tightening with measured strength, squeezing my fingers.

“Ohh,” she inched down, rubbing her heat over my cock.

She nodded as I pried and twisted her opening. God, I wanted in there. She glided down my body until my fingers were free and tilted her clit over my dick.

“Fuck, Alexa. Don’t do that.”