The irony in her words isn't lost on me. I have found a man who resembles Noah physically but is diametrically different from him in almost every other way. "I know that I will, Lex."
"Maybe you can track Parker down." Her eyes light up. "He loved you once."
I know the intention behind her words isn't to spear through me the way they do. "I don't want to talk about Parker."
"You must miss him." She brings her drink to her lips, emptying it in one large swallow. "That's why you hooked up with Noah's brother, right?"
"I guess it was," I whisper. I don't think about it anymore. It's hard to pull myself back to that airplane and the moment when Ben sat down and we started talking. It was impossible not to notice how attractive he was at first glance. The soft touch of his hand as it brushed against mine when he handed me the glass of water the flight attendant first gave to him, had sent an electric current through me. When he leaned over to comment on how cute the voice of the child sitting behind us was, I'd smelled his cologne. I wanted him then for who he was, not just for the escape his body offered me. I had to move on from Parker's rejection and Ben was the first step.
"You wouldn’t have done it if you knew he who he was, right?"
The question is ripe with expectation. I can't answer it. I wouldn't have cared if he would have given me his entire name that night and I would have connected the dots on the spot. My connection to Ben had nothing to do with Noah. It didn't then and it doesn't now. "I don't know."
"What does that mean?" She plops her ass in the chair next to me. "You would have fucked him even knowing he was Noah's asshole brother?"
The force of the words isn't necessary. She's not speaking from her experiences with Ben. Everything that is coming out of her mouth is a reflection of what she's heard Noah saying. "Don't call him an asshole."
She tosses her head back in wild laughter. Many of the guests at the shower turn to look at us, smiles radiating across their faces. They think we're having fun. They believe I've said something that has pushed Alexa into a place of pure joy. Not one of them can know what's floating between us. "You need to stop defending him, Kayla."
"You need to stop accusing him of things you know nothing about." I bite my lip to try and curb my growing anger. "You only know what Noah has told you."
"What more is there to know?" She slams the glass in her hand down so violently I'm shocked that it doesn't shatter.
This isn't the time. It's sure as hell not the place. I need to stop this now before it becomes the only memory she has of this night. "Nothing, Lex. There's nothing more to know."
She cocks a perfectly sculpted blonde brow. "You're lucky you got away from him before he hurt you too."
I fidget in my seat. My overwhelming need to defend Ben is right there at the surface. "Have fun at your party, Lex."
"I will." She calls over her shoulder before she pulls two women I don't know into a tight embrace.
Chapter 11
"Kayla, no. Please no." His hands caress my cheeks. "I'm going to blow my load."
I want that. I've wanted it for days. I need to be close to him, just like this. It's helping rid my mind of the conversation I had with Noah three days ago.
"Fuck," he hisses the word out above me.
I lick harder. My tongue is tracing a ring around the head of his thick cock. My hands are gripping it, slowly stroking it. "You taste so good," I purr as I pull him out of my mouth.
"I need this so much." His hands move to my hair. "You suck me so good."
I do. He doesn’t need to tell me. I can feel it myself in the way his cock jumps when I lick the length of it. I hear it in his groans when my hands cup his heavy balls and squeeze. "I want you to come in my mouth."
He moans loudly. His hips rock into me as his cock swells even more. It's large. I've struggled every time I've taken it into my mouth but my desire to please him overwhelms everything else. I bob my head up and down finding a slow, easy rhythm that draws a low grunt from deep within his body.
"You're so good, Kayla."
I take the approval and run with it. I lean forward sliding more of his glorious cock into my mouth. I'm rewarded with a burst of hot pre cum that slides effortlessly down my throat. I fist him harder, jerking the root in my hand as my lips slide over the head again, and again.
"I'm going to fuck your beautiful mouth."
I whimper at the promise. I brace one hand against the bed, using it to steady myself for the onslaught of thrusts he's about to gift me with. He doesn’t disappoint as his large hands weave deeper into my hair, pulling it at its roots, the momentary burst of pain pooling the desire between my legs.
I'm still dressed. He's completely nude with his head thrown back. "I'm so close."
I want it. I've craved this since he ordered me onto my knees in the shower at the shitty motel. I loved that he took control of me then. I want it still. Knowing that he was taking all of this pleasure from me was making my own body ache for release.