Until Lexi

8

JAKE

Rolling over, disappointment washes over me when my palm meets cold sheets.

Not that I expected anything different, but I’m disappointed all the same.

Going to bed alone guarantees you’ll wake up the same way. I should be used to it seeing as how I’ve never had a woman in my bed. Not overnight.

The only serious girlfriend I’ve ever had was back in high school, and even when things were hot and heavy between us, there were never sleepovers.

I’ve never wanted a woman in my bed.

Until now.

Until Lexi.

Had last night ended differently, I wouldn’t be waking up alone in a cold bed with my dick hard as stone. I’d be pressed against her warm, tight body right now, slipping into her from behind.

Groaning, I scrub my hand down my face and roll over onto my back.

Leaving Lexi at her car after our date last night was a test of my strength and willpower.

After everything she revealed during dinner, I wanted nothing more than to bring her to my rental. I wanted her in my space, in my bed. I wanted to make her feel so fucking good she’d forget that she ever once felt unwanted.

Unfortunately, the night ended on a completely different note than it began.

It started with unspoken promises I would’ve loved to fulfill.

But Lexi opened up.

She let me see a glimpse of the monsters in her head. Her emotional walls are sky high and miles thick, but she took them down for me. Her childhood, hell… her whole life, has fucked her up, and she let me in. That means something to me

Even though Lexi would have come home with me, I couldn’t do it.

She was all in.

Without a doubt.

It would have been easy to give in, to bring her home and take her to bed. I could have given her exactly what she wanted. A night of pleasure. A night of escape. A night to forget all the worries that plague her head and her heart.

But our date changed things for me.

Lexi could never be a one-night stand.

She’s so much more.

I want to be more for her.

More than a good time.

More than one night.

More than a quick, dirty fuck.

But damn if I don’t want that, too.

I might be a good guy, but I’m no fucking saint.

Quick and dirty. Slow and sweet. Fuck. I’ll take Lexi any way she’ll let me.

Frustration rides me hard, knowing I passed up what would have been an incredibly hot night with the girl I can’t get out of my head. Being a good guy and knowing what I want seriously has its disadvantages. I could be in Lexi’s heaven right now instead of this lonely hell with a morning hard-on that won’t quit.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, wrapping my fist around the base of my cock.

If I can’t have Lexi, this is the next best thing.

It’s not the same. Not even fucking close, but it’s all I’ve got.

Biting my bottom lip, I tighten my grip, stroking my length from root to crown. It’s not Lexi’s body I’m thinking of as I slide my thumb through the bead of moisture at the tip. I’m not picturing her pert, perky tits or her tight, biteable ass. I’m thinking about her snark, her sass. That fiery fucking attitude is sexy as hell. I’m thinking about the way she arches that goddamn eyebrow of hers. Makes my dick twitch every fucking time.

Kicking off the blankets, I close my eyes and picture the gleam in hers when she challenges me. Teasing. Taunting. Tempting me to show her how much I want to torment her, how much I want to spend hours bringing her to the brink and back again. She likes to play games, but little does she know… she’s not the only one.

During the few interactions I’ve had with Lexi, I’ve picked up on the fact that she doesn’t like to give up control. She’ll learn quickly that neither do I. It’ll be a battle of wills, and I’m gonna enjoy bending her to mine.

The thought makes me hungry for her, my cock pulsing in my palm. I fist it tighter, knowing the rough hold will get me off faster.

Ringing from my cell phone on the bedside table is an unwelcome distraction.

One I fully plan to ignore until I glance over and see Lexi’s name on the display.

Releasing my weeping dick, I grab the phone with my other hand and swipe my finger across the screen.

“Lexi.”

“Jake.”

Hearing my name from her lips sends a pulse of pleasure straight to my cock. Biting back a groan, I resist the urge to wrap my fist around it again to finish what I started.

“I was just thinking about you,” I tell her playfully.

“Mmm. I bet you were.” I can picture the smirk on her face when she says it, but her next words make it clear this isn’t a personal call. “Penny scheduled the DNA test. I thought you’d want to know. I also thought… you might want to go with us? Moral support, or whatever.”

It’s an odd ask, for sure, and I think she knows it.

There’s no need for me to be present for the DNA testing. It’s not like they’ll get the results instantly. It could take weeks, or longer because of the extensive testing that’ll need to be done to suit our purpose. It’s not a cut and dry test.

While I don’t need to be there.

She’s asking.

And if she’s asking me to go, it’s for a reason.

“Sure,” I agree. “Text me the details and we’ll work it out.”

“Thanks, Jake,” she says softly.

I smile.