Your Endless Love (The Bennett Family 9)

I work on his pants and underwear until his erection springs free. With trembling fingers, I rip the foil, sheathing him.

I feel his hands slip under my ass, lifting me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his middle, my arms around his neck. His erection presses against the length of my seam. Alex walks with me until my back reaches a wall.

“You feel so good,” he whispers as he lowers me onto him, stretching me until I think I might come just from the sensation of being so full. Pinning my ass against the wall, he slides in and out. This angle is killing me. His tip rubs a soft spot inside me, coaxing pleasure from deep within. There’s just enough light in this corner to make out his features, but the semidarkness makes this all so much more intense. All my senses are wrapped up in him, and I love taking it all in: his hot breath sets my skin ablaze, his grunts and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other fill the room. Waves of pleasure string my nerve endings together, until I’m pulsing on his every thrust, squeezing him tightly when he cries out his release. Still holding me to the wall, one hand under my ass, he pinches one nipple with his other hand, then lowers it between us, dragging his thumb over my clit.

Pinching my eyes shut, I lean my forehead against his jaw. I brace my palms on his shoulders and press my heels against his ass. As if sensing my insecurity, he whispers, “Let go, baby. I’m holding you safe. Let go.”

A shock of pleasure ripples from the base of my spine, making my entire back arch, and one of my legs go rigid.

Alex holds me close while I ride my climax, and even after, kissing me softly, as if feeling how much I need this sweetness and tenderness.

“Baby, I want to hold you longer, but I have to take care of the condom.”

“Oh right! I completely forgot.”

We clean ourselves up quickly with some wet wipes I keep in a drawer and then dress quickly.

“I can’t believe this evening,” I murmur after we’re both dressed, watching his boyish grin.

“It’s not over yet. I’m taking you on a date.”

“Oh? But Preston—”

“We can play by the rules, and I can still take you on a date. Trust me.”

“Let’s go then.”

“Wait, I need to take my jacket. I forgot where I put it. Do you see it anywhere? It’s black leather.”

“Nah, too dark. Wait a second.” I switch on the light and immediately spot the jacket on the floor right next to the door. As I pick it up, a crumpled piece of paper falls from one pocket, tumbling on the carpet.

Without thinking, I reach for it, freezing as I realize a phone number is scribbled on it, and a text. Call me, handsome. I’ll warm up your bed - R.

“What’s that?” Alex asks, shrugging into his jacket. His happy expression morphs into one of concern as he scans me. “Summer?”

“You’d tell me if you change your mind about us being a couple, right?” My voice shakes.

“What? Of course I haven’t changed my mind.”

I hold out the paper, trying to control the tremble in my hand. “Who... who is R?”

Alex casts his glance to the note, then takes it out of my hands.

“Summer, I have no idea why this was in my jacket. I don’t know who...” He sighs. “Yeah, I do know. At least I think so. Rebecca, the photographer I had a session with on Thursday. She must have snuck it in when she brought me the jacket at the end of the shoot. I didn’t call her. I didn’t even know the number was there, but even if I did, I wouldn’t have used it. You know that, right?”

Rooted to the spot, I fumble with my thumbs. “Why... why would she give you her number?”

He hesitates for a few seconds before answering. “She tried to flirt, but I didn’t encourage it at all.”

For some reason, my chest clenches, constricting my breath.

“If you want, we can call that number right now together, and you can ask her yourself.”

“We don’t have to do that. I believe you.”

But my chest continues to clench, my throat closing up. What is wrong with me? I feel a freak-out coming on, and I’d like to at least know why I’m freaking out.

“Don’t do that,” Alex says, voice harsher than before. “Don’t shut me out. I want to know. I don’t want us to play games. If something bothers you, tell me. We’ll talk it out.”