Breathe for Me (Be for Me 1)

“My uncle is a powerful man.” He looked down. “He ran him out of town. But my mother was so afraid. She wouldn’t leave the family compound. She was scared for me too.” He looked grim. “So we stayed with my uncle.

“Logan’s father.”

“You can imagine the difference. We were poor. My mother was always reminded of her bad decisions. I was always looked at with suspicion. As if they expected me to go off the rails at any moment. After all, I had his genes.” He lifted his head and stared sightlessly across the room—away from her. “I look like him. I look just like him.”

But he and Logan shared that smile? There was so much more to him than his father’s genes. He was his own person. “You didn’t go off the rails.”

“Never.”

“And you went into security.”

“I liked engineering. I wasn’t going to inherit any kind of family business. It was made known that I’d inherit nothing of the Hughes fortune. Nor would Mom. So there was no threat to us. No point to my father coming after us. But it was true anyway—we had nothing. Would get nothing. Not like Logan and Conner. My future was my own. I wanted to study, get good at something. Succeed.”

“And you did.”

He nodded. “Rationally I understand why she didn’t leave him sooner. She’d tried other times and gotten a couple of broken bones for her trouble. But part of me couldn’t understand it. And I could never understand the insanity that he had. Because it wasn’t about the money for him. It was the anger—the sheer need to win. Vengeance. Control. Ownership. As far as he was concerned she was his. He had this belief in absolute possession of a person. I just couldn’t get my head around that. Until now.”

Chelsea’s heart thudded. “Where is he now?”

“In a cemetery on the outskirts of California.”

“What happened?”

“He crossed the local gang. Was so arrogant he thought he could get away with it. He couldn’t.”

No wonder Xander always been keeping an eye on how to make a place safe. For years he’d always wondered if—when—his father would come after them. So Xander had worked out the ways in which he could get in and made them secure.

No wonder he liked to play in the off time that he took. Like to play and be easy with women. No wonder he didn’t do ‘emotional drama’. No wonder he liked to be in control of every situation.

Because as a kid he’d had no control. Watching his mother get hit? Being put into fearful situations as a look-out for his father on a job?

All out of his control.

“You’ll never be like him. You’re not him.” Chelsea whispered.

“But I am like him,” Xander whispered hollowly. “For the first time in my life I understand exactly how he worked.”

She knelt closer, desperate to understand. “In what way?”

“You left. And then you came back.” He bent his head. “I don’t want to do to you what he did to Mom.”

“Why would you think you would?” She was shocked. Not once had Xander physically threatened her. Not once.

“Because that’s how I feel. That other night—I loved it. Chasing you got me so hard. It got me feral. Having you tied to the bed?” He breathed out harshly. “It was like something snapped in me and when you said about leaving you there forever I was like ‘hell yes’ inside.”

“That’s when you panicked.”

“Realized,” he corrected. “Yeah I did want you there forever. For the first time I could understand the mentality. The insane sense of ownership. That you were mine, mine, mine.”

Chelsea’s heart thundered. “You wanted to own me.”

He looked at her, his all-seeing eyes picking up the heat in her cheeks. “It’s not a healthy thing, Chelsea. Not where I come from.”

“Xander…”

“I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to feel that out of control. Hell I was so out of control I had unprotected sex with you. What if you weren’t covered with contraception? I could have put you at risk.”

“You don’t want kids?” she asked, unable to hide the plaintive thread in her voice.

His eyes widened. “Don’t Chels,” he whispered. “Don’t tempt me.”

She put her hand on his wrist. “I want to tempt you. I want you to want me. To want everything with me.”

He pulled away from her. “I don’t want to be like him. I have to let you go.”

“And you did. You have. You’ve already proved so many times over that you’re not anything like him. The number of times you had me—and held me. You’ve never once hurt me. You’ve been more about protecting me. And you left when I told you to, you let me go away without coming after me.” She smiled as she saw his involuntary shiver. “But I’ve come back. There’s such a huge difference here and you know it. You’re never going to beat up on me, right?”

“Never.” He flinched. Then groaned. “I know what you’re saying. I know I’m not like him in that way. But I feel…”

“Feel what?”

His big shoulders lifted an inch higher. His muscles flexed with tension. “Afraid.”

Afraid of losing control? Afraid of wanting her too much? “I don’t want to leave you,” she said.

He lifted tortured eyes to look at her. “Please mean it.”

“I do,” she whispered. “And as un-PC as it might be, I want you to own me. Not in a ‘you must obey my every command’ way, but I want to know you’re there for me. That I can depend on you. Because I want to own you too. I want to know that you’ll come if I call—because I’ll always run to you if you call for me. Always.” She drew breath. “I don’t think that’s an unhealthy thing. I think that’s love.” She suddenly moved, kneeling on the floor at his feet, so he couldn’t hide his face from her. “I know you said this would be over if I became attached, but it’s your fault I did. You were the one bending boundaries taking me out to dinner and on dates and to your damn waterpolo match. You were the one staying the whole night and making me laugh. It’s your fault I’ve fallen in love with you.” She breathed hard, so vulnerable yet so invigorated. “Well, you’re a big tough guy with a heart of gold. You like to help people. And you’re strong. So strong.” She lifted her chin. “And I’m strong too. I survived. There’s nothing you can throw at me that I can’t handle. So go ahead and end this if you want to, but do it with honesty.”

“I know how strong you are. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t let him win. Don’t let him deny you what you deserve. You deserve it all. Maybe you don’t want that with me—”

“You Chelsea,” he interrupted sharply. “Only you.”

She swallowed.

“I have no clue how these things work, Chels. My own parents were a disaster. My aunt and uncle—Logan’s parents. They might be still married but it sure isn’t happily. I’m good at keeping a short-term fling fun,” he said. “I can be a lover, a playmate. But beyond that? When you tire of that?”

“I’ll never tire of that,” she half-laughed, half-cried. “I’ll never tire of spending my time with you. But you have to talk to me Xander.”

“Chelsea.” He bent forward, so she couldn’t hide her eyes from him. “It wasn’t a game anymore for me. It wasn’t a fantasy fling. It was real.” He framed her face with his big hands. “To be honest it’s always been real. It’s always been me, Xander, making love to you, Chelsea.”

She shivered. “I thought it wa

s only about the fantasy for you?”

He shook his head. “I’ve never played like this with anyone else. Those little scenarios—they were what you needed. Wanted. You. I was doing that for you, because it seemed to be how you could ease into it. The way you could let yourself want me.” He brushed her lip with his thumb. “And you wanted to please me—I knew that was part of it. That you wanted to satisfy a lover physically was part of the deal for you. It was exciting and fun. But for me it was always you. And always real. And you’re right. It’s love. I love you.”

“You were right,” she whispered. “I did need that—I was too frozen or whatever, to ask outright for what I wanted at the start. And I love the fantasies you wove. You got me so hot. Hell, from the moment I first saw you I was hot. But then you opened your mouth and all this fun poured out. Tease and danger and laughter. I thought I could handle a no-strings fling. That keeping a lover satisfied could be the way forward for me. But the truth was, it was you pleasing me…” She turned her head to kiss the center of his palm. “I’m not ever leaving you.” She raised her eyes at him. “I love you.”

The last plank of resistance within him broke. His arms wrapped around her tightly. So tightly.

“Xander?” She whispered in his ear. “Let’s make love.”

“Hell, yes.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chelsea had bailed on watching waterpolo tonight, promising to meet him in bed with some kind of surprise. Xander had nearly bailed on waterpolo himself knowing that. But she’d shoved him out the door with a laugh and told him to be sure to stay for dinner with Rocco and the guys afterwards. That he was going to need the sustenance.

He had never been so happy in his life. Nor had he ever been so shit scared. He’d never had a girlfriend for this long before and he’d no idea what course this thing was going to take. But they’d travel it together—that he did know.